WITH A WINE-GLASS. 19

The good-natured surgeon recognized the
woman. 7 |

“You might know me also by this, your
- honor,” she said, pushing back a band of
silky gray hair from her left temple; “ but
it wasn’t as bad a hurt as that.”

“What became of him?” inquired the -
surgeon, though he kept his eyes fixed on
Nelly, and his finger on her pulse.

“Well, sir, he travelled for the benefit
of his education. Not that I ever raised a
word to harm him.” And then she paused,
and her great gray eyes into vacancy saw
mentally what was seen by no other—the
worthless yet ever precious husband, who
had disgraced and abandoned her.

“Qh, darlint!”? she exclaimed. “You
war as tattering a lover as ever broke this
world’s bitther bread, or supt the Sorrows
~ of sin; Tl say that for you, Mickey Byrne!

And yet [’d rather see your handsome face, |

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