stable-yard when he rode up.

"Oh, pretty good," was the reply; "just a whale or two, and some half-
dozen sharks."

"They must have been tremendous big 'uns, I should say," remarked the
old man, "for they seem to have swallowed your rifle and your rod."

"Ah, they just were," replied Walter; and then he made his way rapidly
into the house.

That same night, as Amos was preparing for bed, Walter looked in, and
walking up to his brother, said, "Here, Amos, take this; it's my little
contribution towards the general expenses,"--saying which, he put ten
sovereigns into his brother's hand.

"Walter, Walter! what does this mean?" cried Amos, touched and greatly
agitated.

"It's all straightforward and above board," replied the other; "it means
simply that I've been and sold my favourite rifle and fishing-rod, and
one or two other trifles, and that's the money I got for them. Nay,
don't look so astonished. What! you didn't think to have a monopoly of
the self-denial, did you? You see I don't quite mean to let you."

Amos Huntingdon--by Reverend T.P. Wilson

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

"BY THE SAD SEA-WAVES."

Next morning the brothers and their sister set off in high spirits for
their temporary home at the sea-side. As Mr Huntingdon parted with
Julia his voice trembled and his eyes swam with tears. She had got such
a strong hold on his heart now that he felt it hard to part with her,
even for a time. "She is so like what her mother was at her age," he
said mournfully to his sister, as they turned back into the house, when
the carriage had fairly carried the young people away. Old Harry was
quite as much affected as his master, though he showed it in a different
way. The sight of "Miss Julia as was" getting into the carriage to go
off again was almost more than he could bear. She saw it, and kissed
her hand to him. At this he gave a sort of jump, and then jerked his
elbow against his side with all his might, a proceeding intended to
suppress the outward exhibition of his emotion. Then, when his master
and Miss Huntingdon had returned to the breakfast-room, he stood gazing
at a full-length portrait of Mrs Huntingdon, taken in her younger days,
which hung in the hall, and bore a very striking resemblance to Julia
Vivian as she now looked. Having feasted his eyes with the portrait for
a minute or so, Harry uttered out loud one prolonged "Well;" and them
betaking himself to his pantry, sat down after he had s