rs; and in the course of the morning, as she went
to look after some favorite flowers in the garden, he met her at the
gate.

"Miss Julia," said he, "I wish to spake one word to you, i' you plaise,
miss."

"Well, Mogue, what is it?"

"You know what I tould you about poor Misther Frank last night; and what
I want to say, miss, is, that you aren't to put any trust in it; truth,
I believe I had a sup in--don't be guided by it--it was only jokin'
about him I was--that I may never do an ill turn but it was--now."

"You need make no apology about it, Mogue," she replied; "I am not at
all interested in the matter; but I now know that you told me truth;
and as a friend and well-wisher of Mr. M'Carthy's, in common with all my
family, I am sorry to find it so."

"Oh, well now, miss, what will I do at all? wisha, but that's the way
wid me ever and always; when the little sup is in--and indeed it wasn't
much I tuck--the truth always come out--if it was the killin' of a man,
my heart always gets the betther of ma then."

"I saw him, Mogue, with his face blackened."

"Wisha, wisha, but I was a haythen to mention it at all. The truth is,
I like Mr. Frank--but then again, I don't like anything like desate, or
that carries two faces--only as you did see him, Miss Julia, if you're
loyal to me and won't turn traitor on me--you've but to wait for a
little, I'll be able to tell you more about the same foolish--I'd rather
say foolish for the sake of settin' a Christian pat-thern, than wicked
or traicherous--och, ay--for sure we all have our failins--howandiver
as I was sayin', I'll soon be able, I think, to tell you more about
him--things that will surprise you, miss, ay, and make the blood in your
veins run cowld. Only I say, if you wish to hear this, and to have it as
clearly proved to you as what I tould you last night, you musn't betray
me."

This was spoken in such an earnest, and at the same time in so simple
and candid a manner, that it was actually impossible to suspect for
a moment that there was falsehood or treachery intended. Nay,--his
pretended effort to undeceive her as to M'Carthy's connection with the
Whiteboys, was such a natural step after the drink which she supposed he
had taken on the preceding night, and when cool reflection had returned
to him, that she felt an indescribable curiosity--one attended with
pain and terror--to hear the full extent of her lover's perfidy. Beyond
all doubt, Moylan's treacherous adr