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Manners, J. Hartley, 1870-1928

"Peg O' My Heart"

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"Plaze don't," she pleaded earnestly. "I wouldn't rest aisy if I
thought of you with yer arm around one of those fine ladies' waists,
as it was around mine such a little while ago--an' me all alone
here. Ye won't, will ye?"
"No, Peg; I will not."
"An' will ye think o' me?"
"Yes, Peg, I will."
"All the time?"
"All the time."
"An' I will o' you. An' I'll pray for ye that no harm may come to
ye, an' that HE will bless ye for makin' me happy."
"Thank you, Peg."
He motioned her to go in. He was getting anxious. Their voices might
be heard.
"Must I go in NOW?" asked Peg. "NOW?" she repeated.
"You must."
"With the moon so high in the heavens?"
"Someone might come."
"An' the music comin' across the lawn?"
"I don't want you to get into trouble," he urged.
"All right," said Peg, half resignedly. "I suppose you know best.
Good night, Jerry, and thank ye."
"Good night, Peg."
He bent down and kissed her hand reverently.
At the same moment the sound of a high power automobile was heard in
the near distance. The brakes were put on and the car came to a
stand-still. Then the sound of footsteps was heard distinctly coming
toward the windows.
"Take care," cried Jerry. "Go in. Someone is coming.


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