Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 12, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 September 1879 — Page 9

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CHAPTER A GENERAL MKX.EB.

•'You areas low as the man you would aid!" "Do you mean that, Sam Arnold?" "Yes, I do!"

There was a sharp, ringing blow, followed by an explanation of jpain, and Bell Diamond, a comely looking youth, turned excitealy toward ft man who stood lining against a tree, his bloodshot eyes, vapid smile, and general loose jolntednesa indicating a condition of seoii Inebriety. "Wbazzer matter, Bell?" be hiccoughed, lazily "been flgbtin', eh? "I should think you kmw what was the matter," replied the lad indignantly. "It's the last time I'll ever take your part. Ned Darrell, if you rot }n the gutter."

The inebriate shook bis bead with ludicrous gravity. "Alters in trouble, Bell, allers in trouble. I sh'll have to complain to your geandfazzer." "Silence!" exclaimed Bell, making a feint at Sam Arnold, who had succeeded in gaining bis feet, and was giving choked utterance to a series of groans and bellowings. "Now, Ned Darrell, I want to know if you ain't ashamed of yourself?"

The drunken man stared stupidly, attempted an assumption of dignified superiority, but in the effort to gesticulate lost his balance and fell to the round, his words being lost to hearing the tumble. "Y«u\i better cut stick, Bell," said Charlie Wingate, who stood by and bad witnessed the proceedings. "What for?" demanded the young gladiator, donning bis ooat and casting a furtive look down the road. "Because Sam Arnold's father is coming." "Let him come." "You'll catch it when be does," sniveled Sam. "What fo»?" "For striking me." "You deserved it." "I didn't." "You was bothering that drunken man, and called me a drunkard." "And you are!" "Dou't you say that again," responded Bell.

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Cold water and sudden Jars effected a most soberly transformation In the startled inebriate. He gave utteranoe to a drunken growl, and reaching out his hands as they came in oontact with the straggling looks of the old man's head gave ibem a vicious pull. Then be half arose, pummeled his victim wildly, and rolling him into a dirty pool "of water a few feet away, arose to his feet with a satistlM expression upon his face. "You aro an r' probate!" he said, "to attn"'- uefeoseless man! You OWr*V arrested for assault and bat-

S* vVliy, it's Squire Arnold!" 'In the awful consciousness of that recognition the inebriate turned a look of absolute wonder on his discomfited and ruHied adversary. Then a grin broke over his features, and be fairly roared with laughter at the sight presented to his vision.

There, plungiug and blowing, wet, dirty, hatless and bloody, stood the magnate of the village. Despite his realisation of the fact that be had committed a heinoui offense against the vlllag« justice, Ned oould not suppress bin mernruaut. But he sobered considerably as a hjroe and wagon sure H! beside the road, and the constable, Jerry Rim, advanced to the scene of tbe recent eonilict. "What's tbe row?" he asked in surprised wonderment, "Row?" bellowed the squire "I've been assaulted ou the common highway and nearly murdered." "By whom?" asked the officer seriously, for the bedraggled condition of tbe justice warranted more than ordinary attention to the case in hand. "By Bell Diamond and this drunken vagabond!" replied tbe squire, pointing to the inebriate. "I demand their lmn«t* arrest, "I'll tlx you for this a»- ill!" he continued vindictively to the culprit#. "I'll make It a penitentiary offense." "i rather reckon not, Squire," said Ned Darrell, soberly. "You attacked m« first," "You mistake, I fell on you," replied the .tre. "F :i or attacked, it's all the same to

me," replied Darrell. "I'll kwk yon bot fumed the Justice. "Arrest bonds

I'll wok yon both up a whil how," fumed the Kim! Tii "f cant they'll vo to stay in jail "One moment, Mr," spoke anew voice, and a jntlemanly figure advanced from the I. "Who are yon?'* blustered the squire. **A of the entire -frir," replied th entleman in a qute ilgnifled man ""I seat against tbe arrest of tbtwo o«:»ons," "pr'esU" roared tbe squire, nettled at the sup* Intelligence ana dignity of tbe aew- c-Jier, "Do yon know who am, sir?"

