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dhriving poor craythers out of house Grace. It's not my ailments that I do and home. It's little he's iver seen of spake of. It's the thinking.”
. hardships or he mightn't be so fair “But, Mr. Logan,” Miss O'Connor's and airy about it."
soft sweet voice interrupted; “but, “And does Duffield-grinding Duf- Mr. Logan, you are too ill to let this field—I mean does he act by the young trouble lay on your mind. I am sure master's orders ?"
Mr. Cholmondeley cannot be such a "Of course.
So I'm always tould. hard-hearted man as you represent him. And isn't it the young masther he He will listen to your story and he laves all his mane, low-lived actions cannot treat you harshly when he on? It's not the ould masther that's hears it." dead, God be good to him, would dirty “Miss Grace, you're an angel. It's his hands wid such .meanness I'll be not the likes of you that knows the bound."
blackness of men's hearts. Do not
. Cholmondeley was about to reply soil your purty lips with the names of when a light step behind startled him, Cholmondeley or Duffield. They listen and he rose to meet Grace O'Connor to me! 'Deed an' you're innocent, my face to face. She gave him a hurried lady, of the charackther of sich men, , look of surprise as the poor woman had and I thrust to God that you niver may done, and then, moving past, saluted know it. But you can belave me the latter.
whin I tell you that they could see “How is your husband to-day, Mrs. Mary and the poor childhre here dying Logan?”
before their eyes and they wouldn't be “Wisha, thin, poorly. The thought the men to lave the roof over their o the trouble we're in lies hard heads.” upon the man. Come inside, Miss “ There, there, pray do not excite Grace. Patrick was axin' for you not yourself, Mr. Logan. What you tell a minute ago. Patsy, go in out of the me may be true, though I can hardly door like a good child. Katie, haven't force myself to believe it. you nothing to say to Miss Grace that rate, I shall see that you are taken gives you all the good things ?” care of, even if the Master of Bally
In this way, dividing her conversa- gavin is so inhuman—" tion between the visitor and her chil- She was unable to finish the sendren, Mrs. Logan entered the house. tence. The odd-looking tramp she
“Are you here again, Miss Grace ?” had seen at the door came right up to said a feeble voice, which Cholmon- the bed. A glance at the fine face, deley with a start recognized as that the slender white hands, showed her he had heard beneath his window on that the stranger in spite of his shabby his arrival. “God be good to you, clothes was apparently a gentleman. young lady, as you've been kind to a Are these things you have said poor, broken-hearted man."
true ?” asked the new-comer. She inquired about his health. “ As thrue as that God's above me,
“Oh, I'm comin' 'round, I'm comin' said the sick man, reverently bowing round. But slowly, very slowly, Miss his head.
“How could Mr. Cholmondeley It was the stranger.
« And who are oppress you when he was far away, you, pray ?” Duffield asked, as the when”
curious figure came into the light. “ Yis, he was far away. But hadn't “I believe I have had the pleasure he Grinding Duffield to give his of Mr. Duffield's acquaintance," said ordhers to, aih?"
the other, raising the battered hat “ Did Duffield say that he acted by which half hid his face, Mr. Cholmondeley's orders ? ”
-" cried the “In coorse he always did. By steward, losing his wonted presence of whose else would he act ?"
mind, and almost stricken dumb with “If I had known this,” the stranger astonishment. muttered to himself; then he resumed, “I have had the pleasure of your aloud, “Is yours an exceptional case, acquaintance, Mr. Duffield, but I shall that is, are there no others who have forego myself that enjoyment in the suffered as you have ? ”
future. From this moment our connec“Others ! yes indeed, and scores of tion ceases. Do you understand, sir?" them. There was Paddy Craig, God The steward could not collect himbe good to him, was turned out wid his self. The blow had been too sudden. family one could winther's day. They So, uttering some incoherent words, he raiched a cousin o' theirs in the town mounted his horse and rode off. but poor Paddy went off from pure The occupants of the room turned fretting when he saw his wife and the surprised faces upon the stranger. young ones dying from their exposure. “Och, sure it's the young
masther Then there was the widow Manus—” hisself,” Mrs. Logan cried. " You'll
The invalid's words were here inter- forgive us, sir, for what we were saying rupted by the tramp of horses, and about you, but thin we didn't know
, and as all turned toward the door a you.” voice was heard calling,
“No,” said Cholmondeley, "you did “ Ho, Mrs. Logan! Here, my good not. But what was worse I did not woman!”
know you. My friends, the experience She went to the door, where Mr. of this day has taught me a good Duffield stood, leaning on his horse. lesson, of which I shall be mindful.
