Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1888-08-23

very minute. o. it was a purity sight
there in the ball room, ma'am, wild the
lights fiashin', an the music. all, the
music just fioated, swelled an throbbed
one minute like it wud lift your heart
right out of all sorrow. an then it was
a sobbin' an surgin' like the soul that
is in the depths of pain an despair.
ma'am. 1t makes one so glad some
times, such music does. that nothing
but tears can tell your gladness. an so
sad, too. for it brings back all the sad
things that have ever come into your
life; so it was with me, ma'am, an
then the strange dresses of the
b'ys an girruls. There were kings
an quanes an knights of the old
days, an fish women, an gypsies
an the saints know what An
there was one tall man among
the lot that somehow I'd noticed from
the first, an I'd noticed, too, that
when / whit on to the hure to dance
that tall man he would get hisself right
in the same set. He hadn't any fool
ish coshtume, only he wore a mask
like the rest of 'em.
Was JuSI SOluS W OdlCO q
zurky wild Patrick MCGUIRE, an I've
never danced mazurky nor a polky
wild any man in this country, when he
came up to US, an he touched my
arrum, an says he, Who are you amy
way?
'.An' says 1: Who are youp'
Then, says he, Don't be trifiin'. 1
saw a woman in a gownd like that
onct, an she had the same swate voice
as yerself, an she danced just as yer
self, like the fairies dance on the sod
of ould Ireland, an I've looked for her
an longed for her night an day since,
an know if you are that one your
own heart will tell you who I am,
says he.
.'An' right there ma'am, wild Pat
rick Mcclure a shtandin' beside me,
an crookin' his elbow in the elegant
est way for me to go on the dance
wild him, what did doP Why, ma'am,
1 just cried out %. Tim Haleyr says /.
AN %, Katie Mccarthy says he.
can there, savin' your presence,
ma'am, an right in the sight of kings,
an quanes, an lords, an ladies, an
Day, an Night, an Summer, an Win
ter an the whole quare lot of 'em, l
tore the mask off my face, an he tore
the mask off his face, an he put his
arrums around me an kissed me in a
way that wud have brought tears
to your eyes, an it did to mine,
as one wud kiss the lips that they had
thought wud never spake lovin' words
to them again. He was my own true
lover, ma am, that parted wild in Ire
land two long years ago, an niver a
| line nor a sign from him since then,
though I'd prayed to the saints night
an day"
How did it happen, Katie?"
"Oh, ma'am, we don't rightly know,
but he sent his letters in the care OF
his cousin, ma'am, an'-well-he was a
bit in love wild me, the cousin, more
than / knew, and so his letters niver
came to me at all, at all, an cud not
this great country he might be. Yis
the letters was Intercepted, just as I've
read about in stOry-books, an we both
wild achin' hearts the time"
land he knew you by the dress?"
Yes, ma'am, the night before we
left Ireland l wore that dress at a lit
tie party, an it happened that 1 never
wore it after that till last night. 1t
was in the bottom of my chest, an
wheniver looked at it, it just seemed
like the ghost of all my old happiness
shtared me in the face an could not
put the gown on me back. An I wore
it that night because it seemed it was
just as good masking as amy. 1t was
the coshtume of happiness an it hid
the real Katie McCarty, so 1 thought;
but the saints be praised it brought me
great joy.
mo, ma'am, he didn't know was in
this country. L didn't come to find
him. I'd not follow any man, but
came because all the family came an
there was no reason why 1 should stay
behind"
You have perfect faith that your
lover has told you the truth?" 1 ven
tured.
How her eyes flashed. ''The truth,
ye say? Will a man tell lies to the
woman he loves, dye think? An will
d LndG OO0S uOG lONo d re-
member the very gownd she wears
when she bade him good-bye? Will he
know her through her mask by the
beatin' an throbbin' of his own heart?
Yis, / believe every word he said,
thank God"
I stood rebuked before her simple
faith, and said: II am glad in your
gladness, as l am sure you know"
''Cud l ever have told you this,
ma'am, if I had not known the warm,
loyin' heart of you? Why, I've felt
many a time that We knew that my
heart ached; and that We was sorry
for me. o, there's something. an a
quare thing it is, that tells We better
nor words when We have found q