The Green Forest tribune., 1911-03-03

of Tageruach. the hagiographer I'll give him enough of the Irish idiok to make him more respectful"
 The light was out, and the small. brave voice bidding them goodnight from the dark room. They groped downstairs, and tore away from the garrulity of Mother Geehan
 They came to a more prententious street, where trade, 1t could be sur missed, fiourished by day And again the priest paused; this time before lofty building. whose great doors and windows in the lowest floor were care fully shuttered and barred. Its higher apertures were dark save in the third story, the windows of which were brilliantly lighted Lorisons ear caught distant, regular, pleasing drumming as of music above. They stood at an angle of the building Up along the side nearest them, mounted an iron stairway. At it's top was an upright, illuminated parallelogram. Father Rogan had stopped. and stood, musing:
 T will say this much" he remarked, thoughtfully: T believe you to be a better man than you think yourself to be, and a better man than I thought some hours ago. But do not take this" he added with a smile, 4as much praise l promised you possible de- liverance from an unhappy perplexity. l will have to modify that promise 1 can only remove the mystery that en- hanced that perpleXity. Your deliver ance depends upon yourself Come"
 He led his companion Up the stair way. Halfway up, Lorison caught him by the sleeve. Remember" he gasped, T love that woman"
 You desired to know"
 T. Go on"
 The priest reached the landing at the top of the stairway. Lorison, be- hind him, saw that the illuminated space was the glass upper half of door opening into the lighted room.
 Lorison stopped breathing when he set foot on the highest step. for the priest stood aside, and motioned him to look through the glass of the door His eye, accustomed to the dark ness. met first blinding glare, and then he made out the faces and forms of many people, amid an extravagant display of splendid robings-billowy laces, brilliant hued fnery, ribbons, silks and misty drapery And then he caught the meaning of that jarring hum, and he saw the tired pale, hap. py face of his wife, bending. as were score of others. over her sewing machine-toiling, toiliRg. Here was the folly she pursued, and the end of his quest
 He took quick step, and reached out his hand for the doorknob. Fla ther Rogan was quicker to arrest it and draw him back.
 You use my trust in you oueerly," said the priest, sternly. What are you about to do?"
 T am going to my wife" said Lori- son. Let me pass"
 Listen" said the priest, holding him firmly by the arm T am about to put you in possession of a piece of knowledge of which, thus far, you have scarcely proved deserving. I do not think you ever will; but will not
 
 room the woman you married, work ing for frugal living for herself. and a generous comfort for an idolized brother. This building belongs to the l chief costumer of the city For months the advance orders for the coming Mardi Gras festivals have kept the work going day and night. I myself secured employment here for Norah She tolls here each night from nine o'clock until daylight, and. besides | carries home with her some of the finer costumes requiring more dell cate needlework and works there part of the day. Somehow, you two have remained strangely ignorant of each others lives Are you convinced now that your wife is not walking the streets?"
 Let me go to her" cried Lorison, again struggling, and beg her for. giveness!"
 Sir" said the priest, do you owe me notning? Be quiet. It seems so often that heaven lets fall it's choicest gifts into hands that must be taught to hold them. Listen again You for got that repentant sin must not com- promise, but look up, for redemption, to the purest and best You went to her with the fine-spun sophistry that peace could be found in mutual guilt; and she, fearful of losing what her heart so craved thought 1t worth the price to buy it with a desperate pure, beautiful lie. l have known her since the day she was born; she is as innocent and unsullied in life and deed as holy saint In that lowly street where she dwells she first saw the light, and she has lived there ever since, spending her days in generous self-sacrific for others. Och ye spal- peen!" continued Father Rogan, rais- ing his finger in kindly anger at Lori son. What for, I wonder, could she be afther making a fool of hersilf, and shamin' her swate soul with lies, for the like of you!"
 Sir" said Lorison, trembling, say what you please of me Doubt it as you must, l will yet prove my grati- tude to you, and my devotion to her But let me speak to her once now, let me kneel for just one moment at her feet, and"