"Why is your grandson named Maguire?" he went on. "He is my daughther's son, an' she died in childbirth. More's the pity, because Maguire was a dacint man; but he took to the dhrink afther she was gone, an' that was the ind of him." "Yet you are a firm believer in the goodness of Providence, notwithstanding all these cruel blows?" "Musha, sorr," said Rafferty anxiously, "have ye nivver read the Book o' Job? Look at the thrials an' crosses put on that poor ould craythur, an' where would he have been if the thrue faith wasn't in him?" "Rafferty, I would give ten years of my life to believe as you believe." "Indade, sorr, ye needn't give tin minutes. Go home to yer room, an' sink down on your marrowbones, an' ax for help an' guidance, an' they'll be given you as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow. Though, moind ye, ye mayn't know it all at wance, just as it may be rainin' tomorrow, when the sun will be hid; but he'll be shinin' high up in the sky for all that." The two crossed Sixth Avenue together, and Rafferty pointed to a big building, a place ablaze with light and quivering with the activities of six-decker printing machines. "That's where I'm goin'," he said. "Maybe they'll detain me some toime." "Before we part, my friend, tell me where you live." "Away over in the poorest part o' Twinty-sivinth Street, sorr." "And how old is your grandson?" "He'll be eleven next birthday." "Is he seriously injured?" Then tears came into the old man's eyes. For once his splendid courage wavered. "They wouldn't tell me at the hospital, an' that's the truth, sorr; but a polisman who helped to pull him from undher the wagon said he thought he had escaped the worrst." "Are you and Jimmy known to any of the priests at the cathedral?" "Sure, sorr, don't they all know us? I remimber Canon M'Evoy comin' there twinty-foive years ago." "And now, Rafferty, as one friend to another, will you let me help you?" "Musha, an' is it beggin' you think I am?" and a gleam of Celtic fire shone through the mist of anguish. "No. But you have given me good counsel tonight, and I am minded to pay for it." "Faith, I haven't said a worrd that isn't plain for all min, an' women, too, to read, if they have a moind to look for it in the right place." "Sometimes one needs reminding of that, and you have done it. Come, now. Let me finance you with a few dollars, just to carry you along till Jimmy is around again." Rafferty drew a knotted hand across his eyes, and then peered keenly into Power's face. What he saw there seemed to reassure him.