rds those who sorrow
without reason,--the strong man's estimate of the weak man's sufferings?
Believe me, there is no true condolence where there is not the same
experience of woe!"

"I should be sorry to lay down so narrow a limit to fellow-feeling,"
said Upton.

"You told me a few moments back," said Glencore, "that your memory was
your slave. How, then, can you feel for one like me, whose memory is his
master? How understand a path that never wanders out of the shadow of
the past?"

There was such an accent of sorrow impressed upon these words that Upton
did not desire to prolong a discussion so painful; and thus, for the
remainder of the way, little was interchanged between them. They crossed
the strait by night, and as Upton stole upon deck after dusk, he found
Glencore seated near the wheel, gazing intently at the lights on shore,
from which they were fast receding.

"I am taking my last look at England, Upton," said he, affecting a tone
of easy indifference.

"You surely mean to go back again one of these days?" said Upton.

"Never, never!" said he, solemnly. "I have made all my arrangements for
the future,--every disposition regarding my property; I have neglected
nothing, so far as I know, of those claims which, in the shape of
relationship, the world has such reverence for; and now I bethink me of
myself. I shall have to consult you, however, about this boy," said he,
faltering in the words. "The objection I once entertained to his bearing
my name exists no longer; he may call himself Massy, if he will. The
chances are," added he, in a lower and more feeling voice, "that he
rejects a name that will only remind him of a wrong!"

"My dear Glencore," said Upton, with real tenderness, "do I apprehend
you aright? Are you at last convinced that you have been unjust? Has the
moment come in which your better judgment rises above the evil counsels
of prejudice and passion--"

"Do you mean, am I assured of her innocence?" broke in Glencore, wildly.
"Do you imagine, if I were so, that I could withhold my hand from taking
a life so infamous and dishonored as mine? The world would have no
parallel for such a wretch! Mark me, Upton!" cried he, fiercely, "there
is no torture I have yet endured would equal the bare possibility of
what you hint at."

"Good Heavens! Glencore, do not let me suppose that selfishness has so
marred and disfigured your nature that this is true. Bethink you of what
you say. Would it not b