The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-01-02
Our Daily Sport Story

ble as seemed unfamiliar, so long had 1t been since she had seen one like il I-and when 1t was all complete, she called Mrs. MuIligan.
 "A faste, a faste" As Mrs. Multi. gan stood in the doorway wipinR hei lglistening red arms on her apron, she looked picture of good nature, good cheer. Many a time had she given of her own limited store. rejecting ve- hemently Mrs. Relevan's objections | 'Shure you'd do the same if you had it. darlint. Toosh-don't be foolish"
 She was the life of the little party Tonight. and little Margaret, climbing into her lap. threw her diminutive arms around her neck, and resting her fair small head lovingly against her ample shoulder. I'm going to stay UT to hear the chimes ring" she mur- mured sleepily, but even while she spoke the last remnant of candy drop- ped from her small. chenched fist, and she fell fast asleep.
 | An that divil." muttered Mrs. Mul- | Ilgan as her mother softly tucked the coverlet around the small, childish form, could lave a choiId like that Be gorra, the min have no hearts no | heartsw
 | The two women sat late into the night. They had been drawn one to another by common bond, the bond Of woman's suffering. Their rooms ad- joined one another, and as they toiled day after day. one at the wash-t tub, the other at the machine, working for the pare privilege of existence, they en- couraged one another with cheering words, each essaying to Tighten the oth- er's burden. /
 "A Happy New Year." whispered Mrs. Relevan softly, as the last tune fuI chime rang out that night. "A Happy New Year"
 The same to you, darlint, an man ny more O thim Mrs. Mulligan's $ door closed softly. There was dark ness and quiet in the stretch of gloom between them.
 I'd like to pay the interest on the brooch. l cannot take 1t out just now"
 The sweet voice stirred him strange | ". It was like a strain of sweet mu- sic. whose impelIing beauty Is never forgotten. He had remembered it all through the long year. Backendorr had succeeded to his fathers business by the natural law of heritage from father to son. Its sordidness had not robbed his nature of its inherent crav- Ing for, what might be called for lack or more approprite word, sentiment '
 Here was a woman of a different type from the others-a different type from his own wife, whose coarse voice rang in his ears even now. He finger ed for moment in the darkened room behind the crescent shaped window and then emerged from a door next it, with something clutched tightly in his hand. With one keen glance he ob- served the shabbiness of the poorly dressed woman before him,
 They were alone in the deserted out CT room. The man leaned heavily against the door leading to the hall way and thence to the street.
 would you not rather have this than your own plain brooch?" he asked ran idly, hurriedly. "See-it is a diamond And its setting is beautiful. It is of the best. You"
 He moved towards her, attempting to seize her hand.
 ''Stop!" she cried in a ringing voice. T came here to pay the interest on my brooch.
 He slunk through the half-opened door then. the diamond heart seeming to burn his fingers.
 when she had gone, he sank into a chair "confound it." he muttered, 'and so shabby, too"
 "Another year gone by, we, haven't been sick amy to think of, an thank God we didn't want for food" Mrs, Mulligan was hostess tonight, and her kindly face fairly beamed with it's hearty welcome and good will, the grace of the New Year already appear