Welsh Journals

120 WHAT CANNOT LOVE DO. Repressing any show of what he felt in listening to this, Larry merely remarked— " I am acquainted with the family, .was to have seen them before they left Ireland, and I particularly want to hasten after them. Can you tell me where they were going? " " No, sir, but they went on directly by the train then wait- ing." " Thanks ; that will do. I am very much obliged to you ; " and so saying, he left her equally obliged to him by the liberality of his payment. Now, what should he do ? Hurry into the train and trust to the chapter of accidents; or stay where he was till next day, and then get hold of the guard of the same train by which they had gone ? He decided on stopping. Weary were the hours next day he spent in wandering about the most desolate of places, Holyhead, as it seemed to him in his own despairing mood ; but they, like all other sorts of hours, passed, and he came face to face with the guard he sought. The guard also remembered them, and where they had got 'out—at Crewe ; but that was the extent of his knowledge; but he added, " An enquiry among the porters at the cloak-room at Crewe may help you." So Larry went with the train to Crewe, keeping as near to the guard as he could in case of anything occurring to the latter that might be additional help. But nothing came of this little precaution. Still Larry was in good spirits. He knew now he was on their track, and felt increasing confidence he should find them. At Crewe he could do nothing for some time, so great was the bustle with the departure of his train ; but when that had gone he looked out for an intelligent porter, and found one. The man knew nothing himself, but as Larry had an " Open, Sesame," to all pockets by the use of his own, which he had plentifully supplied with silver, the porter took bright views of things ; and set out to hold counsel with the likeliest among his luggage-bearing brethren. Embarrassing was the result. Two porters recollected such a group ; but the one was certain he had labelled their luggage to Chester; the other that he had put them into a first-class carriage for London, and received a two-shilling-piece, the gentleman not being able to find any smaller change. Of course the men were referring to two different parties, as Larry saw; and he was once more brought to a pause—Chester London ? Well, Chester was at least a reasonably circumscribed area,