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"You need have no fear of that,"
responded Tim, so humbly that Shee
han glanced at him, first in surprise
and then in contempt If he were a
young man he would not stand for
such treatment He, Paddy Sheehan,
would have shown that he had a will
of his own.
Despite the most careful observa
tion on his part it was clear that the
would-be son-in-law did not attempt
to speak to Kathleen during the voy
age. Paddy had been prepared for
an outburst on Kathleen's part; he
had nerved himself to resist it; but
to his amazement, Kathleen thor
oughly agreed with him that Tim had
had no business to go by the same
ship. She spoke so lightly of the
young fellow that her father's mis
givings gradually abated and he grew
convinced that he had succeeded in
convincing his daughter of the
He lost Bight .of him atQueenBtown,
but when he came .upon him at Kerry,
standing spick and span, with a
shamrock in his buttonhole, at the
railroad station, hiB anger burst out
"You're following me,' he shouted,
shaking his fist underMhe young
"Mr. Sheehan, I'll have you know
once for all that I have no intention
of following you," responded Tim. "I
have come to Kerry to visit my old
"If you cross my path again 111 eat
you!" shouted the ex-alderman.
But the young man only turned
away with offended dignity and Pad
dy, muttering and threatening, at
tempted to hire a jaunting car.
As the only one had 'just been hired
by Murphy he was compelled to send
to the livery stables for one. Growling-
and mumbling, he watcher Tim
drive away into the distance.
"Mark my words, if he follows us
again I'll take the hide. off him," he
said to Kathleen.
"You are right, father. He is quite
Impossible," answered the girL
"Impossible ? Ain't he a f act? " de
manded her father, frowning. This
docility on his daughter's part was
beyond his comprehension.
"Oh, please, don't let us speak
about him again," pleaded Kathleen.
And, as the car arrived at that mo
ment her father, mollified, got in and
seated himself beside her.
All the way to. Nora Finnerty's cot
tage he pointed out the old land
marks. By the time the little
I thatched building was in sight he was
as enthusiastic as a boy. He drew up
the car, leaped down and Btared into
the wrinkled face of the old woman
knitting at the door. Then he flung
111a turns auuuu 11CI4
"It's Nora Pinnerty, by all that's
sacred!" he shouted. "Don't you
know me, Nora? I'm PaddyJSheehan
Paddy that used to be your sweet
heart in the long ago."
The old woman arose, beaming.
"Paddy!" she cried. '"Back from
Chicago, where it's great things I'm
hearing of you all these years. But
you must come in and have a bite.
Only you mustn't' kiss me, Paddy, be
cause my husband's away and he
wouldn't like it."
"Your husband!" echoed Paddy.
"Michael O'Rourke, who's at the
fair today, leaving me the sweetest
boy but, come in here's my son
Tim, -Mr. Sheehan." ,
The ex-alderman looked speechless
ly at Tim Murphy. Then, whether or
not the occasion overcame him, he
grapsed his hand. And instantly his
daughter's arms were round his neck.
"Father, we love each other," she
pleaded. "Father you won't keep, us
apart?" - ,
"If I'd have known " began Shee
han, growling, and then he clapped
the young fellow upon the back.
"Take her, Tim O'Rourke," he said.
"I give up. You've won her. I didn't
dream you" were the son of eh eh
is it O'Rourke or is it Murphy they're
after calling you?"
"Sure, he's me stepson," exclaimed.
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