Dee DIGGING A GRAVE

“ More learning,” interrupted Mr. Connor,
sententiously, who was a model policeman,
erect, unflinching, dictatorial and very ob-
servant—as all policemen ought to be—
an adamantine faith in himself. «“ There’s
much in the differ between learning and
education — not that there’s any support in |
either, where there’s no beef and taters—
and them that hasn’t what we mentioned
takes some to brandy, some to gin, according
to the class its easier got its fire as well
as food, and the more of it that goes in, the
more sense goes out, and so on, Mrs. Byrne.”

“ Well, I suppose so; but, Mr. Gorinar,
it’s not only poor women that take to it.” ~~.
. Mr. Connor elevated his right eyebrow,
and passed his hand over. his mouth = con-
ceal an involuntary smile.

“Right again, Mrs. Byrne ; and it’s just
among such like as you are now thinking

of, that the habit has. Increased, The: rail-