“Well, woman,” he asked, “are It has shown me that I have duties to you ready to leave this place, or is perform I have heretofore neglected; that lazy husband of yours still hud- that while I was squandering my time dled
in bed? Tell him that I shall and money away from home my not be humbugged any longer. He fellow-beings were suffering for me. must get out at once. I want this And I have seen, too, that my own piece of land—or at least Mister Chol- tenantry were being taught through mondeley does, and it is his positive my own negligence to hate the name order that you leave here. Do you of Cholmondeley. I shall see, Mr. understand ?
Logan, that your case be properly at“ Yes, Mr. Duffield, I do." It was tended to. Miss O'Connor, I wish you not the poor, sobbing woman spoke. a very good day.”
He turned and went away, with the cured of an hereditary disease in our shabby garments clinging to his fine, family.” manly form.
But the group in the “The deuce," said Vallance, “what cottage saw only the man, and that was that?" man they had already learned to love “ Absenteeism,” Cholmondeley reand respect. So sudden is the transi- plied, “I have been cured of tion of human passions.
absenteeism." This story need not be pursued And he was. Ensign Vallance went farther. Duffield was dismissed at home alone to tell his English friends once and the young proprietor himself about Cholmondeley's resolution. assumed the management of the estate. “He is going to be a very father to When the ensign on his return inquired his Irish tatterdemalions of tenants, about his adventure,
Vallance said. “He is over head and “Vallance," said he, "I went hunt- ears in agriculture, stock-raising, and ing a romance and I found the only all that. But to tell the truth, I think grain of common sense I have had in there is a certain beauty, one Grace possession for some time. I went to O'Connor, who has a great deal to do play the fool before a lady who is a witủ Cholmondeley's resolutions." perfect angel of goodness, and I had Perhaps she had. But however not been in her presence long be- that be it is certain she has a great fore I found myself a wise man. deal to do with them now, for the presThe fact is, Vallance, this is a lucky ent mistress of Ballygavin had Grace day for me. I have been effectually O'Connor for her maiden name.
SUGGESTIONS TO STUDENTS.That a to be influenced by one man alone; young man should have warm admira- and yet every ardent disciple necestion for the eminent teachers of his sarily exaggerates beyond all bounds day is most desirable ; that the moral the influence of his master's teaching. atmosphere in which he lives should be If all prophets were carefully shut up purified by the presence of men whom and allowed to publish what they he can respect is essential; but it is please, their teaching would have a very doubtful whether he should not better chance of being judged on its be warned more carefully against ab- own merits, instead of degenerating juring, than against abusing his intel- into the shibboleth of a clique. lectual liberty. He will get a great many falls by trying to stand on his It is a very high mind to which gratiown legs; but at any rate he will learn tude is not a painful sensation. If to use them; and if he loses a little of you wish to please, you will find it wiser the pleasure of youthful enthusiasm, to receive, even solicit favors, than he will be more liable to escape the accord them; for the vanity of the narrowness which overtakes most ad- obligor is always flattered, that of the herents of a sect. Nobody can affordobligee rarely,
The press generally has come in foring it to be greatly demoralizing. In no small share of the odium due alone one respect the perusal of light literato the department comprehended under ture bears a curious analogy to the use this head. Sensible people are occa- of alcholic drinks. They are both stimsionally heard to question the truth of ulants, the one mental and the other the statement : that this same press physical, and produce similar results is less of an evil than a good, in view in their respective spheres. As the of the flagrant delinquencies of light nervous elation created by the physical literature. But light literature col- stimulant is invariably succeeded by lectively is regarded by an influen- a corresponding nervous depression, tial mass of opinion as one of those so is the interest which works of ficsocial cancers indigenous to an ad-tion excite succeeded by a correspondvanced stage of civilization. And ing indifference to the realities of life. facts only too strongly support so Indulgence in each ends in an increased emphatic a judgment. Those who desire therefor, thus leading on to have made it an object of special the destruction of the reason. It is not observation, meet with little difficulty excess, which, with both, culminates in in tracing to its influence many a commonly known that novels have broken heart, many a blighted life, sent victims to the mad-house as well many an early grave. It is notorious as gin, or whiskey; but the medical that Ainsworth, the writer of “Jack profession has been cognizant of the Sheppard,” and his host of miserable fact for some time. About three imitators in the cheap weeklies of to- years ago the well-known English day, are responsible for a large in-journal, the Lancet, gave a diagnosis crease of criminals in this country of what it called the “novel-reading and in England. What the effect is on disease,” illustrated by a summary of the general character of society cannot statistics which specified several cases be reduced to a table of statistics; but, of hopeless idiocy and premature death, when we mark the innocent, guileless that could not be ascribed to any other youth, developing under a course of source. The symptoms, it stated, novels into that horrible abortion of were pale faces and unnatural languor, manhood, a precocious boy, with a con- accompanied by a decrease of interest tempt for simple amusements, and a in ordinary occupations and events; decided preference for vicious ones, which, at an early stage, lapsed into an there can be no hesitation in assum- incurable decline. Testimony of such