nothing but that. Martin, for my sake, will you look on him as a
brother?--a wicked, bad, castaway brother; but still as a brother, to
be forgiven, and, if possible, redeemed?"

"As I hope for glory in Heaven, I will," said Martin; "but I think
he'll go far from this; I think he'll quit Dunmore."

"Maybe he will; perhaps it's betther he should; but he'll lave his name
behind him. Don't be too hard on that, and don't let others; and even
av he does go, it'll not be long before he'll want a frind, and I don't
know anywhere he can go that he's likely to find one. Wherever he may
go, or whatever he may do, you won't forget he was my brother; will
you, Martin? You won't forget he was your own Anty's only brother."

Martin again gave her his solemn word that he would, to the best of his
ability, act as a friend and brother to Barry.

"And now about the will." Martin again endeavoured to dissuade her from
thinking about a will just at present.

"Ah! but my heart's set upon it," she said; "I shouldn't be happy
unless I did it, and I'm sure you don't want to make me unhappy, now.
You must get me some lawyer here, Martin; I'm afraid you're not lawyer
enough for that yourself."

"Indeed I'm not, Anty; it's a trade I know little about."

"Well; you must get me a lawyer; not to-morrow, for I know I shan't be
well enough; but I hope I shall next day, and you may tell him just
what to put in it. I've no secrets from you." And she told him exactly
what she had before told her brother. "That'll not hurt him," she
continued; "and I'd like to think you and the dear girls should accept
something from me."

Martin then agreed to go to Daly. He was on good terms with them all
now, since making the last offer to them respecting the property;
besides, as Martin said, "he knew no other lawyer, and, as the will was
so decidedly in Barry's favour, who was so proper to make it as Barry's
own lawyer?"

"Good-bye now, Martin," said Anty; "we shall be desperately scolded for
talking so long; but it was on my mind to say it all, and I'm betther
now it's all over."

"Good night, dear Anty," said Martin, "I'll be seeing you to-morrow."

"Every day, I hope, Martin, till it's all over. God bless you, God
bless you all--and you above all. You don't know, Martin--at laist
you didn't know all along, how well, how thruly I've loved you. Good
night," and Martin left the room, as Barry had done, in tears. But he
had no feeling within him of which h