And the ould glad ways I'd helt in mind,
Loike the home av Moira Bawn,
And the ould green turns I'd dreamt to find,
They all were lost and gone!
And the bairns that romped by Tullagh Burn
Whin they saw me sthopped their play—
Through a mist av tears I tried to turn
And ghost-like creep away!
And I'll niver go home again!
Home to the ould lost years,
Home where the soft warm rain
Drifts loike the drip av tears!
***************************************************************** Vol. XXIII October 1910 No. 4
THE WOMEN OF TO-MORROW {page 486-496 part 3.}
By
WILLIAM HARD
III LOVE DEFERRED
Mary felt she would wait for John even if, instead of going away on a career, he were going away on a comet.
She waited for him from the time she was twenty-two to the time she was twenty-six, and would have waited longer if she hadn't got angry and insisted on marrying him.