The setting for this quick-paced story is the Irish village of Praiseach, which means “confusion.” It is an appropriate title, because from the very moment the three strangers (two women and one man, all dressed in the height of fashion) arrive in this isolated village, confusion reigns. The action takes place in the post office of Praiseach, a dingy little stone building ruled over by the local postmaster, Martin Conlon. Described by Liam O’Flaherty as “a middle-aged man of great size, a good part of which lay in the region of his stomach,” Martin has a fear of being dismissed from his job that is exceeded only by his fear of sending telegrams.
It is pension day in Praiseach, so there are dozens of old people waiting for Martin to cash their government pension checks. One of the three strangers, the young man who is dressed like a “foreigner” but who speaks Irish like a native, adds even greater turmoil to this already confused situation by requesting to send a telegram to the United States. On hearing the word “telegram,” “Martin started violently and gripped the edge of the counter with both hands. His face looked horrified.”
Thus begins a long series of comic exchanges, with the young man trying to get hold of a telegraph form, on one hand, and Martin doing his best to dissuade him, on the other. Martin tries everything to get the young man to send his message from Galway, even pointing to the American woman’s shiny red Cadillac (which is quite a contrast to this shabby village) and saying, “With a car like that one outside, she wouldn’t be half an hour going into the town.”
The young man, however, does not wish to be put off. He insists, to the great amusement of the locals who know of Martin’s fear, that the telegram must be sent from Praiseach. He explains that the Spanish woman, the darker of the two women, has a friend in Los Angeles whose ancestors hailed from Praiseach. The woman has promised, at all costs, to...
(The entire section is 813 words.)