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"What's the matter here?" demanded a gruff voice, and turning, Bell Diamond mot the stem gaze 01 Squire Arnold, Sam's father. "He's been a pounding me," whined Sam. "Who has?" asked his father, grasping hi« cane tightly, and bending an awful look on the throng of lads, most of whom flinched under tbe terrible gaze of tbo magnate of Clifton. "I did," replied Bell Diamond, boldly, "and I'll do it again if he isn't satisfied."

The squire's face turned purple with rage as be gazed from tbe bloody leaturesof his scion and heir to tbat of tbe resolute young lad before him. "You did, eh?" he roared, "you young ragamuffin! Take tbat!"

In his rage the squire aimed a heavy blow at the boy's head with his cane. Alas! for bis own obesity and his youthful adversary's activity and nhnbleness, for just as the latter sprang aside, evading the crushing sweep of tbe magnate's oane, (he squire lost his balance and stumbled, failing with a heavy shock upon the body of tbe drunken man.

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BY PROF. T. B. ALDERSON.

"Yea. You are Mr. Philip Arnold, I believe." "Yes sir, and the squire of the township. I'm the jnstice of the town, sir, and my will is law in this village." "Ana I, sir, am a gentleman and a property owner in this town," replied the stranger.

The squire sneered audibly. "Some tramp!" be said in a disagreesble tone of voice. "Do your duty, officer."

The constable moved toward the so called offenders. "Officer, I will go bail for the appearance of these persons at auy time set by the honorable court,"

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in a firm tone, but with a sarcastic Inflection of voice as he uttered the last words. "We want reliable bondsmen," said the Justice, with an anuoyed expression of countenance. "I tbink I will qualify," said the stranger, with a slight smile, taking out bis card case and proffering a card to tbe Justice.

The squire gazed at tbe card and then at its owner with wide eyed astonishment. "Mr. Ashton!" he faltered, bis manner beooming submissive and servile in tbe extreme as he recognlzad tbe name of a wealthy resident in the adjoining county of Ashton, and a heavy property owner in Clifton.

But the stranger bad turned with a look of oontempt for tbe misfortunes of the man before him, and bad followed the prisoners and the countable to the town hall.

Bringing up the rear of the procession, humiliated, chagrined and covered with mire, walked tbe village magnate and his son. while several small urchins, joining in the throng, gave utterance to expressions of unbounded delight over the fiact that Bell Diamond had "licked" Sam Arnold!

CHAPTER II. A BUSINESS 9CHKMR.

By tbe tluae Squire Arnold bad reached tbe town hall the crowd following the prisoners had swollen to a little multitude. So unusual an occurence as a genuine fight in the quiet tjwn of CliHou excited no small amount of excitement, and as the discomfited dispone iter of the law entered the court rootu he began to have serious doubts as to tbo advisability of any further attention to tbe culprits.

He realised that he would be the laughingstock of tbe village, and he also aware of the fact tbat tbe ob-

Hisof his hatred had secured a wealthy aud intelligent champion in tbe person of Mr. Ashton. His sense of wounded dignity, however, came to bis relief, and with as little formality as possible be bound the prisoners over for an appearance one week from that day.

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cratefully for his kindness, and as the left the oourt room, sought tbe company of the now sobered Inebriate, and the two walked away from h-eonrt hous6. "I am sorry this thing has happened," said Ned in a penitential tone of voice. "If I hadn't been making a beast of my self it never would have occurred."

Bell was silent. Ned looked at 10s companion uneasily. "See here, Bell, are yon angry with me?" ••No." "What makes you so sober then?" "I'm thinking," replied Bel). "I'm thinking of what a fool you are to speod yoar time In drinking and degrading yourself as yon do, and I'm making up my mind to give up this life of loafing and get something to do.** "You're right, Ball. I am a fool. My poor wife tells me right when she says I'm degrading myself ind bringing my family to the poor house. But what can I do? No one will employ me, and since the company has given up the road from OsdarvuleTl havent bad a days' work." "Do you want to work, Ned?"

