The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1913-02-15

, NTH kisses. to hold her 50 tightly that
she would cry for release. All, the
ungoverned feelings of the past few
years surged over him and threatened
to carry both forever out Of sight.of
land and decency. But, blindly, not
knowing what he did, he turned from
her and picked up a stick to hurls at
the COW. She had turned to him In
her feas, and with the honor Of his
clerical father. he controlled himself.
Billy laughed and Strengthened up.
az the COW, grieved and surprised.
backed OF In the dark. I'm not afraid
Of cows. Willie." said she. Don't you
know It? She Just came 20 suddenly
was startled" i
eyes," agreed the Watermelon
duly. $50 was I. Why did you call
me Willie7"
Short for William. and William 10
your name. goose. Don't you remem.
Der your own name?" crooned Billy,
leaning toward him in the dark.
Yes, surely" said the Watermelon.
but l hate my name. Call me Jerry.
That's what the boys call me-"
He did not add that his name was
Jeroboam Martin. He being the sew.
enth young Martin to arrive, his dis.
tracted parents had turned to the
Bible for help in names as well an
in the more vital necessities.
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ingly.
YES" said Jeroboam gravely. and
added abruptly. Lets go back"
They turned and retraced theil
steps. Billy all athrill with she knew
not what, singing q foolish little song
beneath her breath, the Watermelon
staring angrily before him. denying
holly to himself what would not be
denied. that he loved Billy. He loved
her. not as he had loved other women
not as a careless. lazy tramp. taking
what offered, good, bad or worse, with
airy Indifference, but as the son Of
his poor, virtuous mother and Of HE
gentle, reverend father would love and
cherish the one woman.
But who was he to love like that
The past few years had branded him
as thing apart from Billy. A com
panion of Mike and James, who was
he to talk Of love to Billy? God!
Henrietta and Bartlett strolled ur
as they approached the cars, where
they found the general pacing up and
down the road, filled with righteous
Indignation and anger.
IT seemed Alphonse lad long ago TAX
en- his rug and pillow and retired tc
the edge Of the woods and sMmber
Left alone the general had lighted a
cigar and was walking slowly back
and forth In front of the cars, waiting
for the others to return. when bug.
gy, with two men in 1t, passed. the
horse shying bit and the general of
fering his assistance and advice. To
his surprise they had not gone by
more than three yards, when they
stopped, tied the horse and came back
on foot.
First" said the general, as the
four gathered around him in the light
Of the car lamps. first thought they
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car had gone out and they did not see
1t, thought that there was only one
car. SO there would not be many to
defend It,; besides, l was the only
one they had seen, and doubtless they
surmised was alone and they could
have held me up easily"
Father" cried Henrietta, what did
you do?"
Before 1 could do anything they
asked me the make of my car. told
them. They said 1t didn't look like
Packard, and saw that they were
looking at Willis car and hadn't seen
mine, back near the wall and with the
lights out. pointed to 1t and said
that was my car. They seemed sur.
prised to see two cars. l told them
my name, gave them my card. and
told them l was motoring to Maine
with a party of friends and asked
them what they were going to do
about It,"
what did they say?" asked Bart.
lett, while the Watermelon slowly
! rolled cigarette.
VIZ sA0y opOAV6AAGAs 1uuASI0U IuS
general. "But what I want to know,
and what don't like at all, il why
everyone is so curious to know the
make of my car. the engine number
and the license number. What bust.
ness is it of theirs?"
The two girls slept in one car, Bart
lett and the general in the other. The
Watermelon lay on the grass on Billy's
side of the car and sought to reason
the thing out, to plan what Do do.
Alone in the dark, he did not sleep,
but stared before him. ears attuned
10 the many sounds Of the summer
night.
In every whir Of insects wings, In
every whispering breeze that passed,
he heard Billy's soft, sweet voice. He
stared up at the stars and likened
them to Billy's eyes, twinkling points
Of light as far above him as Billy WAS.
for Billy was Billy. and he was
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