ONE PENNY WEEKLY.
“He whipped up the horses suddenly into a brisk trot, and was silent.
“He pressed his hat over his eyes, and averted his face; for once in years of my remembrance, two tears were glistening in his eyes.
“It must have been a fearful struggle between his pride and secret sorrows, to have allowed them to escape; yet there they were, shining witnesses of human feeling.
“We parted.
“Templeton went into the north, and for six months corresponded with me.
“In answer to enquiries, he stated that he was not at his uncle’s, but in York.
“I judged, from the tone of his last note, that he was sick and pressed for means.