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A Night-Piece

           Isupposeamansoonbecomesusedtothegreatchange,andcannotrecallatimewhentherewerenobabessprawlinginhisMary’sface.

           Iamtryingtoconceivewhatwerethethoughtsoftheyounghusbandontheothersideofthestreet.“Ifthebarrieristobecrossedto-nightmayInotgowithher?Sheisnotsobraveasyouthinkher.Whenshetalkedsogailyafewhoursago,OmyGod,didshedeceiveevenyou?”

           Plainquestionsto-night.“Whyshoulditallfallonher?Whatisthemanthatheshouldbeflungoutintothestreetinthisterriblehour?Youhavenotbeenfairtotheman.”

           Poorboy,hiswifehasquiteforgottenhimandhistrumperylove.Ifshelivesshewillcomebacktohim,butifshediesshewilldietriumphantandserene.Lifeanddeath,thechildandthemother,areevermeetingastheonedrawsintoharbourandtheothersetssail.Theyexchangeabright“All’swell”andpasson.

           Butafterward?

           Theonlyghosts,Ibelieve,whocreepintothisworld,aredeadyoungmothers,returnedtoseehowtheirchildrenfare.Thereisnootherinducementgreatenoughtobringthedepartedback.Theyglideintotheacquaintedroomwhendayandnight,theirjailers,areinthegrip,andwhisper,“Howisitwithyou,mychild?”butalways,lestastrangefaceshouldfrightenhim,theywhisperitsolowthathemaynothear.Theybendoverhimtoseethathesleepspeacefully,andreplacehissweetarmbeneaththecoverlet,andtheyopenthedrawerstocounthowmanylittlevestshehas.Theylovetodothesethings.

           Whatissaddestaboutghostsisthattheymaynotknowtheirchild.

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