-pot. Davy
was silent. Kinvig walloped his razor on the strop with terrific vigor,
then paused, pointed the handle in Davy's direction, tried to curl up
his lip into a withering sneer that was half lost in the lather, and
said with bitter irony, "My house is too mane for you, sir. You must
lave me. It isn't the Isle of Man itself that'll hould the likes of
you."

Then Davy found his tongue. "You're right, sir," said he, leaping to
his feet, "It's too poor I am for your daughter, is it? Maybe I'll be a
piece richer someday, and then you'll be a taste civiler."

"Behold ye now," said Kinvig, "as bould as a goat! Cut your stick and
quick."

"I'm off, sir," said Davy; and, then, looking round and remembering that
he was being kicked out like a dog and would see Nelly no more, day
by day, the devil took hold of him and he began to laugh in Kinvig's
ridiculous face.

"Good-by, ould Sukee," he cried. "I lave you to your texes."

And, turning to where Mrs. Kinvig stood with her back to him, he cried
again, "Good-by, mawther, take care of his ould head--it's swelling so
much that his chapel hat is putting corns on it."

That night with his "chiss" of clothes on his shoulders, Davy came down
stairs and went out at the porch. There he slipped his burden to the
ground, for somebody was waiting to say farewell to him. It was the
right petticoat this time, and she was on the right side of the door.
The stars were shining overhead, but two that were better than any in
the sky were looking into Davy's face, and they were twinkling in tears.

It was only a moment the parting lasted, but a world of love was got
into it. Davy had to do penance for the insults he had heaped upon
Nelly's father, and in return he got pity for those that had been
shoveled upon himself.

"Good-by, Nell," he whispered; "there's thistles in everybody's crop.
But no matter! I'll come back, and then it's married we'll be. My
goodness, yes, and take Ballacry and have six bas'es, and ten pigs, and
a pony. But, Nelly, will ye wait for me?"

"D'ye doubt me, Davy?"

"No; but will ye though?"

"Yes."

"Then its all serene," said Davy, and with another hug and a kiss, and
a lock of brown hair which was cut ready and tied in blue ribbon, he was
gone with his chest into the darkness.

Davy sailed in an Irish schooner to the Pacific coast of South America.
There he cut his stick again, and got a berth on a coasting steamer
trading between Valparaiso and Ca