"Come in, Nancy," the man repeated. "Come in and sit down there in the
chair you occupied this afternoon when you dared to tell me the truth
that all others feared to tell. You're a brave little woman, Nancy, and,
thanks to you, all is well with me at last. As he said, he brought me
forgiveness for my sins and peace which surpasseth all understanding.
Thanks to you, Nancy, thanks to you."
"Thanks to me is it, lad? Not a bit of it, not a bit of it. Thanks be
to God!" ejaculated Nancy fervently.
"Thanks be to God!" whispered Maggie, as a tear rolled down her worn and
faded cheek and splashed into the pan of water in which she was washing
the supper dishes. "Thanks be to God for bringin' him back even at the
eleventh hour!"
THE STORY OF JULIE BENOIT.
Julie leaned against the door of the room from which she had just been
summoned. Her black eyes flashed defiance into the eyes of the woman
watching her in sorrowful silence.
"Why you come here?" she cried. "Why you not leave me alone? I not want
to see you nor anyone. You no right to come here; you not my forewoman
now. You dismiss me in disgrace a week ago, you and that superintendent
in your factory over there. What you come for; to punish me some more?"
"My poor child," returned the other gently, "you must not hate me so.
Believe me, I love you, Julie, and I've come here as your friend.
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