as the bar-keeper went out to do as he had been directed.
"Rather; it's a dull place, anyhow."
"How is your mother?" I inquired.
A slight, troubled look came into his face, as he answered:
"No better."
"She's sick, then?"
"Yes; she's been sick a good while; and I'm afraid will never be much better." His manner was not altogether cold and indifferent, but there was a want of feeling in his voice.
"Is she at home?"
"No, sir."
As he showed no inclination to say more on the subject, I asked no further questions, and he soon found occasion to leave me.
The bar-room had undergone no material change, so far as its furniture and arrangements were concerned; but a very great change was apparent in the condition of these. The brass rod around the bar, which, at my last
