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covered with bright green calico and said:
u Oh, so yon'ro a little Irish maid, are you?"
And when he canio back to her in a few
minutes and found the little black head down
on the desk'and heard the stifled sobbing, he
was very sorry indeed, only ho didn't know
just what was the trouble. Ho put his head
down and told her not to cry, that ho did not
mean anv harm. But well, he walked ab
ruptly away pretty soon, with a red spot on
his cheek. Had Showbnll been trying to
avenge all the wrongs of her people? At any
rate, she had put the whole forco of her
strong littlo arm into the ship she gave him.
IV.
"Old Haggerty " lives in one of the
oldest hovels in Pig Alley. She does not
live alone. She has a dog and a cat. They
are company enough for her. They do not
worry her when she goes out to her washing
in the morning, and they are tho best of
boon companions when she comes homo at
night. They ask no questions and they do
not hide tho black bottle from her. They
do not rctqrn blows for blows, and Fiend
howls when she lifts her stick and Tarn
springs back and forth like a ligur uver the
old rocking chair when she chases him. It
makes her laugh loud to see'him. Then
when tho sleep comes on her, Fiend and Tarn
understand and sleep too, all'threo together
in the straw on tho floor.
She is not very old; her hair is just a little
gray. If she would comb it often it would
not look so bad. She is wonderfully straight
for a washer woman. Sometimes when she
puts on a clean gown and apron, and washes
her face and makes her hair smooth sho
looks as if sho wore somebody's mother. Pig
Alloy folks call her Mrs. Haggerty then, and
Fiend ana'.Tam are afraid of her. ,
On Sundays, once in a great while, when
the black bottle is empty and sho is dressed
in her best, sho gets down a littlo torn album
out of tho cupboard and looks at the pictures
there. Then sho tells Fiend and Tain all
about tho littlo boy apd girl, how there eyes
were so blue and their hair so golden, and
how good and sweet they always were.
Then she goes to tho cupboard again and
brings out a little shoo and dress. Sho
shows them to Fiend and Tarn and crys over
them. She puts them carefully away again
so sho will know where to find them the next
time. Because she cannot remember always,
sho could not work then. If the black bot
tle were only not empty perhaps sho can
get it filled sho must get it filled she is
terribly thirsty she will die if she cannot
get a drink Mistress Malono will surely be
good to her she will see it hurts her to cry
so and remember
Tho next morning sho is t01d Haggerty"
again.
Flora Bullock.
IN COMMEMORATION OF MAUDE BERKEY.
I Written three days after her deccaso.
The young life faded at the close of day;
At last the deep dark mystery was done:
Life ceased and death held undisputed sway,
And yet life's victory had just begun.
Three days ago at eve and she was born,
Born into life most fair and wide and deep;
Yet sorrow lingers at the tomb to mourn,
Not knowing she has waked again from sleep.
Grief dips its broken shell in bitter springs
Because her face is hid from earthly sight;
But faith and love weave crowns of all sweet
things
.To place upon her brow in realms of light.
And weariness was changed to rest that day
That she might bear the great new life begun
That she might rise from clinging mould of clay
To mansions fairer than the summer sun.
Three days ago she only ceased to die;
For victor's crown she then exchanged the
cross:
And then the first was hushed the human cry
For life unbound, unstained by earthly dross.
As we remember her our love and trust
And strength and good desire are formed anew;
As we remember her., from sordid dust
We rise to thought more pure and life more
true. A Friend.