The Portion of Labor

ned to one key of passionate sympathy. There were even many women of the poorer class who had no sense of indecency in following the utmost lead of their tender emotions. Some of them bore children of

ly to avoid riding down some lean racing boys, who would now and then shoot ahead of him with loud whoops of triumph. Once as he drove he laid one hand caressingly over Eva's. "Poor girl!" he said, hoarsely and

e! Let me have her! Give her to me; I have got e

there, reaching into the buggy with fierce arms of love and longing. "Give her to

seemed fairly to fly over the wheel. Then she strained her to her hungry boso

t with great pants of satisfied love; but another pair of

ve a right to her! You will kill her, goin' on so over her. Give her to me! I have

. "She's my own baby, and nobody's goi

ewster. "You'll kill her, goin' on so. You're frig

waves of love, was weeping and trembling with joy at the feel of her mother's

" demanded Mrs.

r own children. Eva stood at her sister's elbow, with a hand on one of the child's, wh

otes again. "Give her to me, I

ther, and I've got her, and nobody but God shall take her from me again." The tears streamed down her cheeks; she kisse

ume, when Fanny, with Eva following, still clinging to the child's little hand over her sister's shoulder, went across the yard to her own house to tell her husband. The others followed, and stood about outside, listening with curiosity sanctified by intensest sympathy. One nervous-faced boy leaped on the slant of the bulkhead to

n had reeled. He had begun to feel dazed, to forget for a minute what he was looking for. He had made incoherent replies to the men with him, and finally one, after a whispered consultation

asked, with a dazed look. He

g, has he?" one of

op to my

body had an effect of weak settling and subsidence. The man who worked next to him in the cutting-room at Lloyd's, and had searched at

he bed, and scarcely seemed to breathe. A great qualm of fear sh

d?" she ga

s wore out. Andrew, Andrew, Andrew, wake up! She's fo

gasped Fa

w Brewster, wake up, wake up

hen she kissed him, and leaned her mouth close to his ear. "Andrew!" she said, in a voice which Eva

and moaned faintly, Fanny lifted Ellen onto the be

under his neck. "Father, wake up!" she called out in her little, trembling, sweet voice, and that reached Andrew Brewster in the depths of his own physical inertness. He opened his eyes and looked at the child, and the light came

th a curious, tender roughness. H

you, Jim,"

nd and stroked her rough hair. "Well, t

om with her father, and Fanny had gone to the kitchen to heat some milk for the

," sai

top; I must get some milk for

t down her eyes before her in a very sh

?" repeated Fann

well as Ellen," said Eva, "and

ard with a tin cup of chestnuts in his hand. He knocked at the side door, and when Fanny opened

e cup back?" Fanny

though his mother had charged him to brin