The Irish standard., 1907-01-19

sa SkES
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OF peace ana reserve that Is 50 wholly
. incompatible with his disposition to
breed dfscord and indulge in riot.
When we sat down for leisurely din.
ner at SheTry's we We're not modest
~ maintain, forbidding pair. We
II may drag myself into the matter
! are both trifie under the average
height, stnewy, nervous, and. just then,
trained fine. Our lean, clean. shaver
y faces were well-browned-mine wear
ing fresh coat from my DAYS on the
steamers deck.
\ Larry had never been in America be-
fore, and the scene had for both of lis
the charm Of gay and novel spec
tacle. l have always maintained. in
talking to Larry of people and races,
that the Americans are the hand
soonest and best put-up people in tho
world, and l believe he was persuaded
OF 1t that night as we gazed with eyes
long unaccustomed to splendor upon
the great company assembled in the
restaurant. The lights, the music, the
variety and richness OF the costumes
Of the women. the many Enthusiastically
foreign faces that gave a cosmopoli
K tan accent to the whole, wrought a
welcome spell upon senses Injured to
hardship in earth's waste and dreary
places.
Nov tell me the story" said.
Have you done murder? Is the of.
tense treasonable?"
1T was tenants row in Galway,
and smashed a constable. smashed
him pretty hard, dare say, from the
row they kicked up in the newspapers.
Ilay low for a couple of weeks, caught
boat at Queenstown, and here 1 am,
waiting for chance to get back to
The Sod without going in IRONS"
You were certainly born to be
hanged, Larry. You'd better stay in
America. There's more room here
than anywhere else, and it's not easy
to kidnap man in America and carry
him off,
Possibly not; and yet the situation
isn't wholly tranquil" he said, trans
!. fixing bit of pompano with his fork
{ Kindly note the ford gentleman at
your right-at the table with four
he's next the lady in pink. 1t may in.
terest you to know that he's the Brit
ish consul
Interesting, but not important. You
don't for a moment suppose
~ h1,o Ny-% nd
ALI, But he undoubtedly has my name
on his tablets. The detective that's
J here following me around is pretty
dull. He lost me this morning while
Il was talking to you in the bank.
Later on I had the pleasure of trailing
him for an hour or SO until he finally
( brought up at the British consul's Of
flee. Thanks: no more OF the fish. Let
stls Danish care. I wasn't born to be
{ hanged; and as am political Of
4 fender. doubt whether I can be de-
= ported if they lay hands on me-
He watched the bubbles In his glass
dreamily, holding it up in his slim,
well-kept fingers.
Tell mo something of your own
immediate present and future" he
said.
I made the story of my grandfather
Glenarm's legacy as brief as possible,
for brevity was definite law of our
Intercourse.
"A year, YOU say, with nothing to do
hut fold your hands and wait. It
doesn't sound awfully attractive to me.
I'D rather do without the money!
But intend to do some work. I
owe it to my grandfathers memory
to make good, if there's any good in
me-
Tho sentiment is worthy of you.
4 Glenarm," he said, mockingly. What
, do you sea- ghost?'
Il ! must have started slightly at sud-
denly espying Arthur Pickering not 20
1 feet away. A party OF half dozen or
more had risen, and Pickering and
4 girl were detached from the others for
4 moment.
She was young,-quite the Youngest
In the group about Pickering's table.
1 A certain girlishness of height and
I. outline may have been emphasized by
K her juxtaposition to chickering's heavy
( figure. She was in black. with white
y showing at throat and wrists.-a SOM
y Der contrast to the other women of
y the party, who were arrayed with de.
gree Of splendor. She had dropped
4 her fan and Pickering stopped to pick
d 1T up. In the second that she waited
She turned carelessly toward me. and
Fsour eyes met for an instant. Very
4. likely she was chickering's sister. and
&I tried to reconstruct his family,
which I had known in my youth: but
4 I could not place her. AS she walked
out before him my eyes followed her.
the erect figure, free and graceful,
but with charming dignity and poise.
Il: and the gold of her fair hair glinting
ii under her back toque.
Her eyes, as she turned them full
Il upon me, were the saddest, sweetest
u eyes had ever seen, and even in that
h brilliant, crowded room felt their