The Savannah morning news., 1901-03-03

hat-and the sight of It was not inspirit-
ing. Il was pale and drawn, with a bruise
showing upon one cheek, overlooking
with grief or suffering, the eyes heavy
as with weeping, the lips tight and quiv-
Cring. In the sunshine maybe it had been
winsome; now In the gloom and glare it
looked tragic. Her whole bearing was
listless and weary; she seemed stricken
of hopelessness and she rocked this way
end that, as if hushing the child, with
the ceaseless monotony of one fearing
despair. She seldom spoke, hardly once
looked her companion in the face; just
waiting and suffering, she seemed to
stand, listening and watching, counting
precious minutes of time. But the man
stood impassive before her; stolid, you
might think, as an OK.
Suddenly a bell tinkled somewhere, a
signal dropped heavily, the station mas
ter, in his silk hat and braided coat,
Stalked out on the platform; two car
drivers, porter and policeman stroled
into the gloom, and with that the woman
stepped nearer to the man, so that her
arms touched his, and looked up in his
lace. She was crying, one could see;
speaking passionately, one could guess.
What was she saying? Why was she
weeping? What had she done, or what
was in store, that she should act so,
should plead so, should strip the shawl
from her child and passionately kiss Its
lace, should waste her tears on that OK
oil a yoke? Hastily, and touched with
much pity, I turned to Dan, questioning
nm eagerly. Who was she? / asked.
What had she done? What was going to
happen? And for answer came the thun-
ucr OF the train below our feet and the
grinding of it up along the platform.
Rz-
a little while, the porter calling, the po-
hceman stalking, the car drivers shout
ing, IA passenger or two hurrying in and
out and clearly above the hiss of steam
ana tramp of feet one heard the sound
OF wailing that bitter sound which goes
up SO often among Irish hills. "Ah, good
pye, James," came the voice, clear and
broken, piteous and stricken. Goodbye,
goodbye. Ye forgive me, don't We? All.
say ye dor Through the gloom one had
Slght of the two-the man standing with
MS bundle by an open carriage door, the
woman clinging to HIM with one arm and
noIding her ch Id with the other. James, -
she cried, 81 may never see ye again.
An, say ye dol" Her voice came pleading
and wailing. From the windows curious
laees looked toward her, and a little
group behind her whispered and nodded.
But the man stood impassive, one foot
raised. a hand on the carriage door his
mead beut-then. even as the guard rails
ca his whistle, flung I'm his bundle, turn
ed and spread his arms.
'Ah, goodbye James. God bless ye-God
bless yeg
Goodbye, Mary; goodbye"
Just a moment they S. God silent; then
bang and a shrek, a frantic wave OF
lne hand and a shout from the window
ana Mary stood alone ln the gloom.
for a while Dan and ! were silent upon
me parapet Then. said /, careessly as
] might:
An em'grant. J suppose7"
NO. A resorvist"
on on 10 join his regiment. Poor fell
.oW," said I. and with the words Dan
turned quickly
Poor fellowi Arrah. what about him.
bt imagine core button for hls
'lh Noi l-not ~ Irs herself" said
'sl' nodd ng toward the lonely nEure
ai fiiH stood boxing through tbe
"i.tp' "Ah, cpl hep bier. piiy Der