"Bo jabers! I've got to leave my owld room to-night, and if I cannot
git this I must take another that I can get in town," answered the
man, who was a rough and uneducated son of the Emerald Isle.

"That settles the matter, then," observed Mr. Elder. "You will have to
leave," he continued, addressing Mrs. Wentworth. "You will perceive
that I cannot lose a tenant through your remaining in the room
to-night."

"Och!" said the Irishman, "if the lady can't lave to-night, shure ah'
I will take the other room, for be jabers I wouldn't have a woman
turned out of doors for me."

"You need not fear about that, my good friend," remarked Mr. Elder.
"Does the room suit you?"

"Yes! It does well enough for myself and my children," was the answer.

"Then you can consider yourself a tenant from to-night," Mr. Elder
said. "Go and bring your things here. By the time you return I shall
have the room vacated and ready for you."

"Jist as you say, yer honor," replied the man, as he bowed himself
from the room.

"And now, my good woman," remarked Mr. Elder, "you will perceive the
necessity of removing your children and whatever articles you may have
here to some other place at once. I cannot be induced to grant any
further time, and lose tenants by the operation."