"Jud he argies with him, 'cos he knows Jess's heart'll be broke if she don't git the pianner; an' after a while he thinks he's got it all fixed; but jest afore Sneath an' his wife takes the stage he telaphones down to the warehouse to let the pianner stay there till he comes back. Then he goes away, an' Jud is as down in the mouth as if he'd run his fist ag'in' a band-saw.

But, glory be to God, there's a providence over all, and maybe she'll live yet to give him the go-by." "How you talk, mother," said Martin; "and what's the use? Whatever he wishes won't harum her; and maybe, now she's dying, his heart'll be softened to her. Any way, don't let him have to say she died here, without his hearing a word how bad she was."

"We must make you quite well and strong that is as strong as we can" with a compassionate glance, "by the time he comes. When do you expect him?" "Any day now, ma'am Sisther, I mane aye, indeed, I may say any day an' every day, an' I'm afeard his heart'll be broke findin' me in this place. But no matther!"

Oh, God support me! my heart here my heart'll break! My brain, too, and my head oh! if God 'ud take me before I'd see it! But it can't be it's not possible that our innocent boy should meet sich a death!" "No, dear, it is not; sure he's innocent that's one comfort; but, Fardorougha, as the men said, you must go to a lawyer and see what can be done to defind him."

After a time the general chilliness penetrated even Williams's coat of polish, and only the clinking of the knives and forks broke the uncomfortable stillness. Dic was well avenged. Soon after dinner Tom and Dic returned. Tom went to the kitchen, and his mother said: "Tom, my son, your words grieved me, and I " "Oh, shut up," answered De Triflin'. "Your heart'll bust if you talk too much.

Ah, don't answer me! Don't stain yer soul with anny more falsehoods! Money's what's irkin' ye the girl's earnin's. They're more t' ye than her happiness, and a good home, and a grand husband!" Then to Johnnie, "Wee poet, won't ye wink a bright lash at the Father who loves ye? or me heart'll split in two pieces!"

"Oh yes, I must do so myself; I must tell the Lord all my trouble; my heart'll be lighter, when I've told it all to him." She stopped, and put the book aside, resting her head on her hands. She was startled by hearing her father say, "It's very good. Read on, Betty, my lass." "Oh, fayther, I didn't think you could hear me! What shall I read?"

"Well, there's a cheque for twenty pounds, which I wrote to offer you for him, in case I should find you had done the handsome thing by Ruby. Will that be enough?" "It's too much, sir. His body ain't worth it shoes and all. It's only his heart, sir that's worth millions but his heart'll be mine all the same so it's too much, sir." "I don't think so.

"And if," added Jacob, "I can't find them as I'm seeking, nor hear anything gradely about 'em, I'll just come back and settle me down content." "The Lord go with you," said the old man; "you'll not forget me nor poor Deborah." "I cannot," replied Jacob; "my heart'll be with you all the time." "And how shall we know how you're coming on?"

Whereat the old dame broke out crying, without letting him finish his story. "So he told me the truth after all, poor little dear! Ah, first thoughts are best, and a body's heart'll guide them right, if they will but hearken to it." And then she told Sir John all. "Bring the dog here, and lay him on," said Sir John, without another word, and he set his teeth very hard.