In less than a quarter of a minute Hiram was walking down the street.
'It is over with me, anyhow,' he muttered.
But for once in his life he felt very small. 'To be turned out of doors by a woman; still, nobody will know it.' He was soon busy in his counting room, examining one of Hill's invoices.
Mrs. Tenant threw herself on the sofa, and was apparently lost in thought for several minutes. Then she rose and went to her daughter.
THE CHICAGO (ILLINOIS) AND OTHER CANALS.
Cork, Ireland, April 18, 1863.
Hon. Isaac N. Arnold, M.C.,
Chicago, Illinois.
Dear Sir:
Here I am in this beautiful city, in glorious old Ireland, so many of whose gallant sons have fallen in our defence, and thousands more of whom now fight the battles of our country. When I think of Shields, and Meagher, and Corcoran, and their brave associates, shedding their blood that the Union may live; when I feel myself surrounded here by friends of my country, and realize how fervently all Ireland desires our success, my heart swells with gratitude for this noble race, and my prayers are, that Providence would crown them with every blessing.