The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1913-05-30

worried. "Cornelias thirty. It's time
for her to settle, and She'll make a
good wife. They'll live here, too.
There'll be no kicking up OF their
heads and going off to Europe or New
York and thinking themselves too
good to come back to California, like
Maggie Duffy and her baronet. ] want
them here. l want to see some grand
children round this house before die.
l want to know where Cons money Is
going to-"
She sighed, and 1t was obvious that
her heart was heavy.
YES" she said. "it's a good mar
riage and I'm pleased at 1t. Jacks
Roman Catholic but you can't have
everything down here in this world"
The Ryans were Professionals, almost
the only prominent Irish-American
family in San Francisco which be-
longed to that church. Cornelius
and went out with the Orangemen
when they paraded He had been firm
| in his faith and so had his wife, and
with the Hibernian's violent devotion
to creed they had made public their
antipathy to the Church of Rome and
! their hopes that their children would
not make alliances with it's members.
ooh WE'LL" said Cannon with a
shrug of vague tolerance, "a mans be.
| liefs don't matter. With woman It's
different thing. She brings up the
children and takes her religion hard
Jack won't interfere with Cornelia
that way"
Perhaps not" said the mother
There was slight pause and then
! she said with sigh:
well, thank God, one Of my chill
dren's going to marry as want"
She was gazing into the fire and did
not notice the quick look, sly and
piercing. that her companion shot at
her. The conversation had suddenly
without any effort of his, fallen upon
the subject to which he had intended
directing 1t.
! YES" he said, looking away from
her, you've had one disappointment
That's enough"
Disappointment" she echoed in 6
loud voice. disappointment? I've
lost my son: lost him as If he wal
dead-worse than if he was dead, fol
then I'd know he was happy and safe
somewhere"
1t was cry of pain, Rachel mourn
ing for her child. The note Of feeling
In it checked the remark on Cannon!
lips. He understood what her suffer
ing was and respected it.
why, Bill Cannon" she went on
turning the perturbed fierceness Of hel
face on him, chow often do you thinl
l see my boy? What ties do yol
think he has with his home? He came
up here after he'd got back from Ante
lope, but before that I'd only seen hin
once in six weeks"
That's pretty hard" he commented
his elbow on the arm Of the chair, hi
chin sunk in the cup Of his up-curlet
hand. That's pretty tough. l didn'
know it was as bad as that"
Nobody knows anything about him
He won't let them. He won't let me
He's proud, and trying to hide it all
That's the reason he comes up here 81
seldom He knows l can see into him
see through him, clear through him
and he don't want me to see how mis-
cradle he is"
"Oh!" said the old man, moving
slightly and raising his eyes to look a
her. The intersection was full Of sig
nificance, pregnant with understand
ing, appreciation and enlightenment
He was surprised himself. He hat
thought, and had understood from
Dominick, that no one, especially NJ
one of his own people, know Of TIT
young mans domestic infelicities
Neither of them was shrewd enough t.
realize that the mother would guess
would know by instinct.
And what do you suppose he cam'
up for that once?" pursued Mrs. Ryan
You could guess lot of times bu