him--a circumstance which considerably diminished her popularity with
her own sex. She herself felt towards him that kind of wild, indomitable
affection, which is as vehement as it is unregulated in such minds as
hers. For instance, she made no secret of her attachment to him, but on
the contrary, gloried in it, even to her father, who, on this subject,
could exercise no restraint whatsoever over her. It is not our intention
to entertain our readers with the history of the occurrences which took
place at the dance, as they are, in fact, not worth recording. Hanlon,
at its close, prepared to see Sally home, as is usual.

"You may come with me near home," she replied; "but I'm not goin' home
to-night."

"Why, where the dickens are you goin' then?" he asked.

"To Barny Gorrnly's wake; there 'ill be lots of fun there, too," she
replied. "But come--you can come wid me as far as the turn-up to the
house; for I won't go in, nor go home neither, till afther the berril,
tomorrow."

"Do you know," said he, rather gravely, "the Grey Stone that's at the
mouth of the Black Glen?"

"I ought," said she; "sure that's where the carman was found murdhered."

"The same," added Hanlon. "Well, I must go that far to-night," said he.

"And that's jist where I turn off to the Gormly's."

"So far, then, we'll be together," he replied.