The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-03-14
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Story Of ST. Patrlck's Day
BY cLARIssA RAckiE

.- Larry, vii, meyer; be coming hoIne.".
sighed Dennis Flanagan as lie looked
out iRto the March twilight ITS i've.
years sInue he went away to seek his.
fortune. Molly. and do you never won,
der what he's foundT"
Molly DeIdney looked at her uncle,
through tiiished tears.
II amsiilways wondering that. Uncle
Deiuiis.r she answered. ~
Light the latiuI. Molly. ana read his
latest 1etterl" requested Dennis.
When the lamp WIS lighted it dis
closed II comfortabIe sitting room.
clean and c6zy and warm. 1t showed
Dennis in his big rocking chair. his
helpless 1fheumatic, feet propped on q
stool. Lovely Molly Delaney. with her.
misty black hair nnd her Irish blue
eyes. sat down Mt the table and open
ed the worn. envelope that contained
larry Flnpagan's letter and read:
Dear Father-Although it's I'VE years
since l left you with high hopes I'm my
heart that my returning would be soon 1
feac- that must wait a little longer be-
fore seeing your dear face agalii and feelr
Ing the hearty clasp OF your hand. Gold
is an alluring- Jade. She has led me d
pretty chase In. This bleak. cold country,
and now she is only just In sight. Please
God. when fiR.st Il write Sit Will be- to- tell
you. that have struck II rich. that am
coming home home TO; buy q grand house for
together. ReIneulber,that promised MOI
ly that when ! c.ifTie home I'd bring her n
bpncliS OF emerald shamrockss sthe real:
Jewels, aDdsnow they are Just within my;
reach.tA hoy from Fazenville is due, here.
H., Ia
20 hear direct news from sou both with.
love from your dutifui son. LARRY. q
Molly lifted her eyes and Iunked
ilcrqss the able. at Dennis FInnagnn
Uncle Dennis. I'm afraid tfiat larry:
Will never come home" she wliishefeti.
The old inaii aifted1a treinuiO,is. hand.
Hush. child; Eve a feeling that
:LarrS Will come back to Hs. hid
"a cream .:iRsb iIgill. i thought there
came n knocking Mt the door and
opened 1t to see our Larry. Instead
OF wearing fine clothes and n silk hat
poor Larry, was. in rags And Instead
or pinning bunch OF emerald siam.
rocks on your bosom. where they'd be
ont VI Tlice ON that fIimsy cotton
gown, my dear, onr poor Larry car
sried q fittIe pot 6f the living green
plant f;pR old ireland. And then i
Eswoke@iip.s sa : s
sMoliy was sohblns softly So, I.
don't ecnre how. poor lie sis. Uncle
Ei1ennis, if he VIII only come home to-
rs sssts s9sss e no z I - :
q TO TO more 90 4. caildie, whimpered
pennls: 81, ;l. ,.i IS. !, {. .,.,s Is,
i(on sosiii9 " stt lteses Dennis. cotI.
toflea ttls girl, slipping TO her Knees
beside htil Larry Will soon COME
nome. if this last quest for gold
should prove useless. Il can see him
Itnrnipgl about anl coming back to us.
/, Between the lines OF his letter cofid
.fead that he syas hungeiinE faS the
ones he bad left behind.
God bless you. daughter smiled
pennts more ciieerfniiy.
! 80
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But. thank lesira iii. tie I,illrodif stoSts
wiiiEkeep him cpmfdrtiilile. Dut;,. -