arms locked on her
bosom, and he stepped forward--"no, no. This shan't be. Come, come, you
must take it back. Good heavens!" he spoke low, but his eyes blazed in
the red glow which broke out on his face, and the crisp note in his
extended hand shook violently at her--"Sooner than take this money from
you, I would perish in the street! What! Do you think I will rob you of
the gift sent you by some one who had a human heart for the distresses I
was aggravating? Sooner than--here, take it! O my God! what's this?"

The red glow on his face went out, with this exclamation, in a pallor
like marble, and he jerked back the note to his starting eyes; Globe
Bank--Boston--Fifty Dollars. For a minute he gazed at the motionless
bill in his hand. Then, with his hueless lips compressed, he seized the
blank letter from his astonished tenant, and looked at it, turning it
over and over. Grained letter-paper--gilt-edged--with a favorite perfume
in it. Where's Mrs. Flanagan? Outside the door, sitting on the top of
the stairs, with her apron over her head, crying. Mrs. Flanagan! Here!
In she tumbled, her big feet kicking her skirts before her, and her eyes
and face as red as a beet.

"Mrs. Flanagan, what kind of a looking man gave you this letter at the
door to-night?"

"A-w, Docther Rinton, dawn't ax me!--Bother, an' all, an' sure an' I
cudn't see him wud his fur-r hat, an' he a-ll boondled oop wud his co-at
oop on his e-ars, an' his big han'kershuf smotherin' thuh mouth uv him,
an' sorra a bit uv him tuh be looked at, sehvin' thuh poomple on thuh
ind uv his naws."

"The _what_ on the end of his nose?"

"Thuh poomple, sur."

"What does she mean, Mrs. Miller?" said the puzzled questioner, turning
to his tenant.

"I don't know, sir, indeed," was the reply; "she said that to me, and I
couldn't understand her."

"It's thuh poomple, docther. Dawn't ye knoo? Thuh big, flehmin poomple
oop there." She indicated the locality, by flattening the rude tip of
her own nose with her broad forefinger.

"Oh! the pimple! I have it." So he had. Netty, Netty!

He said nothing, but sat down in a chair, with his bold, white brow
knitted, and the warm tears in his dark eyes.

"You know who sent it, sir, don't you?" asked his wondering tenant,
catching the meaning of all this.

"Mrs. Miller, I do. But I cannot tell you. Take it, now, and use it. It
is doubly yours. There. Thank you."

She had taken it with an emotion in her face that gave a quic