Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-28

thought Of an Italian as beautiful. The
race had seemed to him only dirty and
| obnoxious and as alien as monkeys.
And begor! she's got pretty tongue
| in her head. too he thought, with the
love of the true Celt for words which is
greater than his love for meat or drink.
! The next time MacMahon called he In
| Guided Blanca in the conversation. ana II
occurred to Kate that matters were pro-
crossing so well that Blanca needed no
assistance.
Anyway" she thought. 81 am sure I
can have Michael If want him, but 1
dinnaw do / want him. l do If Father
kinsellagh don't want me to have him.
And amt Blanca the schemin' little
MINK
And yet when from a side window she
saw Pasquale coming to visit his daughter
she hastily ordered MacMahon into the
fathers study.
Sure, he wants to see you.'' she said.
hustling him into the hall Just before
Pasquale's knock sounded. She could not
bear to see Bianca's soft. lovely face
grow piteous and shrinking.
Blanca understood that Kate was saw
Ing her ~ .. a
gently: "mio padre saya he put knifa in
Michael
"Pho. Michaerd break his face
Il hopa So. acquiesced Blanca: but
milo padre is YER quick with stiletto."
Little Pasquale opened the door and ad-
vanced furiously on his daughter. with
torrent of Italian. At its close he pinched
her arms cruelty.
'Musha. / wish had bit NV his hay
thenish lingo!" cried Kate. shaking her
fist.
Again PasQuale poured forth voluble
Italian. pointing to Kate and ending by
slapping Bianca's cheeks.
whats the matter at all?' asked Kate.
oh he saya you should not be in
kitchens wept Blanca: land why not /
giva him eat. and it is true you marry
Signor MAGMA hona-"
well, l can't stand ut said Kate; Il
got TO let the Irish out NV me. anyway.
She turned on the little Pasquale and
overwhelmed him with vivid abuse. She
began by rejecting on his ancestors. and,
warming to her work. she gave the his
ward pushing him closer and closer to
the door by force of will and OF muscle
both Finally she opened it and thrust
him out.
"Ah. if l hada your talk. Mees Mac
Avoya, murmured Blanca, her little
beata me more"
IF liver he touches you ag'in,' said
Kate. I'll put head and a half on him."
When a day or two later Blanca. with
flashing gestures, told MacMahon OF
Rates victory he shook his head.
We'll. Hates the grand woman" he
! said. but ! don't like ut to have amy
man worsted be a woman. Hates grand.
but she's got bit Nv timper Nv her own.
dinnaw that l liver noticed ut befure.
ne added: sure, I'm not superstitious.
hut To for "
red hair And there's many a man ties A
knot wild his tongue he can't unite wild
his teeth.
Blanca persisted in renewed praises Of
Kate.
We'll. WELL me gurrul." he agreed. 'all
thrue enough, and I'm glad you see ut
IF the bambino of my sister were girla.
Gala her Kate" said Blanca.
Say Blanca, phwy did you call ut
Michael?" asked MacMahon.
For archangela and Padre kinsellash
and you said Blanca. shyly working to
a climax II lika him have big roar in his
voice lika padre. and l lika him smarta
wit steela. like arcnangela. and l wanta
him have plenty friend in warda. lika you.
Some day he be bossa, lika you will be
bossa."
Hear that. now said MacMahon. He
rocked back and forth in his solid chair
and gazed at her appreciatively.
when l was bambina." said Blanca,
animatedly Il think, All. If ! were man,
/ wanta make SANTA of stone like MI
chael Angelo. or paint SANTA But now /
think l, lika be bossa.
MacMahon stared at her in pleased
amaZement 1t had never occurred to him
that Blanca could have practical sense
as good as any Irish girls. He was as
proud of her intelligence as IL he had
created it, and he spent the rest of the
evening finding further instances of her
brilliancy.
Meantime the parish was quieting. The
little father no longer heard murmured
words of jealousy or suspicion; he was
able to spend his energy In roaring re-
proaches against the normal Italian sins
Of dirt inertia, double-dealing and back
sliding. Pasauale had no time to practice
dying. for he was busy assuring his
friends that the little father loved the
Italians far. far more than the Irish:
that he had refused to take back his
Irish servant despite her weeping. and
that he much, much preferred Bfancas
cooking to anything he had tasted before
she became his cook. All. and Blanca