has a clerkship in
the Customs,--a poor place it is."

"I'm glad of it," said he, fiercely; "there was an old score between
us,--that's his father and me,--and I knew I would n't die till it was
settled."

"These are not kindly feelings, father," said Dunn, mildly.

"No; but they 're natural ones, and that's as good," said the old man,
with an energy that seemed to defy his age. "Where would I be now, where
would you, if it was only kindness we thought of? There wasn't a man
in all Ireland I wanted to be quite with so much as old Kellett of
Kellett's Court; and you'd not wonder if you knew why; but I won't
tell."

Davenport Dunn's cheek grew crimson and then deadly pale, but he never
uttered a word.

"And what's more," continued the old man, energetically, "I'd pay the
debt off to his children and his children's children with interest, if I
could."

Still was the other silent; and the old man looked angry that he had
not succeeded in stimulating the curiosity he had declared he would not
gratify.

"Fate has done the work already, sir," said Dunn, gravely. "Look where
_we_ are, and where _they!_"

"That 's true,--that's true; we have a receipt in full for it all; but
I 'd like to show it to him. I 'd like to say to him, 'Mr. Kellett, once
upon a time, when my son there was a child--'"

"Father, father, these memories can neither make us wiser nor happier,"
broke in Dunn, in a voice of deep emotion. "Had I taken upon me to carry
through life the burden of resentments, my back had been broken long
ago; and from your own prudent counsels I learned that this could never
lead to success. The men whom destiny has crushed are like bankrupt
debtors, and to pursue them is but to squander your own resources."

The old man sat moodily, muttering indistinctly to himself, and
evidently little moved by the words he had listened to.

"Are you going away already?" cried he, suddenly, as Dunn rose from his
chair.

"Yes, sir; I have a busy day before me to-morrow, and need some sleep to
prepare for it."

"What will you be doing to-morrow, Davy?" asked the old man, while a
bright gleam of pride lighted up his eyes and illuminated his whole
face.

"I have deputations to receive,--half a dozen, at least. The Drainage
Commission, too, will want me, and I must contrive to have half an hour
for the Inland Navigation people; then the Attorney-General will call
about these prosecutions, and I have not made up my mind about the