The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1921-03-22


90 1921. by Mcclure Newspaper syndIcatei
Another story, child dear? Sure tits
oyerdrawn like the Ponzi fella's my
fund will be, with such u demand.
Well, then, come with me. OF an eve.
ming that | have In Iulnd, to u grand
concert hall In the city. A wonder
full prima donna, the idol Of her audi.
enceS IN two continents, has come up.
on the stage for her last number. As
she stands waiting for the applause to
die away, something that she reads
In the waves of upturned faces moves
her TO sudden impulse, and with q
tender little smile, instead Of the elias.
steal selection on the program, her
voice second only I'm sweetness TO the
angels fills the vast room with:
There's pretty spot in Ireland,
! always claim for my land"
In one of the boxes sat two of the
earth's prosperous, and like lightning
artist. the mans mind flashed picture
after picture ON his memory's screen.
In PARKWAY County Clare he saw
young, gossoon full to the brlm of the
sheer JOY Of living. The Scotch would
call him lad o parts, the English
topping chap, bue I'll declare to you
that he>wus just regular broth OF
boy. Every old granny In the village.
and clear down to every lass, thought
the sun had Its rising and setting In
his merry charm. but only Eileen Me.
Domgh had mortgage on his aztec.
lions. All, but she was the winsOme
colleen, and the likes OF her was not
to be found In days travel.
Then an uncle In America sent
money for his passage, with tales OF
success that set the lad wild to go.
Eileen must stay with her old folks.
but when lie had good start, then he
would send for her. and together they
would conquer this fine new country.
my heart goes back there daily,
TO the girl left behind me.
When we kissed and said guudby."
All, yes, at first twas so. Luck and
pluck were with him, and his foOthOld
grew frmer and stronger, and some.
how In the struggle, Eileen drifted
further into the background of his
thoughts. The old bodies went one
by one and the black sorrow of lone.
Illness was almost more than she could
abide, but never did her sweetheart
grow bitter or complaining in its
wearying for him. Faithful AMI true
she was to her troth with Terence
Z O'Neill.
I "Where dear old Shannon's flowing
Where the three-leaved Shamrock
grows,
Where my heart Is ! am going
To my little Irish Rose.
| And the moment that ! meet her,
With hug and kiss I'll greet her"
Conscience woke up entirely. aud q
shlllalah stroke was gentle compared
to the pain she gave him. For In
| these latest months Of his prosperity
he had decided that only high-bOrn.
! cultured American woman could rule
/ his home and help to find new fields
for his ncver.satisiied ambitions, and,
cold.bloodedly. without a thought of
| love, he had set about 10 win her This
very minute, 10y his side, sat the lady
| of his worldly choice, and he had felt
much elated that now she seemed not
4 a great deal ayerse to his gallant NJ.
| tentions. Sure. she never knew about
that common past, and almost had he
| forgotten Its connection with the arts.
tocratic banker who looked Mt him
from the mirror. Till tonight, that is
"Sure no letter I'll be. mailing,
/ For soon will 7 be sailing,
And I'll bless the ship that takes me
To my dear old Erin's shore"
The lady turned with dislalnful
curl OF the lip. Really" says she
zone might expect the best music here
! and not vulgar street songs" and Ter
, erce's heart turned over with thud
of gratitude that wisdom had come
not too late.
Very quiet was. he on the way home
and as he handed her from the limou
sine, declined her gracious invitation
with a mot tonight, thank you, as
have pressing business TO attend to I'M
medlately. Aud | probably viii no
1 see YOU uHhlu l'i FFNsAa' h'''''' -
leave on the Canoplc's next date OF
sailing"
Indeed" said the lady, in dis
pleased surprise. Surely this Is yer'
sudden"
"Iye not yet booked my passage,
says Terence. with an old'time lrlsl
grin. "but I think the fates won't fai
me this time" And neither did they
And now we come to a matches
evening In dear old KillalOe--a nigh
OF enchanted moonlight, when all tbs
fairies and little folk are casting thell
spells on everything. All alone at heI
window sits Eileen, with the melting
sweetness Of her harp suiting her voice
as she sings so sadly: 1T may b.
years, and It may be forever" An'
into the room strides Terence OF hej
thoughts.
"Not on your life :" says he in tn