Tom; "but I knew that many a year ago. Now, then the game is growing fast and furious, it seems. may find myself soon in the thickest of it!

O, that I

So said Tom Thurnall; and so said Major Campbell, too, that night, as he prepared everything to start next morning to Southampton. "The better the day, the better the deed," quoth he. “When a man is travelling to a better world, he need not be afraid of starting on a Sunday.

CHAPTER XXV.

THE BANKER AND HIS DAUGHTER.

Toм and Elsley are safe at Whitbury at last; and Tom, ere he has seen his father, has packed Elsley safe away in lodgings with an old dame whom he can trust.

Then he asks his way to his father's new abode, -a small, old-fashioned house, with low bay windows jutting out upon the narrow pavement.

Tom stops, and looks in the window. His father is sitting close to it, in his arm-chair, his hands upon his knees, his face lifted to the sunlight, with chin slightly outstretched, and his pale eyes feeling for the light. The expression would have been painful, but for its perfect sweetness and resignation. His countenance is not, perhaps, a strong one; but its delicacy, and calm, and the high forehead, and the long white locks, are most venerable. With a blind man's exquisite sense, he feels Tom's shadow fall on him, and starts, and calls him by name; for he has been expecting him, and thinking of nothing else all the morning, and takes for granted that it must be he.

In another moment Tom is at his father's side. What need to describe the sacred joy of those first few minutes, even if it were possible? But unrestrained tenderness between man and man, rare as it is, and, as it were, unaccustomed to itself, has no passionate fluency, no metaphor or poetry, such as man pours out to woman, and woman again to man. All its language lies in the tones, the looks, the little halfconcealed gestures, hints which pass themselves off modestly in a jest; and such was Tom's first interview with his father; till the old Isaac, having felt Tom's head and hands again and again, to be sure whether it were his very son or no, made him sit down by him, holding him still fast, and began,

Now, tell me, tell me, while Jane gets you something to eat. No, Jane, you must n't talk to Master Tom yet, to bother about how much he 's grown; nonsense, I must have him all to myself, Jane. Go and get him some dinner. Now,

Tom," as if he were afraid of losing a moment, "you have been a dear boy to write to me every week; but there are so many questions which only word of mouth will answer, and I have stored up dozens of them! I want to know what a coral reef really looks like, and if you saw any trepangs upon them? And what sort of strata is the gold really in? And you saw one of those giant rays; I want a whole hour's talk about the fellow. And-What an old babbler I am! talking to you, when you should be talking to me. Now begin. Let us have the trepangs first. Are they real Holothurians, or not?"

And Tom began, and told for a full half hour, interrupted then by some little comment of the old man's, which proved how prodigious was the memory within, imprisoned and forced to feed upon itself.

You seem to know more about Australia than I do, father," says Tom at last.

No, child; but Mary Armsworth, God bless her! comes down here almost every evening to read all your letters to me; and she has been reading to me a book of Mrs. Lee's Adventures in Australia, which reads like a novel; delicious book - to me, at least. Why, there is her step outside, I do believe, and her father's with her!"

The lighter woman's step was inaudible to Tom; but the heavy, deliberate waddle of the banker was not. He opened the house-door, and then the parlor-door, without knocking; but, when he saw the visitor, he stopped on the threshold with outstretched arms.

"Hillo, ho! who have we here? Our prodigal son returned, with his pockets full of nuggets from the diggings! O, mum's the word, is it?" as Tom laid his finger on his lips. "Come here, then, and let's have a look at you!" And he catches both Tom's hands in his, and almost shakes them off. "I knew you were coming, old boy! Mary told me; she's in all the old man's secrets. Come along, Mary, and see your old playfellow? She has got a little fruit for the old gentleman. Mary, where are you?—always colloguing with Jane."

Mary comes in; a little dumpty body, with a yellow face, and a red nose, the smile of an angel, and a heart full of many little secrets of other people's and of one great one of her own, which is no business of any man's - and with fifty thousand pounds as her portion, for she is an only child. But no man will touch that fifty thousand; for “no one

would marry me for myself," says Mary, "and no one shall marry me for my money."