"Do I want to work, Bell? What a queatlon. Show ins a chance to do a day's labor, and I'll pledge my word of honor to let the liquor alone." "Well, Ned, if you are in earnest, I have a plan in my mind which will give us plenty to do. I'm going to be honest with you. You know you are an inebriate, and if you should oontinue drinking it would upset sll my plans?" "But don't I tell you that I wouldn't drink if I had work? insinuated Ned, earnestly. "Well, if I carry out my plans I'll try you anyhow, Ned." "What are your plans, Bell?" "Well, I've no objection to telling you. You know the Eureka shops?" "What, that burnt down last month?" "Yea." "Of course I know them." "The owner offered the old walls, debris, iron and everything for sale to the highest bidder.'1 "I know it," "And I have bid on it." "Yon?"

'Nothing venture, nothing have,'" quoted Bell. "I'm in for it, and if my bid is accepted I'll make something out of it. There's the engiue aud the boil-

"But they are probably all burnt out." "And the loose iron. I have estimated a clear profit of at least five hundred dollars." "A nice plum, Bell, if you get it." "I mean to try. I'm going nome now, Ned, and I expect to hear from tbe foundry men In a day or two. No more liquor, now remember, and I will give you work if I bave It."

So they parted, Darrell returning to bis home, sober for tbe first time in many days, and Ball thoughtfully revolving his scheme in his mind.

He turned ioto a fide path leading from the town, and soon stopped before a neat little bouse with some two acres of land around it.

He entered the bouse with a cbeery whistle. For ten years he had lived here with bis grandparents before tbat with his father and mother. Eteveu years previous his mother had died, and the ensuing year bis father had gone to California. Since then, with the exception of a letter about five yean before tbe opening of our story, nothing had i^een beard of bim. fo Mr. Page, his grandfather, the lad at once related the entire storv of his reencounter of that afternoon. The old man listened gravely, but did not chide bim. He felt tbat tbe boy had acted as he himself would have done under the circumstances. "I fear tbe squire will make me pay for it," be said. "How?" queried Bell surprise. "You know this bouse belongs to bim, and we have held it under a nominal rent since your father was last heard from." "I never understood the matter fully," replied Bell. '•Well, It was this way: Yoar father owed one thousand on the place when be went away. He paid five hundred five yean ago, remitting that amount to Mr. Arnold from California. Then ail payments ceased, and be sent to me some agreement between him and tbe squire, which I have lost. No more payments were made, and the squire declared tbe place foreclosed on, and demanded rent. Now he'll turn us out, I fear." "What if we pay tbe rent?" "He will raise on us." "Then we can get another house." "Yes, but not at so tow a rent and I hate to lose tbe old place, we've been so long here."

Mrs. Page entered at that moment, and the story of the morning's adventure was related to her. "There's a letter for yon, Bell," she •aid, after tbe narrative was concluded. *'A letter!" replied the lad eagerly. "Yes."

She handed him an official looking envelops. He opened it anxiously. "Hurrah!" ke cried joyfully. "What to it?" queried his grandfather. "Lisbon!" and be read it. It ran as follows:

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

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Bell flushed little. "Certainlv. Why not?" "But "I know what you would say, Ned. I'm a boy and have no money, and all that. Never mind. I've resolved to be a man now. I've handed in my bid." "How much?" "Five hundred dollars." "Phew!" "What does that mean?" "The old shell ain't worth it." "But tbe old iron?" "Well, that's something. It's a risk though, Bell."

CLIFTON, June, 1B7-*.

MR. BHLX, DiAHfowD—Dear Sin We bave to inform you that, upon opening tbe bids for tbe debris of the Eureka foundry, your bid was found to be the highest. We will meet you at the office

of Justice Arnold to-morrow morning at eleven o'clock, to conclude the matter.

Bespeotfully yours, EUBBKA* FOUNDRY COMPANY.

