strongly marked faces, that strike you at a glance. The forehead
was broad, the eyes large and far back in their sockets, the lips
full but firm. You saw evidences of a strong, but well-balanced
character. As he came in, I noticed a look of intelligence pass
from one to another; and then the eyes of two or three were fixed
upon a young man who was seated not far from me, with his back to
the entrance, playing at dominoes. He had a glass of ale by his
side. The old man searched about the room for some moments, before
his glance rested upon the individual I have mentioned. My eyes
were full upon his face, as he advanced toward him, as yet unseen.
Upon it was not a sign of angry excitement, but a most touching
sorrow.

"Edward!" he said, as he laid his hand gently on the young man's
shoulder. The latter started at the voice, and crimsoned deeply. A
few moments he sat irresolute.

"Edward, my son!" It would have been a cold, hard heart indeed
that softened not under the melting tenderness of these tones. The
call was irresistible, and obedience a necessity. The powers of
evil had, yet, too feeble a grasp on the young man's heart to hold
him in thrall. Rising with a half-reluctant manner, and with a
shamefacedness that it was impossible to conceal, he retired as
quietly as possible. The notice of only a few in the bar-room was
attracted by the incident.

"I can tell you what," I heard the individual, with whom the young
man had been playing at dominoes, remark--himself not twenty years
of age--"if my old man were to make a fool of himself in this way
--sneaking around after me in bar-rooms-he'd get only his trouble