Democratic messenger., 1888-08-25
and let me see You before you 60. Iwant
to see II I will know you"

night to be looked at and admired. Their
ideas OF costuming In character were not
very well defined, or their means for car.
rying ont their ideas were limited, but
did not mar their pleasure by criticism
I left the inconsistencies pass, and said
they looked very nicely, which was true.
Katie only had made no attempt at dis
guise other than the mask. She wore o
peculiar looking dress, however, dark gray,
long and straight and full. guiltless tour
nure, frill or ruflle; around the skirt at the
bottom was deep band Of scarlet stuff.
peasant waist" Of the same color, with
knots Of ribbon matching at the hack Of
the neck and wrists. She looked very
pretty. more than pretty, she had decid-
le,lly distinguished look.
|Afler the others had explained to me
tlaS they represented Winter" and
"Mayosx" and "Thc Gypsy Fortune Tel
ler," said, "Well. Katie, what are you ?"
Nothing but Katie McCarty, ma'am."
"But I've never seen this dress before /;
did you have 1t made for the ocs |sion"
mo, ma'am," ss.tl she; "it's inc I had
before left old Irtd. Iknot had it
on since came to hry, and I
thought Il would do ~ Aght, not feel
ing that could afrord, anew onc.'
"You could not have dorN utter and
with the silen, conviction th: ecessi,yl,
sometimes kinder than we XIV .1ade
them good night.
The next morning before went down
TO breakfast Katie's voice came up to my
ears in song. She had clear, sweet voice,
but this morning there was new tone in
H.
Thsre was new light in her face, as
she passed In and out the dining room.
mentally decided that little masquerad-
ing had done her good.
Afterwards said TO her, "Well. Katie,
what is IL! There's some reason for the
smile in your eyes and the song on your
lips this morning, Can't you tell me what
II Is?
"Thruc il is, ma'am, an quarc II is that
yc can see what il in q wOman's heart so
quick. think il must be because yer
own heart is so warm an so kind. Sure
I'm the happicst girl in all Ameriky the
day
In her feryOr she dropped into the
brognc that was rarely feature in her
speech.
AVIS, in all Ameriky there's not cir
rul so happy an so grateful TO God an the
-islssej Virgin MS am this very minute.
o, it S.s pretty sight there in the hall
room, ma'am, wild the lights flashin', an
the music, all, the music just floatcd, swell
ed an ihrObbcd one minute like II wud
lift your hearts right out Of all sorrow, an
then Il was a.sobbin' an surgin' like the
soul that is in the depths OF. pain and de-
spair, ma'am. II makes one so glad some
times, such music does, that nothing but
tears can tell your gladncss, an so sal too,
for il brings back all the sad things that
has ever come into your life; so II was
with me, ma'am, an then the strange
dresses of the bye 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 some how I'd no.
ticed from the first, an I'd noticed, too,
. iaaf tNl i arf fnN lao AuH en
that tall man he would get himself right
in the same set. lie hadn't any foolish
coshtumc, only he wore mask like the
rest Of 'cm.
II was just going To dance mazurky
wild Patrick McGuirc, an I've never dane
ell mazurky nor II polky wild any man in
this country, when he came up to US. an
he touched my arrum, an says he: Who
are ye, amy way.'
AN says | who are your
"rhcn says he: Don't be trifiin'. | saw
n woman in u gownd like that Onct, an
she had the same swaie voice as yerself,
an she danced just rs yerself, like the
fairies dance on the sod of ould Ireland,
an I've looked for her an ;onged for her
night an day since, an know If you are
that one your own heart will tell you who
| am says he.
AN right there, ma'am. wild Patrick
Mcclure shiandin' beside me, an crook.
in his elbow in the clegantest way for me
To- go on the dance wild him, what did
do: Why, ma'am. l jus, cried out: oh,
Tim Haley! says |.
An oh, Katie McCariyr says he.
An there, savin' your presence, ma'am.
an right In the presence Of kings an
quancs an lords an ladies an Day an
Night an Summer an Winter an the
whole quarc lot Of 'cm, tore the mask off
my face, an he tore the mask of his face,
an he put his arrum around me an kissed
me In a way that wud have brought tears
Ia your eyes. an Il did to mine. as one
wud kiss the lips that they .ad thought
wud meyer spake lovin' words Ia them
again. lie was my own true lover, ma'am,
that lparied wild In Ireland two long
years ago, an niycr line nor sign from
him since then. though I'd prayed to the
saints night an day"
"IIow did II happen, Katie!"
"oh, ma'am, We don't rightly know but
he sent his letters in the care Of his cousin
ma'am, an'-wcll-he was n bit IN love
wild me, the cousin. more than knew, an
81 his letters never came to me at all, at
all, an cud not write to him, not know
ing where In all this great country he
might be. Yis, the letters intercepted, just
as I've read about In story books, an we
both wild achin' hearts the whul time"
"And he knew you by the dressl"
ayes ma'am the night before he left
Ireland wore that dress nj alttle party
an Il happened that never xore Il after
that till last night. II was In the bottom