However see what comes by not havin' a curb over one's passions when the blood's up." "God's a just God," replied Hanlon--"the murderer deserves his punishment, an' I hope will meet it." "There is little doubt of it," said the pedlar, "the hand of God is in it all." "That's more than I see, or can at the present time, then," replied Hanlon.

"Why should my aunt stay away so long ?--but I dare say the truth is, she is either sick or dead, an' if that's the case, what's all you have said or done worth?
You see it's but a chance still." "Trust in God," replied the pedlar, "that's all either of us can do or say now.

There's the coffin.

I'm tould they're goin' to bury him, and to have the greatest funeral that ever was in the counthry; but, God knows, there's funerals enough in the neighborhood widout their making a show of themselves wid this." "There's no truth in that report either," said Hanlon.

"I was speakin' to Jerry Sullivan this mornin', an' I have it from him that they intend to bury him as quietly as they can.