The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1910-04-26

the wit. the cleverness to the house
| hold, she in turn would bring the
money, the tangible means of existence
| Ii he brought the great thoughts, the
| inspiration of genius, she, on her side,
would furnish the leisure wherein TO
| make good his dreams. If he attracted
| the circle of artists and poets,
] she would furnish, as her mother
before her, hospitality and unstinted
| wealth, the allurements of comfort and
ease.
And yet, John O'Nein stood, motion
less as a stone image, bound fast amid
| the towering ferns and fragrant orange
| trees. Why did he not seek at once the
famous beauty? There could be no
doubt as to her attitude, loving daugh-
ter Of a doting mother. Why, then,
fearing no rebuff, did he not go at once
and offer her his hand and heart?
A little thing, quite Insignificant and
beside the point, yet still bearing on
his early youth, held him. A tiny let
olent of old days and past, sweet
memories.
John, it is you that our mother is
speaking of now. She is so old. John,
and L, too. 1t Is the sight of your face
we both be wanting.
John, is it not strange that Rosie
VIII not marry the rich MacVey, for all
he courts her still and will not 60
That was a part of it.
There was music now in the room
beyond-a violin and piano, following
one another, laughing, leaping and
romping, glittering on through mex
press1ble mazes of technical splendor.
The man listened, and gradually his
eyes hardened again, his brain the
master of his heart. Yes; he was born
to all this sort of thing! 1t was fool
1sh, unutterably mad to dwell on the
long dead past. He would bury it all
now, his life would swing on in perfect
harmony, effortless, brilliant and well
controlled. He would write his Aunt
q ri h fc I'll
proud they would be to hear of this
great match. He stepped forward to
seek the girl beyond.
Then he paused again. A fresh,
young voice was raised, clear, piercing
in its untrammeled sweetness 1t was
a song now, dealing not at all with
trills, simple and unhampered in its
sWay-a song, real song, and with
out flaw:
When meadow larks would singing be
in old Glentair
was a one ts sWget lass iS with eyes of blue
For Irish eyes are fairy flax no other
eyes so blue,
Come nestle in my arms and swing upon
the ShOOgy-shoo.'
On through the verses, vibrant, quiv-
ering and alive. and O'Neill bowed his
head, swaying in the new found real
1zation of his old best self OF what
use the splendor, of what use the tech
mic, of what use the beautiful binding,
II the book We're empty within? Rosie,
AeOoAC. lis SOG4 DOWSQ WIFI the KnOWl-
edge that for him there was but one
woman who through all the years had
found him worthy of the waiting:
All Wen, the world goes up and down,
and some sweet day
Its shoogy-shoo will swing US two where
signs will pass away
SO nestle close your bonny head and
close your eyes of blue,
And swing with me and memory upon
the shoogy-shoo:
"O'NeilPs crazy" said the gossips of
the studio circle. "AL he wanted to
work out his big drama was leisure
and a little time. 'O'NeilI's crazy and
he was an idiot to run back to the old
country in that cratic madcap man
ner."
"O'NeilPs crazy said a little blue
eyed woman back in old Ireland,
"O'NeilPs Grady" But the manner of
his madness. being a not uncommon
one, she laughed as she found her bon
ny heart locked fast within the shell
ter of his arms.-(Copyrighte 1910 by
Associated Literary Press.)