in the morning he had packed all his bits of belongings into a bag, and woke an apprentice with whom he was on very cordial terms, to say goodbye before embarking on a new and unknown career.  He had resolved to run away and conceal himself until the vessel had sailed, and then ship aboard an American barque which was in port.  The other boy pleaded for him not to risk it, but his mind was made up.  He would stand the insufferable tyranny no longer, and he went.  He had anticipated what was going to happen by previously informing a well-to-do tradesman of his troubles and intentions, and so excited the sympathy of his wife and daughter as well as his own that they assured him of their hospitality and aid in carrying out the scheme of desertion.  They admitted him into their home as soon as he presented himself, and he was treated with true Hibernian hospitality.  The chief mate of the American barque was courting the daughter, a handsome young woman, whom he ultimately married.  She was very solicitous in the poor lad’s behalf, and it was decided that he should have a berth on the mate’s ship, and in the presence of the youth she easily extracted a pledge from her lover that he would have him kindly treated.  He felt in all probability the acme of joy in serving this amiable female, but soon there came one of those accidents that break the current of human affairs.  The boy thought he was safe after dark in paying a visit to the vessel he had practically shipped to serve aboard of, and took every precaution to avoid attracting attention.  He had nearly got alongside when a hand was laid on his shoulder, and a kindly voice proclaimed him a prisoner.  He was at first startled, but soon recovered self-possession, and seeing the gentleman was in plain clothes he demanded his right to interfere.

“This is my right,” said he, showing a piece of paper, “and I may as well tell you that I am a detective, and have shadowed the house you are living in for several days.  You must come with me.  Your vessel is on the point of sailing, and I have instructions to take you aboard.”

The boy appealed to the officer not to take him, as he would only run away at the first port again.  The officer protested that he must do his duty; but, as he desired to say goodbye to the kind people who had given him shelter, he would stretch his instructions by taking him to them.  They were deeply moved at the sight of the little culprit, and bade him an affectionate adieu.  He and his clothes were given up to the irate captain, who received him with cold acknowledgment, and he was soon sailing towards a port in Scotland.  After a quick run the vessel was docked and moored ready to receive cargo.  The captain had been sullenly reticent on the passage.  He spoke occasionally of base ingratitude and the extinction of the race, and how the object of his displeasure would be remembered when he got him into deep water again, and that he would teach him a salutary