Evening Star Newspaper, April 13, 1924, Page 76

THE SUNDAY ST A Story Against Women e BY NONN BYRNE 'The Blood of Kings, the Sport of Kings » course you|Well cured for finger nails. X friend | voung mun, un sitsh "youuger son. o introduced him, asking him to mark|it was whispercd, and absolutely 7 some winners on her race card, and | hairy ape when it came to hat '";“:'";" With the female clientele . '® keep it a secret.” - teas < much interested in him, “I'm afraid 1 know very little abou | word, wni his head wss swimming:|3one he thought over two of ber ' recatingl “But I wish you and 1o ekt a0 n hls sieeve, nnd ke was| ings—that she could he huppy . 2 2 | Mr. Cecil Immense happiness,” he with glasves slung over thels Son | . ‘Tae buttle with the Seokmuk- | With the peace of Thres Rock com ; i ; ( sald, “and much prosperity A O I ithes | (r was forgotten whils ho ~xplained | Ing down on her like « blessing, and p 2 “It is 50 good rou to take it O A venkt amy were on show | weights and pace to her, colors,|thut Lady OWwnnor Mellon was o nice | that way, Sir Rory"-—she was grate el S B R % | trafners ana owners, and while le|natme He Jooked at himself in the| ful—“and I shall never, never forge: .n Paris; farmers in gaiters and black E e SEh | el Yo Vet » and bowler hats: booknrakers,| Went to place her bets. equaling 50| gluss, critically, appraisinkly { he | N A ORLE ing the odds. Green = cents or $1 verything he was pos [ - He was passing down Dodder banks ot much honor, dear madam. The lomEso NIt Shmiting § Lot crevimed d of he gave her that afterncon | one sunlit May merning when he n house is 40 gmall & one, and the t} A R e A race ic gver, —time. knowledge, hospitality—in a | the Whisperer Marphy witting by one | 50 common, and as for myself— ,lh’l:rl‘:{ huve weighed in, the bety rave, unostentatious way jof the weirs, ‘The Whisperer, wus an | X . SsRLoR et M SRy, e § 4 N ged, white-haired maon with w0 | \ 0 7 | . Mre. Peggy O'Shaughnesey sincerely - | i T any lrisa rac would have seen him some v 4 ‘ou could not p g he came only dubiously, shyly, and|Ing. O'Connor Mollon wusn't bhave missed nim. There Is vour assemblage | the as f4 is called—owners, sportsmenm, officimls; immaculately dresse. merm, | the side of his hemd. He was a horse | finest man—outside Mr. Coeil, of ; e £ their riders. i ined . e e e oo, agatant et e G e e it gure, | BAVING entared a. vsterinary colles: are going to be a great man some of e Wit [Civ (e o ene Leal Sia{mencs. Snlling el the T IS |noy e Badk e RITE) Ke e Triah | these days, Sir Rory, und when you feld, he wavs. B WU mie feuc (oiiend thiay mast sUUAME MK DN DIG) o ana s & vbiasieany wirtydon ] lare I am going to take a little credt: Ft :‘r ‘"“F‘ ok B : ““ll :\ ‘AL\N‘”‘ ‘ i sent for him w n in o fix. The | to myself for it,” she smiled, “be one, Bar two. D ARICEY St Ty belfeve )} fned his | a en T wi ca Around ewch gambler is u WilllnE, You woulh have thought, witli the Nty believed he had burgained his| [ cause it will have been I who stoppes wd offering monay—sull trAGRES T Dlan sunt Nokise e had. and . | soul away to the devil for power over | ¥ou in this madness of gambling G ri oy small tradss- | plensunt Boas 4 ami the race | ; ; 5 3 . L horses | which was ruining your character N ers. pecling off | meetings ho went to, that he would i DyEn, S StIOng, i{anm i = [EeHuaTa v vl “3r. Metlon.” he called, “wauld you | she uttered softly, and then shre notes from plethoric roils: [rish Peers | huve bawn happy hero—happy ws o hartenders n_ occusional eTEY- ! gak But “ho had hidden in t} S - considered o mo. i / man, and Rory O'Gonner Meilo sandy-red face of his a big ambit B R Nk ] y : H N Gensiie & rarber toihe MmN, Onse toiexeny DaMMREE am U MRS L eniagyon o K your mind and bade her farewell and sharp poiuted red besed sitiit hash) general gficer; toyevery Taciig aba- o ey i t11) ine? ) i proceeding to Rathfarnham himself T e WM BaE B e e avnon the Raighes,| 1 wowd." decided (Connor Mellon very stricken and a little dazed, when D | o Ay ORI e N Did you aver he of Derby he felt he would rather be walking wears a frock coat of the Lype Known | A porse roils howe ut w hundred to, . 