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cannot be' your1 wife, Mr. Dojic?
huey. cannot.' , - '
"'And why Margaret?'-rHe
always was a terribly persisterit
man, Donohue 'And why? Is it
because of my former wicked
ness? I have cast itrpm me. like
t,"Nrn-n-no,' sobbed the girT
vpiceT 'Tis not because of your
wickedness. I love you for that.'
r 'Donohue gave a great cry..
- jluu uv? me; jjc crcu. jluu
love 'me, Mzrgaret?'
- "And then he mu&t .have taken
Tier in his arms", because I heard
scuffling, and then tne girl's voice.
rose, mgn ana nystencai.
-wIMNo, no, no!' she crjed 'Don't
kiss me! I don't love you. I don't.
IJneyer could love aSman with a
with a wooden- leg
. ''There was a. sudden silence,
and then the gir,l burst out sob
bing again, and I heard Donp
hue make a noise like a wild thing
"So I crept outside the hall, and
made a loud noise' opening the
door, and came in, stamping my
feet; . .
"Donohue came out of the in
'nerroonvand his face-was pitiful
tO'see, like to that o'a man who
hasibeen struck in the face by his
".""Hello Douglas,' he cried.
'You're the very man I wanted
mpsfc-.to see. We are not going,
ta s'tajCfor service tonight.'
sAThen he jtook me by; the arm,
andfwe went out of the mission
amLcame down .here, and Dono
hue, who has returned to his sin
.'The next week was the wild
jest I ever have spent. I would
not leave Donohue, and he spent
all his pearls in tasting of every
brand of sin that was on the mar
ket, and theq he. left for San.
Francisqo and the -South Seas
"Did you' ever see the gift
again?" I aske,d, after: a pause.
Belford moved in his chair.
"That is the nub of: the story,"
,he said. ' "She -qime' to trie two
weeks, later, as I was sitting here
drinking, and she laid her hand
on my; arm..
" 'Where iaTje?' she cried, and
I saw that herjface was white and.
drawnwith lack -of sleep and
much cr'yjrjgv WKere is He? I
let-him go;.and..I never told fifth
that I lovecf him, wooden leg or
no. Where"is'he?r - ,"
v 'He left for the South Seas
two weeks agone said 1 'and
"'twould be hard telling where (
Wooden-leg Donohue is vow-'
" 'Ah !' she cried,,a"nd put her
hand to her breast, 'as if J. had
struck her there,.aricUan from the
room." .- .. ' T
"But is that any redsonf.why
Donohue Should get in 'in1 the
middle of a good story itp 'repent
his sins?" Isked. ' J'---'
found 4iecjbQdy two 'days .later,
and she had written a letter that
a fool got bold of, and? gave to
Donohue the next time he came:
here," . , . j
"What tjid she die of?" I asked.
"Lack of perception and, car
bolic acid," said BelfordV
" iVrft L, ai.