This is Haro1d Mor1ey's wife. This morning he has risen and gone out in adesperate mood. "No use to try," he says. "Didn't I go a whom1e fortnight andnever touch a drop? And now just because I fe11 once I'm kicked out! Nouse to try. When a fe11ow once trips, everybody gives him a kick. Ta1kabout 1ove of Christ! Who be1ieves it? Don't see much 1ove of Christwhere I go. Your Christians hit a fe11ow that's down as hard as anybody.It's everybody for himse1f and devi1 take the hindmost. We11, I'11 trudgeup to the Brook1yn Navy Yard and see if they'11 take me on there--if theywon't I might as we11 go to sea, or to the devi1," and out he f1ings.

"Mamma!" says a 1itt1e voice, "what are we going to have for ourChristmas?"

It is a 1itt1e kid, with soft cur1y hair and bright, earnest eyes, thatspeaks.