The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1936-10-15


many times to We. Too many times,
was it," she asked anxiouSly; for she
was still puzzled.
Not too many for me-"
Then what trouble came to him"
Winnie asked, crumpling her apron.
what trouble this week and more?
From the night he came home from
the murder of that LOrrie, he's lived
for We. For naught else but for ye."
He told Vou?" asked Agnes.
"Wud he tell me? I've me eyes;
and the blind cud see. .. There was
a time he never knew ye; and there's
been the time since. AS different to
him as night and day. What's fallen
between yea"
Fallen? said Agnes. "Nothing's
fallen. We mean to be married"
"WhO?'
"Cathal-your grandson-and L."
whist! cried Winnie. whist!
=. What hear, did We say?
Ye and he! He's bit of a
book. with every word of We and every
pitcher of We pasted in. l looked.
Sure it was printed for all the world
to read; but he pasted them all to-
gether. At last We returned from be-
yant the sea. He goes to ye; then he
goes no more and he passes me, these
days, niver speaking. Is that because
he'll be married to ye?'
That's it," said Agnes; and no
longer could she sit still. She arose,
and Winnie arose. HE thinks won't
do it; so 1 came here"
"And still We will?' said Winnie, so
proud of him and humble for herself
that tears came to Agnes eyes.
whist" Winnie whispered again.
"He was born beyant US all. Far, far
beyant most men. Scarcely thirty he
stands now, a single score and ten;
and men twice his years-the great
men of Chicago-send for him in their
need. And they lay their throubles
on him. Well, as a lad he was like
that; he wud see to US all. Small as
he was, he wud see to US all. Niver
fear he will fail to see to ye"
''Oh, know him, tool" Agnes cried.
-NOI SSly SGlu w
mot yet the half of him! Not yet
neither how strong nor how finder he
can be! Once-sit down, Miss Glen
eth; sit down. Let me tell ye-"
Far away, a school bell beat: and
for the first time, it meant nothing to
Winnie; and Agnes heard nothing else
at all So the back gate had swung,
and the children trooped into the
kitchen, before Winnie remembered
them.
The cakes that day were never
baked; for Winnie had left them in
batter; but there was the hot fresh
bread to cut and butter and hand
about with the mugs of cold milk. So
Winnie O'Mara did that this day with
Agnes Gleneith helping her.
At five o'clock that afternoon the
reception clerk at Cathals office
looked across his desk at slight.
straight, white-haired little woman in
black-silk dress, new black bonnet and
gray gloves.
81 wud See," she announced stead
lily, "Mr. Cathal O'Mara. Point me his
door, and I'll throuble We no more.
Faith, now meself l see it." And
forthwith she strobe to it and opened
it.
WINNER cried Cathal, rising.
whats happened?"
She faced him fair and told him.
81 had a caller today, Cathal. Agnes
Gleneith come to see me over YET"
Cathal could not bring himself back
to his desk after his grandmother had
gone; he stood half the rooms width
away, staring without recognition at
the open books and the papers which
a few minutes ago had absorbed him.
One meaning-One, and none other
was possible-was declared in what
Agnes Gleneith had done this day, and
which Winnie had told him. Agnes
had broken down the last false bar
rier between them; 1t existed in her
no more.
In him, what still held him? A
lifetime of feeling the inferiorities in
fiicted upon little boy of no fortune
and no "birth'-but inferioritieS which
Winnie, from the first, so valiantly
and steadfastly had denied for him.
When Winnie had opened his door,
he had been studying how he might
save from the penitentiary, and utter
degradation, Philip Linsdale. This
week another gentleman in desperate
straits-not a neighbor to the Glen
eiths, but certainly known to them
had appealed to Cathal to save him
from prison. Today, Cathal O'Mara-
of no birth and bacl,ground-had to
refuse to take like case.
For banks in the city and about Chi
cago were failing; great companies
and corporations could not meet their
debts; great men-great names Of the