The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1912-02-01

He laughed softly. In high feather
with his conceit; and, thinking cheer.
fully of the days of movement and
change 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 or sack,
None than / will prove bolder-O!"
His voice was by way OF being a
tenor OF tolerable quality and volume,
but Notwithstanding wonderful. II
was Just the way he trolled out the
rollicking stanza that rendered II In.
fictitious, irresistible For as he
paused the voice OF the woman that
had reminded him OF the song capped
the verse neatly.
"An' whin we get the route
Wild a shout,
How they pout!
Wild ready rlRht-about
Goes the bould soldier boy"'
ORourke caught his breath, star
tied, stunned. ut cant be" he
whispered. For II at first her voice,
subdued in distance, had stirred his
memory with n touch as vague and
thrilling as the caress OF womans
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 Il 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, ORourke leaned forth from the
window and carried It on:
30, It's thin the ladies fair
In despair
Tear their hair
But-'Ts diyvle bit I care.
Cries the bould soldier-boy"
There fell a pause. He listened
/ with his heart in his mouth, nut 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
y balcony with a floor OF wood and
! rail OF iron.hligree-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 allght; 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. lie hesltated.
III that weren't her room, I'd hear
somebody moving about" he reasoned
TITS frightened she is-not suspect
In tbs me. But how do | 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
fervor with confidence and with hope
singing persuasiyely, pleadingly, anx
iously, insistently.
For the world Is all befo-ore us"
he sang and then paused. He heard
10 echo. And again he essayed, with
that in his tone TO melt heart OF
ice:
For the world IL all befo-ore US"
And now he triumphed and was
lifted out OF himself WIN sheer de,
light; for from the adjoining room
came the next line:
"And landladles ado-ore us"
Unable to contain himself he
chimed in, and in duet they sang II
out to the rousing finale:
They meier raytuse 20 sco-ore US.
But chalk us up wild Toy
We taste her tap. we tear her cap
20, that's the chap
For me- cries She
'Whirool
Isn't he the darllnt. the bould soldier>
| boyv"
As the last note rang out and died
the next window was darkened; the
woman had switched on the lights