The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-10-24
LOVE NEVER FAILETH
Story by Annie Nettleton Bourne, of New Haven, in
 American Magazine.

(Note-Mrs. Bourne is the wife of Professor Edward G. Bourne of Yale.)
 Grove street had ouieted down for the night Far apart lamps fickered' and the moonlight sitting through arching elmboughs lent mystery and depth to the vista It might have been village asleep. Battling carts and shouting teamsters and swift moving men and women seemed far ther off than the day.
 Half concealed by the shadow of tree, half in the vivid moonlight was the motionless figure of man. He sat on the curb, with bent back and head, his clasped hands hanging down between his knees. At long in tervaIs some one passed behind him on the sidewalk but he did not stir. Suddenly he lifted his head, all at &ention; a quick step had sounded up the street. He slipped along into the shadow and was motionless again. The step came nearer, then 1t was not heard; a woman glided close to the fence and passed the motionless fig ure silently on the grass. She had turned the corner before the man moved. Then he walked swiftly until he caught up with her.
 ''Magl" he said gently, laying a hand on her shoulder.
 The woman uttered sound of ter- TOT and drew away.
 oo,,nst,+ I,ar orv,1 snnnFh ynII be afraid of me, MagW There was appeal in his voice.
 The woman's manner changed at once, and she let him walk by her side.
 I've got work" he said, ian there ia three dollars comin' to me the night. An I didn't taste dhrop since Mag. I'll be home to you be the sthroke O nine" He gave her arm a rough pressure and tried to kiss her.
 Not here, Tom" sine begged. "1'll be waitin' fur you home"
 The man turned away down side street and the woman quickened her pace. Her thoughts came fast. Thank God, she had the home for him to come to! It had been hard to keep 1t by days work, Should she wake up Patsy to see his father? No, he would see him in the morning. Tom would not leave her again Twice he had come back since he went away in fit of drunken rage, but only to take her earnings and curge her. Once he had struck her. II had a right to tell him I'd shut the door on him." she said to her. self. "oh! I'm soft" Her heart bounded. She would set the lamp In the window and have supper on the table.
 As the city clocks were striking nine Maggie stood at her open door peer ing up and down the street. When the chimes sounded the quarter and the half, she was still there, though she had been inside dozen times to set back the tea kettle or stir the fire or peep behind the curtain at Patsy asleep on his cot The room was warm and oderous of coffee and frying saul sages. It looked pleasant to Maggie as she pictured Tom coming into it,
 On Grove street, in the quiet moon light, man sat on the curb. Several times he made motion to rise but sank back again. At last he got to his feet and tried to walk but he stag gered and almost fell. Stretching out his arms with a beseeching gest- ure, he pressed forward few steps. Then he stopped, his body swaying to right and left moment before he sank down at the foot of tree.
 "Gee!"
 This was Patsy's morning invoca- tion as he bobbed up rom his cot and shifted noisily. Still sniffing, he slid to the floor and followed his nose to the stove. It was hot. On the back sausages were sizzling and coffee steamed. On the table he saw the customary half loaf, and beside its us- ual accompaniment of bottle of milk, there was butter.
 Patsy was benumbed for a moment. Then, gradually, relation between these objects and himself brightened his face. He broke off 8 corner of the loaf, used the piece to shove a sausage onto broken saucer, and then stood transferring it rapidly from the hot fat to his mouth until the