The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1900-08-10

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Il should be off again. murmured
the girl.
It's that you are loo.ing for some
one then, that's the tale. l know it
all You've been going to mines and
around to the coke-ovens, and about
the shops and furnaces. Your man or
your sweetheart"
Sweetheart or ever we were so
high" holding one hand little above
the floor
"And you've been working and saw
ing to come across water?
ITS mother and me. She gave me
ever bit of half the passage"
"She wants you to have him?"
"And find him"
And your name?'
Eta Mcguire"
mot tia McCloskey's grill"
"Yes."
"She married Emmett Mcguire. Me
and her has been a-Katherining to-
gether many is the day"
shes dead sixteen year"
"Ah, me, that it is always. They are
dead-dead What's the age of your
Eighteen come Saint Kentigern'
day
"Ain't you hungry then?"
"She gave me something" with a
grateful look at Nora, but it's here"
and one hand fluttered to her heart,
land Mike-no,-not dead!"
She would have fallen but that
Nora's arms caught and held her up.
| Fetch the cot, Pat, and stretch it
here. Never a bit could we get her
Neutrality-suspicious. it come to
that" Morals face now was as white
as the strangers.
"Mike-you were saying"
SHANE. Nora. to poster her"
But Nora persisted. "Mike-?"
"Mille-do you know him?-Mike
Kllibrew?" ...
"You are never meaning him"
SHANE. Nora. And amt there a
hundred and one of your Mike KILL
brews!"
His hair is like asphodels, yellow
and curly-,"ou know him?-"
The ANXIOUS eyes looked into Nora's,
but they grew meaningless and wan
dering. The long strain had been too
much.
The gentle voice went on and on,
with stories of boy and girl love, with
bits of old Irish song. tales of st. Pat
rick's festivals, of midsummer divina-
tions-and always the same name
over and over
The two women sat long in silence
at their watch over the stranger.
when was it then, Nora, that you
and your Mike was to marry?"
at was next month" Unconscious
ly she spoke as though it were thing
no longer to be looked forward to. A
faint light OF stars came out over the
lake. Nora rose to put on walking
coat
"Where are you going to, Nora?"
81 want Pat TO go with me-to the
furnace"
but this poor creature
"And amt there a hundred and one
of your Mike Killibrews?"
"There amt but one man on earth
for her"
"The same for other folks" Nora
was tying her bonnet strings.
at amt the same growing up with
one like and just moving a man
six months or So.
Nora tied a careful bow under her
chin. Something far tighter seemed
tied about her heart as the blue eyes
smiled up at her from the cot.
The Park furnace was a patch of
black on the gray evening. The smoke
from its chimneys made quivering
shadows along the dim earth. The
doors of the ovens that Waterman
Mike Killibrew attended seemed like
doors to the Internal regions. Within
were whirling blazes, flames of red,
blue and gold wheeled vehemently
round and round. like the curbed
wings of some fallen angel-im-
prisoned, bound, but still full of futile
restlessness.
Nora went near the Waterman and
touched his shoulder.
"Oh. Nora? You scared me. Why,
what brings you here! | thought you
were one of the Little Folks-the fair
les. they are out to-night-this is neen
ma Beal tina!"
MAY Eve. / know it. Pat come with
me; you want afraid, eh, Pat?"
"Those Little Folks'n give you and
Pat both a blast for daring them"
They talked of many things ere
Nora could bring herself to speak of
what had brought her there.
I'm wondering. Mike. if you ever
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