me that he won't recover from. I will imitate Morrissy--and will
welcome his fate."

"Aisy, Torley," said Casey; "hould in a little. You are spakin' now of
Masther Charles?"

"I am, the villain! warn't they found together?"

"I have one question to ask you," proceeded Barney, "and it is
this--when did you see or spake with Shawn-na-Middogue?"

"Not since that unfortunate night."

"Well, all I can tell you is this--that Masther Charles had as much to
do with the ruin of your daughter as the king of Jerusalem. Take my
word for that. He is not the stuff that such a villain is made of, but I
suspect who is."

"And who do you suspect, Barney?"

"I say I only suspect; but, so long as it is only suspicion, I will
mention no names. It wouldn't be right; and for that reason I will wait
until I have betther information. But, after all," he proceeded, "maybe
nothing wrong has happened."

The mother shook her head: "I know to the contrairy," she replied,
"and intended on that very night to bring her to an account about her
appearance, but I never had the opportunity."

The father here wrung his hands, and his groans were dreadful.

"Could you see Shawn-na-Middogue?" asked Barney.

"No," replied Davoren; "he, too, has disappeared; and although he is
hunted like a bag-fox, nobody can find either hilt or hair of him."

"Might it not be possible that she is with him?" he asked again.

"No, Barney," replied her mother, "we know Shawn too well for that. He
knows how we loved her, and what we would suffer by her absence. Shawn,
though driven to be an outlaw, has a kind heart, and would never allow
us to suffer what we are sufferin' on her account. O, no! we know Shawn
too well for that."

"Well," replied Barney, meditatively, "there's one thing I'm inclined to
think: that whoever was the means of bringing shame and disgrace upon
poor Granua will get a touch of his middogue that won't fail as the
first did. Shawn now knows his man, and, with the help of God, I hope
he won't miss his next blow. I must now go; and before I do, let me tell
you that, as I said before, Masther Charles is as innocent of the shame
brought upon poor Granua as the king of Jerusalem."

There is a feeling of deep but silent sorrow which weighs down the
spirit after the death of some beloved individual who is taken away from
among the family circle. It broods upon, and casts a shadow of the most
profound gloom over the bereaved heart; but let a perso