The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-07-08
Three-0marters OF ana Elour.
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"PIease do not call him names" she
pieaded: "he could not come to US; you
see, he was the postman."
"oh!" intensely relieved. "And those
are the only Englishmen you ever
cared forT'
''The only ones; at lenst-uDtil--
She hesitated, looked down upon the
ground and blushed becOmingly. He
beamed and felt his heart beat high.
perhaps IFishmeD are more TO your
taSte?" he Queried. longing for her de-
NAL.
men pretty weIl--but." conhdlngly, "the
Irish are great humbugs, you know"
Mr.. Brown became generous In his
10y. "oh, no, they nre splendid. There
Is no girl SO irresistible as an Irish
girl"
Have you known 50 many% she
inquired. with denure face and down
mo" he answered boldly "only
oneY
"a girl so irresistible that a country
may be judged by her! Win you not tell
me her name?" 4lt
II think you know It," he said, softly.
every likely" she laughed, with the
slightest shrug OF her shoulders; they
nre mostly NOrahs or kathleens. and1
suppose they all look much alike. When
I was in Dublin It seemed to me that
the Dublin girls were all Of one pat
term
Il must go to Dublin" he declared,
decidedly.
"You do not believe me. sir?" she
asked, aggrieved.
at is because believe you that I
must CO."
''Then / must conclude that you do
not find that one aforementioned Irish
girl very satisfying. Norah, I think,
you said was her name"
II did not say that Norah was her
name"
K" pauslng.
"Exactly!" he agreed.
"Kltty," she concluded. triumphant
''or Kathleen" he murmured.
"Yes-es," doubt!ully, kathleen IS
not a rare name over there. have
several friends named Kathleen.
When SO home shall ask each one II
she knows the name BrOwn-PeTcival
Brown--and then await results"
What results?"
"Blushes, OF course"
II think you VIII wait in vain"
"YOu think that Irish girls cannot
bluRh?" she asked, Indignantly.
''oh, no, indeed: / do not doubt their
powers" he protested. hurrledly.
She tapped her foot in simulated an
ger. "Then you think Irish girls
II assure you do not think anything
Of Irish. girls" he declared, hastily:
Indeed" frigidly. you are candid.
had believed you truthful when you
protested that you considered irish girls
were-what was it-irreSlSttble?"
II do! They are! So irresistible, In
deed. that when in theiT presence can
think OF nothing at all and only say the
wrong thing"
THAT Is most unfortunate. May I.
on so short an acquaintance, offer you
this piece Of advice? Eschew the So
ciety OF Erin's daughters.
at Is so impossible"
"Then why are you here and not in
Ireland?"
'she is-not in Ireland"
do you see her oftenY
81 have met her only once"
She raised her bTows in scorn.
UAnd ali these very settled opinions
spring from an attack OF love at first
yes" he replied, humbiy.
do you not know that Irish girls are
light and cruel and frivolous?' she add
ed. severely.
good" he answered, mournfully, but
decidedly.
"Your sorroweui tone and expression
almost imply that you desire re-
verse knowledge"
well, must own that would glad
~ know more Of them"
More girls! she exclaimed, with a
shocked note in her voice.
.'You wIllfully misunderstood mel"
he cried.
you are indeed English" she re-
marked. in an offended tone. "And. by
the bye, / forgot 10 mention lncurable
wlllfulness as an Irish failing"
'Forgive me-" he implored, II am a
brute. seem not to know what ! am
"Ahi the effect of the sun, no doubt"
she suggested, with exaggerated con-
SV no. he sighed, "the effect Of the
How very sadr' she murmured. her
voice sweet with sympathy; "and is
this your normal state?"
1T Will be.
done? 1t seems cruel to advise either
her cbsence or her presence"
'It pleases you to laugh at me- MISS
Miss Fltzgerald~ she exclaimed.
who told you that my name is Miss
FItzgeraId?"
Surely you yourself told me-" he
cried. in wonderment.
surely / did not"
"Did you not say, My name is
He stopped, hesItating and fearful,
IT think said my name Is Kathleen
Fitzgerald: did not2" Her eyes shone
merrIly as she questioned him.
You did. indeed" he joyously
agreed, but l did not dare take such
a liberty"
You are mistaking me. think" she
said, slowly, mischief SIN dancing IN
her eyes as she looked at him MY
name is certainly Kathleen Fitzgerald;
but my title to casual friends. stran-
gers and acqualntances is
Mrs. Fitzgerald" came laughing.
full-iungcd voice, with plenty OF
brogue In 1t, from the top OF the elit.
are-yOu--ever--co lunch?'
"Ah my husband grows impatient,
remarked Mrs. Fitzgerald sweetly. "A
few minutes ago think you said that
you would be good enough 10 help me
10 reclinb this most dangerous Cliff.
Thank you so much
And they nscended in silence as the
clock chimed half-past one.
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