0 FHE GVER BEAT G0 E L CETRY he felt he woula ner be walking in America us * Albert. and|gne, and this is mat always chamce. OO g “ | ame nite womn,,w,,c. a stata b ir is mat very weil houshed. either.|yut shrewd racing: preparation for)OPTL o ; out and paying the man, he went e \uriad dhwe | sears wnd sactecy. Bumastiman SOMP ol outhink it passihie B ; 7/ / uhead down Sackville street, past e I ol v e e I would not e / O'Connells gandy monumant A where described as a ShaKeSpeare; muker s caught napping AT -Did you ever seo lightning newsboy came dashing along as ke collar. His ta is black, T his left}o'Connan Mellam oftem drewmad of) . °g, [ RS put foot on the gray bridge that spate hand he holds u well rolled um-; (ho time when he would get wind of ot i ‘ ) - , ] N put test o bselle | T Rin cight Bind e OUE) o job ot thie sort, cams In n it L0 L Rt e e et YOU ARE SIR RORY O'CONNOR MELLON? “Th' outsider wins! T outatber a pair fleld glusses. His pocket | zood round sum, und be settled fer, 54 the o “WELL, YES.” wins!” the boy was shouting. " o e born o “WHY DONT YOU CALL YOURSELF THAT?" O'Connor Mellon fumbled with He had been born sone forty-seven| Between himsell and the lrishi§ ITTLE by littie the story g |penny and took the racing spacial yeurs before ti n obseure Vil hookies wus enmity. The booKies Some BEnglish country " from the boy. “Hundred to One Shot age in Meath. on the edge of the ! don't like punters of O'Connor Mel-|hud died. and the next o Takes Darby Stakes: The Headlipes Irish central plain. Bog land it 5! jen's type. They know as mmuch as|distant relative who kept In himself. and even outside of him- | fine man, =0 well bred. so chival- | prospective bridegroom from the drab | She was troubled, watching the river f’,;"f""“ B “?“]’ In the hear ali, and under the peat of Alien lieline hookies do, und more. To pay|ger's shop in Bristol. The oTf. fares were Doskiie him fvonn | chrysalis of the grub bachelor was troubled, finding words '(_u_’n’.'{fi'?* Ui Canters the 2 4 N 0! he exclaimad e S itted O'Connor Mellou out on| “Mrs. Peggy,” he said u men- 2 Go/abenll! Yawve got H—the per . no. o™ he exclaimed embar l They fitted . e dut and e 7 i bl Je T e L [the spot with & gray momming coat|tioned sou Iike the place at Ratn-| e wont and rested his sbows en ie) shauldse: nud) ook Rine . “Sun “Yes. indeed. Sir Rory.’ she in-|and gray vest and a pair of striped|farnhum [His ey panlie 0l thelinlags OF sisted. 1 know men. But there is!trousers such as are wern at better-| =Yes. Sir Ror Hr browns the bridie tho s S e st one thing.” she added class weddings. A barber had trim She was troubled lray aomi Lq‘»\‘grox’eé e “And that” med his hair und breught the beard vou liked the name—Lady e S e s huried the Irish ek, und the I¥ish 'Connor Mellon a certain fixed S squire hud lert hardh hear. and the Irish wolf. and thelavere vear—and to pay it as cer-| 4l wis settled wolf dog that hunted him. and the!tyinlv us to puy tuxes—was no pleas- | wys x filly 1 gallant invaders of o ime—the ! yra 4t al Of the Trish beokmakers custer and AN eogagement rown Phenicians, and the red Danes.