The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-03-17

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lions NE never settled, somebody
ellie always puts in an oar. IA
And this was the way Of her oar.
she was driving by the car barns,
siien Ia q vacant spot she saw q
most tinusual sight even for Chi
rago A gang OF young toughs were
brutality annoying an old woman.
Without thought OF consequence to1
aerselt she stopped her car, sprang
out gfapbbed boy who was tear.
lng d Ereh ribbon from the old
womah,s coat by the collar, shals.
ing him TIL his teeth chattered.
eGoiget into my car, quicki' she
commanded her. Then she fecog-
nized one Of tho gang as o son Of
her iaundress For shame, Mick:
81 Briant! Don't you ever dare toI
call yourself Irish agalni"
sThey broke my glasses said
Inc frightened woman helplessty,
ard I can't set along without
lem
Mickey to set himself right with
lhe households patron; saint-hfs
mother was for years IA maid In
satticis,.s family seized his oppor.
t'ihity. Lenme take Ter, Miss Pa
tsinia, I'll be straight wiy 'er."
Patricia nodded, Her eyes blazing
wrath, were holding the two. bull
Hes, who evidently had staged the
Hsht between the orangetnen and
he wearers OF the green.
Mickey carefully led the woman
To- patricia's car, then stole humbly
back to get his share OF the lectures:
4 could turn you all over to the
judges but I'll not II you will give
me your. Words to meet me IN al
week and tell me some good thing
you've done to take the curse OF
tliis, Call yourselves Irish, and
niahhandle a helpless old womant
Mickegs, what devil possessed you?''
Patricia knew her audience. She
talked 80 they'd understand. Laying
her hand on his shoulder she turned
MS freckled, penitent face toward
licf while he explained that the
gang was gonna find out who was
boss, the Greens or the 0rangemen,
Tie old lady saw a Green getting
the worst Of It, she interfered and
the Qrangemen tackled her. They
never stopped 10 notice she was al
lady 81 pat-I moan Miss Pa,
trieiasn
shesceuld have, laughed at the re-
eitaL but knew Il would never do,
20 she said grayely: "You know
what atone -pay up-means7 In a
week you'll meet me at Mlckey's
house and tell me how you've
atoned for this. It's a disgrace
yculye put on the Irish. You've
shsmed us-your women-all."
Then she left them. She knew
Mickey.
She told his version to the wom-
an as they drove to her home. II
got the portion OF the peacemalS.
err laughed Mrs. Bryan. ''but II
didn't tnde rstand. Iwore the green
;tsibbon as a compliment to my
ighbor:: we're from Ulster. II
Thought &c twas a fight and Isdidh't
want the under lad killed"
Patricia patted her hand. THE,
young villiansl 1t was fortunate
that I was down there to see about
help The mother Of one OF those
gnmins was our maid for years"
That's why ! was there. Some
one told me / might find help, but
my son warned me not to so till
he could 80 along"
They drove up to her home and
Patricia was helping her up the
steps! when the door opened and a
Young man hurried to meet them.
Mother! he exclaimed, tenderly
j grasplng her shoulders, ARE you
huft9
Gust a BIT shaken, Terry lad. I'll
goin and put me to rights and you
thank the young'lady. couldn't see
10 do It properly, I'm that crippled
without my glasses. They called
her Saint Pat and l reckon she
s,was there an ACCIDENT" he ask.
az soiicitously.
No. 4. Just rescued her from al
hrawl,1 replied Patricia, land not In
d sanity manner, either"
sYou,re still English, take it."
binrted Terry, a flush sweeping his
face.
eTake 1t or leave It." returned she
Itartiy, "but you ought 10 know the
O'connors were French" and she
turned to go.
ftPlease,S he commanded, chat
was apiece OF bad manners in me
when you've been SO kind to my
mother"
Never mind, didn't know she
was your mother" Patricia assured
him mocltingly.
Terry Byrne advanced masterful.
1, and took her arm. saying. "You
shall not get away from me till II
have explained why I did not dance
nj your Red Cross ball. Shall we
return to my house or may I go
with your;
For the life Of her Patricia could
not say neither as her pride die.
tatcd. for when she stole a glance
az the young Irish demi.god beside
hes, with his wayy rblue-black. hair.
his bite eyes with their long black
lsshe eyes set rather wide apart
In 4 strong fair face-wh!te ano
clean as a girl's--her blood tingled
and her tongue refused her.
YOU might have danced. WIS
never refused before in a Iady's
eholcesn She felt 1t was childish
4 itiing to say.
& knew 1t, forgive me-" pleaded
$'ssTfy, sbut / had you wrong, and Il
was bitter that night over Irish
nows.
1 might have known" said
Pitsricia contritely. What a dear
sentimental lot Of Silly fools we
Irish aTei