Mark laughed and replied, "I'll fix old Dame Flannagan's dog,
mother, and then I'll put it away. She hid the dog from the police,
but she can't keep it hid always. I shall kill it on sight, and go
prepared to do so. I have vowed I would."

"Let the dog alone, son, you may get into trouble if you do not,"
replied his mother.

"Indeed, I will not let the dog alone," replied Mark indignantly, as
he drew nearer to the bed whereon the suffering little sister lay,
with lacerated arm and burning brow. "To think of this dear child,
as she was innocently trundling her hoop along the side-walk, being
attacked by that savage brute, and her life so narrowly saved!
Indeed, I'll not let it alone. I'll shoot it the first time I set
eyes upon it, and the old hag had better not say anything to me
after I have done it. Poor little darling!

"What shall brother Mark bring his little sister today?" continued
the fond brother, stooping over and kissing the child again and
again, before leaving for the office of the shipping firm, of which
he had just been made a partner.

"Yes, mother," he continued, slipping the weapon of death into the
inner pocket of his coat, "I am not a warlike man, as you know, but
I'll carry this," pointing to the pistol, "till I kill that dog,
sure;" and adjusting his coat and hat he passed out of the house.

Rabbi Abrams did not reside among the palatial residences of the
Queen City. A rather restricted income compelled him to find a more
unpretentious home than was perhaps in keeping with his avocation