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

rhinestone combs. My money is on you.
Sure Jerry Donahue is a man of sense.
Small credit to the man who wouldn't kiss
you-and | wish l were going to have as
much fun Tuesday night as you are
THE darlin' that we are!'' laughed Norat
happily.
Now go to sleep and dream you are a
comet with a tail of Kildare lads Good
night
On Tuesday night dinner was early
Nancy had mentioned that Norah wanted
to go out somewhere. After the dishes were
washed, one radiant, beaming Irish girl put
herself into the hands of an American girl
who had herself prepared for critical cam
paigns, and knew 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 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 auburn hair
was drawn up in soft masses to the top OF
the dainty head and held in place by spark
ling combs. The decollete sleeveless bodice
showed a 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 pow
dered the bewitching, upturned face, and
then stood back and looked at the trans
formed Cinderella.
Heaven help the lads of County Kildare
this night!' she said gayly. Til never
have the heart to wear that gown again
after seeing you in 1t. Lizzie Sullivan S
guardian angel is now trailing his wings in
the dust and shedding bitter, impotent
tears. Run along, little girl, and make
Terence as miserable as the law allows
Norah drew the macintosh over her
finery and stood for a moment before the
11T, loeb iY,r, fDi,
There's no other so good as you, miss.
There were tears in her eyes as she spoke
The young mistress put a hand on each
shoulder of the girl, and kissed her lightly
on the cheek.
Were all young just once, my dear
We must dance and fiirt while we can, and
I've 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 action. The macintosh
was shed in the dressing room, and the
modish pink gown, feeling itself sadly out
of place, was trailed across the room with
as good grace as though its owner were
managing it's folds A subdued murmur
followed it. Norah's cheeks grew redder
and her eyes brighter.
IT'S queen we are the night" whis-
pered Barney Magrue, in her ear. Ven be
atther SlVln me all the WdltZeS!
will | that, Barney Magrue?-an' eight
cen 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 lookn' 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 Diggins, I'm
glad to know you, but I'm not film my
card now. Barney, it's blatherer We are.
Ye like my dress. is 1t? 1t isn't SO much,
but IN glad We like it. VIII l give ye one
of the blossoms to wear? That l will not.
Mrs. Rafferty,, ye're the youngest Kildare
girl of them ALL Shure, If there was many
girls back there like you there'd be no Kill
dare lads comm to America. Oh, do We
think SO? It's a pretty little dress do
think, but l weren't thinkin' 1t was so be-
comm"
Mrs. Rafferty, stared in open-mouthed
wonder.
It's a picture out of a fashion book We
are, Norah only ye're better-lukin'," Mrs.