ON THE TRACK OF MR LEARY.

After leaving Mrs Hyland's house, I had much to occupy my thoughts.

The principal subject that engaged their attention was the wonderful

beauty of Lenore.

She was beautiful; and she professed to be my friend. But while I felt

a consoling pride in possessing the friendship of one so lovely, there

was much that was unpleasant in the thought that her mother could, even

for an instant, have believed me guilty of the grave charges brought

against me by Adkins.

To be thought ungrateful by one who had treated me with so much

kindness, and more especially one who was the mother of Lenore, was a

reflection full of bitterness.

Adkins had now done enough to make me his deadly enemy. He had never

used me well aboard ship; and would have caused me still more trouble

there had he not been restrained by his fear of Captain Hyland. He had

turned me out of the ship in New Orleans. He had returned to Liverpool,

and accused me of the basest of crimes.

But what was still more unpleasant to dwell upon; he was endeavouring to

deprive me of what was of almost equal consequence with my character--of

her whom I had hoped might one day become my wife. Yes, there could be

no doubt of the fact. He was trying to win Lenore.

This last I could scarce look upon as a crime on his part. To aspire to

win one so lovely was no crime; and one who should do so would only be

acting as Nature commanded.

But at that time, I did not view it in this light; and the idea of

Edward Adkins aspiring to the hand of Lenore Hyland was proof to me that

he was the vilest wretch that ever encumbered the earth.

For a while, I forgot my hatred for Mr Leary in my dislike to Mr

Adkins.

Hatred with me had never before reached a thirst for revenge; but to

this degree of hostility had it attained, within an hour after leaving

Lenore.

But what could I do? When my enemy returned, I could confront him in

presence of Lenore and her mother. I could make one statement, which he

would certainly contradict by making another. I was in a country where

the laws do not allow a man any chance of obtaining redress for the

cruellest wrong, or insult, he may suffer.

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