The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-10-08
The Evening Story
REcLA1M1NG HER HUSBAND.

call unannounced in Henry street. The
outposts are legion. some OF them are
bound to he even beyond the confines
Of Henry street itself. in Il group Of
marble players IN Waller street, or
among a flying squadron of car clippers
on Blue Island avenue. On sight Of
any stranger whose destination they
know. these lookouts will either COM
municate the news to the nearest
member OF the household. or dive
down some alley short cut and deliver
the announcement. avent courier
fashion. in kitchen door or window.
1t was a sweltering July day. when
Micky Finnegan shouted at Johnny
Casey:
Yer aunt's COMM" and then spiel
ed the fence near the kitchen window
to watch the arrival. 1t was no Sc
cret to any in Henry street. not
even to the clannish Russian Jews.
that Mrs. Casey's sister seldom visited
her. and by the time she reached the
top of the stairs leading down to the
large and unahashed following.
Mrs. Casey thanked her stars that
she didn't happen to be washing. She
is usually washing-not having any
special day for it. but doing a little
Whenever necessity urges and her fee
BILE strength allows.
Today the kitchen was fairly clean
and clear Of litter. Nellie, the spot
ted mongrel who was dethrcned from
first place in Johnny's heart when the
garden fever set in. was sleeping UNI
der the cold stove and trying. no
doubt. to believe II as delectable a
spot as Tire cool. miry one whence
Johnny had routed her with a scant-
ling.
The children. oven to the baby six
teen months old. were playing in the
street when Mickey shouted his an.
nouncement. but they we're in Mrs.
Foley's wake. every one, before she
6 her sisters door.
Come in. Kate! Sure I'm glad to
see ye." said Mrs. Casey. AN how
are ye."
I'm bad. Mollie. I'm awful bad. NJ,
stum'ck won't work at ALL"
At this interesting beginning the
followers canle closer. They included
hve. Caseys, three Conleys from across
the street. Inc an indefinite nulnbr Of
Russian Jews from upstairs and next
door n everywhere. The small
Kitchen was crowded to s%uffocation.
the Jews waxing SO bold as to stano
under Mrs. Foley's very nose and to
handle her garments with appraising
fingers.
Fer tn love az Hivin. sind off some
ley cried. irrita bly,.
With no little difficulty Mrs. Casey
chased them out. but she had to shut
the door to keep them at bay. In a
the heat became u%nbearable
and the door had to be opened again,
With Johnny and Midget stationed at
the threshold to defy invaders sit.
uation Of command of which they
made the most. Johnny enforcing his
orders with a battered broom.
Its a foine day whin a Christian
nodS can't Gallon her OWL sister an
TIL her troubles widout bein' run oy-
er w1d a pack O. sheenies," observed
Mrs. Foley. who lives beyond the con-
nnes OF the Ghetto AN feels frank
COMMUNICATION for her poor relations.
Ana Just to spite the curious beyond
n thresholds. Mrs. Foley entered up.
on no discussion of her "stum'ck" and
its woes. but piled her sister with
questions about the welfare Of the
CaseFs until Mollie. who had been dis
patched for beer, returned with her
est. YOU" =
rs he workin'?" inquired the guest.
"Of non. He do be hayin. = dav
now.n.agin. but not stiddy. stone
cutt1n' be a bad bizness. winter it's
100 cold to work.. an summers it's
too warm. I'm after telIin' Johnny
here. whin he goes to work. to take
up wild a trade that's indoors so he
Kin git on in all withers."
rs he drinkin' much?"
Not much. He do be havin' hi.
drinks ivrN day.a and aveDin's he bring
ms min IN here to play and h,<.e their
D00r. XIII AylrA ~ rD~ ---.
wise. nivir see the man Wit that was
ar runt. they all have tn failin.' But
us not tn drink Id mind if he was
toost stiddy. tell We. Kate. We can
stand most annythin' if they're stiddy
an got ambition T. git on. That's
git on
The moral tone Of Mrs. Casey's re-
nections was a disappointment to the
Jews. Jhey h~earkened to a little Of
II. Their melted reluctantly away. Even
me CaseNs found 1t Familiarity dull
and struggled off. one by one, to other
pursuits.
Win it's not wan thing tia n
other observed Mrs. Foley, senten-
tiously. We think If yer man'd be
stiddy. I'd be all right. but my mans
stiddy. yit I'm goin' to be outs Wild
him." y" wiz
Fer TIL love Az Hivin," cried Mrs.
Casey. why"
Count o my bein' sick 20 much.
He says he's tired OF. It's "hidache"
here. an me stum'ck" there. an
"midicfne an docther bills i~vrywhere."
he saws. an I'm toired av IT, he saws.
an ] wish I'd die IN be done wild
it," wiz
Mrs. F,oley's tears fell as she ron
ciuded-big. briny drops that rolled
slowly down her shrunken cheeks and
sp)ashed on the scrawny hands folded
passively in her lap.
Mollie and the baby stared, wide
eye. even the baby sensing the scene
az unusual. and Mollie quite wisely
aware that 1t was no ordinary day
when her Aunt Kate came to their
Kitchen to cry. For Aunt Kate's hus-
band was a. stationary engineer who
earned his sixty-hve dollars a month
and held his head very high.
There we're no children in the Foley
hat-only high-colored 'enlargements'
Of children's photographs-ltttle girls
IN much Hamburg edging and wide
sashes. and little boys in enormous
Fauntleroy collars and queer. little
round derby hats. The children were
all in Calvary. whittier most of them
fhere had been ten) had gone before
oven the days Of saAhes and stiff hats.
Perhaps it was because she hac
nothing to do that Mrs. Foley found
80 much time to he sick. Mrs. Casey,
with her seven, children alive and four
dead. and Casey lacking ambition t.
git on" was no less broken down ana
ailing. but had far less time to re-
member the fact. II Casey had wished