The Delta independent. [volume] (Delta, Colo.) 1886-19??, 1911-12-29


an Irishman. IT'S sickening-dis.
gushing; naught less. :. I'm
thinking this night ends it, though;
come the morning I'll be pulling up
stakes and striking out for a healthier,
simpler place, where there's some
thing afoot man can take an inter.
est in without losing his self-respect
I'll do just that. Wilt"
This he meant. firmly, and was glad
Of it, with heart immeasurably light.
ened by the strength of his good res
olution. He began to hum the old
tune that the unknown woman's voice
had set buzzing in his brain, and
broke off to snap his fingers defiant
ly at the Casino. THAT for vel" he
fouted it-"sitting there with your
painted smile ana your cold eyes, like
the brazen huzzy We are-Goddess of
Chance. Understanding ye have
but to bide your time for all men to
come and render up their souls to ye!
Here's once We lose. madam; after this
night I'm done with We; not a sou of
nine will ever again cross your I'd
bles. I'll have ye to understand the
O'Rourke's reformed character from
the morning on"
He laughed softly. in high feather
with his conceit; and. thinking cheer
fully of the days of movement and
cnange that were to follow. the song
in his heart shaped itself in words
upon his lips.
I'm Paddy Whack
From Ballyhack,
Not long ago turned soldier-O
At grand attack,
Or storm sack,
None than l will prove boder-O"
His voice was by way of being a
tenor of tolerable quality and volume,
but Misunderstanding wonderful. 1t
was just the way he trolled out the
rollicking stanza that rendered it in
fictitious, irresistible. For as he
paused the voice of the woman thst
had reminded him of the song capped
the verse neatly.
"An' whln We get the route
Wild a shout.
How they pout,
Wild ready right-about
Goes the bould soldier-boy"
ORourke caught his breath, sta
tied, stunned 1T can't be" lie
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
spirit. SO rare a brogue-tinged AZ
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 1t on:
20, ills thin the ladies' fair
In despair
Tear their hair!
But-''Tis divvle a bit carev
Cries the bould solder-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
he 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
rail of iron-filigree-a long balcony.
extending from one corner of the ho-
tel to the other. At intervals 1T 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 sound
came therefrom. He hesitated.
"If that weren't her room, I'd hear
somebody moving about" he reasoned.
otis frightened she is-not suspect
in tits me. But how do 1 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.
"F'or 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 heart of