The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-06-04
NORA FInnER1rs SIN
BY GEORGE MUNsoN.

ElalslslalslsisEssrslsls
Copyright. 1915. by w. G. Chapman.)
Paddy Sheehan looked at Tim Mur
ply with whitening scorn.
you want to marry my Kathleen?
roared the ex-alderman. who ar,
you? A penniless pup. IA"
To quote your own words, Mr.
Sheehan, were you not a pennilesi
canine yourself once?" inquired Tim.
81 was, sor. And proud Of Ut" an
swered the old man, relapsing into hi
native dialect. And made a million
for meself by honest labor. Wher
you've got started on the same wal
you can show your face here again
not till then. VIII you get out or will
l throw you out?"
In justice to Paddy it must be said he
secretly admired the young man and
did not bear him any malice on &C
count OF lis lack of means. He knew
that Tim had the makings Of a sue
cessful man, even though he was al
present struggling along as a clerk in
an insurance Office. The fact was, he
treasured his only child SO much that
he coul0 not bear the thought of los
ing her.
| This possibility so preyed upon his
mind that he resolved to put into exc.
cution a plan he had long projected.
Kathleen, girl" he said to his
daughter, you may as well put the
idea Of that young pup out Of your
head We're going to Ireland, which
haven't seen since was boy. Well
see the old home, and-and Nora Fin.
nerty Maybe she's married now, and
maybe SHE amt"
Kathleen knew all about her fathers
boyish sweetheart, whom he had prom
Used to marry when he sailed for
America years before. He had mar
ried another woman, but the memory
of his first love had always been
green with him
It Is probable that. in spite of her
| fathers injunctions, Kathleen did
contrive to see Tim before sailing.
Anyway. hardly had the ship passed
Sandy Hook than Mr. Sheehan, stroll
ing upon the deck, came face to face
with the young man.
What are you doing here. you
scoundrel?" he shouted.
Pardon me, Mr. Sheehan," replied
the young fellow blandly, but think
l am entitled to take passage aboard
this ship"
You're following me and Kathleen"
roared the exasperated father.
mo. sir am on my way home to
Ireland to visit my mother"
III ! see you speaking to Kathleen
In-Ill throw you into the engine
room.' warned Paddy, shaking his fist.
Despite the most careful observa.
ton on his part, it was clear that the
would:be son-in-law did not attempt to
speak to Kathleen during the voyage
He lost sight Of him at Queenstown,
but when he came upon him at Kerry,
standing, spick and span. with a sham
rock In his buttonhole, at the railroad
station his anger burst out against
him.
You're following me-" he shouted,
shaking his fist under the young mans
nose
mi Sheehan. Ill have you know
once for all that l have no intention
Of following you, responded Tim. Il
have come to Kerry to visit my old
mother"
III you cross my path again I'll eat
you!' shouted the ex-alderman.
AL; the way to Nora Finnerty's cot
tage he pointed out the old landmarks.
BY the time the little matched build
ing arrived in sight he was as en-
thusiastic as a boy He drew up the
car ieapeG down ana stared into the
wrinkleu face of the old woman knit
tlrg al the door Then he flung his
aims about her
TT NoIt Flnnerty by all that's
sacred h shouted Don't you know
me. Nora In Paddy Sheehan-Pad-
DIV that ueeo tC be your sweetheart in
the lcnf age
IKE OLE woma:' arose. beaming.
PADDY sn, cried. Back from
sticagt where 1t g great things I'm
nearing o, you all these years But
you must come in and have a bite,
Only 70" musn I kiss me, Paddy, be-
cause my husbands away and he
wouldn't like IL
"Ioui husband! echoed Paddy.
Michael O'Rourke. who's at the fair
To-Day leaving me the sweetest boy
bu. come in-here's my son Tim, Mr..
Sheehah
TIE ex-alderman looked speechless-
ly al Tim Murphy Then. whether or
acl the occasion overcame him, he
gras ped him by the hand And In
slahtly his daughters arms were
round his neck
Father, We love each other, she
pleaded Father you won't keep us
apart?'
III I'd have known began Shee
han, growing and then he clapped
the young fellow upon the back
Take her Tim ORourke. he said
Il give up. You've won her didn't
dream you were the son of-eh?-eh-
Is it O'Rourke or is 1t Murphy they're
after calling your"
Sure. he's me stepson, exclaimed
the old lady. He was my first hus-
bands son
You've been married twice them"
inquired Paddy
Three times. SAID the old lady.
And, she added wistfully, as the
car drove of. nalf an hour later, with
a happy couple upon one seat and
Joyous old man on the other, Il think