The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-07-30
THE MZSDEINEANORS or NANCY
Bv ELEANOR HOYT.
Copyright. 1904, doubleday, Page 3 Go.
Illustrations by penrhyn stanlaws.

by LLLA1VOA HOI
'enrhyn stanlaws. Copyright. 1904, Doub
''Ye see. Miss. she said, becoming sud
denly interested in the pattern Of the car
pet, Terence will be there"
Nancy stopped. who's Terence? Is
he the prince?'' she asked.
he's very nice lad. We was keepin'
company in Brooklyn. but he saw Jerry
Donahue a-kissin' me-shure, 1t was quite
by accident, Miss--but Terence, he's that
unreasonable, and he would have no ex-
cuse at all. So he gave Jerry two black
sayin' word to me at all II he thought
I'd be after calm him back, It's little he
knows Of the ways Of Kildare girls.
There's plenty of lads with good tempers.
But I'm not denyin', Miss, he was that
handsome an I'm wishin' I'd been more
careful there wasn't anybody lookin' when
Jerry kissed me. And now, Katy's tellin'
me. the evenin', that Terence is back in
New York and is dom fine, but Is that
stiff and bad-tempered. He's to take Liz
zie Sullivan to the ball. She's that set
up about him and she's haVin' a blue or
CANDY dress made"
"Norah." said Nancy with emphasis,
you shall have my pink fan and
my rhinestone combs. My money Is on
you. Sure Jerry Donahue is man Of
sense. Small credit to the man who
wouldn't kiss you-and I wish were go
ing to have as much fun Tuesday night as
you are. That's ALL
1.-The darlin' that ye are" laughed
Norah happily.
On Tuesday night dinner was early.
Nancy had mentioned that Norah
wanted to go out somewhere. After the
dishes were washed. one radiant, beam
ing Irish girl put herself into the hands
Of an American girl who had herself pre-
the Importance of every hair-tWist and
bodice-fold. Nancy cast an occasional
guilty look toward the door. as she laced
the plump figure into the swell pink
| frock. She had a definite conviction that
her mothers altruism Wouldn't extend to
| pink crepe; and then her mother was too
old to realize the vital Importance Of an
occasion like this.
Norah twinkled at herself In the mirror
with wondering and dimpling delight,
and Nancy grew explosively enthusiastic
as the toilet progressed. The waving au-
burn hair was drawn up in soft masses
to the top Of the dainty head and held in
place by sparkling combs. The decollete
sleeveless bodice showed plump white
neck full Of delicious curves, and rounded
arms that should never have been hidden
under gloves. The girls cheeks needed
no rouge, but Nancy powdered the be-
witching, upturned face, and then stood
back and looked at the transformed Gin
derella.
Heaven help the lads Of County Kill
dare, this night she said, gaily. I'll
never have the heart to wear that gown
again, after seeing you in it. Lizzie Sui
livan's guardian angel is now trailing his
| wings in the dust and shedding bitter, i'm
potent tears. Run along, little girl, and
make Terence as miserable as the law al
lows"
Norah drew the macintosh over her
f1nery and stood for moment before the
door, looking at the fairy godmother.
There's no other so good as you,
miss" There were tears in her eyes as
she spoke.
The young mistress put hand on each
shoulder of the girl and kissed her light
ly on the cheek
We're all young just once, my dear
and-1ve a Terence myself. Run along.
Good night"
Nancy's relatives have always said she
had no proper sense of dignity.
The ball was a tremendous success
County Kildare turned out in force, and
the hall was fairly filled when Norah
arrived upon the scene Of ac-
ton. The macintosh was shed
In the dressingroom, and the modish
pink gown, feeling itself sadly out Of
place, was trailed across the room with as
good grace as tho it's owner were managing
Its folds. A subdued murmur followed it,
Norahs cheeks grew redder and her eyes
brighter.
It's queen We are the night" whis-
pered barney Magrue, in her ear yell
be afther givin' me all the waltzes?"
T Po No
eighteen waltzes on the card! Take shame
to yersilf! Yell take me to Mrs. Rafferty,
that's resavin' with the committee at the
head of the stairs. Afther that, We'll talk
of the dancin'. Oh, boys, go along with
you. Ye'd be takin' all my dances four
times over. I'll be lookin' the prospect
over first. One dance is enough for each
one of you. No, Patrick, I'll not be savin'
any six two-steps for you. Misther Dig
gins, I'm glad to know you, but I'm not
film my card now. Barney it's a blath-
erer We are. Ye like my dress, is it? It
isn't so much, but I'm glad We like it.
Will give We one Of the blossoms to wear
That will not. Mrs. Rafferty,, we're the
youngest Kildare girl of them all. Shure,
If there was many girls back there like
you there'd be no Kildare lads comm to
America. Oh, do We think so? It's a
pretty little dress do think, but weren't
thinkin it was so becomin'"
Mrs. Rafferty, stared in opened-mouthed
wonder.
TITS a picture out of a fashion book We
arc, Norah, only ye're better-lukin'," Mrs.
Rafferty, said. mike, will We come here
and LUX at Norah O'Toole? Did We liver
know Kildare to turn out a foiner girl, an
1t the greatest county in Oirland for hand
some girls? Well, an there comes Ter
ence McManus wild Lizzie Sullivan. They
do say he's the great catch now. Norah,
darlin'. wud We LUX at Lizzie a-hangin' to
him-an' him wild Broadway saloon av
his own an senators an governors
a-clappin' him on the back
Norah Sstood at the top Of the stairs
against a background of black coats and
trousers. Terence, looking up, saw q
vision in shimmering pink, and face that
set his heart humping. His own face
flushed and he forgot the girl hanging on
his arm, forgot fat Mrs. Rafferty, and the
reception committee waiting to make
much Of him at the head Of the
stairs. He saw only the face ris-
ing above the cleaning pink gown
and the blossom wreaths. He sprang up
the steps, still staring hungrily at the
laughing face, and as he reached her the
girl nodded carelessly and said:
How do We do, Mr.. McManus? Was il
all the waltZes We were wantin', Barney?''
She gave Barney a tender glance that
staggered him and turned with him to the
crowd of eager lads, begging for her
dances and her smiles. Nancy's gown
fairly wriggled with delight. Its owner
could not have done it more credit.
It was In the Iancers that Norah and
Terence met again and touched hands.