t doubts him; but take my advice, and don't be falling
out with him yet. I'll see Feemy to-morrow, and if she won't hear or
won't heed what her priest says to her, I'll tell you what we'll do.
One woman will always listen to another, and I'll ask Mrs. McKeon to
speak to Feemy, and tell her the character she'll be giving herself.
Mrs. McKeon has daughters of her own, and when I remind her that
Feemy has neither mother, nor sister, nor female friend of any kind,
she'll not be refusing me this, disagreeable though it may be to her.
And now, Thady, do you go home to bed, and pray to God to protect
your sister; and, remember, my boy, that though you may have reason
to be displeased with her, as I said, she has neither mother nor
sister; she has no one to look to but yourself, and if there is much
in her to forgive, there are many causes for forgiveness."

Thady silently shook hands with his friend, and went home; and
whether or no he obeyed the priest's injunctions to pray for
protection for his sister, that good man himself did not go to sleep
till he had long been on his knees, imploring aid for her, and the
numerous unfortunates of his flock.

CHAPTER VIII.

MISS MACDERMOT AT HOME.

At any rate the priest's admonitions had this effect on Thady, that
when he came in to breakfast after his morning avocations, he spoke
to Feemy, whom he had not seen since their stormy interview of
yesterday, with kindness, and, for him, gentleness. But she seemed
only half inclined to accept the proffered olive branch. Thady's
morning salutations couldn't go far towards putting a young girl
in good humour, for even now that he meant to be gracious it was
only--"Well, Feemy, how's yourself this morning; and will you be
ready for Mary Brady's wedding?" But her answer--"Oh, in course;
will you take your breakfast there?" showed him that she had not
forgiven his aspersions against her lover, and the breakfast passed
over in silence, with the exception of Larry's usual growls. Thady,
therefore, when he had swallowed his potatoes and milk, betook
himself again to Pat Brady and the fields. Larry was left alone to
sleep, if he could, over the fire, and Feemy betook herself to her
own parlour, and proceeded to penetrate farther into the mysteries of
the "Mysterious Assassin."

There she sat--a striking contradiction of that proverb which we so
often quote with reference to young ladies, and which so seldom can
be quoted with truth, "Be