Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1926-08-13

IRISH
LUCK
BY MARY B. WOoDsoN
(6. 1875. Western Newspaper Unioh,)

waves that riot. There are
April days-and MORA OMoore
And MORA O'Moore is a wild
Irish lass with the devil to pay, II you
know what mean.
And MORA O'Moore just had the
blues And If you've never known
Irish blues, you'll not understand.
But think OF devastation. utter aban-
donment to storm, the most awful
thing In the world, and you can get
some lnkllng Of what it is like. Or
think OF the other side of their laugh
teri
mot for ten whole days have 1
heard from my mother" wound up
MORA oMopre. They always tell you
why when the storm is all over. mot
for ten whole days And know that
she's sick. know that she's dead
know things have happened know
Il Let's go for drive"
Now, Moira o'Moores, with their
blues, with their dovncest, lovely
faces, With their breaking hearts
they have to be humored, whether or
no. And SO went driving with MORA
o'Moore. I should have known bet
ter--and maybe did.
At least knew trouble vas coming.
knew 1t the minute a dtmple broke
through. 1 knew then that abandon
unent and recklessness and trouble and
fun we're at hand
Let's get pinched," said Mora
o'Moore, quite suddenly out of the
clouds, as knew she would.
"Get-pipcbed," gasped out
YES. Get arrested FOR Something
or other"
Behave, Mora O'Moore," cried
sternly, in greet trepidation.
"0h, wouldn't 1t be fun" said MORA
OMoore, as If she were deaf.
Wouldn't 1t, thought Let's park on
the wrong side; let's sass the traffic
cop; let's exceed the speed limit
oh, do let's. Let's bump lpto some
body or something. Let's do get ar
rested. Shall wef'
Gone we're the tears Of MORA
O'Moore. Her eyes sparkled. Her
purse was out.
"See, there's enough money" she
beamed, ito pay any fine. And I'm
so sick of worry and grief and tears.
Let's forget. Do let's get plnched-
or something jolly"
And because the grief Of Mora
O'Moore was so deep and dismal, be-
cause l wanted her to keep on smil-
ing, that's how It startedl
And such an afternoon as 1t was,
to be sure-and such deep and bitter
dlsappointments.
For, though Mora O'Moore sat at
her wheel and hunted into other cars
and turned corners on one wheel, and
passed other cars on the wrong side,
and parked where 1t said plainly we
shouldn't though she didn't know Il
boulevard or Its rights existed; though
she hurtled down One-way drives and
all but clipped on heels and toes Of
ascending and descending street-car
passengers, and invaded safety zones
and ignored the rights of others, and
was called down and deliberately did
II again, nothing at all happened
1t Is true we we're menaced, and
true that we met, that day, about all
the traffic policemen on the force
And It Is true they were all stern and
fre-eating when they came to us
while MORA O'Moore sat still and
breathless minute each time In for
lorn hope! But they didn't arrest us
Instead they saw her And no matter
how saucy and defiant she was, that
one look was enough They all curled
up at her daring. They all struggled
and grlnned finally and thought MORA
O'MoOre was perfectly wonderful
And no matter what she did they sim
ply wouldn't arrest MORA O'Moore.
SO finally, late on toward evening"
though she was swearing to run over
somebody and kill them, TO get her
own way, ! knew that MORA O'MOore
was whipped. knew she knew It.
The fire died down The light went
out hOpelessly.
Gently, | persuaded her toward Ice
cream In drug store. And dread
| fully meek and chastoned, she accept
ed the tame finale to what was meant
for d glorious adventure, without a
word. with great care she meekly
parked her car precisely where 1t
should have been parked and left II
according to Hoyle But she was al
most weeping again into her ice cream
soda.
Just darned Irish luck" she
glOomed out mOrOsely. "No fun at
all After all of our trouble no fun
Mt ALL"
And when she was finished her mind
was right back on her mother again
She was recounting dlsmally all the
tragedies that might and probably had
happened. Finally, she called up her
apartment to ask about mail.
"And II there Isn't any there now"
she said grimly, determlnedy-
| I shivered-"lf there isn't"
But Moire O'Moore ran back from
the phone between laughter and tears
neither one sad
"Here," she cried quickly. "COme
on! DO you know what's happenedT
| My mothers at home There-wait
ing. She came to surprise me come
quick. Oh, come qulckl Just to
think Of it--think--"
And into her car flew MORA O'Mooro
no longer the madcap seeking ar
rest, but dutlful, charming daughter.
| bowling hastily home to be with her
mother. And how she chartered and
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