. It went out in the alley and -lay in
the rubbish a tiny room in a filthy
house where it just waited to die
but -as it waited, a tiny shoot sprang
e It was in the tenement room that
the ugly sister Beth found Azalea.
And she found her when she was
Bead. But the tiny shoot lay sturdily
beside her with brown eyes, soft,
sleepy, liquid. A rosebud mouth,
cheeks with the tint of a peach that
is ivory and pink, golden hair that
And the mother and father, who
loved the "beautiful baby," wonder
where she is, and what she is doing.
And they dream queer dreams in, the
firelight. They think she married a
wealthy man and of course she
wouldn't want him to know of her
very poor and ordinary parents.
But they do not worry about the
ugly sister, Beth. Oh, no. A village
gossip told them all about Beth. Beth
is what you might have expected her
to be no good and it is rumored
that she has a child.
But Beth! She is still working for
her living in a department store, de
nying, sacrificing, But she has an
azalea, pink, delicate and fragile, that
greets her hi the evening and glad
dens her eyes in the morning.
MRS. DELEHANTY TELLS OF THE WOOING OF
JACOB IN NEW YORK'S EAST SIDE
I opinions about, the dear knows, with
out each criticizing the other's cate
chism. But I'll say no more. Only
"Livin' in Madison street since the
Irish left an' the tower of Babel land
ed has learned me wan thing made
marriages wears well. The truth is
they work out better than wan would
expect, an' love matches work out
"Take the Boguslawskis next door,
now, him that has but wan daughter
to heir his hotel under the bridge.
From a "child, them bein' so choice
of theirselves, Goldie grew up alone,
guarded an' overlooked till you'd
think every man round about was
wishful to kidnap her. Not that her
looks was a temptation, the dear
"Well, as the years passed, cour
age an' life seemed to ooze out of the
poor child. My mind was all but
made up to give Mrs. Boguslawski an
advice where none was asked, but
goodness gave me patience, an' wan
day Jacob Einstein, at the corner
grocery, makes up to me, free an
" 'Mrs. Delehanty,' he says, Is Miss
Goldie Boguslawski 26 now or 27?'
" Twenty-six," Bays I; 'twenty-
. Mary Boyle O'Reilly.
By Mary Boylef O'Reilly.
'Between our two selv.es," said
Mrs. Delehanty, erect as always in
Jier straight-backed chair, "there's as
much good sense as religion in the
fchurch forbiddin' mixed marriages,
jlsay it that should know. Me an' Mr.
Delehanty had enough tpass our
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