The Parish Magazine

It was six o'clock on a winter evening. Mr. Pomeroy, the printer, was on
the point of leaving his office, which was his back room, for his home,
which was his front room, when young Murphy entered. Murphy was an
imperturbable youth with a fat face and sleepy eyes, who had the rare
quality of always doing without question whatever he was told. It is
usually a great virtue--but there are exceptions.

"There are two folk to see you," said Murphy, laying two cards upon the
table.

Mr. Pomeroy glanced at ...