The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-07-15

IT deserve all that's comm to me, but
handle me gently. 1 was mad jealous
he pleaded-"mad Jealous clean through
and unable to reason"
A ringing at the bell checked further
attempt at reconciliation.
There's your father said Mallory,
turning to Nora. "Chase YOURSELF Get
a move onl Don't let him see you
snivelin'."
Mrs. O'Brien opened the front door.
and her husband came in. He was
very pale, and his compressed lips and
the ominous look in his eyes denoted
that he was in a white heat of anger.
"wheriver have we been" queried
Mrs. O'Brien.
"orve been to Crawford's," he an
nounced.
why the girls herei' she said.
"She wasn't her when we came at tin
o'clock, was she?" he questioned sar-
c~astically.
yes" affirmed Mallory. She came
home with a sick headache before the
show an didn't hear your ringin' be-
cause she was fast asleep in her room"
AN where was she?' he demanded,
indicating Patsy.
For a moment no one spoke. All
were filled with secret CONSERVATION.
had happened?
PATSY was around to the drug store"
lied her mother desperately. THAT
talk av Nora an Crawford was COS
sip, the clatter of an oidle tongue"
1T was, was It? Thin phwat's this
note he gave me with a demand for
the money? He said he lint 5000 to
get EN- out av a hole inc told me to
give 1t to 'em as a souvenir If they
hadn't the dacency to make good. II
It's all gossip, how comes he to have
a note for money I never had, soigned
with me manner"
He thrust the paper under Patsy's
nose. She took 1t and stared at it
blankly, finding nothing to say.
well, girl, haven't re a tongue in
yir head?" her father almost shouted
and almost dancing with rage. who
soigned p. O'Brien' to that paper?
Who dared to use my name?"
1t was clear that, though the yellow
dog streak in Crawford had impelled
him to try to make trouble with the
note, he had been. careful to avoid a
violent scene with O'Brien by recount
ing the events of the evening. Mallory
plucked up courage.
whats the matter with you. pop?"
he laid. Its her own name. It's
signed p. O'Brien.' Why shouldn't she
sign it? Why shouldn't she get money
from Crawford? It's OWN to me, an
what's mines hers. Crawford an mes
had a run In. I've quit him, an he's
sore, that's ALL"
Patsy shot a glance of gratitude
toward him.
O'Brien was nonplussed.
What would she be dom with that
amount av money!" he inquired.
THAT would be %tellin'," laughed NAL
lory. That's our own little secret"
Mrs. O'Brien came to his aid.
"Moind yir W business, Patrick
she ordered, with her old time domi-
neering manner. IT'S the excoitable
man We are careerin' all over town an
us waitin' supper for we. Run out an
rush the GROWER if it amt too late"
Excuse me, Patsy. Twas all a mis-
take. 1 see.' he said, preparing to do as
he was hidden.
Forget it; pop she replied, imprint
ing a kis on his lips.
O'Brien, all cheerfulness, went out.
God love We for the good girl We
are" said her mother fondly, IAN may
he forgive me, for / need It,"
"S-sh!" chided Patsy as she put her
arms around the old woman's neck.
do / come in on this now?" demand
ed Mallory wistfully.
For answer Patsy put out an arm
and included him in her embrace.
"This evenln' settles It," he said