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The Art of Disappearing

Chapter 8 THE WEARIN' O' THE GREEN.

Word Count: 3222    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

d his fortune had been cast, began to steal into his blood. Mirth ru

ng, the visit of the district leader; and with all, as Judy expressed it, "lashins an' lavins, an' divil a thought of to-morrow." Indeed this gay clan kept Yesterday so deeply and tenderly in mind that To-day's house had no room for the uncertain morrow. He abandoned himself to the spirit of the place. The demon of r

politics was manhood, not blue blood, previous good character, wealth, nor the stamp of Harvard. A member held his place by virtue of courage, popularity, and ability. Arthur made no inquiries, but took everything as it came. All was novelty, all surprise, and to his decorous and orderly disposition, all

e boy?" said the Senator. "If

ckless Dillon, who had neve

were all together in the sitting-room, where t

his blood, for no dacint Yankee 'ud have anny hathred for the blessed green. Sure two years ago Mare Jones dressed himself up in a lovely green uniform, like an Irish prince, an' lukked at the parade from a p

ile the others began to talk together with

elf," said quiet Anne. "If he didn't like t

he papers the next day, and told how many Irish paupers were in the

z to meself, sez I, he's wan o' the sn

thought: to keep the Irish in the gutter. Do you suppose I would have been a teacher

on't be much left for me to do at the banquet,

d whin he was tin years old, an' niver got over it. Oh, yez may laugh away! Ye are all for the red, white, an' blue, till the Mare belts yez wid the red, white, an' blue, for

talk grew warmer, and then, seeing Arth

-diggers. He'd let them ru-manage all the saloons. He's as mad-as indignant as a hornet that he could not boo-get rid of them entirely during his term of office, and he had to speak out his feelings or bu-die. And he has put his foot in it artist

politicians rejoiced at the loquacity and bad temper of the Honorable Qui

ur subject, J

ory of Ireland," replie

tions of the hills. The merchants blessed the sour spirit which had provoked this display to the benefit of their treasuries. The hard streets seemed to be sprouting as the crowds moved about, and even the steps and corridors of the mayor's office glistened with the proscribed color. The cathedral on Mott Street was the center of attractio

rching for Ireland!"

yet," said anot

ithed with sudden stress of feeling. Arthur felt thrilled by the power of an emotion but vaguely understood. These exiles were living over in this moment the scenes which had attended their expulsion from home and countr

tic harmonies, the priest seemed as far away as heaven; he knew in his strength and his weakness the boy beside him, but this enwrapped attitude, this eloquent, still, unconscious face, which spoke of thoughts and feelings familiar only to the e

hands and beat his breast as if in anguish. Once she touched his arm caressingly. And the face which he turned towards her was stained with the unwiped tears; but when he stood up at the close of the Mass to see the regiment march down the grand aisle, his pale face showed so bitter an agony that Ar

s the surprising scenes about the church, but with Louis took a car uptown. Everywhere they heard hearty denunciations of the Mayor. At one street, their car being detained by the passing of a single d

e said. "Don't you know

N

een plumes

," va

day o' the

enteenth,

ear New

wenty mi

o' this car for twenty years, an' I never met anythin' quite so in

black, with a mouth so wide that its opening suggested the wo

can citizen in this city," he said. "I hop

poken but for a violent interruption. A man had ent

id the conductor in alarm, pointin

either," s

e emphatic gentleman. "It's an outrage that w

now a wild Irishman comes along, he goes for that orange ribbon, there

nd took off his gloves, "it's a darn sight easier an' cheaper for u

ed to the street, while the driver and the c

f the ribbon?" as

y surrender of principle if you

rthur blandly, "that yo

emphatic one, with a snap of the terrible jaws,

ely scramble followed, but the scene speedily resolved itself into its proper elements. The procession had passed, the car moved on its way, and the passengers through the rear door saw th

terest, drawing his breath with

s Catholic children and finds them Protestant homes where their

ppear grotesquely wide, and the play of strong feelings had produced vicious wrinkles on his spare face. He appeared to be a man of energy, vivacity and vulgarity, reminding one of a dinner of por

onia Westfield, what would he have been to-night but for the friendly hands outstretched to save him? Behold him in honor, in health, in hope, sure of love and some kind of happiness, standing before the people who had rescued him. The thousand impressions of the past six months sparkled into life; the sublime, pathetic, and amusing scenes of that day rose up like stars in his fancy; and against his lips, like water against a dam, rushed vigorous

impressed a rather callous crowd of notables, and an exaltation seized him. The

ft of eloquence,

ain," said Vandervelt, the literary a

ingham the financier remarked, and he

to-night," cried the Senator brokenly.

on marrying Mona Everard, "as usual closes the delicate sparring o

embarr

have the use of your eloquence; the lion Vandervelt, when you speak in my favor; Birmingham, please stump for me wh

e of service," sai

peech. Let me congratulate you on your uncle. They marvel at your eloquence; I, at your luck. Give m

nor came up then, and

h fluency in-your ear

except for making an uproar in a crowd. It seems ridiculous to show si

o with it. But let me warn you," and he looked about to make sure no one heard, "

orace Endicott would look for him in a popular Tammany orator? T

ound that Arthur had overshadowed the great speakers of the banquet. His speech was read in every gathering, its sa

e," said Judy. "It' ud be a proper punishment if the bread he ate, an' everythin'

ught, "and I won't have you spoiling Arthur's luck be cursing any wan. I'm too glad to have an orat

arn it. Indade, ye'll have a new flirt to yer tail, an' a n

? I'm his mother

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