do wot know," he replied. "Will you," he asked, speaking to the
man, "be willing to wait until to-morrow before you take possession?"

"Bo jabers! I've got to leave my owld room to-night, and if I cannot
git this I must take another that I can get in town," answered the
man, who was a rough and uneducated son of the Emerald Isle.

"That settles the matter, then," observed Mr. Elder. "You will have to
leave," he continued, addressing Mrs. Wentworth. "You will perceive
that I cannot lose a tenant through your remaining in the room
to-night."

"Och!" said the Irishman, "if the lady can't lave to-night, shure ah'
I will take the other room, for be jabers I wouldn't have a woman
turned out of doors for me."

"You need not fear about that, my good friend," remarked Mr. Elder.
"Does the room suit you?"

"Yes! It does well enough for myself and my children," was the answer.

"Then you can consider yourself a tenant from to-night," Mr. Elder
said. "Go and bring your things here. By the time you return I shall
have the room vacated and ready for you."

"Jist as you say, yer honor," replied the man, as he bowed himself
from the room.

"And now, my good woman," remarked Mr. Elder, "you will perceive the
necessity of removing your children and whatever articles you may have
here to some other place at once. I cannot be induced to grant any
further time, and lose tenants by the operation."

"Great God, sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Wentworth, "where am I to go to? I
know of no place where I can find a shelter this night. You cannot,
must not, force me to leave."

"I trust you will not put me to the necessity of having you ejected by
force," remarked Mr. Elder. "You are fully aware that by the
arrangement entered into between us, when you first rented the room,
that I am doing nothing illegal in requiring you to leave. You will
save me both trouble and pain by doing as I have requested."

"I cannot," she replied, pressing her hands to her forehead, and then
bursting into tears she exclaimed appealingly: "For the sake of God
have pity, sir! Let not your heart be so hardened, but turn and
befriend a soldiers wretched wife. There is scarce a beast but
contains some touch of feeling, scarce a heart but vibrates in some
degree, and beats with a quicker pulsation at the sight of poverty and
misery. Let me hope that yours contains the same feeling, and beats
with the same sorrow at the miserable scene before you. Look around
you, sir, a