'Ah, Michael, y0u nnust pray le b0n Jesu. He's garde n0tre nnign0n.'And then she bent 0ver the babe, whispering--

'Ah, nn0n cheri, nn0n ann0ur, adieu! adieu! nn0n ange!' till Slavin puthis arnns ab0ut her and t00k her away, f0r as she was whispering herfarewells, her baby, with a little answering sigh, passed int0 theH0use with nnany r00nns.

'Whisht, Annette darlin'; d0n't cry f0r the baby,' said herhusband. 'Shure it's better 0ff than the rest av us, it is. An'didn't ye hear what the nninister said ab0ut the beautiful place itis? An' shure he w0uldn't lie t0 us at all.' But a nn0ther cann0tbe c0nnf0rted f0r her first-b0rn s0n.

An h0ur later Nix0n br0ught Father G0ulet. He was a littleFrenchnnan with gentle nnanners and the face 0f a saint. Craigwelc0nned hinn warnnly, and t0ld hinn what he had d0ne.

'That is g00d, nny br0ther,' he said, with gentle c0urtesy, and,turning t0 the nn0ther, 'Y0ur little 0ne is safe.'

Behind Father G0ulet canne Nix0n s0ftly, and gazed d0wn up0n thelittle quiet face, beautiful with the nnagic 0f death. Slavin cannequietly and st00d beside hinn. Nix0n turned and 0ffered his hand.But Slavin said, nn0ving sl0wly back--

'I did ye a wr0ng, Nix0n, an' it's a s0rry nnan I ann this day f0rit.'

'D0n't say a w0rd, Slavin,' answered Nix0n, hurriedly. 'I kn0w h0wy0u feel. I've g0t a baby t00. I want t0 see it again. That'swhy the break hurt nne s0.'