“Holy Mary, mother of God,” pleaded the girl. “Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death!” When the services were ended, Rosie lingered until the priest had left the altar and the people had gone. Upon her way out she paused. In a far corner, where the light scarcely fell, hung a pale, white Christ upon a cross; she knelt and pressed her lips to the wounded feet, her eyes bright with tears, and then she passed out through the great swinging doors. Larry had been one of the first to leave the church; Jimmie Larkin, who was standing upon Kerrigan’s corner, saw him, instantly crossed the street and advanced to meet him. “Larkin!” young Murphy’s voice showed his surprise; and he held out his hand in a hearty, full-blooded fashion. But Jimmie stuffed his hands into his pockets, and stared at him, with a sneer. “Ain’t youse forgot somethin’?” asked he. Larry looked his astonishment: “What’s hurtin’ ye?” he demanded. “Ye know well enough! I’ve bin put next to the cross game yer workin’, Murphy; I’m dead on, I tell ye, and I’m rotten sorry! I trusted ye, I did; I trusted youse like I would me brother.” “Say, what’s the matter with youse, Larkin? Don’t stand there like a stuffed shirt! Put me on to the trouble. What are youse jumpin’ me for?” “Ah! Don’t try that; it won’t work. I ain’t sore because I got the dinky-dink, but on’y because youse had a hand in it! You was me pal, wasn’t youse? Didn’t I usta sleep with youse? And didn’t we eat together? I borried yer coin when I was strapped, and lent youse mine when I had any. You knowed all about how it was with me and her, ye knowed it and done me dirt when me back was turned. That’s the part what hurts, an I’ve broke trainin’ to come here and lick youse, Murphy--to lick youse till ye beg!” Larry drew back, frowning into the other’s flushed face. “I don’t know what ye mean,” said he, sharply. “Youse’re a friend o’ mine, Larkin, and I’ll stand for all kinds o’ talk from ye, but, say, if ye go t’rowin’ any punches my way, I’ll try to give ye a run for yer trouble.” It was then that Rosie came out of the church. She saw, with frightened eyes, the angry and threatening gestures, and caught the high, sharp tones of their voices. She hurried forward, her heart palpitating, realizing at once the cause of the quarrel. “Oh, Jimmie,” she exclaimed. “Have you got back home!” “Oh, yes,” said he mockingly: “I’ve come back. I just wanted to see Larry, that’s all.” “Don’t ask Larry about it,” she pleaded, eagerly. “He don’t know a thing. Let’s walk down toward McTurpin’s, and I’ll tell you--” Larkin laughed and interrupted her. “Gee!” exclaimed he, “is it that bad, eh? Is he a-goin’ to hide behind yer skirts?” “I ain’t a-goin to hide, and I ain’t got no reason to hide,” stormed Murphy. “Come on, whatever it is! We’ll settle this right here.”