Mr. Halpin was indispensable, and that if his deed gave it to him, it was a right of which he could not deprive him without acting unjustly. Passion and false reasonings would, it is true, quickly darken his mind again. But they had, in turn, to give place to more correct views and feelings. "Just try some of that butter. It is delicious!" said Mrs. Bolton, soon after they were seated at the table. "I don't care about butter at dinner-time," replied Mr. Bolton, coldly. "But just try some of this. I want you to taste it," urged the wife. "Its flavour is delightful. I must go over and see Mrs. Halpin's dairy." To satisfy his wife, Mr. Bolton took some of the butter on his plate. He would rather have thrown it out of the window. "Now try it on a piece of bread," said Mrs. Bolton. "I declare! You act as if you were afraid of the butter. What's the matter with you?" There was no reason why Mr. Bolton should not do as his wife wished--at least no reason that he could give to her. It wouldn't do to say-- "I won't touch Mrs. Halpin's butter because I've cut off her husband's right of way across my land. I have nailed up the only outlet there is from his property to the public road." No, it wouldn't do to say that. So, nothing was left for Mr. Bolton but to taste the delicious butter. "Isn't it very fine?" said his wife, as she saw him place it to his lips. "Yes, it's good butter," replied Mr. Bolton, "very good butter." Though, in fact, it was far from tasting pleasant to him. "It's more than very good," said Mrs. Bolton, impatiently. "What has come over you? But wait a little (sic) wwile, and I'll give you something to quicken your palate. I've made some curds--you are so fond of them. If you don't praise the sweet cream Mrs. Halpin so kindly sent over this morning, when you come to eat these curds, I shall think--I don't know what I shall think." The dinner proceeded, and, at length, the dessert, composed of curds and cream, was served. "Isn't that beautiful?" said Mrs. Bolton, as she poured some of the