Do you talk of a Dalton goin' out to bee?
taka that!" And as he spoke, he hit her over the arm with a stick he always carried.
"Now that will teach you to talk of beg-gin'.

No!--die--die first--die at wanst; but no beggin' for any one wid the blood of a Dalton in their veins.

Death--death--a thousand times sooner!" "Father--oh! father, father, why, why did you do that ?" exclaimed his son, "to strike poor kind an' heart-broken Peggy, that would shed her blood for you or any of us.

Oh! father, I am sorry to see it." The sorrowing girl turned pale by the blow, and a few tears came down her cheeks; but she thought not of herself, nor of her sufferings.

After the necessary pause caused by the pain, she ran to him, and, throwing her arms about his neck, exclaimed in a gush of sorrow that was perfectly heart-rending to witness-- "Oh! father dear, forgive me--your own poor Peggy; sure it was chiefly on your account and Mary's I was goin' to do it.