So she greets Tom shyly and humbly, without looking in his face, yet very cordially; and then slips away to deposit on the table a noble pine-apple.

"A little bit of fruit from her greenhouse," says the old man, in a disparaging tone; "and O, Jane, bring me a saucer. Here's a sprat I just capered out of Hemmelford millpit; perhaps the doctor would like it fried for supper, if it's big enough not to fall through the gridiron."

Jane, who knows Mark Armsworth's humor, brings in the largest dish in the house, and Mark pulls out of his basket a great three-pound trout.

"Aha! my young rover! Old Mark's right hand has n't forgot its cunning, eh? And this is the month for them; fish all quiet now. When fools go a shooting, wise men go a fishing! Eh? Come here, and look me over. How do I wear, eh? As like a Muscovy duck as ever, you young rogue? Do you recollect asking me, at the Club dinner, why I was like a Muscovy duck? Because I was a fat thing in green velveteen, with a bald red head, that was always waddling about the river bank. days! We'll have some more of them. and try the old '21 bin."

Ah, those were Come up to-night

"I must have him myself, to-night; indeed I must, Mark," says the doctor.

"All to yourself, you selfish old rogue ?"

"We'll come down, then, Mary and I, and bring the '21 with us, and hear all his cock-and-bull stories. Full of travellers' lies as ever, eh? Well, I'll come, and smoke my pipe with you. Always the same old Mark, my lad," nudging Tom with his elbow; "one fellow comes and borrows my money, and goes out, and calls me a stingy old hunks, because I won't let him cheat me; another comes, and eats my pines, and drinks my port, goes home, and calls me a purse-proud upstart, because he can't match 'em. Never mind; old Mark's old Mark; sound in the heart, and sound in the liver, just the same as thirty years ago, and will be till he takes his last quietus est,

And drops into his grassy nest.'

By, by, doctor! Come, Mary!"

And out he toddled, with silent little Mary at his heels "Old Mark wears well, body and soul," said Tom.

"He is a noble, generous fellow, and as delicate-hearted as a woman withal, in spite of his conceit and roughness. Fifty and odd years now, Tom, have we been brothers, and I never found him change. And brothers we shall be, I trust, a few years more, till I see you back again from the East, comfortably settled. And then-""

"Don't talk of that, sir, please!" said Tom, quite quickly and sharply. "How ill poor Mary looks!"

"So they say, poor child; and one hears it in her voice. Ah, Tom, that girl is an angel; she has been to me daughter, doctor, clergyman, eyes, and library; and would have been nurse too, if it had not been for making old Jane jealous. But she is ill. Some love affair, I suppose -"

How quaint it is, that the father has kept all the animal vigor to himself, and transmitted none to the daughter!" "He has not kept the soul to himself, Tom, or the eyes either. She will bring me in wild flowers, and talk to me about them, till I fancy I can see them as well as ever. Ah, well! It is a sweet world still. Tom, and there are sweet souls in it. A sweet world; I was too fond of looking at it once, I suppose, so God took away my sight, that I might learn to look at Him." And the old man lay back in his chair, and covered his face with his handkerchief, and was quite still a while. And Tom watched him, and thought that he would give all his cunning and power to be like that old man.

a coarse one

Then Jane came in and laid the cloth, enough, and Tom picked a cold mutton-bone with a steel fork, and drank his pint of beer from the public-house, and lighted his father's pipe, and then his own, and vowed that he had never dined so well in his life, and began his traveller's stories again.

And in the evening Mark came in, with a bottle of the '21 in his coat-tail pocket; and the three sat and chatted, while Mary brought out her work, and stitched, listening silently, till it was time to lead the old man up stairs.

Tom put his father to bed, and then made a hesitating equest,

"There is a poor sick man whom I brought down with me, sir, if you could spare me half an hour. It really is a professional case; he is under my charge, I may say. "What is it, boy?"

Well, laudanum and a broken heart."

"Exercise and ammonia for the first. For the second, God's grace and the grave; and those latter medicines you