WITH. A WINE-GLASS. _ 59

-“¢ Tt was so, sir ; it was no business of
his ;’ but, of course, none of them would give
in to that. So he was fined or to be im-
prisoned; he had the money all but half a
| crown, and —”’ | |

“You gave him that ; I know you did,”
exclaimed Mary, as she hid her ecneilacd |
face on her old friend’s ample shoulder and
pressed her arms round her neck.

«T did: but neither for love nor liking,
“but for the honor of old Ireland; and he
followed hot. foot after me when he was
| discharged.”

“Well,” sobbed Mary, breathlessly, “and —
what*did he Say (°?

“<¢ Mrs. Byrne,’ he says; ‘God bless you,’
he says; ‘you've saved ‘me from shame,’ he —
| says, ‘for no one belonging to me was ever
in a jail: and she to know it; I'll take my
pledge, upon the face of the earth,’ he says,
‘to satisfy you.’