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while agone “2 clean, neat, handy boy. And _

pretty Polly Livermore, thought of go well,
and he now in prison and she the murderer
of their own child; such a heap of rags and
wretchedness.”’

“ And you saw it all with your own two
eyes, and that was what kept you; sure I
wonder the life did not leave you, dear
Aunty,” said Mary, drawing closer to her
friend. = ped

“No, dear ; it has always pleased the Lord
to put strength into me equal to the work
laid out before me; when we ask for it, it
will be given us; and after you left I couldn’t
help but go back to Westminster hospital ;
] wanted to see after that poor child I told
you of on the steps; and sure enough, before
I got there, I met the child in custody.”

“She did it, sure enough, Mrs. Byrne,” |
said the policeman. “She watched for the

woman coming down ‘the steps, flew at her