The Lamar register., 1912-01-17

Dor, fleet of pleasure craft. riding
at anchor on the still, dark tide, was
revealed in many faint. wraith-like
shapes of gray. all studded with yell
low stars. Ashore, endless festoons of
colored 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 doomed high upon the PENN
sula, its elevations picked out with
lines of soft fire.
The O'Rourke shook his head, con-
demning 1t all. "'Tis beautiful" he
said; faith, yes! It's all of that. But
I'm thinking tbs too beautiful to be
good for one-like some women I've
known In me time. 'Tis not good for
Terence-that's sure; tbs 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 stuffing meself with
rare food. befuddling meself with
rarer wines-me that has fought
day and q night and half day atop
IF that on nothing and glass of
muddy water,-risking me money as
II there was no end to it, throwing it
away in scandalous tips like any
drunken sailor, And all for the scant
satisfaction of behaving like fool of
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 healthier.
simpler place. where there's some
thing afoot a man can take an inter
est in without losing his self-respect.
. I'll do Just that, I Will"
This he meant. firmly. and was glad
of II, with heart UNNECESSARILY light
ened by the strength OF his good res
olution. Ho began to hum the old
tune that the unknown woman's voice
had set buzzing in his brain, and
broke on to snap his fingers defiant
ly at the Casino. That for vel" he
nouted it-"sitting there with your
painted smile and your cold eyes. like
the brazen huzzy ye are-Goddess of
Chance. misunderstanding ye have
but to bide your time for all men to
come and render up their souls to We,
Here's once ye lose. madam; after this
night I'm done with ye: not q sou of
mine will ever again cross your I'd
bles. I'll have ye to understand the
O'Rourke's q reformed character from
the nc rning on"
IanuhAl .Nfttx, hI.h Sa,thor
with his conceit: and. thinking cheer
fully of the days OF movement and
change that we're to pillow. the song
In his heart shaped itself in words
upon his lips.
I'm Paddy whacks
From Bailyhack.
Not long ego turned soidier-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 Misunderstanding wonderful. 1t
was just the way he trolled out the
rollicking stanza that rendered It in
fectious, 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 routs
Wid . shout.
How they pout,
Wild a ready rixht-about
Goes the bould soldler-boy!"
O'Rourke caught his breath. star
tied, stunned. TT can't be" he
whispered. For II at first her voice.
subdued In distance. had stirred his
memory with q touch as vague and
thrilling as the caress of 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 30 true
spirit. SO rare q 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:
20. tits thin the ladies fair
In despair
th.N. 1T