| tha biggest was Patsy Regam beha's tor the Derby and black-a-vised Norman men. Xnd | JIr only Mellon could et on the{ monger hud sold all t Secing now that the Derbdy was around the edges of rowal Mewth live perfect job, he promised himsell helkep: the filly. He hud nly two days away, if he were go- This horrible gamuling,” she told 1 point at which an zabethan llon™ traditions and customs and families | would take the shoes off Parsy Regan. ! ror her buck of the fishmonge, {ug to put on hix money it should be |, . Faziier weoild el A eas sott . G Hary—nisnss o ancient a3 Allen’s bog itself. Souve! Ana it he did: and a pal of his who k this afternoou or at latest tOMOTPOW, * 'y 145Leq 4t her. not understand- | felt hat gave him the uppearance of a e Sha was ved in the <trange preservative arises from the Then e would revive the title of | and had been an old Jo ' | murning vossidle informa- | o | htarer. Gloves andt soais and ibet R Jack peat water and hardens them puronet father dropped bBe-|time was training her tiow o | “Sir Rory s i terrible, insidious | Malaccs stick with a gold top, such Mrs. Pegg he went on, “would | onsistamey of bog oak. But!cyuse of poverty—Sir Rory O'Connor! i " he Vhispe y ”; e < “There’s few us knows wbout Tha Whinar vice 25 pupa and mamma present you with, [ vou do myv poor house and my poor d fram the west brings fhe sult| Mellon he would be then. and AR, them a~x knows= is laughing {a fish. but o 2 He was inarticulate. To call bet- | suitably inseribed. when You dash| honors. and my self the compli- and warps them an % instead of merely & punmter | shell win the Derby. She'll i Three days from now. bis e ny ting on bor n freland a viee is|heroically into tares leet of water|ment of taking us s them and brings them to the would have nis horses at stuble t believe Jd O'Connor d. e would be in Pos- | 4 cirange as calling the golden Irish | and rescue younz Horatio from the| The gray hat wa hand, stage of some mossy ancient huw- in England and u few horses in Ire- session of a fortu Rl e R e e here it is at last the sea, and Guinness' little barge puffed along merrily, laden with their cargoes of brown, foaming por ter. A furtive breeze sent the racing paper down toward the custom house His hands grew lax, and the yellow gloves he was holding in them dropped into the river, to be investi- and briny deep gray eyws looke \t her sincerely,|&oted by the quernlous gulls. The scu bus! Where f< the white 'land. He had dreams, too. for re- o something. Mr This alternoon he would dra 300 ! burnt turf the drug aléehol He was happy going to meet An air of simple majesty was about | SUCK followed. tip foremost, with Knight? Where ix the biuck knight?| building the buttercd old house in, ror bank and wn and draw Please, Sir Kory. please’ For alin the motor car he had hired for the |him. He stood there. a vers upright, | PlUd: A second breese whipped dow What of the end of greut Thanw Meath ng the few tired acres; tegun s nat d ut be | friends’ sake, jor my sake. couldn't|duy. Occasionally a twinge came tola very moble Irish Bachelors’ Walk and sent the era: who tought Queen Elizabeth | und buying a field here and a fleld: “Am L or wm | not, th W his afternoon. He had an|you give it up” [ lie awake nights|him us he thought of Epsom Downs| - sy, she ra Jeny Wi (G jehe. TRy WRLEns: and won—fought her who hud vam- | there until he hud a little estate. not ! Murphy ™ wn with Mrs thinking L she sald and the horses being saddled for the | told you before. | have often said to| O’ COnnor Mellon never noticed. Oh quished Philip’s armada’ Every-| mueh, but such as a country gentle-| It should have besn enough s Well. then, tomorrow | He could find nothing to say greatest racing event of the year. | myself I ahould have told you before, | 't W25 100 much—too much! where old kings vanish into a dim.{man of the old school would have ! Themas. It was enough for O'Connor | “Couldn’t you. Sir Rory? Wonm't| Well, O'Connor Mellon thought.