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Show SHAMROCK OF SKETCHES Three Bits of Pathos in St. Patrick's Day i Reflections ) Ho neu'aed not tho sprig of green that greeted the woild with hlltho de- ) fiance nor tho hlackthoin stick that ho brandished so bravely to proclaim li I tn us ono of tho inco of "Kelly and Uurko and Shea." TIiuiis was ubout . , him tho munuer of tho nutlon where I "V every man In u chieftain If ho Isn't I a king. J Tho Italian with tho hand organ j xv. etopped at tho corner across from tho j ono whero tho old man waited for tho I car. In defoteuco to tho day ho started ) his performance with tho thrilling j - rendition of "My Irish Molly, O." Tho i ISS3- & old man did not recognize tho popular song, hut ho knew tho lilt of the tune wus ono that never camo out of Oor- ) many. Ho began to follow It with us fH. vigorous a whistle iib his unfamllhiri ty with It would allow hint llefote tho end of tho trills ho crossed tho street and stood by tho organ ' "Don't ou know n rale, truo Irltdi chuno?" ho demanded; "one that will ' warm tho cockles of mo heart?" ITho organ-grinder nodded "Sure.' ho smiled. And, Hist with n wheeze and then with an upeiatlc run, hu Ktaited tho tune that brought tho hat J from tho hend of the old man. "I'lay It ugaln," ho commanded ! when tho alt was ilnue. And again I nnd still again did the Itnllau play It while the old man stood uuroveieil I "J always take off me hat to 'The - - Wearln' o' tho (iieon,'" he said. I "Old man (illllgnn gave me n bit o' real shamrock this mornln' Hint his f daughter had sent him Irom Tipper ary." Tho old man took out a wuile I and caressingly touched tho bit in green that was folded within "i'lay It again," ho ordered when tho grind er stopped. And In the last ehuii ' his quavering old voice rung out wh j all tho loyalty and tho devotion of the B centurion of tho lighting race, Hut till Hint das. i.rolso Ooil. I'll ithk To tho w cur in' o tlii Krton!" sS XJ v I.lttlo Molllo McShnno sol nlone in F. tho coinei of the linll Thuro wan h many n lad by tho door who cast j sheepish glances at Molllo It wan i for no lack of Invitation that slio vv 1 not tripping the door at tho St. Pal 1 rlck'a night daneo. f Tor tho orchestra was plnjlng an Vs. 't, 0,(l "110 a,"J thu dauoore were H huinmlng tho refrain. "Oh, for th y dayB of tho Kerry dancing," and tho 8 llttlo girl In the corner suw again the i i green of n Kerry village and thn glow 'of tho light of love, and down her cheeks ran the tears of hotueslckuess and longing and memory of the davs that have gone. , There under tho Irish stars (ho big Irishman told tho llttlo Irhdi girl of the lovo that his heart held for her And when long nfteiwiml, after n thousand years of Joy that tin liout , may hold, ho hud said a last good night, bIiu hud drawn down his head to tho level of her lips and hlesned It with her softly spoken "Ccnn dliuv dhccllsh." Then ns she stood watching watch-ing him go down to tho vlllnge. she heard somewhere afar off a piper playing tho tune of tho Kerry d.iuc-lug. d.iuc-lug. Hut there was no music In the pipes and none In the heart on (he night when John went ttway, uwuy with the 1 Kngllsh soldiery where he hud en listed. There wero sad promises or return and daik forebodings, but there was hope Tho war would soon bo over; the Doers would not light long; "although It's meself that's prajlu' tho'll win front jo," said .Molllo to John. ' When I come hnck, I'll punish yo for Hint same," said John. Hut ho never came back to Kerry. The little gill In the corner of the hall saw the village Kay agnlu on this I'.itilck's night ns It hud been on tho other; for lads mid hisses come soon riiim the shadows Hut with the vis-Ion vis-Ion of lovo shu uw denier than her old home a spot that she know only I In fancy i lonely grave on u Transvaal Trans-vaal Kopje, whoro sleeps an Irish lad who died fighting for Knglund , ':" '- " 'Jlffly Annie stood en the piatfoim or thu east bound ttnln ns It waited for 'lie hIkiiiiI to steam out of tho station Hack (il the gale stood miles broih er nnd his wire and Annies sister and her liushiind. Ilelueen the crowd surged unheeding. Hut l tho green that they wote on this Bt Patrick s ilny tho girl on tint platform know litem for her own wope Kmle and llaniinh were wi oping Annie had hoped thai the) would not weep for miro, wasn't It liml luck to hnvo teurd when ono was going homo' i Homo! How tunny a night had she lain nwako after the woik of da had I tliunoreil for rest for her wear) body and mind, thinking, thinking ever of ' il two who wero even now counting i lie hours till their last-born should ' bo once nglii under Iwr old roortreo' The Joiirnoj in Hie wa was hut n step, and Hfier the wmn camo tho bills iIihi wuiie morning uauld rlso to tho eastward her own Urlu And i hon there would be tho mists and tho 'oks of tho slow iiHln Journoy lo the little MRtlon; nd then the long walk perhaps throimli the rain that would bring lisr to ihat light of homo. "God he with nu." he willed to the Utile group an the euglno whla 'iHian to revolve Ami her own e08 oro dim with loare Ami as tho i rnln went out Into tho open spneos lie engine bells eouutled u sous she hud henl iowflwhere of lat: "TllH ge mrk ta In4a4 Kl your frtvnd la IrateM, Out J'ftH'll lav our lMirt WlnJ you In thu wl'" |