It was the morning following tbe encounter between the father and son and Bell Diamond and his ally tbaF the squire awoke with a sore head and an ugly temper. To have his youthful scion abused by a pauper, as he termed Bell Diamond, was bad enough, but to be positively humiliated by a common drunkard, in the eyes of the public, was disgusting in tbe extreme. He took bis breakfast in ailenoe, and then started for the domicile occupied by tbe Pages. ''I'll make 'em pay for it!" he muttered vindictively. "I'll turn 'em out in tbe street as sure an I live. I'll teach the boy to treat me so, and I'll pa/ that drunken Darrell off at the trial with a heavy fine and imprisonment, see if I dont."

He mused over his business as he went along. He was one of the many who had bid for the old iron in the burnt foundry. Not a single day's work clearing away tbe debris should Ball Diamond have, and he chuckled over the ides as be entered tbe Page residence and sat down in the presence of the occupants.

Of course the old people knew what was oominz, and after some dulsoltory conversation the squire proceeded to buaiuess. "It is about your bay I wish to speak, Mr. Page," be said. "I dislike to make complaints, but you have heard of his

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unprovoked assault upon my son and myself, assisted by his ruffianly companion, Ned DArrell?" "Yes, we beard that be had trouble with your son," said old Mr. Page. "Was he much hurt?" "Hurt!" roared the squire, growing bot and furious, "it was me who was hurt!" "Ob, it was you that was hurt?" calmly repeated the old man. "We thought it was Sam," interpolated Mrs. Page. "Was you hurt much, Squire Arnold?" Inquired tbe old una, iuuoceutly.

The justice of ths peace for four villages fairly trembled with rage "Yes, I was nearly murdered." "I am sorry," said Mr. Page. "Yes, we're very sorry," echoed his wife. "Sorrowdon't tmkeme well," stormed thesqulrd. "I w«nt satisfaction." "The law will giv*» you ttiat." "I want the youag man to suffer for it."

Oraudfathec Pa*e looked up seriously. "What for?" "For assaulting my son." "Wny, squire, thnt was a matter between themselves." "Well, then, for assaulting me." "Squire, you don't mean to admit tbat tbe youngster could master you, do you?" seriously queried Mrs. Page. "See here!" roared tbe squire, "are you making fun of me?" "No, Squire Arnold," said Mrs. Page. "But we can not see what our grandson had to do with assaulting vou." "He was tbe provoker of the quarrel and an accessary to the act." "We won't blame Bell tor what he did not do, Squi Arnold/' said Mrs. Page firmly. "You won't?"

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"Then you must take the consequences." The old man turned uneasily in his

"What do you mean by that, Squire Arnold?" "I mean tbit I am the owner of this place." "Allowed." "And that I want fK«easion." "All right, Squire Arnold." "Or my rent." 4%^' "I'll pav tbe amount," "Tbeu I raise it." "Then we'll leave, Squire Arnold. When do you want the bouse?"

The magnate looked astonished. He had anticipated resistance, at least entreaty. "If you ain't out In five days 111 turn yon out!" roared the squire. "All right, squire," and tbe village magnate left.

He reached hto office red with rage. At every point be was outwitted by his youthful rival. But a new surprise greeted him. As he entered his office he found two persons waiting for bim— Bell Diamond, and Mr. Castle, tbe foundry man.

CHAPTER III. THB RUNAWAY.

But for the presence of Mr. Castle, it is doubtful if tbe irate squire would sot have felled Bell to tbe floor. A very demon of hatred against the lad. inten sifted by tbe humiliatinf log occurrences of

that day, and the one proceeding, actuated the mind of the man to absolute frenzy. Impotent, however, as he felt his anger to be upon this occasion, he oast a heavy frown upon Ball, and smilingly extended his hand to nr. Castle. "Mr. Castle, of the Eureka Foundry Company, I believe," he said, suavely. "Then the company has considered my bid?" "Yes, Mr. Arnold, and—" "Accepted it. Weil, about the re* moval of the iron-—" "You are in error, Mr. Arnolds Your bid has not been aooepted." "Not been aooepted?" echoed the squire. "Why, I bid three hundred dollars!" "And as we had one of five hundred, we aocepted it at once." "Who from?" "From Mr. Diamond, the gentleman present." replied the Mr. Castle.

