ffecting anger.

"Faix, I 'd have earned half a crown if I 'd got up on the beast and
rode down to Bilton's," said the fellow, grinning.

"You 'd have had your skull cracked with this cane, the next time I met
you, for your pains," said the other, really enraged, while he chucked a
shilling at him.

"Success to your honor,--all's right," said the boy. And touching his
cap, he scampered off into the wood, and disappeared.

"You shall have a sea voyage, my friend," said Linton, looking after
him; "a young gentleman with such powers of observation would have a
fine opening in our colonies." And away he rode towards town, his brain
revolving many a complex scheme and lucky stratagem, but still with
ready smile acknowledging each salutation of his friends, and conveying
the impression of being one whose easy nature was unruffled by a care.

CHAPTER XIX. THE DOMESTIC DETECTIVE CONSULTED.

Of "sweet fifteen" no mortal e'er afraid is,
Your real "man traps" are old maiden ladies.

The Legacy.

It was late of that same afternoon ere Cashel awoke. Mr. Phillis had
twice adventured into the room on tiptoe, and as stealthily retired, and
was now, for the third time, about to retreat, when Roland called him
back.

"Beg pardon, sir; but Mrs. Kennyfeck's footman has been here twice for
the answer to this note."

"Let me see it," said Cashel, taking a highly-perfumed epistle, whose
tinted paper, seal, and superscription were all in the perfection of
epistolary coquetry.

Dear Mr. Cashel,--Mamma desires me to convey her reproaches
for your shocking forgetfulness of yesterday, when, after
promising to dine here, you never appeared. She will,
however, not only forgive the past, but be grateful for the
present, if you will come to us to-day at seven.

Believe me, very truly yours,

Olivia Kennyfeck.

Simple and commonplace as the words were, Cashel read them over more
than once.

I know not if any of my male readers can corroborate me, but I have
always thought there is some mysterious attraction in even the most
every-day epistle of a young and pretty woman. The commonest social
forms assume a different meaning, and we read the four letters which
spell "dear" in an acceptation very remote from what they inspire when
written by one's law agent; and then, the concluding "yours truly,"
or "faithfully yours," or better again, "ever yours,"--what suggestive
little words