"An' go they will." "My gratitude will be with you forever.

Good-by." He shook hands with Timothy, then with Mrs.Fitzpatrick, kissing her hand as well.

He motioned his children toward him.
"Heart of my heart," he murmured in a broken voice, straining his daughter to his breast.

"God, if God there be, and all the saints, if saints there be, have you in their keeping.

Kalman, my son," throwing one arm about him, "Farewell! farewell!" He was fast losing control of himself.