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and 'twas full when welgdKtliece,
because they served' copTee- with
- "A-young fellow, W4th!a,cciflar
that buttoned behindhand. too
much hair, ahd a .total, Jackof
knawJededge of life0.;gojupon
the platform after a while, .and
talked likethe editorial-columns
-r 1 . .
ui a newspaper. , r
"The slip o'f a girl, -vyjio.. 'had
saved Donohue's s.oql, played, on
an organ, and -sng hymn, and
served the cpffee, which" last was
the best part of the service.
"At the end of" ft,, 'Donohue
came over from where heM'been
helping the girl'witlrtheicoffee.
. " xHow is your sauWheisaid'to
me. ". x V
" " 'My liver is all right said I,
'and so.I donot knosvthat I have
a soul.' v
" 'You are still (deep .in "'sin
said he, 'and soiyou wiUrneed to
come back tomorrow night.'
, " 'But Donahue ' I began,
having in mind to pjeadwith hitn.
v " 'if yOU do. not show up he
said, 'I Shall 'know where to find
you, and I shall come foryou.'
"Stf I went back the next night,
and again the next, and many
nights thereafter, until. I grew to
like the .place, although-,my soul
was untouched by the little man
in black; or 'the girl who served
the coffee, and Donohue worried
about 4t and told the girl. of his
fears for" my hereafter. .
" 'And who, am I that I should
go to heaven Without my friend V
he would cry. '
"And then one night I went to
the mission early, for bythis time
I had -thefiabii The place was
.all lit up, but there was none in
the hall-when-I went in. "But the
door -of theiittle room that - the
little miann' black-called the vejs
try was 'open, and I heard a voice
co'ming-from-ft. 'Twas Dono
hue's. ', ." . , .
."'Margaret -He' was saying, 'I
know that. I have heen a twicked
man, a.pow.erfuljy .wicked man
but myrSpul has seen the light,
and I have repented. Margaret,
do ye think there is any chance
. 'Yes said the 'girl, her voice
as- sweet.nd soft asra- whipoor
wuTs. 'Yes, I have no doubt there
is-a chance for you.'
" 'Then sard Dohohue"s voice,
and I hardly knew it, it was so
strained and hoarse, 'I have some
thing to telLyou, Margaret.' .
"ThereHvasno answer from the
girl, arid presently Donohue
spoke again, as if something were
" 'Margaret he said, 'I love
you. I love you ' better than I
loved my wickedness. I love you
better than gold. Iiove you'bet
ter than I love God Himself.'
"There was no answer from the
girl, but I thought I heard the
sound of a woman's sobs.
"'Look at me, Margaret!' cri
,ed Donohue. 'Look at me, and5
tell me if there is any hope for me'
"Theuthe sobbing grewloudeiv
andaftera minute or two,-I heard
the girl's voice, and-it sounded as
if. she were speaking through a
" 'Oh, please stop, please! I