deep.

Honora knew from the expression of the two men that a new element had
entered into her father's happiness.

"I free you from your promise, my child," said Ledwith, "my most
faithful, most tender child. It is the glory of men that the race is
never without such children as you. You are free from any bond. It is my
wish that you accept your release."

She accepted smiling, to save him from the stress of emotion. Then he
wished to see the cathedral in the light of the afternoon sun, and
Arthur opened the door of the sick-room. The dying man could see from
his pillow the golden spires, and the shining roof, that spoke to him so
wonderfully of the triumph of his race in a new land, the triumph which
had been built up in the night, unseen, uncared for, unnoticed.

"God alone has the future," he said.

Once he looked at Honora, once more, with burning eyes, that never could
look enough on that loved child. With his eyes on the great temple,
smiling, he died. They thought he had fallen asleep in his weakness.
Honora took his head in her arms, and Arthur Dillon stood beside her and
wept.

CHAPTER XXVI.

THE FALL OF LIVINGSTONE.

The ending of Quincy Livingstone's career in England promised to be like
the setting of the sun: his glory fading on the hills of Albion only to
burn with greater splendor in his native land: Chief Justice of the
Supreme Court! He needed the elevation. True, his career at court had
been delightful, from the English point of view even brilliant; the
nobility had made much of him, if not as much as he had made of the
nobility; the members of the government had seriously praised him, far
as they stood from Lord Constantine's theory of American friendship.
However pleasant these things looked to the Minister, of what account
could they be to a mere citizen returning to private life in New York?
Could they make up for the failures of the past year at home, the utter
destruction of his pet schemes for the restraint of the Irish in the
land of the Puritans?

What disasters! The alliance thrust out of consideration by the strong
hand of Birmingham; the learned Fritters chased from the platform by
cold audiences, and then from the country by relentless ridicule; Sister
Claire reduced to the rank of a tolerated criminal, a ticket-of-leave
girl; and the whole movement discredited! Fortunately these calamities
remained unknown in London.

The new honors, however, would hide the failure a