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A Mother

           Kearney,withherhusbandanddaughter,arrivedattheAntientConcertRoomsthree-quartersofanhourbeforethetimeatwhichtheconcertwastobegin.Byillluckitwasarainyevening.Mrs.Kearneyplacedherdaughter’sclothesandmusicinchargeofherhusbandandwentalloverthebuildinglookingforMr.HolohanorMr.Fitzpatrick.Shecouldfindneither.Sheaskedthestewardswasanymemberofthecommitteeinthehalland,afteragreatdealoftrouble,astewardbroughtoutalittlewomannamedMissBeirnetowhomMrs.Kearneyexplainedthatshewantedtoseeoneofthesecretaries.MissBeirneexpectedthemanyminuteandaskedcouldshedoanything.Mrs.Kearneylookedsearchinglyattheoldishfacewhichwasscrewedintoanexpressionoftrustfulnessandenthusiasmandanswered:

           “No,thankyou!”

           Thelittlewomanhopedtheywouldhaveagoodhouse.Shelookedoutattherainuntilthemelancholyofthewetstreeteffacedallthetrustfulnessandenthusiasmfromhertwistedfeatures.Thenshegavealittlesighandsaid:

           “Ah,well!Wedidourbest,thedearknows.”

           Mrs.Kearneyhadtogobacktothedressing-room.

           Theartisteswerearriving.Thebassandthesecondtenorhadalreadycome.Thebass,Mr.Duggan,wasaslenderyoungmanwithascatteredblackmoustache.Hewasthesonofahallporterinanofficeinthecityand,asaboy,hehadsungprolongedbassnotesintheresoundinghall.

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