Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-01-21
NAMES ROMANCE.

nOSod bulldog, but few OF the many know
that Mickie and Jimsey are the very best
of friends
"Der amt no use a-talkin, said
Mickie as he ignited his last cigarette and
tossed the empty box into the gutter, "but
yer are bute an Pm bettin hundred
scads dat yer kin eat up anything in de
alley
Jimsey whined whine of qualification
and tapped his pipe stem of tail on the
naked pavement, while Mickie put his
hand in the pocket of his coat and fingered
the last quarter he had in the world.
Presently old man Madigan came out of
the front door Of his ''two story brick"
and seeing Miokie and Jimsey muttered
something that sounded like "D-n loaf
ers, both of em" Then Madigan filed
and lighted his imported pipe and walked
out of the alley When he turned the cor
ner, Mickie threw away his cigarette and
walked over to Madigan's two story brick.
Jimsey was right at his heels. Mickie
banged on the panel of the front door of
Madigan's house, and laoment later
Name opened the door and said:
Hello, Nickel Won't yer come in9
But when she saw Jimsey the glad smile
faded from her face and a frown succeeded
1t.
Der deal is off, Mickie," she murmur-
ed. cts bad enough ter take chances on
der old man comm back an a-fndn yer
inside, but if he found Haleys pup inside
he'd knock me head off just for instance.
Yer kin come in, Mickie, but Haley's pup
has got ter stay on der outside. See?'
''De pup amt a-comin in, answered
Mickie, "but I'ze got ter, cause Ize got
somethin ter say ter yer, Name"
And then the wrinkles faded out of her
low white forehead, and without word
she ushered Mickie into the vestibule and
closed the door behind him. Mickie walked
into the front room, but declined to seat
himself in the chair that Name pushed to-
ward him. He simply stood in the middle
of the room with his hands buried in the
side pockets Of his black cheviot coat and
gazed at Name.
Every man, woman and child in Para
disc alley will tell you that mere glimpse
of Name Madigan is almost tonic for
sore eyes. Why, her hair is as black as the
BLACKLIST ink, and in the limpid depths of
her big blue eyes there are the lights and
shades that make old men forget their age
and young men think Of heaven. That
night her petite but perfect form was in
cnsed in new gown that must have cost
old man Madigan week s wages. 1t was
all black, with bit of yellow lace at the
throat and broad band Of purple velvet
about the slender waist. 1t chung to her
as though it loved her. and in Mickie's
humble opinion it outclassed all Of the
gowns he had ever seen. The lights were
burning dim, but through the laco cur
tanned windows glittered vagrant shaft
of light from the electric lamp outside,
and for reasons best known to herself the
young girl stood in that patch Of glitter
ing radiance. Save for the pink tints in
her cheeks, there was naught Of color
about her. Mickie stood in the shadow,
and looked at her in a way that made the
pink in her cheeks deepen into full
fedged blush.
Name he uttered, Eyer der hand
soonest thing on top of earth. DIN it all,
de gang can't guy me fer bein stuck on
yer"
Stop yer guyin, Mickie," commanded
Name, but there was ring of pleasure in
her voice and Mickie knew that his en-
phatic compliment had been appreciated.
And when he moved to her side every
nerve In his body tingled and lump came
into his throat. He put out his hand and
before she could protest his arm was
around her waist and she felt his hot
breath on her cheek.
Name" he murmured II shook de
gang ternight, an come over here ter tell
yer dat like yer better den any chip In do
alley. amt kiddin, Name, an l wants
yer ter say dat kin get de papers fixed
up. Don't pull away, Name, cause I
wants ter settle down an have yer marry
me. Hully gee! Can't yer sec I'm soft on
yerp''
Name "saw." If her life depended Oh
it, she couldn't tell you what she said to
him, but whatever it was Mickio was
more than satisfied. Name turned up the
light and told Mickie that she had loved
him ever since the day the police had
thumped his head with club and charged
him with disorderly conduct. They talked
of their past, present and future for al
most half an hour, and Name had given
Mickie an even dozen kisses.
just as he was on the point of taking
the thirteenth the hall door opened and
Tim CLANCY entered the room. Tim is old
man Madigan's third cousin and was born
and raised iii Dublin. Tins father owns
"put," and they do say he intends to
leave all his money to his son. Tim land
cd in Washington ON Friday, and Sunday
night he asked old Madigan for Name
Madigan said yes and as a natural Sc
quence Name found herself engaged to a
man she hardly knew.
When young Clancy saw that Name had
company" he backed out Of the parlor.
a. ALL
all about that thirteenth kiss, and turning
to his fancee he said
Name, who's der duck in de hallp'
OATS de guy I'm goin ter marry" re-
sponded Name "Dat's Clancy
She might have said more, but Mickie
didn't give her time. He drew back his
arm, and measuring the distance landed
neat half arm punch on her left eye. And
as she sank down on the carpet Mickio
leaned over her and yelled:
''Dat's one fer guyin duck as meant
ter do der straight ting. But, hully gee
Wait till yer see what I'll do ter dat bloke
from Dublin"
And then he buttoned up his coat and
went out into the passageway.
1t is now matter Of court record that
Miokie chased Tim Clancy the entire
length of the alley, and 1t Is also matter
Of record that Jimsey aided and abetted
Mickie in the task Of "runnin der Fenian
out Of der alley" just as Miokie and
Jilnsey landed CLANCY two policemen ar
rived, and the fun was over.
After Judge Kiinball had acquired the
details of the story he turned to Mickie
and said:
Thirty days"
And just as Mickie started to return to
the prisoners pen the fat policeman hand
cd him orumpled bit Of note paper one
side of which was covered with writing.
He smoothed the paper, and this is what
he read:
Nh DARLIN MrcKIE-Me left eye is feelin