|but I am—I am married now.” She| TwO Jackeens of the race track aromatic past | And there were other plans he had | Melion S Hless man an tiaerteciton abaut el passed. One wore cap and collar, the But the greatwst of ull the Irish| He wished to travel a little And he! He trotted back to farnban She turned around to him. and his | periect job. Sometimes it didn't|“l had no right T n wnoren| SIS BRC ind _mufisy. (Hatl And names remained—OMelughlin (Mel-| fattered himself he wonld give a|hardly able 1o contain The lled for ber 10| peart all but broke. There were|come off. Whatever Regan would pay | like that.” Mymsdipugeed Biszalion Spsriamen on now)—the lust legal higit kings | dignified accoynt of the last of the old | job—the perfect job tumbled take ber to the Hiberniun, and Re | tears in her eves. There were tears | him would not be worth his Peggy as| I sou were watching him very| .J¢ %6¢ that® he asked. 3¢ Ireland, sons of that Malachi who| Irish ro house. among papers, and at last found the | Doticed as she shook hands a queer.|on her face. |a wife, 1osely, which she was not. you would _Tivu T see what? ) cpuised red Danes amd wore.| Al these things were possible. | runners and the betting at th rm. personal touch about her. She| “Why, ves." he sald. “Of course 1| She was dressed when he called for | have noticed how stricken he was,| , Ould O'Connor Mellon. and him Ihomas Moore writes of h i given the racing job. And the racing clubs. The Derby stakes, for med to want to be closer to him. | could—I will. Please, Mrs. PeggY. 707 | her in a costume of white flannel and | how white him face became. The eye drll_mk as a J\!“"(‘ : * * “the collur of gold|job would come. he knew, %0 long as | three-veur-olds, £10.743, one mile four|She was = xo handsome, such a | God's sake, don't cry. [ will! Foa Vlouie Wity Goscs Tnmatar o Litah Ditiked Fanlaly Tor &b Pistent Jo tell me fo? I t'ought that ome That he won from the proud invader.” [ he kept his ears cocked. bis eves)f ngs. Thers was the favorite at | fine woman. so splendid correctly He leaned over and patted her|yroidery on it. and her White hat had| ~Dear madar.” he said softly, “any- | e ‘Wkl a f"'hmb- Beside Malachi. Brian Boru was an!apep, his mind keen. But now there s, Pentagon. There were air|dressed, his hieart throbbed a lfttle band clumsily. produced a great red|rcq in ft= cunningly. The dark,|thing vou wished to keep secret, P L R wid e own twe upstart Irish Napeleon, und Rory (nad come betdeen his eves amd this|Lassie. Straightaway, Stamford Pride. | with pride to see that all in the room | silk handkerchiei. which be tBrust on | merry, Trish eyes, the Irish | Surely you had a right to do it Sy fh'k'“':.“'“""“ e O'Connor, the last king wus a guerillu | concrete ambition the merry, black-[at tens. Came the notable ouisiders | were watching—the men with upcon- | her clumsily | hair—you would have taken fifteen| “It was this way, Sir Rory—Mr °”‘I -l” ‘:‘ "“If“x- a3 ; ¢hiet. The biood of Rory of the Hills| eyed smile, the trim figure and the!at thirty-three to one. headed by Dick | ceaied admiration. the women with| “Dear Mre Peggy. of course 1 will | soars off her hze but for the plea. 1 4nd T, on_ sccobnt of the bust:| wr eeTd, fell, T beard tall seme- was in Mellon's ve tuo. though on | perfect su'table age of M | Donovan's beautiful bay geiding. Ul | shrewd appreciation of ber clothes | give it up.” 1 iat e bilantiaiity ot hear Agdee. “Txsyil . ad Aise. sha Eaid eos be. | Where" sald Cap and Collar, “that | | | should have was very ashamed, very perturbed. the teminine. or distaff, side. to be' O'Shaughnessy ster Bache A few at Sixt¥ (0 one, | After tea they went into St Stephens |~ “You make me s0 happy:” she said. | roiled throush the park, green with | cause we were adtracted toward each | " orrin ning. e elacrt inin technics On 5th avenue in New Yor like Sir Mick Jumeson's mare. Victory | Green. he more led by than OIg | [ can't teil you how happy vou would | June. H's own clothes brought forth | other, ot marriad. And, you know,|ara aumer " omrr . sate 1o So vou can understand ("Connor | ome of these small shops where the!Boy. Where was any- | with her. She had seemed preocci- | make me.” delighted phrases from her Sir Rory, when a man iike Mr. Cecil | gnrunk : Meilon. last of Maluchi's high lime.