Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-02-10
WRITTEN FOR THE STAR BY HoNoRE wrIIsH

There were long, long stretches of corn
fields, and in even rows among the stubble,
tent-like shocks of cornstalks, And then,
glistening in the November sunshine, great
yellow pumpkins lay sedately il wait for
the harvest wagons.
Almost concealed by a sad little hedge of
withered golden rod and juniper weeds that
sighed TREMENDOUSLY in the afternoon wind.
the barbed wire fence stretched up the viii
lage street.
Jim Prestly turned up the collar of his
coat, for the wind was growing cold, and
Shifted his quid to the other cheek.
She told me she was Irish, but if she is.
she's different from any irish ever see,
he said.
'Phwat the divil do you know about The
Oirish?" asked Dennis O'Rourke. She's
none of the trash that comes over in the
steerage; gentry lass says ivry line of
her purity face
Jim ignored the remarks of Dennis as he
did the whirr of the wind up the road
"She says, he went on calmly, address
Ing his remarks to Bill Cody, the postmas-
ter. she says when l asked her what in
thunder she was dom in a god forsaken
spot like this, she says that her brother
ran away from home when she was just d
little kid Some kind of scrape. 1 guess.
for she says their guardian wouldn't take
no steps to find him after they'd traced him
here. So, soon as she comes of age, she
hiked over here TO look for him herself"
rs that SO-iS that sop said Bill Cody
vastly impressed. Well amt she the
spunky one! And what's her name, Jim?'
We'll, that said Jim alphabetically, 81
didn't find out. You see this conversation
took place as / was helpin her and her
truck out OF the mail wagon. so 1 didn't get
time for the fine points, so to speak.
An Oirish lass, a true, foine Oirish
lass" murmured Dennis drelmily, home
sick look in his blue eyes as he filed his
cob pipe.
Gee Chrlstmas!' said Bill Cody, this
here hole amt no place fer a girl like
thatr'
Jim Priestly threw back his shoulders.
'All I've got to remark to all parties is tibet
any fool tibet has any remarks to make,
invidgous TO her, has got to repeat them
TO me-"
Bill looked admringly at Jim. Right
you are" he said, and after you are
through I'll finish EN-"
There won't be anything to fnish,'' said
Jim grimy.
And I'll bury EN- said Dennis, Gee.
here she comes!
slender girl, with fearless, gray eyes,
was this Irish lass very lovely girl, with
the patricidn features, the exquisite color
ing and the something sad and wistful of
expression that Ireland often gives to
its highbred women. Straight up to the
three men she walked and, with an appeal
ing little smile for Jim Priestly as for an
old friend, said:
II wanted to leave my name at the post
tLlCt dt OItts ipi II my blOliltI Is diOuIu
he will hear of it first that way, will he
not"
Bits hat was off, and he looked triumph
aEtly at his two friends as if to say, Amt
l IT, thought
Right yOu are, miss" he answered, lard
this here is Bill Cody the postmaster and
this red-headed chap is one OF your couu-
trymen. Dennis O'Rourkc.'
The girl extended a cordial little and
to each Of the men. My name" she said,
lis Kathleen Redmond. ANA I'm looking for
my brother Hugh, whom we think came
here to Hoods Creek eight yeas ago
At the sound OF the name the three msn
started uneasily, but Bill Cody spoke up
quickly. with warning glance at his com
panions. Wen sure help you all We can.
Miss Redmond. But you've certain come
TO q rough place. These here coal mining
towns are bad propositions fer a young girl
like YOU But I'll pound the everlastin'
blazes out o anyone that bothe-s you"
Kathleens eyes wdened in a startled way