Evening star., 1914-10-11
Continued from page S

And while she bought one 6rst-class and
one second-class ticket from the steamship
agent in Queenstown, the slightly indis-
posed Ramori lay in his hotel, gasping as
does dying fish for air, motionless, supine,
threatening each moment to make the
brave project of recovery dream.
1Just to see the old girl standing there
pered family over and over as if to fortify
his strained courage, and by shutting his
eyes he could fancy the lift of her torch, the
smell of the earth after the voyage, the dis
tant hum of the land that he claimed as his
own, which he hungered for as for his own,
and in whose healing he believed as he did
in God Almighty. The breath of the sea air
for forty-eight hours, as he waited, seemed
like wine to his broken lungs; but the barom-
eter troubled him, and the widow, tired
of trotting below to consult it, finally pur-
loined it and hung it on the foot of his bed.
1t fascinated him, it tormented him. Once,
fantastically, it drove him to despair.
"If it's too rough" he muttered YEARLY,
when it crawled to @Change," @the boat
won't put in. And 1 amt exactly admittin'
it, but week might whip me-"
He got his thin, white fingers together on
the counterpane, closed his eyes, and
prayed as best he knew how:
@Lord, make it smooth-just for me-
Can't you see l amt givin' up, and am doin'
my best? I'm most at the end of my string,
Big Friend, and if you don't make it smooth
tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll be mighty dis
couraged, and1l have hard work to ever get
home again. You've stopped the waves be-
fore, and I'm prayin' you to do it again, just
to help poor, tough-luck cuss like me from
losin' his biggest fght!"
And thus he prayed and gathered strength,
this man who refused to surrender and die
HI've got that interference ye tried to ex-
plain to me fixed up," announced a tri-
umphant, hearty voice as the door opened,
and the widow Murphy appeared by his
bedside. II met man knew in Dublin
be the name of Hogan. Hogan's goin' to
walk ahead of yez. He hands out his ticket;
thin, just as you've handed yours, Hogan
turns back, and says he, Don't get re-
ceipt, Misther?' That sta-arts an argy-
There goes me Cousin, says to the officer,
and 'Phwat for do you be after palaverin' so
much?' to Hogan. And bechune us we
makes so much of ruction that yez will be
out of the way before we're DONE"
She said more, much more, being proud
of her conspiracy, but discovered at the end
of fifteen minutes that her charge was peace
fully sleeping.
HIS sleep was scarcely less peaceful than
II the sleep of the sea when, clinging to
the widows arm on one side, and the merci-
full Hogans on the other, he boarded the
mail tender the next morning. 1t seemed to
him that it had taken almost his last ounce
of strength to descend from the cab on the
pier and walk such short distance; but
now he sat on the bench on the upper deck
and watched the land slip backward. The
white old watch towers looked down from
above, and he whispered to himself, 3Got
to be just like them-front face, no shakin',
no finchin'. It's your life you're gamblin'
for today, Teddy. Play the man! Don't
give in!"
AnMously he looked upward at the lofty
rail of the liner and at the open port door
into which men were swinging the gang
plank. Already the mails were shooting
upward in frantic haste, and venders of lace,
b1ackthorns, carved gewgaws, and pipes
were scurrying aboard the great ship to sell
their wares to those who wanted souvenir,
or what they conceived to be a bargain.
Here and there homesick emigrant shouted
parting word. Excited persons pushed to
and fro. The rail above was lined with faces
and shoulders as the passengers from Liver
pool leaned over to stare at the scene below.
Everyone on the tender seemed intent on