nough to perceive that he had not furthered his object in the least by having given the party at all. From what Tom had told him he had kept a close watch upon young Lennon, o

f Winny's conduct during the evening,-who, while she could

him, that "he had done more harm than good, and that he knew he would, by asking that whelp Lennon; and he hoped he might never di

as not the sharp old man in these matters, either to mind or divine from how many points t

aken no pains to hide her indifference. She was aware that Kate Mulvey's name had been associated with young Lennon's by the village gossips, but she had seen nothing on that night to justify any apprehension, if she chose to set herself to work. She would take an opportun

ame from a smoothing-iron at Tom Murdock, but she feared he had not yet picked it up. She was afraid, until the night of the party, that her friend and rival-yes, it is only in the higher ranks of society that the two cannot be united-had thrown a still more richly trimmed one

the first favorable opportunity of having a confidential chat with her upon the subject. The girls were very

ll ranks of society, though, of course, not with the same refinement; and to young Lennon, whose heart was on the watch, as well as his eyes, one or two little incidents during the night gave him some faint hopes that, as yet at least, his rich rival had not made much way against him. Hitherto, young Lennon had looked upon the rich heiress of Rathcash as a fruit too high for him to re

who burned themselves upon the bar, and danced together after they became cinders, but as they are in no respect mixed up with our story, we may pass them by without investi