Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-04-02
THE DAILY STORY
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Lily of the Field

lands of blossoms to trim her gown as
never 5th avenue belle imported from
Paris
Precious little did Tim Mccarthy see
of his sweetheart for the next few days.
for Norah had much TO do. and she put
him off on the plea that he had a great
surprise coming for the night of the ball.
And surprised lie was When he called
at the FOgarty Hat on Easter Monday
night, honest Tim could hardly believe
his own eyes, Never outside of picture
books had he seen such vision in pink
as Norah, her eyes shining like twin
stars, her soft, brown hair waved above
her ivory-white brow and crowned with
a dainty wreath of carnations just burst
ing into bloom.
STAND your distance. Tim" said Norah
with nervous little laugh. Sure,
mother and me have worked the week
like twin slaves an you mustn't muNs
it now"
I'm glad I brought a carriage" said
Tim, his eyes glowing proudly, "for no
fairy like me Norah should be walking
to Powers hall. Sure, It wouldn't sur-
prise me at all If Mr.. Haggan, president
of the association asked you TO lead the
grand march with him.
Don't be teasing me, Tim" said Moran,
but it was to her mother that she turned
to have the fieecy fascinator and the
old-fashoned paisley shawl wrapped
about her
But Tim proved to be a good prophet,
for the president of the association had a
keen eye for Irish beauty, and il was
Norah's pretty face he saw long before
he noticed the dress with its garlands of
flowers.
Sure, you we're the belle of the ball,
Norah, an I'm that proud of you. 1 cant
tell il. | asked Haggan to be the best
man, NOrah, an he accepted on the spot.
&c
your card looks like the pencils had been
dancin' Jig on 1t, with livery dance di-
vided into parts. There wasn't a girl i'm
the room could touch you, Norah, and you
made me think of thin verses from the
Bible about the lilies Of the field giyn'
pointers to Solomon himself"
Nurah did not answer Something very
like sob followed his words, and then
Norah's head dropped wearily. She was
crying softly.
"Norah. me girl. what's wrong with
youY' asked Tim, anXiously Maybe
you've daBced too much?"
NO, no" sObbed Norah. but I'm
ashamed 10 look YOU in the face, Tim.
I've deceived you, YOU being a man and
knowing nothing about clothes Me dress
was made Of paper-and the girls have
been making fun OF me, as you thought
was the belle Of the ball"
Tim reached for her hot, trembling
hanos, and smiled in the darkness of
the cab.
sure I knsw IL from the start. Norah.
You nlver decaYed me a bit. Twas Mary
oHearn that let me know at once whin
you walked 9ff with Hagen. Sure she
was that Jealous, she couldn't hold In the
information. An listen. me girl ia
rather you'd wear paper that's paid for.
than satin that amt, on hired clothes that
there's no tellin' who's wore before you.
Il tells me pain that you won't be run
min Up bills for me 10 pay when we're
married; an now being as the dress won't
iYer be worn again, there's no harm
done"
And suiting the action 10 the word.
Tim sathefed into his arms the dropping
figure, broeaded paper tissue garlands
and All and the erumpled lly Wept : fsu
hapF4 tears.
Copyright 1913