Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-09

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| know Kildare to turn out a foiner girl, an
| 1t the greatest connty.in Oirland for hand
| some girls? Well, antthere comes Terence
McManus wild Lizzie Sullivan. They do say
| he's the great catch now. Norah, darlin,
wud We lux at Lizzie A-hangin to hfm-an
| him wild a Broadway saloon av his own an
senator's an governors a-clappin him on
| the back
| Norah stood at tho top of the stairs
| against background of black coats and
| trousers. Terence, looking up, saw vision
in shimmering pink and face that set his
| heart humping. His own face flushed and
! he forgot the girl hanging on his arm, for
got fat Mrs. Rafferty, and the reception
| committee waiting to make much of him at
| the head of the stairs. He saw only the
face rising above the cleaning pink gown
| and the blossom wreaths. He sprang up
| the steps, still staring hungrily at the laugh
ing face and as he reached her the girl
| nodded carelessly and said:
| How do We do, Mr.. McNfanus? Was 1t
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 wrig-
gled with delight. Its owner could not have
! done 1t more credit.
| 1t was in the Lancers that Norah and
| Terence met again and touched hands. His
face was white and angry. She was Sc
renely smiling.
And did We like Albany, Mr.. McManus?"
II did, Miss O'Toole''
| ''Why did we lave it? Do We always lave
| the things We lke?"
| Sometimes I have to do that same"
WAS it debts, Mr.. McManus?' Her
dimples were all showing now. He scowed
Eye know well why l came back to New
York
I'm hearin' We have splendid place and
great friends. / wish We luck.
| I've no luck"
"Arrah, then. listen to the ingratitude of
him, an him with Broadway saloon of
| his own!''
Where is Jerry Donahue?"
! And how should know, then?'
| Aren't we keepin' company with him.!
| Its four months ago l saw him last.
| "Norah, darlin', L heard ye were to marry
| him.
| Its more than he heard, poor lad
| He was forgetting the figures of the dance
and the boys and girls were smiling.
| I'VE weren't in love with him, darlin'?'
| Its likely it was Barney We were hear1n
about Mr.. McManus."
She whirled away, and he set his teeth
| viciously.
| 'Fli throuble we no more,' he muttered,
| as they passed in the chain.
| more power to ye,' she laughed, looking
| up into Barneys eyes, and catching up the
| train of the demoralzing pink gown.
| Terence did no more dancing. He stood
| around in corners and glared at the crowd.
| Even his diamond shirt stud shot out vim
| dictive rays when Barney Magrue danced
by, and he resoutely turned his eyes away
| from every glimmer of pink The old
| friends who stopped to talk to him went
away hot under the collar.
| 'Shure, Terence McManus is that shtuck
| up since he's been aSSociatin' wild the legiS-
latoors that he hasn't civil word to throw
| to dog said the genial Mrs. Rafferty,, in
dignantly, after an encounter with the sulky
| lion.
| The dance before the last was "lady's
| choice" Terence stood by an open window,
trying to cool his temper, and staring out
into the night A hand touched his arm.
''Mr. McManus, will We dance the waltz
| with me?'
The voice made his blood leap, but his
| scrowl deepened.
rs it a fool We think I ann" he asked
Il do that" said the laughing voice with
a queer fearful little note in it, land it's
another that's taikin'sto we. Terence, lad
We wouldn't be unkind enough to say no, an
me pickin' ye outsfrom all the lads, an you
| so hard to me, all the months?"
! She was looking into his eyes now, but it
wasn't the look she had given Barney and
the others The apple blossoms on Nancy's
! gown chung to the white, babyish shoulders
| and dropped over the rounded arms She
was the old Norah, with a new and subtle
charm which the stupid masculine brain
could feel, but never analyze.
| "Ah, Terence!e
But We did kiss Jerry"
| An him bein' sent away for good, on
| your account an feelin' that unhappy it
made me cry to think 1 cudn't be two girls
| an marry We both. All, Terence, ye cudn't
| De carin' about that now, an l lovin' We
| even when We acted SO hard an wudnt give
| me a chance to tell yer
| He visibly thawing.
, eye didn't write"
'Wud ye love girl that wud chase ye to
Albany?'
| Then why did we tell me now?"
| Because l cud see ye. an twas in your
| eyes that We wud like to hear it. Terence
| darlin'."
| He melted but he made one stand before
| he gave in utterly.
"Yell marry me this day a month
! Norah?"
| She nodded. His arm went around her
waist, crushing the pink chiffon sash beyond
| redemption, and they joined the waltz
| Something more than the pink gown made
her radiant, and his diamond stud paled be-
| side the light in his eyes.
| Nancy's mother looked for a new cook,
| and Nancy realized the cost of altruism, but
| she has never regretted sacrificing the pink
| frock and the family cook. The man who
| came often was less stout-hearted than
| Terence-he surrendered Internationally.