Would it not be better to pray to God to guide Howel, and trust in a higher power than mine ?' Mr Jenkins put a long, thin, bony hand out of bed, and grasped Rowland's hand tightly.

He fixed two keen black eyes upon him, and, as he half raised himself in bed, displayed a withered face, the most remarkable feature of which was a very prominent, hooked nose, like the beak of a large bird.
'You wasn't thinking I was going to die, was you, Rowland?
I 'ont just awhile, see you.

But tell you your father there's more gold than he is thinking of; and Howel'll be a husband for any one, much less for Miss Netta.

Promise me to be lending him a hand, if he do keep constant to your sister.' 'I am sorry, Uncle Griff, that I cannot promise anything for Howel.

If he grows steady as you say, there can be no objection; but he must prove it first.