Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1903-06-22
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a reticule she carried. O'Gorman stood
looking at them stroking his nose with
his thumb and finger, after a way he
had. and he was just thinking that 1t
was no great recommendation to the
lady that she was introduced by
| O'Keefe, when Mrs. Malone made an
eXclamation:
| 20, but it's dhroll, SIR" she said,
but just as We stood there 1 thought
l could see the ould squire. Is it Mis-
| ther Richard I've the honor Of speak
ing to?"
"o~ said O'Gorman. "Ye're a Clon-
kitty woman"
Il am, your honor" said Mrs. Ma
lone, "or next door. 1 was born at the
corner Of the barony wall, sir, in the
| little white house half way between
the lodge gates and toll bar"
"'Twas the Moriartys lived there"
said O'Gorman. Generations of
| them"
"Av coorse 1t was, sir" said Mrs
Malone, "and meself was Moriarty
| till married"
"Oh, ah" said O'Gorman. MAR
ried."
"Ye'll not likely to remember your
| grandfather, sir. He'd be dead before
your time, sir. A fine hearty gentle
man he was, with his hand in his
| pocket for all an sundry"
I'D have something more than me
hands in me own pockets" said O'Gor-
man, "if the extravagant old villain
hadn't made the place wilderness"
Don't be miscalling him, Misther
Richard" said Mrs. Malone. "There
wasn't a dry eye for miles when he
died"
O'Gorman lit his pipe and stood re-
fecting.
when can you begin hereY he
asked.
Amy minyut SIR" she answered.
VERY WELL" said he. II go to bed
at IL. If you can be here with your
boxes by that time you can take up
your quarters tonight. If you're not
you can come in tomorrow"
Mrs. Malone was certain that she
could be back in little over an hour,
and she kept her promise O'Gorman
showed her the kitchen and her own
quarters, warned her that the studio
was sacred territory, and went back to
his pipe and his tipple He thought
that O'keefe had not done him half a
bad turn in sending Mrs Malone in his
way. 1t was pleasant in fashion to
feel that there was link with old
Clonkilty in his neighborhood. Mrs.
MoIpna'c y
ment, but she brought the half forgot
ten home of his fathers to mind, and
he drank an extra glass to the names
Of his ancestors.
He was an early riser, and next
morning he had to below for rather
an unconscionable time before Mrs
Malone descended to provide his GUS
tomary cup of tea.
ut shan't occur again, SIR" said Mrs.
Malone. Once 1 know your hours
and your habits, I'll be on hand"
And, in truth, while she was under
O'Gormans roof she made an admir-
able servant. He suspected her with
the tobacco jar; but if she pilfered, she
kept her depredatlons within bounds,
Outside his studio, O'Gorman was q
lazy man and hard to move, and some
times for a month together he would
not so much as put his boots on for
a stroll. But one night in late autumn,
when the first hint of frost was in the
air, the fancy took him to look up
some one of his few friends.
Don't sit up for me, Mrs. Malone"
he said, on leaving, "and don't lock the
door"
Some response came from the kitchen
region, and he went upon his way.
He had scarce traversed hundred
yards when he encountered O'Keefe,
who came in rush round n street cor
ner and ran straight into his arms.
The shock was little bewildering for
an instant, but before either could OBJ
jurgate the others clumsiness, there
was n recognition on both sides. The
two exchanged a word and parted,
but O'Gorman had time to note two
things. One was that his undesirable
acquaintance was handsomely and ex-
pensively attired, and another that his
look was terror stricken.
"Gives one the idea of swell mobs-
man with the police behind him." said
the artist, and dismissed him from his
thoughts.
The friend with whom O'Gorman had
meant to pass the evening was away
from home, and he retraced his steps
at leisure. Inserting his latchkey in
the keyhole he was surprised to find
that the door did not yield. He tried
again, with the same result. He
knocked, and there was no answer.
He knocked more loudly and more
loudly yet and by and by was aware
of Mrs. Malone's voice from within.
"Who is it that's raisin' Cain outside
there?"
ITS l." cried O'Gorman; and Mrs.
Malone opened the door, looking some
what flushed and tremulous.
"'Tis lonesome here for a solitary
faymole," said Mrs. Malone. I'D med