New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-02-08

this Jim coulI u''
rI,1F no proved dccoy worth while for on the very
Il ,ext night She was again there and Monthih inns
,;,,c advanced boldly and wished her Good evening
Ills salute was answered with "a little smile "ih'n
nror,ntlv drew generous return from ms IuEbD'
vcathcr-beatcn face The man discovered something
else that there was great and wstiul loncsomene''
=, ,i, lr,n eve. that looked mp at him, and he was
hungry To know the He even walked me e'eln
Of his beat with her as She departed, and long alter se
hi i;,,caro1 the. cadence of her voice chung 10 ms
n,rs Il was "a wonderful voice, Monahan decde1 so
f,r of refinement So soft and low just such voice as
orr Lady might have could She but speak, Il very
fitting voice indeed. +,
ON Nonahan's next night off their acquaintance had
.,rccI g, fart that She smiled at his civilian garD and
eoo,cl Glad that ne could walk farther with her than
the Lamp post in the middle Of the block that had NTH
erto been the end Of their Journey. And Monahah
found himself bursting into speech, bubDlng WIN H.
telling her little incidents Of his boyhood, and praising
his mother. ace
4You'd ike her, he rumblcd enthusiastically "She
= wonderful mother She is, Do YOU know, I'd like TO
b,. Won, come and see her. would" and he fancied
that there was again that lonely, wstul look IN heT
ewes as She stared up him. but She sad nothing "t
which he was little disappointed, and perhaps a
trac hurt She walked silently for q block or two, and
NIonahan didn't like that. He wanted TO hear her
voice He made a reckless attempt at further CONVEX
sation following that desire.
APO YOU know. he said with his Slight touch OF
the gentle Irish infection that it was Of my mother
thought when first saw YOU, The GIRL poor little
thing. has the nooragy,' says TO myself And that
all that ails nv mother-nay the saints preserve her.
Otherwise she's lust wee little woman as strong as
anv of them and with heart that opens to everything
in Gods world Does it hurt YOU much;'
She suddenly held the handkerchief closer to her
face and Monahan thought She drew away from him
little ooh, 1t doesn't hurt at all, she SAID III
isn't neuralgia"
She glanced up at him again. and the light OF an arc
LIGHT BETRAYED his great sympathy as he looked down
at her She seemed to understand all at once the ven
Grafton and desire to protect that weled from him IN
food and she spoke almost desperately, as though she
desired to unburdcn herself to someone.
Its not a physical pain that makes me nod my
face she said hurredly. Its something far worse
something that makes people stare at me-and that
isn't ALL Some Of them laugh"
She started ahead and Monahan followed.
@Cant-can't YOU tell me- he asked and was then
sorry for an instant lest he had been rude. Not that
that want to be buttin' in; but" He clenchcl his
big. capable fists and forgot himself. Damn EN-! he
burted @Id ike to see the blackguard thad laugh at
YOU! I'd knock his block off that's what III dor
~You don't know, she said quietly. and besides
that would do no good. Some OF them can't help it,
suppose.
LIE was not a man to stop when intent on anything,
IL and so as they walked again asked her what 1t all
meant; until she, still hungcring for sympathy told
him. 1t was a very tritc little story Of the poor,-the
poor in the midst Of whom Monahan had been reared
the respectable poor that have to fight the allies Temp
tation and the Wolf the time, in never-endlng
battle 1t the story, told in broken sentences OF
a girl who had gone to the public schools until her
mother died. then had been housekeeper for an over
worked father, until premature blast in one OF the
excavations for q new s,yscraper had obliteracd him.
After that had come the struggle to obtain work and
keep respectable against the odds Of finding herself un-