|smaller the shop the dearer the)way? Ah. others.a hundred to one— | pied all afternoou. She drew figures| -There's fust « littla bet on the| “Never, never let me sec vou in|is known to be married he loses his and in whose veins ran the blead of | commodity. There was her Christian | Rascality, Irish Piety. Bluche in. the gravel with the end of her| Derby.” he faltered that dreadful frock coat and dreadtu) of the Hills. dressing himself | name above the door—just “Przgy He looked her up in th sunshade No, no, Sir Rory silk hat again! Ob, 1 wish Mr Cecil eremouia! black to keep a little|and in the window were a Woman's| she wasn't in the form book. Mr Sir Rory." she said suddenly. “are| ~Jps not exactly gambling.™ could 6e ¥out" She Eaia 40 Y P l' B : v. and Leiting caubiousiv. pro- | frock here and & woman's hat there.| Arthur Balfour William's Blucbell, | We good ecough friends for me Be a4 man, Sir R:r'v Pu: it aside”| They had iunch at a little hote! in ears as oliceman rlngs esionally, on the ruce course to get|and somewhere a sheaf of wheat, or! yy Roi Bleu out of Songstre. trained | Sometbing disagreeable to you?” “But—— Lucan, where they were received with | . . birie o & bunch of posies, or some £adEet 0f by B Evanc Ho had never heard of | Aheowhy. ver—yes Mre. Pragy. | Sne turmed away with u lnie nope- | that - asemic - unsersanas st | GoNtact With Important Figures x % £ | that kind. Though the hat and frock | the owner, never heard of the trainer. | he said less gesture. Once more came the|that a couple who arc obviously | H had passed through some small | were perfect and most extraordinarily | The sire and dam were well known *Are you sure, S £ homest. sincere tears. | courting seem to evoke cverywhere schools and passed unnoted | SXPensive. for customers Pegay never to him—great blood there. But therec . voice Was Very sincere Uwon't bet,” said 0'Connor Mellon. | The waiter was so overcome w ‘hrough Trinity. Who will note even j lacked. She had come to America at| were accidents of blood’in horses as| “I'm very sure, Mrs. Peggy She turned to him, radiant. | emotion that he had to have two stiff an heir of kings in 4 university which | the age of ten, and now, at the age of | well as in the best families won- | answered promptly “Then on Derby day,” she said.|taggeens of whisky befare he could Mg laims Swift and Congreve, Burke! fOrty, which an optimist might take | der the filly was a hundred to one—u | r Rory.,” she said. “I like just to keep vour mind off it, we'll | bring himself to the sordid busine: the Capital police force. has a and Oliver Goldsmith an@ lians ofi for thirty-two, she was revisiting, ishmonger's entry for the Derby!|l cannot tell vou how much 1 g0 for a day away. We'll drive|of serving the salmon. By naw thev memory replete with interest- | thers. after holding it for a brief newer fame? And, coming out. some | th® Jand of her birth { Why. you could write your ownjyou. There is something in you that|through Phoenix park and see the red { were walking the sleek three-year- |ing cvents of official and unofficial [Peried for safety, when Jack would political friend obtained for him the| Sbe had set out to make a corquest| ticket, | just—just gets me. You are such aldeer. and go to the