The morning times., 1895-07-26
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p MARY.

hurry or snow dashed against the VIII
dows, though it was March and the even
ing before Easter. In the interests OF the
one-eyed stevedOre, the publican tossed
golden fluid from one tumbler into an
other four feet away, then back again,
without spilling drop. The artist and
the newspaper man watched a company OF
''hands" in a corner and were accused Of
siding with the one-eyed stevedore, who
was professional Jonah to games at cards.
well, lady" said the publican, of
woman who entered. "Oh, it's only you,
is it, Nary"
She was a tall woman, with dull eyes,
her skin yellow and loose, She shivered
and went over OF the fire in the crate.
One of her hands held lily.
The publican winked to the newspaper
man. who was often there for items.
"Going to trim your church for Easter,
Nary" he said.
The woman laughed.
"Suscipe, sancta Trinitas," she bur
lesgued, ''hanc ablationem," and threw
the lily into the fire.
French, wasn't it?" the publican asked
the newspaper man ''She lived in France
once, she says-was going TO be a nun,
till she fell in love with some artist, who
asked her TO marry him and went back on
her and married another girl. That's what
she says; but you needn't believe her
she's an opium fiend and naturally lies. -
1T was part OF the mass she repeated" +"
said the artist TO his friend, the newspaper
man. And that expression or her IaCel
Why, it's what I've been looking for for
my Mary"
His picture was to be of the saddest Mary
of the three.
just then there entered florist nlessen-
ger. He carried large design for church
altar, white roses and Easter Blies, with
flaming carnations spelling in the heart Of
tneIl the legend, ne Is Risen.
He deposited the affair on a table near
the fireplace, refreshed himself at the bar,
and Went over and looked on at the card
playing
The woman had little pipe, into which
she was about To puta sticky mixture, when
! her hand struck against the table where lay
the floral design. She glanced at the palDd
blossoms and the vivid lettering and did not
fill the pipe.
The publican came up to the newspaper
man again.
''She uses s. so worth OF opium day, .
he said Il wonder what she's doing with
the kid. Last month woman died in the
house where she lives and left u young one
Nobody wanted it till Mary ups and takes it,
.
raisin thatIl be. Look at her
( The womau's eyes were still fixed upon
/ the Easter emblem
I'D like to see her full face said the ar
1 tiSt. ''ThaJeXpres sion Ofdespa pairwoUldjust
/ suit my Mary's' face
! ASthoug hinanswer To his wish she turned
! her eyes full upon him. She stood thus til
| he had sketched her
You're an artist" she said. whats
! your name?"
! Why should he give her his right name
! he a success ssful artist, the brother OF a re-
! Gently dead genius whose Canya sses are
I famous.
! Don't know you, - she said, and turned
/ TO the fire again
why don't you write her up?" the ar
! tist asked his friend.
! Nothing original in her, =" was the answer.
! rs the two went over to tie card-pIaying and
! hecaaff Of the Jonah.
/ The artist looked round attle woman. She
was on her knees now and was looking at
something which she had taken from the
/ bosom of her dress. SHe looked at II IN
! tently, her head bending lower and lower
( over it.
! "Anyboy'd think you were freezin',
Mary" called out the publican. Get a
/ move on YOU; peOple1l have their suppers
( and be comm in soon and you're no Orna-
ment. Where's the kid, anyway"
A dazed look was in her eyes as she
/ raised them.
/ II left her in TIE kitchen" she said as
| she struggled TO her feet. She's too young
! to come into place like this, and went to
! the door and left the room.
/ Il thought a get rid OF her." commented
/ the publican, that meHtiOuin' the kid
/ The artist sauntered over 20 inAale the
/ fragrance of the flowers OD tde table.
/ Upon the floor near the fire was medallion
( He picked it up. 1t was that The woman
I had looked at as she knelt there. He
( glanced at it and the inscription on the
/ back OF 1t, For my deaeSt Mary" He
! looked around: nobody had seen him pick
! the thing up. He went over 10 his friend.
/ Come" he said, harshly, Il have had
| enough of this. Let US get out into the
I air"
/ But a wCmans shrek arrested them and
I here was she they called Mary rushing into
( the bar-room like a fury.
! She ran TO the publican and twined her
/ arms around him, crushing his Jeweled shirt
/ front
Where is she?" she screamed. where
| is the HtGie child? They have turned her
| out into the black world OF sin and shame;
my little one, my little one!''
The man freed himself OF her and with an
! oath pushed her aside.
She fell beside the table that held the
/ flowers for the church, her face resting
/ upon the bare wood of the table and dam
geTouSlv near the flowers. Only for an in
| slant. when she sprang up, her eyes bright
/ enough now and with all their lilm cleared
/ away
"Asperges me-" she cried. 'Asperres
me Thou shalt wash me and I shall be
made whittier than snow, my little lamb,
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