and an M.," he replied, "the two first letthers of my name." "That's another lie," she exclaimed; "they're not the two first letthers of your name, but of her own; there's no M in Hanlon.

At any rate, unless you give the same handkerchy to me, I'll make it be a black business to her." "Keep it, keep it, wid all my heart," he replied, glad to get rid of a topic which at that moment came on him so powerfully and unseasonably.
"Do what you like wid it." "You say so willingly, now--do you ?" "To be sure I do; an' you may tell the whole world that I said so, if you like." "P.

M .-- oh, ay, that's for Peggy Murray--maybe the letthers I saw on the ould tobaccy-box I found in the hole of the wall to-day were for Peggy Murray.

Ha! ha! ha! Oh, may be I won't have a brag over her!" "What letthers ?" asked Hanlon eagerly; "a tobaccy-box, did you say ?" "Ay did I--a tobaccy-box.

I found it in a hole in the wall in our house to-day; it tumbled out while I was gettin' some cobwebs to stop a bleedin'." "Was it a good one ?" asked Hanlon, with apparent carelessness, "could one use it ?" "Hardly; but no, it's all rusty, an' has but one hinge." "But one hinge!" repeated the other, who was almost breathless with anxiety; "an' the letthers--what's this you say they wor ?" "The very same that's on your handkerchy," she replied--"a P.an' an M." "Great God!" he exclaimed, "is this possible! Heavens! What is that?
Did you hear anything ?" "What ails you ?" she enquired.