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Show I A FIRESIDE TALE I 3 - By JENNIE LITTLE. g ( 1J1, br Mctilur NirPcor 8 ndlute 1 Another story, child dear? Sure 'tis overdrawn llku thu Pouzl fcllu's my fund will be, with such u demand. Well, then, come with me. of nil evening eve-ning that I lime in mind, to 11 grand concert hull In tho city. A wonderful wonder-ful pilmii donna, tho Idol of her mall-encea mall-encea In two continents, has conic upon up-on the singe fur her last number. Ai she stnnds waiting for the applause to die iiwny, something that she rends In thu wines of upturned faces moves her to 11 sudden Impulse, and with a tender little snillu, Intrtcnd of the classical clas-sical selection on tho program, iter olce Hccoml only In sweetness to the angels' tills the vast room with: 'Theie's n pretty spot in llehwid, I ulunjs claim for my lund." In one of the boxes sat two of the earth's provperous, mid like n lightning nrtM. the man's uiliul Hushed picture I lifter picture nn his memory's screen. In fnniwny County Clnrt; ho saw 11 jouiiKjKOSsoon full to thu brim of the sheer Joy of llvipg. TI10 Scotch would cull him n hid o' parts, the English a topping chnp, butt I'll declare to you thut liewus Just a regular broth of a boy. livery old granny In the village, nnd clenr down to every lust, thought the sun had Its rising and setting In his merry charm, but only Eileen Mc-Domigh Mc-Domigh had a mortgage on tils affections. affec-tions. All, but she was the winsome colleen, and the likes of her was not I to be found In n duy's travel. I n.i..... .... ..-.I. . & f Alien 1111 uiiciu in .America seui money for his passage, with tales of success thnt set the hid wild to go. Kllecn must stny with her old folks, but when lie hud u good start, then he would tend for her, and. together the.v would conquer this lino new country "My heal t go.s buck there dully. To tho girl 1 left behind me. When wo kissed mid said good by." All, yes, nt tlrst 'twiis so. Luck nnd pluck were, with him, and 111 foulhold ciew tinner nnd stronger, nnd some iiow in the struggle, Eileen drifted further Into the background of his thoughts. The old bodies went one by one, anil the black sorrow of lone lluess was almost more than she could abide, but neer did her sweetheart 'grow hitter or complaining In lt wearying for him. Faithful ami true Mie wus to tier trotli With" Turuucv O'Neill. "Wheie dear old Shannon's llowlug. Wlieio the three-leaed Shamrock grows, Where my heart Is 1 am going Touiy little Irish" Rose. And thu moment that I meet her, With n hug nnd kiss I'll greet her " Cotweleiicu woke up entirely, mid n shllhiinli stiok'e was gentle compared to the pill 11 hhu guvo him. l'or In tile-so latest months of his provperltj he bud decided thnt only n lilgh-born cultured Ameilcnn woman could rule bin home nnd help to llnd new lleliN for his neer-Mitlslled ambition', mid cold-bloodedly, without 11 thought of love, hn had set about to win her. This wry mlnule. b his side, sat the hid) of his worldly choice, and he had fell much elated that now she seemed not a grout deal inerso to his gallant nt tentlons. Sine, che neer knev nbout thut common past, mid nlmost had lie forgotten Itn connection with the oris tocrntle banker who looked nt lilm from the mirror. Till tonight, that Is tlC,.... t.11 I.iHap 111 tin INIllMtt" OIIIU I1U IUIIVI 11 vm. .i.i... .(,,, For soon will r be sailing, And I'll bless the ship that takes me To my dear old Erin's shore." The lady turned with a disdainful curl of the lip. "Really," muh she "one might expect the best music here nnd not vulgar street songs," and Terence's Ter-ence's heart turned owr with n thud of gratitude Hint wisdom hud come not too tote. Very quiet wns-he on the woy home, nnd as ho handed her from the limousine, limou-sine, declined her gmelou Invitation witli n "Not tonight, tlmnk you. as I hnve pressing business to nttend to lm-mcdlntely. lm-mcdlntely. And I probably will not pee ou ngalu for somo time, as I leave on the Canoplq's next date of sailing." "Indeed." said tho lady, in ills-plensed ills-plensed surprise. "Surely tills Is pry midden." "I've not jet booked my passage," mys Terence, with it 11 old-time Irish grin, "but I think the fates won't fall inu this time." Ami neither did they. And now wo como to n matchless evening In dear old Klllnloe a night of enchanted moonlight, when all the fairies und little folk tire casting their spells on everything. All alono at her window sits Eileen, with the melting sweetness of her harp suiting her voice ns slio sings so sadly: "It may be years, nnd It may be fore.ver." And Into the room strides Terence of her thoughts. ' "Not on your Ufa!" says he In the true American style, nnd then dropped on his Knees beside her. und lulu thi tender old brogue. "Mnvourneen, all tills time I've been madly, fnollshlv following 11 will-o'-the-wisp, but when I riime to me senses nnd gnve me heart tho lend. It brought me to m own true love, straight us tho crow (lie Will ye go buck with me, dnr-Hi)', dnr-Hi)', to be the dear light of me life till the Messed su'nts cnll us from our own vitrndltio to thers?" And soiue-thlng soiue-thlng he saw in her faco mado him dare in greet her nftcr the fashion of the Shamrock song. Then because 'tis the wny of n woman to forgive npil forget, qcushla, r can end my ttorylii your favorite way: "And they all lived happy ever after." |