“I have not the price av a can av beer in the house. Faix an’ I’ve jist paid me butter man who shud have had his money last Chuesday, an’ it’s claned out I am, entirely.” “An’ might I ax yez, Mister Clancy, what’s till become av me?” “Scure till the wan av me knows. Can’t ye extind the time?” “Divil raysave the day!” And O’Hara turned abruptly toward the door. “Mister Clancy, I will have me money, principal an’ intrust, or I will sell yez out!” He paused upon the threshold. “Iv ye are not at me store t’morry at twelve be the day, I will have Haggerty, the constable, down on yez. Mister Clancy, good day till yez, sir!” And he slammed the door behind him. “An’ the divil go wid ye,” exclaimed Clancy, savagely, as he resumed his work upon the crate of eggs. “Ain’t ye goin’ to church this mornin’, Pop?” called Annie, from an inner room. “Faith an’ I am,” answered her father, rising hurriedly, and slipping off his apron. “It’s bad luck enough I’m havin’ widout missin’ me juty. What time is it, asthore?” “It wants on’y a few minutes.” Clancy put on his coat. “It wur a black day,” he muttered, as he started off, “when I borryed that money av Malachi O’Hara. The owld villyan’ll keep his word, bad luck till him; it’s in a trench wid a pick I’ll be, afore the week’s out.” After leaving Rosie and Larkin, Larry Murphy headed straight for O’Hara’s; but he had scarce gone a half block when he encountered Kerrigan and Mason, who had just paused before Owen Dwyer’s door. Mason grasped the young man’s hand and shook it warmly. “I am delighted that you have made such a splendid fight against McQuirk,” said he. “It ain’t McQuirk, so much,” said Larry. “Kelly’s the man I’m after.” “We’re just going in to see Owen Dwyer, about the delegates for his division,” said Kerrigan. “Won’t you come in? He’ll want to see you, I know.” Owen had seen the trio from the window and had opened the door in time to catch these words. “Come in, Larry,” said he cordially. “It’s a stranger ye’ve made av yezsilf long enough.” Owen had asked him to visit them many times before, but Larry had never done so because of the fear that Maggie would think he was forcing himself upon her, and this his pride would not permit. He was reluctant to enter even now, but somehow there was also a feeling of gladness in his being unable to refuse. He sat upon the edge of the chair that Owen offered him, stole covert glances about the parlour and earnestly hoped that Maggie was not at home. A glance at the clock showed him that it was but shortly after eight, and he wonderingly confessed to a sense of satisfaction in the knowledge that school did not begin until nine. Owen settled his doubts by poking his head through the hangings of a doorway, and calling: “Maggie, asthore; can ye come here for a minyute? Sure, it’s company we’re after havin’ so airly in the mornin’.”