The one, wid a juvenile rabble at his back, three to one, was a tyrant over the young schismatics; whilst Bryan, like a brave youth as he was, ever and always protected them against the disadvantage of numbers, and insisted on showing them fair play.

I am warm, Mrs.
Cavanagh," he continued, "and heat, you know, generates thirst.

I know that a drop o' the right sort used to be somewhere undher this same roof; but I'm afraid if the _fama clamosa_ be thrue, that the side of the argument I have taken isn't exactly such as to guarantee me a touch at the native--that is, taking it for granted that there's any in the house." This request was followed by a short silence.

The Cavanagh's all, with the exception of Kathleen, looked at each other, but every eye was marked either by indecision or indifference.

At length Hanna looked at her sister, and simply said, "dear Kathleen!" "He has done," replied the latter, in a low voice, "what I had not the generosity to do--he has defended the absent." "Darling Kathleen," Hanna whispered, and then pressed her once more to her heart.