every bone in his body if he did. She never spoke
to her sister again, because she had allowed herself
to be beaten by so small a man. Jim Montgomery
grew worse and worse: his wife soon began to
have not enough to eat. She told no one, for
she was very proud. Often, too, she would have
no fire on a cold night. If any neighbours came
in she would say she had let the fire out because
she was just going to bed. The people about often
heard her husband beating her, but she never told
any one. She got very thin. At last one
Saturday there was no food in the house for herself
and the children. She could bear it no longer,
and went to the priest and asked him for some money.
He gave her thirty shillings. Her husband met
her, and took the money, and beat her. On the
following Monday she got very W, and sent for a Mrs.
Kelly. Mrs. Kelly, as soon as she saw her, said,
“My woman, you are dying,” and sent for
the priest and the doctor. She died in an hour.
After her death, as Montgomery neglected the children,
the landlord had them taken to the workhouse.
A few nights after they had gone, Mrs. Kelly was going
home through the bogeen when the ghost of Mrs. Montgomery
appeared and followed her. It did not leave her
until she reached her own house. She told the
priest, Father R, a noted antiquarian, and could not
get him to believe her. A few nights afterwards
Mrs. Kelly again met the spirit in the same place.
She was in too great terror to go the whole way, but
stopped at a neighbour’s cottage midway, and
asked them to let her in. They answered they were
going to bed. She cried out, “In the name
of God let me in, or I will break open the door.”
They opened, and so she escaped from the ghost.
Next day she told the priest again. This time
he believed, and said it would follow her until she
spoke to it.
She met the spirit a third time in the bogeen.
She asked what kept it from its rest. The spirit
said that its children must be taken from the workhouse,
for none of its relations were ever there before, and
that three masses were to be said for the repose of
its soul. “If my husband does not believe
you,” she said, “show him that,”
and touched Mrs. Kelly’s wrist with three fingers.
The places where they touched swelled up and blackened.
She then vanished. For a time Montgomery would
not believe that his wife had appeared: “she
would not show herself to Mrs. Kelly,” he said—“she
with respectable people to appear to.” He
was convinced by the three marks, and the children
were taken from the workhouse. The priest said
the masses, and the shade must have been at rest,
for it has not since appeared. Some time afterwards
Jim Montgomery died in the workhouse, having come
to great poverty through drink.
I know some who believe they have seen the headless
ghost upon the quay, and one who, when he passes the
old cemetery wall at night, sees a woman with white
borders to her cap[FN#2] creep out and follow him.
The apparition only leaves him at his own door.
The villagers imagine that she follows him to avenge
some wrong. “I will haunt you when I die”
is a favourite threat. His wife was once half-scared
to death by what she considers a demon in the shape
of a dog.