The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1916-12-15

Its a whole year since you wen,
away" Ethel Willoughby half wills.
pered to Redmond as he came neare,
her.
And it seems a hundred!!' he de.
clared.. Charlie Brown, catching his
reply to her. knew of a certainty that
he was Irish. But underneath the cap.
tain's fulsome remarks there often Law
a sincerity that was more deeply root
ed than a casual bystander might sup.
pose.
MI. Brown felt that he must really
tear himself away from that interest.
ing party.
"Good-by. Miss Willoughby!" he
said. "Good-by, captain! 1 hate t.
bust up a reunion like this, but I've
got to get back and write a piece for
the paper"
Still Mrs. Falconer would not let he,
sons friend escape quite yet.
mi. Brown she said, 'for some
reason l like you. I fancy it's because
you amuse me. Why don't you dine
with us? Perhaps if l ask Captain
Redmond, Ethel will come"
"Let's dine early" Guy said. Don't
bother to dress. Well 60 to the Savoy
grill and meanwhile I'll get tickets for
the Palace. There's an awfully clever
American girl there now"
"We'll pick you up here, Ethel" his
mother added-"say in half an hour.
We might be able to motor to Rich.
mond for dinner and still see the
show"
"Will you pick me up here, too?"
Captain Redmond asked.
"In half an hour" she agreed.
In the doorway Georgy Wagstaff
cast a roguish glance back at her
pretty governess.
Beware OF the military, Ethel-es-
p%ecially when he's 1rish"!' she warned
Ethel.
In another moment Miss Willoughby
and Captain Redmond We're alone, she
herself seated upon the wide settee.
But the captain, apparently, dared not
trust himself nearer her than the stool
upon which he perched just where ha
could not touch her. There had been
a time when he and Ethel We're undis-
guisedly fond Of each other. But now
he was scarcely sure Of her senti-
ments toward him.
$50. Larry, you've actually come
back at last" she said. -
II wonder If it a seem as long to
you as 1t does to me-" he unused.
II don't know-perhaps!"
do you mind when l saw you last?
Twas at a dance on the river
"At NARROWER" She had been far
from forgetting that pleasant memory.
Then you do remember" he cried
with delight. t"It was my first one
step" he told her.
You ruined my slippers" she re-
minded him, to tease him.
Did 1? Then it was punishment
that when l came up the second time
wild taxicabs wouldn't drag another
dance from youT"
mo, you We're too late" Ethel ex-
planned. She had no wish to be too
hard on him.
Too late! That's the tragedy Of the
Irish! We're always too somethin'--
too late or too early-too sentimental
or too cynical-too shy or too bold. We
laugh too much and we're too sad.
We're too much in love or not at all.
We're way up or we're way down."
I'm fact, you're Irish,'' she interpo.
lated softly.
"You sound as IL you liked Vs.
Irish" ha raioinad-
She gave him an cnigmatic look.
II love you-Irish." she replied.
TITS a lucky race we are." he told
der. with great enthusiasm.
but tell me-what have you been
doing" Ethel asked.
Since l spoiled your slippers?" Cap.
tain Redmond laughed. He seemed
never to remain long in n serious mood.
"Oh, my dear, I've been a long wav
IRON Tipperary-the States, India, Der.
lin, Paris, South America. And ahI
my dear, how !onely I've been"
You lonely!" She could not believe
that the mercurial Irishman could ever