The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1912-03-21

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clothes like himself, meaning the
ter. And at this time O'Rourke was
ostensibly in funds and consequently
las the saying runs) cutting q wide
swath. Heaven and himself only knew
the limits of his resources; but his
tanner a Monte Cristo might have
aped to advantage. His play was q
wonder of the Casino; for the matter
of that. his high-handed and extrava-
giant ways had made the entire Prin-
cipality of Monaco conscious of his
presence in the land. And you fail
in the least to understand the nature
of the man If you think for a moment
that it irked him to be admired. point
ed out, courted, pursued. He was. in
deed. never so splendid as when
aware that he occupied the public eye.
In short, he was just an Irlshman.
l.. So, then, it's nothing wonder
full that he should seem a thought fini-
cal about the set of his tie.
Now as he stood scowling at his
image. and wishing from the bottom
of his heart he had never been fool
enough to let Danny leave him. and
calling fervent blessings down upon
the head of the fiend who first design
ed modern ev%ening-dress for men-he
found himself suddenly with a mind
Invested of any care whatever and at
%tentive alone to a sound which came
to him family, borne upon the heavy
wings of the sluggish evening air.
It was nothing more nor less than a
woman singing softly to herself (hum-
ming would probably be the more &C
curate term), and it was merely the
tune that caught his fancy: a bit of
an old song he himself had once
been wont to sing, upon a time when
he had been a happier a 1t cen
ed strange to hear it there, stranger
still that the woman's voice, indistinct
as it was, should have such a familiar
ring in his memory. He frowned in
wonder and shook his head. 1.-The age
Of miracles is past" he muttered;
"'twould never be herself. I've had
me chance--and forfeited 1t. Twill
not come to MI a second time. :"
The singing ceased. OF a sudden
O'Rourke swore with needless heat.
and, plucking away the offending tie,
cast it savagely from him. THE div
vie fly away with vel" he said. "Is 1t
bent on driving me MAJ We are? I'd
give me fortune to have Danny back!
. Me fortune-faith!" He laugh
ed the word to bitter scorn "'Tis
meself that w had the least of any
thing like that without twas feminine
with a mis- tackled onto the front
Of IT." And he strobe away to the
window to cool off.
1t was like him to forget his exas-
peration in the twinkling of an eye;
another mood entirely swayed him by
the time he found himself gazing out
into the vague, velvety dusk that mo-
mentarily was closing down upon the
fairy-like panorama of terraced gar
dens and %sullen. silken sea. His
thoughts had winged back to that
lear woman of whom that fragment
of melody had put him in mind; and
he, was signing and heavy of heart
with longing for the sight OF her aud
the touch of her hand.
Even as he watched, stark night fell,
black as a pocket beneath a porten-
tous pail of cloud. Far out
upon the swelling bosom of the Med
%iterranean a cluster OF dim lights be-
trayed d stealthy coasting steamer,
making westward. Nearer. in the har-
Dor, a fleet of pleasure craft. riding
at anchor on the still, dark tide, vas
revealed in many faint, w%raith-like
shapes Of gray, all studded with yell
low stars. Ashore, endless festoons of
coIured lamps draped the gloom of the
terraces; the facade of the Casino
stood out lurid against the darkness;
the hotels shone with reflected bril-
lance, the palace of the Prince de
Monaco loomed high upon the penin-
sula. its elevations picked out with
lines Of soft fire.
The O'Rourke shook his head, con-
demning it all. "'Tis beautiful" he
said; faith. yes! it's all OF that. But
I'm thinking tbs too beautiful to be
good for oue--like some women I've
known in me time. 'Tis not good for
Terence~-that's sure; it's the
O'Rourke that's going stale and soft
with all this easy living. Me
that has more than many another to
live for and hope for and strive for!
|. And I'm lingering here in the
very lap of luxury stufing meself with
rare food, %befuddling meself with
rarer wines--me that has fought a
day and a night and a half u day atop
Of that on nothing and a glass of
muddy water!-risking me money as
if there was no end to 1t, throwing it
away in scandalous tips like any
drunken sailor! And all for the scant
satisfaction of behaving like a fool OF
an Irishman. . IT'S sickening-dis-
gushing: naught less. =. I'm
thinking this night ends 1t. though;
come the morning I'll be pulling up
stakes and striking out for a healthier,
simpler place. where there's some
thing afoot a man can take an inter-