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ght to satisfy。 So engrossed； indeed； was that excellent gentleman in this service that he could hardly find time to give suitable over… sight to his own building operations； in which； by the erection of shack after shack； he sought to meet the ever growing demands of the foreign colony。
Before a year had gone it caused Rosenblatt no small annoyance that while he was thus struggling to keep pace with the demands upon his time and energy； Paulina； with lamentable lack of consideration； should find it necessary to pause in her scrubbing； washing； and baking； long enough to give birth to a fine healthy boy。 Paulina's need brought her help and a friend in the person of Mrs。 Fitzpatrick； who lived a few doors away in the only house that had been able to resist the Galician invasion。 It had not escaped Mrs。 Fitzpatrick's eye nor her kindly heart； as Paulina moved in and out about her duties； that she would ere long pass into that mysterious valley of life and death where a woman needs a woman's help； and so when the hour came； Mrs。 Fitzpatrick； with fine contempt of 〃haythen〃 skill and efficiency； came upon the scene and took command。 It took her only a few moments to clear from the house the men who with stolid indifference to the sacred rights of privacy due to the event were lounging about。 Swinging the broom which she had brought with her； she almost literally swept them forth； flinging their belongings out into the snow。 Not even Rosenblatt； who lingered about； did she suffer to remain。
〃Y're wife will not be nadin' ye； I'm thinkin'； for a while。 Ye can just wait till I can bring ye wurrd av y're babby；〃 she said； pushing him； not unkindly； from the room。
Rosenblatt； whose knowledge of English was sufficient to enable him to catch her meaning； began a vigorous protest：
〃Eet ees not my woman；〃 he exclaimed。
〃Eat； is it！〃 replied Mrs。 Fitzpatrick； taking him up sharply。 〃Indade ye can eat where ye can get it。 Faith； it's a man ye are； sure enough； that can niver forget y're stomach！ An' y're wife comin' till her sorrow！〃
〃Eet ees not my〃 stormily began Rosenblatt。
〃Out wid ye；〃 cried Mrs。 Fitzpatrick； impatiently waving her big red hands before his face。 〃Howly Mother！ It's the wurrld's wonder how a dacent woman cud put up wid ye！〃
And leaving him in sputtering rage； she turned to her duty； aiding； with gentle touch and tender though meaningless words； her sister woman through her hour of anguish。
In three days Paulina was again in her place and at her work； and within a week her household was re…established in its normal condition。 The baby； rolled up in an old quilt and laid upon her bed； received little attention except when the pangs of hunger wrung lusty protests from his vigorous lungs； and had it not been for Mrs。 Fitzpatrick's frequent visits； the unwelcome little human atom would have fared badly enough。 For the first two weeks of its life the motherly…hearted Irish woman gave an hour every day to the bathing and dressing of the babe； while Irma； the little girl of Paulina's household； watched in wide…eyed wonder and delight； watched to such purpose； indeed； that before the two weeks had gone Mrs。 Fitzpatrick felt that to the little girl's eager and capable hands the baby might safely be entrusted。
〃It's the ould…fashioned little thing she is；〃 she confided to her husband； Timothy。 〃Tin years； an' she has more sinse in the hair outside av her head than that woman has in the brains inside av hers。 It's aisy seen she's no mother of hersye can niver get canary burrds from owls' eggs。 And the strength of her；〃 she continued； to the admiring and sympathetic Timothy； 〃wid her white face and her burnin' brown eyes！〃
And so it came that every day； no matter to what depths the thermometer might fall； the little white…faced； white…haired Russian girl with the 〃burnin'〃 brown eyes brought Paulina's baby to be inspected by Mrs。 Fitzpatrick's critical eye。 Before a year had passed Irma had won an assured place in the admiration and affection of not only Mrs。 Fitzpatrick； but of her husband； Timothy； as well。
But of Paulina the same could not be said； for with the passing months she steadily descended in the scale of Mrs。 Fitzpatrick's regard。 Paulina was undoubtedly slovenly。 Her attempts at housekeepingif housekeeping it could be calledwere utterly contemptible in the eyes of Mrs。 Fitzpatrick。 These defects； however； might have been pardoned； and with patience and perseverance might have been removed； but there were conditions in Paulina's domestic relations that Mrs。 Fitzpatrick could not forgive。 The economic arrangements which turned Paulina's room into a public dormitory were abhorrent to the Irish woman's sense of decency。 Often had she turned the full tide of her voluble invective upon Paulina； who； though conscious that all was not wellfor no one could mistake the flash of Mrs。 Fitzpatrick's eye nor the stridency of her voicereceived Mrs。 Fitzpatrick's indignant criticism with a patient smile。 Mrs。 Fitzpatrick； despairing of success in her efforts with Paulina； called in the aid of Anka Kusmuk； who； as domestic in the New West Hotel where Mrs。 Fitzpatrick served as charwoman two days in the week； had become more or less expert in the colloquial English of her environment。 Together they laboured with Paulina； but with little effect。 She was quite unmoved； because quite unconscious； of moral shock。 It disturbed Mrs。 Fitzpatrick not a little to discover during the progress of her missionary labours that even Anka； of whose goodness she was thoroughly assured； did not appear to share her horror of Paulina's moral condition。 It was the East meeting the West； the Slav facing the Anglo…Saxon。 Between their points of view stretched generations of moral development。 It was not a question of absolute moral character so much as a question of moral standards。 The vastness of this distinction in standards was beginning to dawn upon Mrs。 Fitzpatrick； and she was prepared to view Paulina's insensibility to moral distinctions in a more lenient light； when a new idea suddenly struck her：
〃But y're man； how does he stand it？ Tell me that。〃
The two Galician women gazed at each other in silence。 At length Anka replied with manifest reluctance：
〃She got no man here。 Her man in Russia。〃
〃What！〃 exclaimed Mrs。 Fitzpatrick in a terrible voice。 〃An' do ye mane to say！ An' that Rosenblattis he not her husband？ Howly Mother of God；〃 she continued in an awed tone of voice； 〃an' is this the woman I've been havin' to do wid！〃
The wrath； the scorn； the repulsion in her eyes； her face； her whole attitude； revealed to the unhappy Paulina what no words could have conveyed。 Under her sallow skin the red blood of shame slowly mounted。 At that moment she saw herself and her life as never before。 The wrathful scorn of this indignant woman pierced like a lightning bolt to the depths of her sluggish moral sense and awakened it to new vitality。 For a few moments she stood silent and with face aflame； and then； turning slowly； passed into her house。 It was the beginning of Paulina's redemption。
CHAPTER III
THE MARRIAGE OF ANKA
The withdrawing of Mrs。 Fitzpatrick fro