82 THE POOR WOODCUTTER.

 

ed his steps homeward, his head was ach-
ing violently ; he felt feverish, and almost
staggered as he walked.

Mr. Edgar, as has been seen, was far
from feeling happy. He could not get the
thought of the poor labouring-man out of
his mind, try as he would, nor help feeling
that, even though he had paid him the
price agreed upon for his work, he had not
dealt by him fairly. So occupied was his
mind with this idea, that he was not able
to sleep for nearly two hours after retiring
for the night. With the morning came
back the same thoughts. He felt troubled
and ashamed. On going to his office, he
found himself still haunted by the man’s
‘Image. Finally he determined to go to
the wharves, search him out, and pay him .
half-a-dollar more, in hopes thus to ease
his conscience, or lay the troubled spirit
that was haunting him. Acting up to this
resolution, Mr. Edgar went down to the
Delaware, and walked along the wood-
wharves for ten or fifteen minutes, in hopes