The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1906-08-08
LOVERS
LUCK
BY Constance D'Arcy rfackay
Copy right, l00d, by {. Il. Suteline
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES

That bfaWlcd Its way through the VII
laEe Of Bailymorau. The brook eushed
and sung over its pebbles. and Moira's
young voice sang with It us her white
arms flashed In the clear water. She
was on her knees. straight and supple
MS II willow, her bare feet tucked I'M
der her with only the rosy heels show
inu Thu wind caught "a strond 81 ha..
hair and whipped ii out till 1t shonc
like beaten gold In the sun. Barry
paused dazzled, and EaZed at her, his
mouth agape his sack of meal forgot
ten ON his back. Presently the girl
WAS aware of his presence and that he
was Watching her.
"What are We gaping at at allf' she
questioned
AT the loycllest girl In all Ireland"
said Barry. never taking his eyes from
her.
SORROW be 10 ye IL your mother
knew It," laughed MORA. bending TO
her work again. And angry shed be
TO find We here Yc'd best go back TO
her"
bhItA HuSliti III his titthS NtiN
redder than his hair. ITS here that
I'll sthop," he said decidedly. dumping
down his sack and seating himself on
the grass.
Molras thrust had been keen one,
for all the village knew that he lived
in fear of his mothers tongue. "Shure.
It's the sting of II wasp she has en-
bors. from whom the Widow o'Glll
held somewhat aloof, though now and
again she condcscendcd to call on Mrs.
Tcrhunc for n bit OF gossip and
dish OF tay."
Bury was Mrs O'Gills only child
and the Idol of her heart. Did lie So
much as look ut girl. Mrs. o'Gill was
filed with alarm. So while the other
lads fingered about the church steps
after mass that they might see their
sWccthearts. Barry WIS hurried Off
homeward Ivy his mother. Therefore
it was With sense of rccklcssncsa
and novelty that he gave himself up
to IL talk with MORA. She babe him
help her wiring the clothes and then
splashed him with gllttering drops.
The time went quickly. 1t was noon
before they knew II, and Barry sped
home TO his dinner and II scolding.
Yet he hardly heard the words his
mother heaped ON him, SO engrossed
was he with the memory of Moirn' =
gray eyes and the exquisite curve of
her lips Love comes swiftly when one
Is young in Ballymoran.
He and MORA met often after that,
sometimes at tho edge of the little
river and sometimes on the roads by
which the hawthorn hedges bloomed,
mnss of pink and green. The more
Barry thought of MORA the more lie
realized that his mother would never
consent to his marriage. Moira's
beauty was the only dowry the girl
had. OF all the poor folk In Ballymo-
ran she was by far the poorest.
Nor was Barry much richer. 1t was
his mother who held the purse strings
once, In desperation, he thought of
giving ZIP MORA, and for three whole
days lie did not see her. Then quite
by accident he met her coming across
field. She was about TO pass him
with ayerted face.
"NIolra" he cried brokenly
At that she turned. She was pale
and there were deep shadows under her
eyes. All that Barry had kept pent in
hla heart rushed 10 his lips, and MORA
listened. looking down and plucklng ut
II bit of hawthorn she held In her hand,
A lark rose from the long meadow
grass near by, and soaring into the air
poured out ii song that seemed but an
echo OF the ccstnsy that was In their
hearts. 1t was MORA who made the
first return II earth.
Does your mother know OF ltf' she
questioned
"Diyyle Bit" said Barry cheerfully,
"and where would be the good o tell
ing her. She'd nlver consent to 1t In
the wide worlld. IT'S runaway
match wen have to make. mayourneen.
Wen hc afther taking II "Trip to the
next parish and back some foine day"
but where Will we live at all, Barry,
darlintt" cried Moira, stlll troubled.
REST aisy." sald Barry; 81 can make
somewhat working IN the boys. and
that VIII give ua bite and II sup. And
there's ovid McShanc's cabin thats
been desarted ever since he went to
America Troth. it's II ramshackle
placc, and there's no denying it! The
roof lakes. but can mend II with fresh
turf And though the room Is as small
n4 "A nut. what fone view wc'll have
from the doorway And If the Chin
bley Is ovid and ghmokcy, after all,
twill be our own. Arrah, trust TO luck,
MORA, achree Aud lovers luck, shure,
us the best Of air
"True for yc. Barry agreed MORA.
and. happy and improyident, they
drIftrd back into their lovers paradise
and one morning before the first birds
were astlr aud Ballymoran lay in the
cool grayness Of the dawn they slipped
away to the next parish. BY the mid
die of the afternoon they We're back
again. and MI the village knew OF their
romance
Mrs. Terliune FASTENED to bring the
news to Mrs. 0'Gill, but the latter,
pushing forward a chair, did not walt
for her 10 speak.
Have We seen aught of my boy Bar
ryf' She demanded. THE lazy Cos
soon Gone since morning and not &
bit OF work has he done the day. bad
cess to him.
II was fine opening for Mrs. Ter
hume, and, sitting on the opposite side
of the hearth, she told her story, Mrs
O'Glll interrupting from time to time
with passionate CALCULATIONS. 1.-THE
curse of all the crows upon him! And
sorrow to me for having bowld, de-
caltful son numbering my heart with
bis cruel actions! May he niver cross
my threshold again It's a serpint's
tooth he Is. serpint's TOOTH"
Mrs. Terhune wagged her head wise
ly.
HE is SO, she agreed, with relish,
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