The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-07-06
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But ye're not all right" she said
authoritatively. IAN we can't fool me
by sayin' that yez are. If it's not yir
liver, phwat is it?"
The Duke heaved a heavy sigh.
IT'S 'igher hup, Mrs. O'Brien-'igher
hup,' he said, ~tragically.
Thin it's indigestion" she dag
nosed.
He shook his head.
II carn't tell you what 1t Is, so don't
arsk me-" he sighed. Time, p'r'aps IL
cure it."
II dawned upon Mrs. O'Brien that the
cause of his trouble might be other than
physical.
"Ye haven't had bad news from yir
mother?" she inquired kindly.
He answered in the negative, and the
old woman definitely made up her mind
that he was suffering either from bill
iousness or indigestion. She made no
further allusion to the matter, but the
next morning when he came in to
breakfast he found a surprise awaiting
him. Instead of being allowed to sit
down, as usual, to the nourishment
called for by two hours of hard work
after rising he was waylaid by Mrs.
O'Brien with a big cupful of black
strong SIENNA tea.
The Duke loathed SIENNA tea with an
unutterable loathing. It recalled the
periodical medication of early days, at
tended with much shedding of tears
and coercion brought to bear with ma
ternal concern and a plant cane. The
Duke had been emancipated for some
years from treatment such as this, and,
aside from his dissemination to be
dosed when there was no necessity for
it that he could see, his dignity re-
belled. Mrs. O'Brien, however, had de-
cided that he was badly in need of her
medical m~inistrations, and that settled
1t. There was only one way in which
he could ave avoided surrender to her
insistence, and that was by mourning
her displeasure by fatty defying her
and standing IN his right to refuse the
well-meant potion. But he wanted to
remain on the best of terms with
Nora's mother and would not Willingly
do anything to forfeit the good will for
him he knew she entertained. Through
her he kept himself informed concern
ing the object of his secret love. 1t
was an easy matter to start the old
lady on the subject of her girls, and
while his interest, directly manifested,
augmented her consideration for him
it procured also the no inconsiderable
happiness of being able to talk of Nora
and hear her talked about. He resisted
feebly.
Down with IT." commanded Mrs.
o'Brient peremptorily. "Ye're not a
baby. Hold yir nose In We woan't
taste It,"
He still hesitated, and she coaxed
him.
"orn give ycz 4 lump av sugar
after It,"
Once again for the sake of Nora he
sacrificed himself, and under the eyes
Of the %grinning Shrimp swallowed the
obnoxious concoction, though every in
ternal organ of his body revolted.
For the best part of the remainder
of that day he really was Ill, and he
was careful thereafter not to let his
love sickness show in the presence of
Mrs. O'Brien-by gloominess, at any
rate. In the stable, however, and out
exercising the horses he was free to
let II influence his moods. He liked to
utter Nora's name loud. To him it
was as sweet music. Plucking an I'M
usually beautifully tinted leaf left on
hedge or tree by the winds of winter.
he would dedicate it to her n wear
it next his heart with a portrait of a
woman he fancled looked something
like her that he had cut from a stray
page of a newspaper. When no one
was nigh he could murmur his secret
and his hopes and doubts to Nora's
favorite, Lady Belle, and 1t seemed
to him that the creatures big lustrous
eyes regarded him understandingly and
sympathetically.
"Lydy Belle" he would tell her, my
Nora's a hactress, a lovely hangel, like
the fairies in the pantomime at Droory
Lyme an Sanger's, with pink tights
an wings and spangles, an the lime
light pl'yin' on 'em. She's too pretty
an good for me naow. Yus, she is.
But some d'y the Dukes goin' to be
somethin', too. an all the pypersll be
talkin' abaout William Perkins, the
gryte jockey. Then you'll see me dash
up in me motor to lay me nyme IN
fortune at 'er little feet. an she'll be
me blushin' bride. An Lydy Belle, I'll
tyke you, too"
Sometimes, however. this rosy-hued
vision was darkened by the gray black
shades of doubt. The attainment of
his ambition was a long. a very long
way off, and dreaming in the Mallory
would not bring him one whit
nearer to it. Meanwhile Nora, more
beautiful than ever in her tights and
spangles, would attract the admiring
attention of the wealth of all the cities
she favored by allowing herself to be
and what chance would he have
against the men of high position and
who would be tumbling over
each other in their eagerness to marry
her? This hlleS him with maddening
for the time being. He took
heart of grace, however, from the fact
hat she had been much more friendly
10 him than to the Shrimn and had