rather thee did not try that experiment upon my hedge at present."

My father had come behind, and overheard us, unobserved. We were both somewhat confounded, though a grim kindliness of aspect showed that he was not displeased -nay, even amused.

"Is that thy usual fashion of getting over a difficulty, friend-what's thy name?"

I supplied the answer. For the minute Abel Fletcher appeared, John seemed to lose all his boyish fun, and go back to that premature gravity and hardness of demeanor which I supposed his harsh experience of the world of men had necessarily taught him, but which was very sad to see in a lad so young.

My father sat down beside me on the bench-pushed aside an intrusive branch of clematis-finally, because it would come back, and tickle his bald pate, broke it off, and threw it into the river;—then leaning on his stick with both hands, eyed John Halifax sharply, all over, from top to toe. "Didn't thee say thee wanted work? It looks rather like it."

His glance upon the shabby clothes made the boy color violently.

"Oh, thee need'st not be ashamed; better men than thee have been in rags. Hast thee any money?"

"The groat you gave, that is, paid me; I never take what I don't earn," said the lad, sticking a hand in either poor pocket.

"Don't be afraid-I was not going to give thee anything -except, maybe-would thee like some work ?" "O, sir !"

"O, father!"

I hardly know which was the most grateful cry.

Abel Fletcher looked surprised, but on the whole not illpleased. Putting on and pulling down his broad-brimmed hat, he sat meditatively for a minute or so; making circles in the gravel walk with the end of his stick. People said -nay, Jael herself, once, in a passion, had thrown the fact at me, that the wealthy Friend himself had come to Norton Bury without a shilling in his pocket.

"Well, what work canst thee do, lad ?"

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Anything," was the eager answer,

"Anything generally means nothing," sharply said my · father; "what hast thee been at all this year?-The truth, mind!"

John's eyes flashed, but a look from mine seemed to set him right again. He said quietly and respectfully, "Let me think a minute, and I'll tell you. All spring I was at a farmer's, riding the plough-horses, hoeing turnips; then I went up the hills with some sheep; in June I tried hay-making, and caught a fever-you needn't start, sir, I've been well these six weeks, or I wouldn't have come near your son-then->›

"That will do, lad-I'm satisfied.” "Thank you, sir.”

"Thee need not say 'sir'—it is folly. I am Abel Fletcher." For my father retained scrupulously the Friends' mode of speech, though he was practically but a lax member of the Society, and had married out of its pale. In this announcement of his plain name appeared, I fancy, more pride than humility.

"Very well, I will remember," answered the boy fearlessly, though with an amused twist of his mouth, speedily restrained. "And now, Abel Fletcher, I shall be willing and thankful for any work you can give me."

"We'll see about it."

I looked gratefully and hopefully at my father-but his next words rather modified my pleasure.

"Phineas, one of my men at the tan-yard has gone and 'listed this day-left an honest livelihood to be a paid cutthroat. Now if I could get a lad-one too young to be caught hold of at every pot-house by that man of blood, the recruiting sergeant-Dost thee think this lad is fit to take the place?"

"Whose place, father?"

"Bill Watkins'."

I was dumbfoundered! I had occasionally seen the said Bill Watkins, whose business it was to collect the skins which my father had bought from the farmers round about. A distinct vision presented itself to me of Bill and his cart, from which dangled the sanguinary exuviæ of defunct ani mals, while in front the said Bill sat enthroned, dirty-clad, and dirty-handed, with his pipe in his mouth. The idea of John Halifax in such a position was not agreeable.

"But, father-”

He read deprecation in my looks-alas! he knew too well how I disliked the tan-yard and all belonging to it. "Thee'rt a fool, and the lad's another. He may go about his business for me."

"But, father,-isn't there anything else?"

"I have nothing else, or if I had, I wouldn't give it. 'He that will not work, neither shall he eat." "

"I don't

"I will work,” said John, sturdily-he had listened, scarcely comprehending, to my father and me. care what it is, if only it's honest work."

Abel Fletcher was mollified. He turned his back on me —but that I little minded,—and addressed himself solely to John Halifax.

"Canst thee drive ?"

"That I can!" and his eyes brightened with boyish delight.

"Tut! it's only a cart-the cart with the skins. Dost thee know anything of tanning ?"

"No, but I can learn."

'Hey, not so fast! still, better be fast than slow. In the meantime, thee can drive the cart."