strawberry beds.!olds in the paddock Epsom. F Washington. Entering the depart- |collect cash and add it to « Post of coroner in one of the distriets | Of 0°Connor Mellon. because, first. he, ment at the age of twenty-two vears, | FaPi growing bank aceount of Dubiin | was so woman-shy. and. second. be- | During the time when President For how many years ©'Conner Mel-! cause he wus a figure about Dublin— Tes: | Cleveland was in the White House lon held the mat of cormnmer in south, | @ Queer, romantic figure. There was Horky yeart BT &HINe0S Uty Een ;Sl’r:( Basley was detailed as spe | (Copyright. 1924.) W. EASLEY. recent- | §ame for some time. It was his eus- v retired after forty vears on |1om to carry his plunder te his unele. near Richmond, who disposed of it | he has spent his days in this serv- east or west Dublin it would be bard | omething so grotesque about him erously sprinkled with hair-raising |C!a! guard at the Executive’s home. to say—these soft. gray lives flow |2and yet so dignified. You might smil experiences. have dealt kindly w Woodley, and the memory of those up so quietiy. But suddenly, dra-|at O'Comnmor Mellon, but you would the sergeant. He doesn't at all look | JAYS lingers as one of the pleasamt matically, he resigned his position. | never laugh. X st = est of all his forty years of servies When vou suddenly see u respect-; He, in turn, loved her breeziness a8 if he wero ready to be “laid on a : ; 5 e 1o Sober slothes reaian | her worldliness, her outright American { the shelf." but, as he points out, the | That was in the days before secre able coroner in sober vlothes resign|her | i | younger generation coming on must | SeTVice men and motor cyels cops his position and in the same sober| Way. She had beem to Paris, to the st N : = 4 2 i . 5 L jhave their innings, and he is quite [ 2N was Easley's duty to follow lothes take to backing horses for a | Riviera, to the United Hunts meet : . 3 o 5 St i { : | ready to sit back and watch the | the President's carriage to and from living. your Anglo-Saxon mind would | ings in America. Beside her in s i oMb 2 ? acd = call him mad. We more subtle Ceits | knowledge and experiemce he was a march of events from the sidelines \is office and to stand guard over will say he has resizned himself to, child. ) | U to three years ggo, when Easley | (he home during the day. daitiny akid e lawa of clancs i * % % ¥ s - was made sergeant of the guard at | Many happy hours he spent in the Not for nothing has racing been! @QHE went up with some of her | the White House, his duty was that b’d"":" 'md “’;d’ ’"":,u"df‘“ the called the sport of kings. Where is friends to have tea in that little | of mounted policeman. and most of | Mansion, J", often he had for com such majesty, where such flestness.|cottage in Rathfarnham. and surelv his assignments were in the Tenley- | Pany the two little daughters of the where such uncertainty? The thrill|never in the ammals of Irish royalty 2 E . | town district, whera his genial per- | President, Ruth and Kthel, both or as the starter pulls the lever and the fwere so many pains taken. so little : Z 2 ! somality and quiet forcefulness have | Whom he speaks of with fond de- tapes fly up, and “They're off" rings ! expense. Dublin had been ransacked \made him well loved by all votion. from a thousand throats. Ah, the!for delicacies; friends’ cellars for old 7 g = — i Perhaps the most exciting inoident | TO Mre. Cleveland he paye the minute—the bonny minute—with the' wines. Strawberries had been wired 4 4 3 7 - . : : of the sergeant’s career was the cap- | highest tribute he was always blood in one’s veins humming like acrass to Devonshire far because she ture of “Jack the Slasher.” a criminal | gracious and friendly and treated ail wireless said