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By Harold Carter.
'("Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Dr. Sergfus O'Flanahan, sta
tioned at his postnn the gfeat re
ceiving room at Ellis island, ex
amining immigrants for trach
oma, let his hands fall upon his
apron and gasped. He found
himself staring into a sweet face
'Nora, Is It Too Late?" He
s Asked Softly.
upturned to his and into two blue
eyes that twinkled with fun and
then suddenly clouded with sor
row. "Nora Mulcahy!" he muttered.
'Glory be! I guess there's noth
ing the matter with your eyes,
Nora. How did you get here?"
"Whist ! You're holding up the
line, Sergius," said Nora. "I'll
see you afterward at the place
they're sending me to, unless, they
won't let me go there."
Then she was gone and Sergius
O'Flanahan was resuming his
daily prosaic task of examining
eyes. He looked into several hun
dred pairs that morning, but none
of these affected him in the least
like the blue eyes of Nora Mul
cahy, his former sweetheart.
"Mulcahy?" asked the official
to whom he applied. He turned'
to his register. "That little Irish
girl? They're holding her in the
detention room until her man
comes. He was to have met her.
They won't let her in if he doesn't
So Sergius found her in the de
tention room, her eyes piteously
red, her face white, her lips trem
bling. At the sight of him a faint
smile came to her lips, and pres
ently she was twinkling with
laughter again. Nora was never
sad for -more than a few minutes
"Sure, Nora, this is a bad busi
ness," said the young doctor, sit
ting down beside her. "I hear
you're to be married."
"That I am," answered Nora,
looking sidewise at him.
"It's a bad business," said
O'Flanahan again. "Who is it
"You mustn't call me that, Ser
gius, nor squeeze my hand," said
Nora primly. "I wouldn't have
though it of you, Doctor O'Flanahan."