The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1912-07-06
THE NINETY AND NINE.

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across the room at Jack Carlton.
We'll done, old boy. You are play
ing in luck today, but no more bill
lizards for me. That last game has
satisfied me for the time being. I'll
wait and rub the Billikin's toes. By
Jove! Listen! Who is that warbling
at this early hour?"
Miss Lorraine, is it not?"
so it is. And please note the
burden of her song"
Jack Carlton stopped drumming on
the table with his cue, and these
words floated in to them, an a girls
clear, sweet soprano:
And SO you have come back to me,
Since time at last has set you free,
And say the old love fingers yet"
can old time one, by George, and
sentimental as you make them. 1t
beats me why jolly good fellow like
Cara, absolutely without sentiment,
and totally devoid of even a. germ of
a heart, should go about singing such
songs. 1t is wholly incongruous.
Now hear that"
"Oh! no, you must not take my hand,
God never gives us back our youth;
The love and truth you questioned
then,
Were yours, kind friend, in perfect
truth;
You left me and my heart is dead"
THAT sounds like Cara now,
doesn't, it? Why, she would send
that old goose flying higher than a
kite. She's genuine through and
through, and the best comrade fell
low ever had-always in for every
thing; always ready for a good time;
always Johnny-on-the-spot. 1t seems
so strange to hear her sing a fool
thing like that. I say, Jack, try to
imagine man having the nerve to
approach Cara under such circum-
stances"
Excuse me-" begged Carlton. IT
can not stretch my imagination that
far. I have been been trying for a
whole year to screw up courage to
ask her to give me even a fighting
chance, but she makes a fellow feel
like fool when he tries TOTO all
tell her things, you know
Ralph Somers laughed merrily: "Ah!
yes, I know. Take my word for it,
old man, no one will ever tell her
things, except the man she intends
to marry-if that man ever appears"
He walked over to the door and flung
it open.
Il say, Cara, come and serenade
us, only make it something less heart
rending than your last selection"
A merry laugh rang across the hall,
and soon a tall, we'll built girl, with
a mass of dark brown hair, and dane
ing gray eyes, appeared in the room,
guitar in hand.
Good morning, gentlemen: You
are up early after last nights festi-
vities. I tried to coax Elizabeth out,
but she is good for two hours yet.
thought I had the lower floor to my
self, else would not have warbled so
recklessly. Sorry you did not like my
selection. Pray, choose for yourself. %
She swung herself up On the corner
of the table, and began stunning on
the guitar.
Sing Kathleen Mavourneen.'
feel like the Gray Dawn is breaking,
even if it has been several hours since
it broke" drawled Jack Carlton.
mo, sing Aud Lang Syne.' Some
how it suits you BETTER" said Ralph
'T am tired of hearing you MARBLE
ditties foreign to your nature"
The tinkle faded from the merry
gray eyes, and she looked at him
wistfully a few moments, then con
tinued her stunning on the guitar
What was all that racket about
daybreak this morning? Somebody
arrive?'
Eyes, Cyril Lotion came, much tC
my surprise and delight. have beer
begging him for six months to rur
down here, but he seemed to have &
prejudice against the place. I CAM
imagine what made him change his
mind"
At the mention of Cyril Lotions
name the white fingers dallying will
the guitar strings suddenly struck
discord, and Cara Lorraine's lips los
their merry curve, while her eye'
grew black with shadows, but no on
noted the change.
'I guess he is tired of playing tn
recluse How long has his wife beef
dead?"
about two and half years, be
lieve. However, that counts for moth
ing. He was not in the least in low
with her"
Then why did he marry?" Thu
question came from Cara in curl
ously quiet tone.
ASK me something easy" replie'
Jack Carlton, with a shrug. "Cyri
is queer one. I always suspected
J that there was another woman some