'Whisht, Annette darlin'; don't cry for the baby,' said her husband.
'Shure it's better off than the rest av us, it is. An' didn't ye hear
what the minister said about the beautiful place it is? An' shure he
wouldn't lie to us at all.' But a mother cannot be comforted for her
first-born son.
An hour later Nixon brought Father Goulet. He was a little Frenchman
with gentle manners and the face of a saint. Craig welcomed him warmly,
and told him what he had done.
'That is good, my brother,' he said, with gentle courtesy, and, turning
to the mother, 'Your little one is safe.'
Behind Father Goulet came Nixon softly, and gazed down upon the little
quiet face, beautiful with the magic of death. Slavin came quietly and
stood beside him. Nixon turned and offered his hand. But Slavin said,
moving slowly back--
'I did ye a wrong, Nixon, an' it's a sorry man I am this day for it.'
'Don't say a word, Slavin,' answered Nixon, hurriedly. 'I know how you
feel. I've got a baby too. I want to see it again. That's why the break
hurt me so.
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