the first strawberies of the sea- 2 of peculiar tendencies. who ruvaged | with whom she came in contact with How could the struin of Maluchi,}son were a great occasion to ber. the countryside for mauy months be- | the same gentle thoughtfulness, it the high king. and of Rory of the They wers there for ber, with cream fars i . wis effected. All|made to difference whether one was Hills keep from the excitement of of the Irish kine And primroses e, “:,"”‘ Y sxoila cslinet officer. or paticeman:™ this speed and glory? And in spite! such as blaom only on the slopes of this hanpenad ‘seme ¥ b . & affiaer 5, el . s i s = ° but the memory of that wild night] Occupying s conspieuous place in ance and by dint of forethought ' Three Rock for her! D it ¥ 7 {but the memory of that wild night] Occupying spicuous pl and by sheer knowledge of the game | ANl that dark, cool Bouse. that mel- | g s | remains fresh with the captor. Wis ian {5 & Iaege onINe Q¢ ke O'Connor Mellon made £2,000 a vear. | low jurniture, great freplaces and| For some time the police had been | 10Vely former “first 1ady,” whieh one He lived modestly, but he lived|small shining windows came to her | baffled by the operutions of a thief (KROWS at once ix one of his mos well. Near Rathfarnham, in Dublin,yheart and throat as lavender comes who net only stole everything of | Cherished possessions e had a comfortable whitewas! to the nostrils—the little garden | 3 me of the first things that meet he had fortable whitewashed n rils—the lite i value in sight but took a flendish | One of the first things that and well thatched cottage that looked | outside, fresh with mountain rain) | delight in destroving what he could | the eye on entering the sergeant's toward Three Reck mountain. An|and many flowers, and below it the| Inot carry away. Clothes, druperies, | SURRY room is a framed and auto nld housekeeper took care of him. !tinkling Dedder. ’mn\el;' w@ixl e foulnd by the | ETaphed picture of the late Warren There was a small flagged garden.| “I could be very huppy here” she G. Harding, and his gesture in eall- with forget-me-nots springing be- | said, and ske winked a4 tear awa | owners slashed and cut almoet be- ing .lten:;n to it and the tomes of tween the stomes; around him the and then. like the brave; sensible ! FeNd Kecomuivion. olee speaki ’ i { i his v i ng of him de- zlory of the circle of mountains—in | little woman she was, she put senti- | Z j Returning from duty one night, n:‘\mm::‘;n and d':uucn to his winter their white caps of snow or! ment aside. She had given it its, Easley and a fellow officer thought |, . "chiar He says: mist, in summer their brown heads|deserved tribute. She got down quick Y IRISH RACECOURSE. YOU COULD HAVE SEEN HIM SOME | thes slimpeed shadow on the parcn | OFmer <blef o ®9%0 and tinkling heather—the Deoder, at|to O'Connor Mellon's affairs. She had S ~ o) CSE) | of h they g sing. The. the foot of his garden, rambling care- | heard. she said, he was 2 baronet. YEARS AGO, AND YOU COULD NOT HAVE MISSED HIM. L e e attante Ao cached | and considerate, and kind to all with 441y toyrard SDGRNGEeO0KE SU | the/ { SYew N Hied a0 Uk xRN en fl and see old Lucan. Will you, Sir|tunes were being laid and taken, but|tne house from different directions|Whom he had to deal. The whele Mieh Eew, & MWy, MgEE S Suim. 3 Rory?* O'Connor Mellon had thought omly|una sueveeded in putting a man to | Polee force and secret serviee mer: “It is you who make me happy.”. |for Mrs. Peggy's eves. He might|pi ¢ \hen the sergeant nabbed |Stationed at the Executive Manmor have been eating a crust in a pub in- were devoted to him. Never wus stead of a decent lunch in the spa there o bluer lot of men than when at Lucan, ®o Mtte attention &1d he the news camo of his death: nurdling grassing weirs. His home| “You are Sir Rory O'Comnor Mel- life was very comfortable but for|lon?’ . : one thing—he had never beem mar-! “Well, yes.” * ok # ried. Every natural man marries,, “Why don’t You call yourseit that § | him. Ignorant of the fact taat they had hauled in any one more important and afterward either itkes or doesn't{ He hummed and he hawed. What's | RRE were both happy that after- like his wife—but that doesm't mat- te Those who don’t marry fail be- cause of timidity or vauity. 0°Con- nor Mellon was of the timid kind. monial direction umtil he met Mrs. Peggey O'Shaughnessy of New York. He met her in the grand stand at the Curraugh races—a perl, black-eved | woman of about forty, with = merry smile and a merry manner. She wore 4 Paris frock and a black hat—black as her eyes, with cherries on it, dark red as her small mouth. Everything about her was ship-shape and trim, from her well cared for teeth te her the use of being a baromet if vou baven't enough money to baromet on” { “I'm going to call you Sir Rory, } Mre. Peggy O'Shaughnessy said, “and So his heart never fluttered. nor! your're going to call me Mrs. Peggy. did his ideas take a concrete matri-!If you had a wife,” she mused, “she would be Lady O'Connor Mellon, { wouldn't she?” | “Yes, yes—well, ves. O'Shaughnessy. nice name/’ said Mrs. Peggy | She told him about her own busi- | ness in New York, but she was quite modest about it. She gave a good; deal of the credit to an emplove of hers—a Mr. Ceeil, no second nam. [ fnst Mr. Ceeil Mr. Cecil was a chic | noon. They wandered about like children—she, happy with the con- | sclousness of a good deed deme, he | bappy to be with her. She ventured |to tell him how distinguished, how | commanding he would look—*“Don't think me impertinent, Sir Rory!"—if he requisitioned a good tailor and a | varber who understood. If he could | only see Mr. Cecil, he was so smart, She liked smart men. Everybody should be smart. A man should make as much of himself as & woman does of herself. Why not? ©Only in Dublin city could this phe- momenon be sccemplished so rapidly —the cmergence of the gaviy-chd, | } pay to it, such were her eyes £ % ¥ FAR off on Epsom Downs was mad excitement as the horses turned Tattenham corner for the flash bhome, while roars came from the taroats of the kings. peers and com- mons of England, and the brown mass swept forward, jockeys with silken jackets, horses with silken coats. Eb, so far away, of so little conse- quence in the golden Irish afterncon. There fell between O'Connor Mellon and Mre. Peggy O'Shaughnessy one of those distressing silences that oc- cur before impertant things are said. | than an ordinary thief, they took him to the station heuse, where omly a short time previously a robbery had been reperted in the neighborhoed, carrying all the earmarks of the “Slasher's” work. It was very diffi- cult to get the prisener to talk. but lit was finally established that he was guilty, and he was convicted and sentenced to thirty years. He was probably the cleverest crook of his time in this locality, though in appearance most insignifi- ocant, bejng described as a “squint- eyed. skinny little negro." However, he worked a clever and profitable It is not diMicult to understand wh' Sergt. Wasley is & favorite with his fellow afficers, s well as claiming many friends outside the servies, in and abowt the Capital, among per- sons with whom he has come in con- tact offictally or unefficially in hix forty yvears as trustee and guardian of the law. His philosephy of en foreing the law fs tempersd with irresistible good natyre. Thus his oreed: “It is all in knowing how t, handle them. It's easier to give them a smile than a frown, and mest o the time it bringe quicker and better resulta® 3