You don't like M'Carthy ?" "To be sure I do, as the devil does holy wather." "Well," proceeded Mogue, "I've a thing in my head about him--but sure he's in the black list as it is." "Well, what is it you have in your head about him ?" Mogue shook it, but added, "Never mind, I'll think it over again, and when I'm made up on it, maybe I'll tell you.

Don't we meet on this day week ?" "Sartainly, will you come ?" "I intend it, for the truth is, Misther Magrath, that the Millstone must be broke; that I may die in pace, but it must, an' any one that stands in the way of it must suffer.

May I be happy, but they must." The pedlar looked cautiously about him, and seeing that the coast was clear and no person visible, he thrust a letter into his hand, adding, "you may lave it in some place where the ould chap, or either of the sons, will be sure to find it.

Maybe it'll tache them a little more civility to their neighbors." Mogue looked at the document, and placing it securely in his pocket, asked, "Is it a notice ?" The other nodded in the affirmative, and added, with a knowing wink, "There's a coffin and a cross-bones in it, and the name is signed wid real blood, Mogue; and that's the way to go about breakin' the Millstone, my man." "That I may never do an ill turn, but it is.

Well, God bless you, Misther Magrath, an' whisper now, don't forget an odd patther-anavy goin' to bed, in hopes that God will prosper our honest endayvours.