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have you been at Ellis island, Ser
gius?" "A month last Saturday," the
doctor answered. "Why?"
"O, nothing," sighed Nora.
"Nora, asthore," whispered Ser
gius, "it isn't too late. I think I
can square the folks here. They
can't hold you so long as you've
got some means of support. And
Lean support you, Nora, yes, even
if I lose my place in consequence.
And I guess a woman's always
privileged to change her mind."
"And what about Ellis, Ser
gius?" inquired Nora demurely.
"It is Ellis, then?"
"I'm not saying it's Ellis,"
Sergius O'Flanahan snapped
his fingers. "Nora," he Said, "you
always were a tease. If I'd had a
grain of sense in the old days I'd
have captured you and carried
you to the priest and made you
marry me before you knew what
I was doing to you. But it isn't
too late yet. And as for Ellis, a
man who let's a chance like you
slip through his fingers isn't
worth the having. Now' I've got
you and I'm going to keep you.
Come along and see the commis
sioner." He led her out of the detention
room, along the corridor, and up
the stairs to the room in which
the offices of the commissioner
are situated. He paused at the
"I'd like to see you a minute,
sir," he called.
"Come in, O'Flanahan," the
commissioner answered. "Let the
Jady come in. By the way, here's
a telegram just come for you. I
held it here, knowing you'd, be up
for the board meeting. You'd
better open it."
The doctor tore open the en
velope and pulled out the missive
inside. He read: '
"Yes, Sergius. Nora."
It had been resent from New
ark. And the place of dispatch
was Ellis island.
Nora was looking over his
shoulder. Now, -as he began to
understand, she snatched the tele
gram out of his hands.
"Don't you understand, you
stupid?" she whispered. "It was
yoh. J sent it to you at Newark
when' I landed here. It's you,
you, you, and not Ellis O'Flaher
ty at all.""
A sound behind them made
them start. The commissioner,
with his back turned, was cough
"I beg your oardori, doctor," he
said, turning round. "What was
it that yod wanted to see me
Sweet Corn Griddle Cakes.
One cup of sweet corn, fresh or
canned, chopped fine and run
through a vegetable press; one
cup of hot milk, one tablespoon
each of butter and sugar; half a
teaspoon of salt, one cup of flour
sifted twice with a rounded tea
spoon of baking powder and a lit
tle salt; two eggs. Mix well.
The Portuguese say that no
man can be a good husband who
does not eat a good breakfast.