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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 Excerpt: ...wherever you got it--and send the money to Father Kelly for his Strikers' Home Fund." "Strikers!" echoed Regan, pale with the pain of disappointment. "The women and children--you understand!" He moved yet a little nearer. "But ye ain't even looked at it!" he said, pleadingly. "Say, it's a di'mon' frog with--" "Oh, take it!" she interrupted, impatiently. There was a little pause. Regan gazed forlornly at the little box in the slim hand and then, reaching out mechanically, took charge of it once more. "I'm sorry," he said, slowly. "I didn't know ye minded when I gave ye things. Gee! If I'd only known--!" he stopped abruptly with a visible effort and turned slowly away in the direction of his office-door. The girl watched him for a moment in silence. "That's all right," she said, gently. "Goodnight!" He turned with his hand on the knob. "Good-night!" he said, quietly. "I won't bother ye--no more!" With another little shiver and sigh, Emily started for her own apartments and had almost reached them when the butler overtook her with the message that a gentleman wished to see her. "I'm not at home, Gates," she said, and was about to pass on when he stopped her. "It's Mr. Griswold, madam," he said deferentially. "Who?" "Mr. Donald Griswold. And he said I was to tell you it was most important." Emily reached out to the wall for support. "Why--why," she said, faintly, "then--I think you'd better--show him in--to the library." Young Griswold looked a little pale and worn and there were dark shadows under his eyes that told of the strain from the long struggle. But his steady gray eyes and the se...