The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-10-15

upon HIS dtiiSuteu VISION.
He turned for a moment to below
again into the room:
Tim, you limb of Satan. where are
you at all? Sure, I'm not fit to be
seen by any lady, let alone such foot
as thatt'
When he popped his head once more
through the window only the chairmen
occupied the street.
Its for the ground floor, of course
for the French marquis" said O'Hara,
and sat down feeling as fat as pam
cake.
The next instant knock at the door
sent the quick blood flying to the red
head. The limb of Satan,- more gen
orally known as Tim Mahoney, an in
gratiating, untidy fellow, with a cum
ming leer and coaXing manner, stood
ogling his master on the threshold
Then he jerked with his thumb several
times over his shoulder and grinned
with exquisite enjoyment.
what is it:'' said O'Hara fiercely.
Tim winked, and jerked his thumb
once more.
Speak, or by heavens I'll spoil your
beauty for your
''Your sisther.'' cried Tim, with a
rumbling, subterraneous laugh.
ME ssther, man.
AYE, yer honor" said the scamp.
who, as O'Hara's foster brother, was
we'll aware that his master boosted no
such gentle tie. Sure, she's heard
your honors wounded, and she's come
TO visit you. I'm Misther O'Hara's
sister, says She
''And am l not?" cried sweet voice
behind him. "Or, if not, at least a
very, very dear cousin, and, in any
case, / must see Mr.. OHara at once.
and alone
TO be sure cried O'Hara, eagerly
rising in every way to the situation,
and leaping forward. .Show in the
lady, you villain! Oh, my darling."
cried the Irishman, opening generous
arms, 'but I'm glad to see We! Tim,
you scoundrel. shut the door behind
your
The visitor was much enveloped, be-
sides being masked. But there was
not a moments hesitation in the ardor
of Mr.. OHaras welcome.
'Sir, sir!' cried a faint voice from
behind the folds of lace, what con-
duct il thisi"
"Oh, sisther darling, sure. me hearts
been hungering for you. Another kiss,
me dear, dear cousin,''
"Mr O'Harar' cried Mistress Bel
1airs, in tones OF unmistakable indigna.
Zion: tore off her mask and stood with
painting bosom and fiery eye.
"Tare and ages.' exclaimed the in
genuous Irishman. eff it isn't me love
ly Kitty"
Mistress Bellairs, if you please, Mr..
O'Hara,'' said the lady, with great dig
nifty.
Il am glad to see, sir, that that other
passion of which 1 have heard so much
has not interfered with the strength Of
your family affections"
She sat down and famed herself
with her mask, and looking haughtily
round the room finally fixed her gaze.
with much interest, upon the left
branch of the chandelier.
For second Mr., O'Hara's glib
tongue seemed at a loss, but it was
only for a second With graceful
movement he gathered the skirts of his
fine lowered damask dressing gown
more closely over the puce satin small
clothes, which he was sadly con-
scious were not in their first fresh
ness, besides bearing the trace of one
overgenerous bumper of what he was
fond of calling the ruby wine. Then
sinking on one knee he began to pour a
tender tale into the widows averted
ear.
"And it's the fine ninny We must think
me, Kitty, darling-I beg your pardon,
darling; ma'am it shall be, though l
vow to see We toss your little head like
that and set all those elegant little
curls dancing is enough to make any
one want to start you at it again. Oh
sure, it's the divine little ear you have,
but, be jabbers, Kitty, if it's the back
of your neck you want to turn on me-
couldn't help it-with the little place
there just inviting my lips
Keep your kisses for your sister,
sir, or your cousin"
what in the world; and dye think
I didn't know your
"A likely tale"'
MAY 1 die this minute il I didn't
know you before ever you were out OF
the ould chairr'
Pray, sir!' with an angry litter,
chow will even your fertile wits prove |
that?"
''Sure, didn't see the little pink foot |
of you step out, and didn't l know it |
before ever it reached the ground?'
Lord forgive your said Mistress |
Kitty gravely. But a dimple peeped.
He had now possessed himself of her |
hand, which he was caressing with the |
touch of the tentative lover, tenderer |
than a woman's, full Of mute cajoling |
inquiry.
Il hope the Lord may forgive me for |
setting up and worshiping an idol. l |
believe there's something against that |
in the commandments, darling, but /
sure, maybe old Moses wouldn't have |
been so hard on those Israelites if |
they'd had the gumption to raise pref