They went, and they never came again. An account of the great
festival at Dunleigh Castle reached Londongrove two years later,
through an Irish laborer, who brought to Joel Bradbury a letter of
recommendation signed "Dunleigh." Joel kept the man upon his farm,
and the two preserved the memory of the family long after the
neighborhood had ceased to speak of it. Joel never married; he
still lives in the house where the great sorrow of his life befell.
His head is gray, and his face deeply wrinkled; but when he lifts
the shy lids of his soft brown eyes, I fancy I can see in their
tremulous depths the lingering memory of his love for Alice
Dunleigh.
JACOB FLINT'S JOURNEY.
If there ever was a man crushed out of all courage, all self-
reliance, all comfort in life, it was Jacob Flint. Why this should
have been, neither he nor any one else could have explained; but so
it was. On the day that he first went to school, his shy,
frightened face marked him as fair game for the rougher and
stronger boys, and they subjected him to all those exquisite
refinements of torture which boys seem to get by the direct
inspiration of the Devil.
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