h some severity,
"you see what the upshot is; treachery, they say, seldom prospers in
the long run, although it may for a while. God forgive them that makes a
practice of it. As for Master Charles, I couldn't have dreamt of such a
thing."

"Nor I, Barney. I know not what to say. It perplexes me, from whatever
point I look at it. At all events, I hope he may recover, and if he
does, I trust he will consider what has happened as a warning, and act
upon better principles. May God forgive him!"

And so ended their dialogue, little, indeed, to the satisfaction
of Harry, whom Barney left in complete ignorance of the significant
exclamations by which Grace Davoren, in the alarm of the moment, had
betrayed her own guilt, by stating that Shawn-na-Middogue had stabbed
the wrong man.

Sarah Sullivan--poor, thoughtless, but affectionate girl--on repairing
with the thin toast to her mistress's bedroom, felt so brimful of the
disaster which had befallen Charles, that---now believing in his guilt,
as she did, and with a hope of effectually alienating Alice's affections
from him--she lost not a moment in communicating the melancholy
intelligence to her.

"O, Miss Alice!" she exclaimed, "have you heard what has happened? O,
the false fend treacherous villain! Who would believe it? To lave
a beautiful lady like you, and take up with sich a vulgar vagabone!
However, he has suffered for it. _Shawn-na-Middogue_ did for him."

"What do you mean, Sarah?" said her mistress, much alarmed by such a
startling-preface; "explain yourself. I do not understand, you."

"But you soon will, miss. Shawn-na-Middogue found Mr. Charles Lindsay
and Grace Davoren together last night, and has stabbed him to death;
life's only in him; and that's the gentleman that pretended to love you.
Devil's cure to the villain!"

She paused. The expression of her mistress's face was awful. A pallor
more frightful than that of death, because it was associated with life,
overspread her countenance. Her eyes became dim and dull; her features
in a moment were collapsed, and resembled those of some individual
struck by paralysis--they were altogether without meaning. She clasped
and unclasped her hands, like one under the influence of strong
hysterical agony; she laid herself back in bed, where she had been
sitting up expecting her coffee, her eyes closed, for she had not
physical strength even to keep them open, and with considerable
difficulty she said, in a low and s