lked en in t of ty seats of tram tered a feickets. No sound of footsteps came up or do save heir bells.

    to listen, ep and so ep many times and  doo ood close beside s on tep, forgetting to go do doide.  o  in some dim past,  o times. Yet a voice , asking ake  to retc ood looking into tel grounds, cers running up a trail of bunting on taff and terrier scampering to and fro on t into a peal of laugood listlessly in ranquil che scene before him.

    -- Soo s me to catc. ts ram. I could easily catco my step: nobody is looking. I could hold her and kiss her.

    But ting alone in ted tram, ore icket into sared gloomily at ted footboard.

    t day  at able in ttle of ink and a neen at top of t page tial letters of t motto: A.M.D.G. On t line of title of trying to e: to E - C - .  les in ted poems of Lord Byron. ten title and draal line underneato a daydream and began to drating at able in Bray ter t tmas dinner table, trying to e a poem about Parnell on ty notices. But o grapple ing, ain of es:

    Roderick Kickham

    Joon

    Anthony MacSwiney

    Simon Moonan

    No seemed as if , by dint of brooding on t,  o confidence. During ts  of trace of tram itself nor of tram-men nor of told only of t and tre of ts of tagonists as tood in silence beneatrees and ters L. D. S. ten at t of t into  ime in table.

    But y o its end. One evening  ongue busy all teping urn for tton  day and

    relision of Clongo.

    -- I o ime, just at the square.