before,
she refused to hear of it, they tried to bring things to a head by
refusing any longer to contribute toward the rent. They did it with fear
and trembling, but they did not know those two, after all. The day notice
had been given Kate called at the office.

She came to thank her friends for their help in the past. It was all right
for them to stop now, she said; it was her turn. "Grandma took care of me
when I was a little girl for years; now I can take care of her. I am
earning five dollars a week; that is more than when you first helped us,
and I shall soon get a raise. Grannie and I will move into other rooms
that are not so high up, for the stairs are hard on her. She shall stay
with me while she lives and I will mind her."

She was as good as her word. With her own hands and the aid of every man
in the tenement who happened to be about, she moved their belongings to
the new home, while the mothers and children cheered her on the way. They
live not far from there to-day, year by year more snugly housed, for Kate
is earning a stenographer's pay now. Her employers in the office raised
her wages when they heard, through her friends, of Kate's plucky choice;
but that is another thing Kate Murray does not know. Since then she has
set up in business for herself. Grandma, as I told you, is still living,
getting younger every day, in her adoration of the young woman who moves
about her, light-footed and light-hearted, patting her pillow, smoothing
her snowy hair, and showing affection for her in a thousand little ways.
Sometimes when the young woman sings the old Irish songs that Grandma
herself taught the girl's mother as a child, she looks up with a start,
thinking it is her Maggie come back. Then she remembers, and a shadow
flits across her kind old face. If Kate sees it, she steals up behind her,
and, putting two affectionate arms around her neck, whispers in her
ear, "I love oo, Grannie," and the elder woman laughs and lives again in
the blessed present. At such times I wonder how much Kate really does
know. But she keeps her own counsel.

[Illustration: "IF KATE SEES IT, SHE STEALS UP BEHIND HER, AND, PUTTING
TWO AFFECTIONATE ARMS AROUND HER NECK, WHISPERS IN HER EAR, 'I LOVE OO,
GRANNIE.'"]

THE MOTHER'S HEAVEN

The door-bell of the Nurses' Settlement rang loudly one rainy night, and a
Polish Jewess demanded speech with Miss Wald. This was the story she told:
She scrubbed halls and stairs in a n