The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1922-07-06

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didn't want the mdeF lad killed.
Patricia patted her hand. 'sThe
young villains II was fortunate that
I Was down there to . about help.
The mother Of ii De those garnins
wal our maid for years
That's why / was there. Some one
told me I might find help, but my son
warned me not to 90 I'LL he could 30
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"
no exclaimed, tenderly grasping her
shoulders, ARE you hurt7s
"Just a bit shaken, Terry lad. I'll
go In and put me to rights and you
thank the young lady. / couldn't see
to do It properly I'm that crippled
without my glasses. They called her
Saint Pat, and ! reckon she Is"
&"Was there an accidentT' he asked
solicitously. Z
mo, I just rescued her from a
brawl," replied Patricia, 'and not In q
sanity manner, either
You're still English, I take" ,blurt-
ed Terry, a flush sweeping his face.
tartly, but you ought to know the
o'Connors We're French" and she
turned to go.
please" he commanded, that was
q piece Of bad manners in me when
been so kind to my mother"
"Never mind, / didn't know she was
your mother" Patricia assured him
Terry Byrne advanced masterfully
and took her arm, saying, "You shall
not get away from me till I have ok
planned why I did not dance at your
Red Gross ball. Shall we return to
my house or may I go with you?" \
For the life OF her Patricia could
not say neither" as her pride die
tated, for when she stole a glance at
the young Irish demigod beside her,
with his wayy blue-black hair, his
blue eyes with their long black lashes,
eyes set rather wide apart in a strong
fair face-white and clean as a girls
blood tingled and her tongue re-
fused her.
"You might have danced. I was
never refused before In a 'Lady's
She felt It was a childish
thing to say.
II knew 1t. Forgive me-" pleaded
"but I had you wrong, and I
was bitter that night over Irish news
"Ah, I might have known" said
Patricia contritely. "What a dear SEN
timental lot Of silly fools we Irish
are /" II !
Yourself has said til I'd not be-
Lieve 1t from anyone else" he returned
tenderly, and his blue eyes held her
brown ones and his lips twisted into
an adoring smile. Patricia felt the
blush burning her cheeks and hastily
looked away. He handed her into the
car and mechanically took the wheel.
Patricia smiled when he realized what
he had done.
He gravely laid his hand over hers.
TITS the way-our way hereafter, and
when I've heard all about the little
mothers fright I've something to saw
to you"
Patricia timed her narration and her
thereon to the time of
their arrival at her own home. She
was not going to be proposed to In a
car, not even chumrny roadster. But
when, in her parlor, he said to her:
"Now I've made up my mind to this.
The Byrne household may have
troubles of its own, but they're going
to be American troubles, domestic, not
international nor altogether Irish"
How about home ruler leased Pa
tricia as she sought to elude an out
stretched arm.
"Yes," he murmured as he gathered
her. to him, eff you'll agree to be the
Saint Pat Of that home, you shall rule
it,"
And thus it was that on the cele-
brated 18th Of March, Patricia, other
wise Saint Pat, really came into her
own.