It was during the second year of Hyacinth's residence in Ballymoy that the station-master at Clogher died.

The poor man caught a cold one February night while waiting for a train which had broken down three miles outside his station.

From the cold came first pneumonia, and then the end.

Now, far to the east of Clogher, on a different branch of the railway-line, is a town with which the people of Mayo have no connection whatever.

In it is a very flourishing Masonic lodge.