Evening star., 1927-08-15
for Rose-Mary! Why, she's descended
from the kings of Ireland"

for Rose-Mary! Why. she's descended
from the kings of Ireland"
And for all you know. Able her
husband may be descended from the
kings of Jerusalem.' continued Father
Whalen.
"No, just plain Jew." came quiet
voice behind them.
1t was Able, who had entered with.
out either of them seeing him.
But l love Rose-Mary, Mr.. Muir
phy,. and I wouldn't do a thing to
hurt her. Can you say as much?"
Patrick Murphy shrugged his shoul'
ders and turned away.
"The lad is right, Patrick" said
Father Whalen. And, crossing to
Able, he asked him in an undertone
to keep the others in the kitchen for
moment.
Able nodded at once and went out
again. But he had barely gone when
the door-bell rang a second time.
Father Whalen went to answer 1t. 1t
was DIR. Samuels this time. The two
clergymen shook hands while Patrick
Murphy grunted.
"Huh! The Jewish parson."
DIR. Samuels disregarded this breach
of good manners and said pleasantly:
so you came all the way from Cal
ifornia to spend Christmas with Rose
Mary?"
"I did notv' shouted Patrick Muir.
ply" II came to see me granddar-
ter" He turned to Father Whalen.
II couldn't carry everything upstairs
at once. I'm going back to get the
rest of the toys"
He left the two clergymen together
and went out the door.
Father Whalen glanced at Rabbi
Samuels.
His bark is worse than his bite, "
said the priest. "As a matter of fact,
he is dying to see his daughter as
we'll as the granddaughter he takes for
granted"
Both laughed at the "granddaugh-
ter"
"And Solomon is just as anxious to
see his son and the grandson he takes
for granted" said DIR. Samuels.
"The young folks have certainly
stuck it out" reflected Father Whalen.
"They should be forgiven"
''In my opinion it's the young folks
who have the real forgiving to do"
said DR.. Samuels, soberly.
''Have you been in the bedroom
yet?" asked DR.. Samuels.
II have not" said Father Whalen.
Lets go in and have a look"
So the two men crossed to the bed
room door and opened 1t. All was quiet
within, and, moving carefully on tip
toe. they stepped inside.
AS the door closed after them the
hall door opened, and instead Of the
burly figure of Patrick Murphy there
appeared another and very different
figure-Solomon Levy.
Solomon put his head in cautiously
and looked about. Then, as no one
appeared to have heard him, he STEP
ped In. Across his shoulder was slung
bag, and he looked for all the world
like Santa Claus, except that he lacked
old Santa's beard and he wore ear
muffs. Assured that there was no one
in the living room, he took off his
coat and hat and ear muffs and opened
his pack. His presents proved to be
Teddy bear, horse and engine,
drum and sticks.
He began to arrange these things
about the foot of the Christmas tree.
and he was so absorbed in what he
was doing that he failed to notice the
equally stealthy return of Patrick
Murphy, now carrying a toy phono.
graph.
Neither man saw the other for an
instant. Patrick Murphy set the pho.
nograph down beside the Christmas
tree, on the opposite side of which
Solomon Levy was busy placing the
tail on the toy horse. Then he
turned to the table where, he had
placed the other toys. Solomon put
wheeled and stand turned into the p
down the drum. The Irishman
wheeled and Strengthened. The
two spied each other. And across
their faces flashed an instant and
long cherished hatred.
In stiffness broken only by the
light-hearted laughter from the kitch.
en-, they moved slowly toward each