says I, 'I'm not the stuff a traitor's made of;' and so you see we both
laughed heartily, bekaise we understood one another. Mogue," proceeded
the other, "will you answer me the truth in one thing?"

"If I can I will, Misther Magrath.

"I know ye will, bekaise you can," replied, the pedlar; "how do you come
round the girls at all? how do you make them fond o' you? I want you to
tell me that, if it's not a family saicret."

Mogue gravely drew his fingers and thumb down his thin yellow jaws,
until they met under his chin, and replied--

"It can't be tould, Misther Magrath; some men the women's naturally
fond of, and some men they can't bear--throth it's like a freemason's
saicret, if you wor a man that the women wor naturally fond of you'd
know it yoarself, but not bein' that, Mr. Magrath, you could not
understand it. It's born wid one, an' troth, a troublesome gift it
is--for it is a gift--at least, I find it so. There's no keep in' the
crathurs oft o' you."

"Begad, you must be a happy man, Mogue. I wish I was like you--but
whisper, man alive, why don't you look higher.

"How is that?" asked the other, now apparently awakened to a new
interest.

"Mogue," said the pedlar, with something like solemnity of manner, "you
and I are both embarked in the same ship, you know--we know how things
are to go. I'm now provin' to you that I'm your friend. Listen, you
passed through the back-yard to-day while I was in the parlor wid the
family sellin' my goods as well as I could. Well, Miss Julia had a
beautiful shawl about her purty shoulders, and as she seen you passin,
she started, kept her eyes fixed upon you till you disappeared, and
then, afther thinkin 'or some time, she sighed deeply. Whisper, the
thing flashed upon me--that's that, thought I, at any rate--and devil
a doubt of it, you're safe there, or my name's not Andy Magrath, better
known as the Cannie Soogah-Hurra, Mogue, more power!"

A richer comic study than Mogue's face ould not possibly be depicted.
His thin craggy jaws--for cheeks he had none--were winkled and puckered
into such a multiplicity of villanous folds and crevices, as could
scarcely be paralleled on a human countenance; and what added to the
ludicrous impression made, was the fact that he endeavored to look--and,
in fact, did so successfully--more like a man who felt that a secret
long known to himself had been discovered, than a person to whom the
intelligence had come for the first time.

"An'