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mine and my first husband's, but
"when Tim wanted me to marry him
and I showed him the boy, and asked
how he'd like-to start in with a ready
madejfamily; he took such a fancy to
him" it broke his heart when Michael
turned wild." ,
"I am so sorry," murmured the
girl, watching her hostess with
"Not that tie boy was bad, you
understand, my dear,?' said Mrs. Raf
ferty. ,He was always a good boy
and we gave him the best education
short of college that we could give.
But he and Tun couldn't agree when
he got to be growjtagupTim's hot
tempered, 30fiSSnfe: "
"What's)3ia1?2re saying about
Tim?" questlonecT that gentleman,
pausing in the act ot conveying a
huge forkful of turkey into his
mouth. t , 4 ,
"You eat your dinner and don't
concenuyourself about ub women,"
answered his wife, laughing. How
ever, it was not till Tim was sent out
to bring in the plum pudding that
his wife continued: j , r
"Well, the boy and Tim luid a tow
about one thing and another, and
finally Michael put 'on his hat and
kissed me. 'Goo'd-jjy, mother, 111
never come back,' he said. I didn't
believe Jrim but .he kept his word.
That was two years ago and Tim
would have cutouthls tongue sooner
than have sppken. the words he did."
The -plum pudding came in and
they fell to. But Miss. Latham
seemed to have lost her appetite.
"Now what's the .matter, honey?n
demanded motherly Mrs. Rafferty, as
she drew the girl 'aside while Tim
washed the dishes. "It's Some fellow
that isn't worth troubling your pret
ty head about, isn't it? I've been
through it myself. Come, now, tell
"Oh, Mrs. Rafferty," sobbed the
girl. "I know I'm a dreadful impos
tor, but I couldn't tell them at the
office, and it was only last month
and he's traveling for .Arthur Buckle
& Co. and won't be back till tomor-
row and "
"Married?" gasped Mrs. Rafferty
The girl nodded and brushed away
a fugitive tear that was trickling
down her cheek. , i
"Glory be!" cried Mrs. Rafferty. j"
"Tim! Come here! May I tell him,
"Yes," whispered the-girl. She!
knew that at the office Rafferty, with-
his innate loyalty, would he as mute'
as a clam. So Mrs. Rafferty told him.
Next instant Tim was executing a
war dance round the 'girl. "Andi
what'll be your real name?" he
"Just Miss Latham, please, until
spring, and then we shall start
hpusekeeplng,' sobbed the girl. "So C
not a word, of course." i
"Oh, Tim," sobbed Mrs. Rafferty. i
"I'm so glad. If only we had our
Michael with us now!" 2
"If only Miss Miss, Latham could
have brought her young man withr
her," cried Rafferty. "That wouldi
Knave been " ,
A sharp peal at the bell interrupted
him. -He pressed the button that
openea the front door and, with par
donable curiosity, the two opened
the door of the apartment and peered
over the banisters.
"I believe that's that's " gasped
the girl. "I leftVord at the boarding
house that I was here in case he'
could come back. Oh, excuse me!"
And, amid cries to bring him upstairs,
the girl flew down to meet the new
comer, whose firm steps resounded
In the second passage below.
Mrs. Rafferty slipped her hand into
her husband's and felt his kiss on her
"After all, Tim, next 'to having
him home, it's the happiest way we
pould have spent Christmas, isn't
it?" she said. .
The girl and the man were coming
up the stairs. His arm was round
her and she was looking up into his.
face, which yras bent down towards