The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1911-12-08

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cnange that were to follow, the song
his heart shaped itself In words
lpon his lips.
I'm Paddy Whack
From Ballyhack,
Not long ago turned soldier-O
At grand attack.
Or storm or sack,
None than I will prove bolder-O!"
His voice was by way\ OF being a
tenor Of tolerable quality and volume,
but Misunderstanding wonderful. It
was just the way he trolled out the
rollieking stanza that rendered 1t in
fectious, irresistible. For as. he
paused the voice Of the woman that
had reminded him of the song capped
the verse neatly.
can whin we get the route
Wild a shout,
How they pout!
Wild ready right-about
Goes the bould soldier-boy!'
O'Rourke caught his breath, star
tied, stunned 1T can't be" he
whispered. For if at first her voice,
subdued in distance, had stirred his
memory with a touch as vague and
thrilling as the caress Of a woman's
hand in darkness, now that he heard
the full strength of that soprano, bell
clear and spirited, he was sure he
knew the singer. He told himself that
there could be no two women in the
world with voices just like that; not
another than her he knew could have
rendered the words with so true a
spirit, so rare brogue-tinged as
that had been with the faintest,
quaintest exotic infection imagin-
able.
But she had stopped with the
verse half sung. His pulses quicken
Ing, O'Rourke leaned forth from the
window and carried it on:
80, tits thin the ladies fair
In despair
Tear their hair!
But-''Tis divvle a bit care"
Cries the bould soldier-boy!"
There fell a. pause. He listened
with his heart in his mouth, but heard
nothing. And it seemed impossible to
surmise whence, from which one OF all
the rooms with windows opening upon
that side of the hotel, had come the
voice of the woman. She might as
well have been above as below him,
or on either side: he could not guess,
But he was determined.
Now there was beneath his window
balcony with a floor of wood and a
rail of iron-fligree-a long balcony,
extending from one corner of the no.
tel to the other. At intervals it was
splashed with light from the windows
of chambers still occupied by guests
belated or busy, like himself, with the
task Of dressing for the evening. The
window to his left was alight; that
on his right, dark. With half his body
on the balcony, his legs dangling with
in the room, O'Rourke watched the
opening on his left with jealous,
breathless expectancy. Not a sound
came therefrom. He hesitated.
IF that weren't her room, Id hear
somebody moving about" he reasoned.
"'Tis frightened she is-not suspect
in it's me. But how do I know
it's herself? >. Faith! could me
ears deceive me?'
With that he took heart Of hope and
broke manfully into the chorus, sing.
ing directly to the lighted window,
singing the first line with ardor and
fervor, with confidence and with hope,
singing persuasively, pleadingly, anx
iously, insistently.
s'For the world is all befo-ore US"
he sang and then paused. He heard
no echo. And again he essayed, with
that in his tone to melt a heart OF
ice:
For the world is all befo-ore US"
And now he triumphed and was
lifted out of himself with sheer de-
light; fer from the adjoining room
came the next line:
stAnd landladies ado-ore US"
Unable to contain himself, he
chimed in, and IN duet they sang it
out to the rousing finale:
sTh,y 1e'er rayfuse to sco-ore US,
But chalk US up wild JOY
We taste her tap, we tear her cap
o, that's the chap
For me- cries she
'Wrir0oi
Isn't ne the darlint, the bould soldier
5:"
u .o7g ort and died.