"Thank you, sir-Abel Fletcher, I mean-I'll do it well. That is, as well as I can."

"And mind! no stopping on the road. No drinking, to find the King's cursed shilling at the bottom of the glass, like poor Bill, for thy mother to come crying and pestering. Thee hasn't got one, eh ?-So much the better,-all women are born fools-especially mothers."

"Sir!" The lad's face was all crimson and quivering; his voice choked; it was with difficulty he smothered down a burst of tears. Perhaps this self-control was more moving than if he had wept-at least it answered better with my father.

After a few minutes more, during which his stick had made a little grave in the middle of the walk, and buried something there-I think something besides the pebbleAbel Fletcher said, not unkindly,

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Well, I'll take thee; though it isn't often I take a lad without a character of some sort-I suppose thee hast

none."

"None," was the answer, while the straight-forward,

steady gazu which accompanied it unconsciously contra dicted the statement; his own honest face was the lad's best witness-at all events, I thought so.

""Tis done then," said my father, concluding the business more quickly than I had ever before known his cautious temper settle even such a seemingly trifling matter. I say seemingly. How blindly we talk when we talk of "trifles." Carelessly rising, he, from some kindly impulse, or else to mark the closing of the bargain, shook the boy's hand, and left in it a shilling.

"What is this for ?"

"To show I have hired thee as my servant."

"Servant!" John repeated, hastily, and rather proudly. "Oh yes, I understand—well, I will try and serve you well." My father did not notice that manly, self-dependent smile. He was too busy calculating how many more of those said shillings would be a fair equivalent for such labor as a lad, ever so much the junior of Bill Watkins, could supply. After some cogitation, he hit upon the right sum. I forget how much-be sure it was not over much; for money was scarce enough in this war-time; and, besides, there was a belief afloat, so widely that it tainted even my worthy father, that plenty was not good for the working-classes: they required to be kept low.

Having settled the question of wages, which John Halifax did not debate at all, my father left us, but turned back when half-way across the green-turfed square.

"Thee said thee had no money; there's a week in advance, my son being witness I pay it thee; and I can pay thee a shilling less every Saturday till we get straight."

"Very well, sir; good afternoon, and thank you.”

John took off his cap as he spoke,-Abel Fletcher, involuntarily almost, touched his hat in return of the salutation. Then he walked away, and we had the garden all to ourselves-we, Jonathan and his new-found David.

I did not "fall upon his neck," like the princely Hebrew, to whom I have likened myself, but whom, alas! I resem bled in nothing save my loving. But I grasped his hand, for the first time, and looking up at him, as he stood thoughtfully by me, whispered, "that I was very glad."

"Thank you-so am I," said he in a low tone. Then all his old manner returned; he threw his battered cap higb

up in the air, and shouted out, "Hurrah!"—a thorough

boy.

And I in my poor, quavering voice, shouted too.

CHAPTER III.

WHEN 1 was young, and long after then, at intervals, I had the very useless, sometimes harmful, and invariably foolish habit of keeping a diary. To me, at least, it has been less foolish and harmful than to most; and out of it, together with much drawn out of the stores of memory, made preternaturally vivid by a long introverted life, which, colorless itself, had nothing to do but to reflect and retain clear images of the lives around it-out of these two sources I have compiled the present history.

Therein, necessarily, may blank epochs occur. These I shall not try to fill up, but merely resume the thread of narration as recollection serves.

Thus, after this first day, many days came and went before I again saw John Halifax-almost before I again thought of him. For it was one of my seasons of excessive pain; when I found it difficult to think of anything beyond those four grey-painted walls; where morning, noon, and night slipped wearily away, marked by no changes, save from daylight to candlelight, from candlelight to dawn.

Afterwards, as my pain abated, I began to be haunted by occasional memories of something pleasant that had crossed my dreary life; visions of a brave, bright young face, ready alike to battle with and enjoy the world. I could hear the voice, that, speaking to me, was always tender with pityyet not pity enough to wound: I could see the peculiar smile just creeping round his grave mouth-that irrepressible smile, indicating the atmosphere of thorough heartcheerfulness, which ripens all the fruits of a noble nature, and without which the very noblest has about it something unwholesome, blank, and cold.

I wondered if John had ever asked for me. put the question,

At length I

Jael" thought he had-but wasn't sure. Didn't bother her head about such folk."