The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1895-11-05

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been loading you up with lot O.
bosh."
Look here, old man." ! said
lyon contide in me. Now / have
talked to you about banshees and
ghosts. Tell me about this light
business.
He sat down beside me. and put
ting his arm on my shoulder said in
O shameful sort of way:
my dear Paddy, I'll tell you all
l am a silly duffer, you know, and
one weeks shooting at Eaglesham
Manor settled me. / met there q
country woman of yours. I will not
describe Nora to You. But here is
her picture.
"Humph 7" / thought. Badly hit
indeed, as he took a locket which
he wore from a silk cord around his
neck, opened it and laid it before
me. It was the face of an exceed
ingly beautiful girl--a roguish,
laughing face, " th clusters of brown
curly hair and deep blue eyes. 1t
was well painted. The artist was
evidently deeply interested in his
subject.
"That is Nora" he said, and the
gentle lowering of the voice as he
pronounced the name of the loved
one told the whole story.
st congratulate you upon your
good taste, Bess. Am / to be best
MANI"
Don't chaff me, Paddy" he said.
mora is as poor as am, but she
loves me. She will wait for me. /
am sure she will. Now, some one
has been telling her all about st.
Elmo's light, and 1 promised her
that when / saw it / would go aloft
and examine it closely and make
scientific observations and all that
sort of thing.
"And the last words that Nora
spoke to me Eve were on the shores
of Eaglesham lake, and she had
kissed me and called me her own
sailor and told me that she knew she
never could love any one half as
well as a sailor) were: Arte, don't
forget St. Elmo's light. And, Arte,
when you see that light Nora will
be near you in spirit. And when
you see it you say Mora, Nora,
Nora" three times, and wherever /
am my soul will be close by you at
that moment, Arte.
"Oh, Paddy, she is as beautiful as
an angel, and l am sick with longing
to see her again, and the poor love-
sick lad buried his face in his hands
by Joye, you've got it bad, Bes-
sy," said. II thought I was fond
of the girl that saved my life at
Limerick, but my affection is but as
a tallow dip alongside st. Elmo's
light com pared to yours.
Don't chaff me any more, will
you, Paddy" and the hapless lover
looked pleadingly at me.
Il will not, Bessy. I don't won
der that Nora fell in love with you.
You are too good looking for a man.
And l promise you that if on my
watch on deck / see st. Elmo's light
I'll send Cog Thompson to pull you
out by the heels"
After this conversation l noticed
a change for the better in Bescoby.
He had lost his moodiness and gave
such hot shots to his tormentors,
who used to chaff him for their di-
gestion, that he silenced their bat
teries in short order. think he felt
relieved that he had told me his sto-
ry, and l listened to the entire tale
of his meeting with and engagement
to the Irish beauty.
I hoped that she had not been
flirting with my chum, but even as
he told the story of their love was
villain enough to conclude in my
own mind that Nora was looking out
for a rich husband and was getting
her hand in by praoticing on Bescoby.
There was such strawberry and
cream flavor about the business, a
Paul and Virginia atmosphere, that
/ felt my countrywoman was sim
ply amusing herself with the sus-
ceptible young sailor and nothing
more.
Two days afterward we brought
up in Hakodate. There were few
merchantmen in the harbor and an
English yacht. At mess that even
ing one of our fellows who had been
ashore gave US all the gossip of the
place.
THAT yacht is the Spray" he
said, land belongs to rich Scotch
lord, who has large party on board.
The consul told me all about them.
His aunt and married sister are chap
eroning the girls. One is awfully
pretty, an Irish girl. She is engaged
to his lordship, and they are to be
married at the British embassy at
HOnokOno saw we InIlSt rive them