ience."

"Connor, divil a one, but you're the moral of a good boy; I dunna a
fault you have but one."

"Come, let us hear it."

"I'll tell you some day, but not now, not now--but I will tell you--an'
I'll let you know the raison thin that I don't mintion it now; in the
mane time I'll sit down an take a smoke."

"A smoke! why, I never knew you smoked."

"Nor I, myself, till last night. This tindher--box I was made a present
of to light my pipe, when not near a coal. Begad, now that I think of
it, I suppose it was smokin' that knocked me up so much last night, an'
mide my head so sick to-day."

"It helped it, I'll engage; if you will take my advice, it's a custom
you won't larn."

"I have a good deal to throuble me, Connor; you know I have; an' what we
are brought down to now; I have more nor you'd believe to think of; as
much, any way, as'll make this box an' steel useful, I hope, when I'm
frettin'."

Flanagan spoke truth, in assuring Connor that the apology given for
his intoxication on the preceding night had escaped his memory. It was
fortunate for him, indeed, that O'Donovan, like all candid and ingenuous
persons, was utterly devoid of suspicion, otherwise he might have
perceived, by the discrepancy in the two accounts, as well as by
Flanagan's confusion, that he was a person in whom it might not be
prudent to entrust much confidence.

PART III.

The tryste between Connor and Una was held at the same place and hour as
before, and so rapid a progress had love made in each of their hearts,
that we question if the warmth of their interview, though tender and
innocent, would be apt to escape the censure of our stricter readers.
Both were depressed by the prospect that lay before them, for Connor
frankly assured her that he feared no earthly circumstances could ever
soften his father's heart so far as to be prevailed upon to establish
him in life.

"What then can I do, my darling Una? If your father and mother won't
consent--as I fear they won't--am I to bring you into the miserable
cabin of a day laborer? for to this the son of a man so wealthy as my
father is, must sink. No, Una dear, I have sworn never to bring you to
poverty, and I will not."

"Connor," she replied somewhat gravely, "I thought you had formed a
different opinion of me. You know but little of your own Una's heart,
if you think she wouldn't live with you in a cabin a thousand and a
thousand times sooner than she would live with any