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"Fm not squeezing it, Nora;
I'm just holding1 it," said Ser
gius, and, as she made no protest,
he continued holding it. Who is
the lucky man?" he continued.
"Is it Piggy MacShane?"
"Now do you think that I'd be
after marrying MacShane?" cried
Nora indignantly, "fo, indeed
it isn't." .
"Then it's Terry MacBride;
had luck to him," cried Sergius.
"I knew he'd get you, N,dra, if
you didn't take care. Is "it Mac
Bride?" "No, it isfi't MacBride," said
Nora faintly. "And please
please dont ask me. You'd be so
jealous." ' '
"Then I know who it is for
sure," said the young doctor, "It's
Ellis O'Flaherty. Ellis, who 'al
ways' boasted that he'd get you
and "went to Chicago four years
ago and made his pile fattening
"And what if he does fatten
pigs, Sergius" O'Flanahan?" ex
claimed Nora indignantly. "He's
worth his ten thousand dollars to
day, is Ellis, if he's worth a pen
ny. Mind you," she added, "I'm
not saying that it ia Ellis,
, "I know it's Ellis," answered
Sergius O'Flanahan gloomily. "I
knew he'd get you. He always
beat me out of everything. Do
you remember when he won the
pig at the fair by staying on the
mule when I got pitched into the
mud? He was always great on
pigs, Ellis was. Ah, Nora, if
only you hadn't turned me down
when I asked you, before I left
the 013 Sod to walk a lonely wan
derer over the earth. Twice I
asked you and each, time you said)'
"Twice!" exclaimed Nora
"Why, Ellis asked me seven times,
before he sailed and wrote me
five times afterward, Why didn't,
you try me again, Sergius?" she
The young doctor edged closer
toward her. "You'd have taken
me, Nora?" he whispered.
Then he saw the tears stood
in her eyes again. He clasped her
in his arms, and she did not re
sist, but lay there.
"Nora, is it toalate" he asked
softly. "We were a couple of
youngfools to quarrel over jioth
ing at all, 'asthore. And aH the
years I've been in America 'I-ve
been seeing your sweet face be
fore me night and day, darlin'.
And wherr I wrote you from New
ark, when I had my last job here,
I was sure you'd come out to me,
but you didnV'even answer rne.
Wouldn't you 'rather take a firte,
rising young dgctor with a gov
ernment job than dlU, Ellis
O'Flaherfy, wjthThis ten-thousand
dollars and his pig-sticking?"
Nora was smiling up at him as
she lay in his arms.
"Yes, Sergius, darling, IJd like
to," she whispered. "But now
now that they've sent a telegram
to the man I've come out to mar3
ry I'm afraid it's too late. He
may be here any moment. And
how would I look, walking off
with the doctor? If only I'd)
known you were here. How lon