Evening star., 1921-08-21

your appreciation" He picked up
the mop and handed it to her.
"Ye're Irish. God bless vel" said
Mrs. Casey. accepting the weapon.
MY name is Brian Boru Blaney.'
said he. The greenest blood Of Ire
mother was q Casey and won't go
home till I've had talk with you" :
Come In" cried Mrs. Casey, OPEN
ing wide the door. The room he en-
tered was broad, neat redwood
cake of soap was pinned to beam
beside the window. An insurance
lithograph showing an tmpossibly ideal
ICED infant picking daisies occupied q
place of honor over the stove.
Have a cooky" Mrs. Casey prof
fered a wooden bowl filled with crisp.
golden disks. replicas of batch now
| toasting in the oven.
Yum! Grandma's ginger snaps!
o you childhood" Brian seized six,
and smacked ecstatically.
ITS mannys tn day since I've
mourned Mrs. Casey. sitting ponder
i ously in a kitchen chair and cover
ing her red hands with her apron
| Lonesome I am-the prosecuted ~
spalpeens. wild niver chick nor child
| ering skyscrapers on either side.
Here l set in me withered home
| between thin divil's crags like a sick
clam in the Giants Causeway. Wirra
She began to weep loudly into her
eheckered calico apron Brian rose
and laid sympathetic hand on her
shapeless shoulder.
Honest. it's too bad" he said.
But you're playtn' an awful long
shot. Mrs. Casey million to one
to you tomorrow II you move. why
don't you beat it for pastures new?''
''Me?" Mrs. Casey bounced to her feet,
a mountain Of indignant fire. "Niver
win move-not TIL their feet rot away
siss m dlth9 tant s sesndesssn sa Hss an
swade, tn half o me ,profit?"
who's the Scandinavian Swede7'
asked Brian. leaping to the crucial Ques-
n..s.s Xs.s though in bad
that token. I'll tell ye what no man
knows. Seventeen years ago was mar
ried be tn priest to wan Martin Casey,
and come to live In this house. Martin
was q good man except whin dhrunk.
we lived without child. whtn wan day
Martin, who was drivin' a sprinklin' cart
more shame to tn wather!-fell from
tn seat an expired in his alcohol"
Mrs. Casey gazed at the pretty child
in the advertising placard. Tears again
what sign had done, that tn
blissed Virgin sint no child to me
bosom?" she cried.
.,:ln. I'm thin y, a days this house stood in tn
tn lot live on. wild tn little shack out
back. now used as a hincoop. Wan day
along comes fella name av Oscar Han
sen, white-faced divil av q handsome
Swade, thin worrukin' as motorman ON
me hins now roost sold him tor til
price of wan hundred dollars-great
wealth to me in thin days. Th' deed fer
tn whole lot was still in me name, but
we made conthract be tn lawyer that
yas to said sarf n RTGt vhas hsf da ia
divil Oscar do but come a-courtin' av
me, wild his china-blue eyes an white
heart, Crazy fool that was for lovin'
him-they're wonderful ladies' min.
married be tn priest. Beware o thin
milk faced blonds. me lad!" said Mrs.
Casey, wiping her eyes.
IAN that's milk IL not pure" sug-
gested Brian.
NNEE an Oscar was to wed on q
AVA Thursdah, Hinry Eagan av tn
Gripman's Union to stand for tn groom.
It was Wednesdah marnin' whin along
comes Hinry Eagan wild q, face longer
n me fathers chimney. Mrs, Casey
he says. says he, prepare for tn
wo-r-r-r-st.' ! am that says !, TIN
rreparin' to git married Nav. ye amt
says Eagam Explain yersiif,' I says,
says !. At which wor-r.ruds Hinry
Eagan stands twistin' tn rusty brass
buttons av his coat. Mrs, Casey says
he, II it's tn truth ye must know,
Oscar Hansen ran of last night wid q
g1lt-roofed biscuit shooter from sth'
Trolley's End Restaurant; an they was
married be tn Justice hurled the He
in his face, an followed It wild q pah q
hot mush. But 1t was the Gods truth
he told me-"
blonde3" asked Brian. s,1s
''Where he wint God kn0Ws, ana -
long hen shtay u dtvn cares sS