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

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should die. But he was married week
later. H..
The arm She held gave a twitch. and she
looked no at her companion S faCe. - "d7
invasive. and she did not know that Mona
han was mentally swearing at the eriahJ
But / was sorry he sold the ring, She
added in her quiet, patient voice. "lt ana
soem as if he might have kept it-Just 10 re-
mind him of-of what / used TO be, she ial-
tered. "And when | saw it there IN tnai
window it was something, part OF me- ina,
was gone.
She walked for quite awhile without say-
inc ANYTHING. and MOnahan, his IRISH hcdrt
a0amc. understood all she meant by those
last words: that the little token, purchased
AT the cost Of penny savings, was a keepsake
Of those unmarried days when all her sKic5
were filed with hope As he babe her good
night at the steps Of the noisy tenement IN
which She had a room ne leaned toward her
and said quietly: ..,..
I'm glad its there, in Triggers window;
for il brings YOU where | can see you. Ana
| have grown to watch for your coming.
THE weeks slipped along, and the cold
L ness increased. The nightly visits took
on n more intimate tone, and once Monanan
tried to lend her money; but met |ith
sturdy refusal Pcrplcxed and sohcitouS ne
tried to plan ways TO relieve her; Tor ne oD-
served her increasing shabblneSS, ana tle
thinness of her garb. He discoyered' WIN
secret delight, that now when she talked 10
him she no longer held the handkerchief 10
her face. and TO him the scars were beauti-
full badge attcsting the glores OF VahahJ
and loyal soul Alonahan wished that ne
might bear them, as a fearless soldier pears
his wounds. She cOnildcd TO nm the diSap-
Dointmcnts of her DAYS, and here and there,
through her accomplishing words, crept the
barb of her misfortune, always the same
the heartlcss stabs delivered by those VINO
did not know the history OF her face. Mona
han wondered at the Obtufcness OF the WoIld:
and could have murdered those who turned
her away. g.,
Once ne got her TO accompany him, with
his mother, 10 a moving picture snow ana
on that memorable night he was proud Of
the old Irishwoman who was proud OF her
bov. because the elder woman caught that
Scared waif TO her breast as they parted
and kissed her. as if she was a child Of her
m.
and his face writhed as he turned away.
The wise old woman said nothing as she
turned 10 her room at night; but caught his
head in her hands and for a long time looked
into his honest ewes, before she lifted herself
on tiptoe and with a strange tenderness, as
of one parting, kissed him goodnight.
The Christmas traffic ran apace, and was
heavy. Crowds, parcel laden, thronged the
streets. and the whole sordd world relaxed,
each individual in his way. The miser
opened his purse strings, the prosperous man
bought lavishly, strangers smiled and spoke
to one another in passing, and motorcars
broke speed laws on that night when Mona
han. again in citizens clothes, met and
walked with her. Happiness exhaled from
her: for the tide had turned. She eXulted
and told him Of her success, and he eXulted
with her, knowing all it meant. She had
found one who understood and was kindly,
and had secured a position. She was to
move her meager belongings on the morrow.
True, the pay was not very generous; but
there was a home. and something else to be
t.l,,..,. ,Io.,. tho child chp U-oc n care for