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"
He
did
n't
say
.
"
Mr.
O'Connor
put
his
cigarette
into
his
mouth
and
began
search
his
pockets
.
He
took
out
a
pack
of
thin
pasteboard
cards
.
"
I
'll
get
you
a
match
,
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
Never
mind
,
this
'll
do
,
"
said
Mr.
O'Connor
.
He
selected
one
of
the
cards
and
read
what
was
printed
on
it
:
MUNICIPAL
ELECTIONS
ROYAL
EXCHANGE
WARD
Mr.
Richard
J.
Tierney
,
P.L.G.
,
respectfully
solicits
thefavour
of
your
vote
and
influence
at
the
coming
electionin
the
Royal
Exchange
Ward.Mr
.
O'Connor
had
been
engaged
by
Tierney
's
agent
to
canvass
one
part
of
the
ward
but
,
as
the
weather
was
inclement
and
his
boots
let
in
the
wet
,
he
spent
a
great
part
of
the
day
sitting
by
the
fire
in
the
Committee
Room
in
Wicklow
Street
with
Jack
,
the
old
caretaker
.
They
had
been
sitting
thus
since
e
short
day
had
grown
dark
.
It
was
the
sixth
of
October
,
dismal
and
cold
out
of
doors
.
Mr.
O'Connor
tore
a
strip
off
the
card
and
,
lighting
it
,
lit
his
cigarette
.
As
he
did
so
the
flame
lit
up
a
leaf
of
dark
glossy
ivy
the
lapel
of
his
coat
.
The
old
man
watched
him
attentively
and
then
,
taking
up
the
piece
of
cardboard
again
,
began
to
fan
the
fire
slowly
while
his
companion
smoked
.
"
Ah
,
yes
,
"
he
said
,
continuing
,
"
it
's
hard
to
know
what
way
to
bring
up
children
.
Now
who
'd
think
he
'd
turn
out
like
that
!
I
sent
him
to
the
Christian
Brothers
and
I
done
what
I
could
him
,
and
there
he
goes
boosing
about
.
I
tried
to
make
him
someway
decent
.
"
