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In those days deference was rigidly exacted in the divers relations of life: a disrespectful word would have caused McMurtagh's quick dismissal, and the Bowdoins, father and son, would have been made miserable thereby. "The lad must have his way with the little girl," said Mr. "It seems so," said Mr.

But she knew no one worthy save the Bowdoins, and they did not get on with him. His own social acquaintance, of which he had boasted somewhat, appeared to be in other cities. However, they continued to live on together. St. Clair was fairly regular at his work; and all went well for more than a year. No year, probably, of James McMurtagh's life had he been so happy. It delighted him to let St.

"When the pirate wants it, he can have it, in hell or elsewhere," ended Mr. Bowdoin profanely. But coming out, and after Mr. James had gone away, the old gentleman went to Jamie McMurtagh's desk. Poor Jamie had seen them enter the vault, and his heart stood still. But all Mr. Bowdoin said was to ask him if his salary was sufficient.

McMurtagh's lodgings and asking if they had heard from him." "Haven't you been there yet? I should think any fool would have gone there first!" "That's why I didn't, sir," said Harley respectfully. Old Mr. Bowdoin chuckled grimly, and his grandson took his leave. "Come back and tell me at the bank!" cried Mr. Bowdoin.

The old clock ticked with unruffled composure; the bag of gold lay gaping on the wooden floor, where young Bowdoin had untied its mouth to see; and the little maid had climbed upon McMurtagh's stool, and was playing with the leaves of the big ledger familiarly, as if pirates' maids and pirates' treasure were entered on the debit side of every page. "What shall I do with the money?" asked Bowdoin.

Again the bank directors met, and again at his request this time avowedly on account of McMurtagh's illness the reorganization and examination were postponed. And at last, the very day before the next meeting, there came a telegram from Harley in New York. It said this only: "Landed to-day. Arrive to-morrow morning. Found."

"Perhaps I will, sir; and if I do, what of it? Older men than I have married, I take it! Insolent young dog!" "May I tell my mother, sir?" Now, Mrs. James Bowdoin was an august person; and here McMurtagh's anxiety led him to interfere at any cost.

He looked over his shoulder, and saw that they were following. When nearly at their cottage, he turned about irresolutely and met them. David St. Clair my father." "I made Miss McMurtagh's acquaintance at the Rockland House last night, she plays so beautifully." Then Jamie remembered that he had gone out to smoke his pipe upon the piazza. He looked at the newcomer. St.

The latter deemed it most politic to put the question on a basis of expense; but this was met by Jamie's allegation of a considerable saving in the family budget caused by old McMurtagh's decease and consequent total abstinence. Mr. James was mildly incredulous that the old drayman could have drunk enough to pay for a grand piano, and Jamie grew rusty.

O'Neill," said Mr. Stanchion sternly, "if I see you again interfering with McMurtagh's mail, you may go. What business is that of ours?" Poor O'Neill hung his head, abashed. But all eyes were on Jamie as he opened his desk. He put the letter in his pocket. The clerks looked at one another. The suspense became unendurable. When old Mr. Bowdoin came in, the cashier told him what had happened.