farmer, 'Mrs. Ally ha the agent dumbfoundered--what be the matter?'
'It is simply this, good friends,' said the agent: 'his lordship has offered a reward of £500;--£500,' said the agent, slowly repeating the sum, 'for the apprehension of the notorious poacher, Horace Hunter, who has threatened his life, and will visit with his gravest displeasure any one who harbors him, or in any way countenances him; if a tenant he shall be discharged; and Mrs. Ally here, refuses to let me place the notice in her bar, thereby showing great disregard for my lord's wishes, to say the least.'
The farmers mostly shrunk back on this speech; the name of a lord, and that lord their landlord, appalled them. They knew the bitter wrong he had heaped upon Hunter's devoted head; they well could sympathize with him; they had known him a gay and thriving farmer, their lord's especial favorite--fatal favor--the companionship of the tiger and the deer. The beauty of Hunter's sister had struck the libidinous eye of the aristocratic v