. Christian herald and signs of our times . agged-tied fiercely in her grimv hands. off in triumph to her home. It was a poor piace, one dingy room on thetop floor of a swarming tenement, wherethe father and mother were quarrelingbitterly at the moment Norah entered. Thefather was out of work, and had gotten tothe point of utter discouragement. Hehad walked the streets day after day, look-ing for a job, but looking in vain. Now,he had arrived at the stage when a manfeels ashamed to be seen idling in thestreets when his neighbors have employ-ment, and his wife, worn out with hershare of the sit
. Christian herald and signs of our times . agged-tied fiercely in her grimv hands. off in triumph to her home. It was a poor piace, one dingy room on thetop floor of a swarming tenement, wherethe father and mother were quarrelingbitterly at the moment Norah entered. Thefather was out of work, and had gotten tothe point of utter discouragement. Hehad walked the streets day after day, look-ing for a job, but looking in vain. Now,he had arrived at the stage when a manfeels ashamed to be seen idling in thestreets when his neighbors have employ-ment, and his wife, worn out with hershare of the situation, was venting her illtemper on it and her husband, and reliev-ing her nervousness with bitter scene is a sadly familiar one in thehomes of poverty, and out of it grow blackand menacing storms, sometimes ending inmurder, or in suicide. John Mahoney was generally a patientman, but Bridgets reproaches were mad-dening, and he had picket up his bat-tered old hat, and was desperately rushingto the door, when Norah came flying WlLBERFORCES HOME IN HULL, Oh. daddy! oh. mammy ! she cried,stop talking and look here. Flowers outof the woods, reglar fresh-air flowers,such as I found last summer when I wentwith the children way off to the big,green country! The childs earnestness arrested bothparents. They were country born andbred, and the wild flowers appealed tothem, as no garden beauties could. John threw down his hat. Look at me,Jass! he said to his wife. Ill stopfor a job in my trade, and Ill seek workin the country. Men are wanted now onthe farms: Ill go anywhere, for anywages, but Ill be idle no longer. Its me that has the bad tongue, John,my boy, said Bridget, with quick recog-nition of his changed mood: forgiveme, will ye. dear. Maybe we could bothget work in the country. I can milk acow, and make butter, an it would begood for the child, to get out of this. The very poor have, as a rule, a disliketo leave the city. Some instinct of gre-gariousness makes them
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