A patron or two went out, talking across the tables. O'Rourke thumbed steadily away at his account book, with one parental eye on Liz. A hackman was trotting up and down in front of the door, eyeing the roast turkey in the window. Whenever anyone came out he turned enquiringly. "So it's losin' Liz yer be, Meakim !" said a neighbor. "It's not tellin' you if I am," answered Meakim sullenly. But when he caught her eye he smiled. He tried to think that it was all right, that Liz could do as she would, when she wore his roses, but his eyes flashed fiercely when Magee spoke to her. He shuffled his feet ominously. Magee took the rose from her belt and put it in his buttonhole. Meakim was furious in a moment; he slammed his knife down on his plate and pushed his chair back noisily. Liz looked up. Meakim gave her an imploring glance; she blushed and would have answered him, but Magee was watching her. She rose and held out her hand to Magee with a smile, and they both went off, where Meakim could see them, by the stove in the corner. O'Rourke was radiant. She was obeying his injunctions very well, he thought. Meakim swore to himself. He writhed in his seat and gripped his hands convulsively, as if he had Magee's throat there, and O'Rourke in the bargain. O'Rourke passed by with uplifted chin. Meakim could stand it no longer. He sprang from his seat with a stifled oath. Just then Magee and Liz came back, and Meakim sat down. The two laughed gayly as Magee put on his overcoat. O'Rourke gave him his change and a hearty hand shake and Magee went out. Then all but Meakim had gone. He coughed once or twice and shuffled his feet, but Liz did not notice. She was helping her father make the fire for the morning. Meakim took down his faded overcoat and waited a moment more. "Liz!" he whispered. But O'Rourke was there, and Liz did not answer. Then he took a toothpick from the table and went out. Liz heard him go. O'Rourke put a stick of wood on the fire. He touched Liz on the shoulder. "It's good yer likin' Magee more, Liz," he said. "'E'll make a good man fer yer, Liz-he 's of a good fam❜ly." There was a tear in the girl's eye as she met his gaze. She glanced around at Meakim looking back through the doorway. Then she blushed and gave a little sigh. She took the rose out of her hair and looked at it. Her hand trembled a little as she held it. Magee threw off his great coat in the morning and rubbed his hands over the stove in the corner. The tables were vacant. Hey there! Misther O'Rourke-any breakfast this mornin'! Hey! man, where's the gel now, Liz, the darlin' ?" The old man smoothed his forehead helplessly a moment. One tremulous hand closed the account book feebly. Then he got down from his chair and went and looked out of the window. There was only a lonely hackman across by the corner. "She's runned away wid Meakim," he said. Edwin Sidney Oviatt. THE MESSENGER. All Eden slumbers, wreathed in peace, and robed In loveliness that knows no hours of toil. The flowers are burdened with the dew, while on And in the starry sheen the fountains glow. Each guardian angel takes his special post, At Eastern gate, as lovely as a dream The angel knoweth not the hours have fled, For can it be that any wrong is near The breath of morning :-all its fragrant dews, Where moving to and fro, the other guards The heavenly luster that the angels shed. At last the guardian host return to Heaven; Then as the noonday grows to somber eve, Since death by thee is come to earth, be thou The gates are closed against the erring souls So in fulfillment of his dreadful fate, Invisible, a wanderer, he roamed Upon the earth, and where he went, death came. But since his curse long years have passed away, And now upon a mountain near the walls Of old Jerusalem, the angel stands. Not far apart is seen a little band Of faithfuls to a Master, who hath led Them to this mount to worship once again. But o'er this throng the angel holds no sway, "Ah Aratil!" The angel looks and bows his guilty head The blossom wakes again, and breathes and glows; Beneath the angel's power had dropped to earth, It flutters, plumes its wings, ascends toward Heaven. |