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She ca to him in the little parlor, her hands outstretched and

her face alight

He felt at first sight of her, and his face flushed at thought of his

weakness, that he wanted to put his head on her shoulder and weep

"You poor boy, things have not been going well!"

He choked, for the caress in her tones touched his heart He patted her

hands, and she sat down beside him on the old haircloth sofa

"I've had a terrible week of it, Polly"

Her sweet sht into his

"I have talked to 'eue sore,

and God knows my heart is sore All they do is look at shore--men who believed in

me--men ould take ain

by the felloho pat you on the back in sunny weather, and won't lend

you an umbrella when it rains unless you'll leave your watch with 'e of the watch," he went on, s wistfully,