A look of sickly pallor overspead the magnate's faoe. Was this youth to outwit him at every point? Was his dignity to be outraged, and even his business arrangements interfered with? He controlled his anger as best he oould and was silent. "We wish the contract made out at once. One hundred dollars before the Iron leaves the ground, two hundred dollars in ten days, two hundred more in fifteen days. Is that satisfactory, Mr. Diamond?"

Bail flushed consciously at the courteous politeness of the manager of the foundry company. "That is perfectly satisfactory," he said. "Why, the boy is totally Irresponsible.

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Mr. Castle, b9 broke forth the squire. "We are willing to trust him replied the gentleman calmly. "Please draw up the papers. When will you commence work on the debris, Mr, Diamond?" "At onos, I tbink," replied Bell, confusedly. His mind was busy at tbat moment revolving the idea of the possibility of raising tbe one hundred dollars.

Tbe papers were finally made out. Then tbe squire oalled tbe gentleman to one side. ... "Do you know that boy, Mr. Castle?" he asked in a voice inaudible to Bell. "No, sir." "And yet you trust him." "Our inquiries concerning him were satisfactory, and we believe he will meet his contract." "Tbe boy is under bonds now for criminal assault." "I have heard so."

The judge was amazed at the placid indifference of bis auditor to his words be made a last attempt. "I will raise my bid," he said. "It would do no good." "I'll make it six hundred," he said, determined to outwit his opponent. "Yon are too late, Mr. Arnold the oontract is made," and he joined Bell and left tbe office of tbe crestfallen squire.

Bell bidding his oompanlon good day, hastened in search of Ned Darrell. He found bim at home, sober and eager for work. "Well, what luck, Bell?" "It's all right."

You don't mean it!" cried the man excitedly, putting on his ooat and bat. "I do. The contract is written, and I bave a copy of it in my pocket. There's only one catch." "What is tbat?" "We've got to pay one hundred dollars before a load la taken from the ground." "Phew! bow are you going to get It?" "Trust to luck. Come, if you are ready we will start for tbe ruins. Now then, to bdslness. I'll either pay you two dollars a day, or give you twentyfive per cent, of the profits of tbe venture. Which will you take?"

Tbe young man meditated a moment. "I tbink IH take the twenty-five per cent." "Well and good. Now then, I shall have to go to

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tbe sale of the iron. There's no market for it here. If you need men employ tbem. I appoint you the superintenddent of tbe entire affair."

They reached the ruins of the otd foundry. To the eye it presented a pile of brick, half burned timbers and dirt yet under it all there was value, of that tbe young speculator was assured.

How are yon going to ship the Junk?" inquired Ned after a pause. "I bave been thinking of that and many other things in connection with it. But tbe first thing to do is to dear away the brick and stone in a neat pile, assort tbe timbers and tbeu get all the junk together. How many men will we need?" *'I should tbink two would do. Tbe boiler and engine will require a dozen men temporarily. How are we ever going to ship tbem?" "What brought ti BelL

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"The railroad." "Then the railroad shall (take them away again." "But the road Is abandoned," said Ned. "There has not been a run over it for nearly six months." "You leave the transportation question to me. When will you bogln the work?" "To-morrow morning early." "Good! I shall start for Cedarvllle early in the morning." "And when will you return?" "As soon as possible. Meantime, Ned, remember your promise to keep sober." "Never fear, Bell. I feel like anew man at tbe prospect of work again." "All right good-by." "Good-by,"and the two pferted.

Bell was up before daylight the following morning. He bad divulged his intentions to his grandparents, and a good lunch was put up for him. He made for the railroad traok, for the stage fare to Cedarvllle was one dollar and a half, and he had no money to spend In such indulgence.

He pspsed tbe burnt foundry with an exultant heart, and walked briskly along the railroad track between the rails.

The rails were rusty, the ties overgrown with moss and vines, and on a switch-off two box cars were fast going to decay.

His mind was busy as he trudged on. The railroad was a narrow gauge road which had been built from Cedarvllle several years before. It connected with the Boston A Cedarvllle railroad and had been run for a few years with indifferent success. In order to understand fully the reason of its abandonment, it will be necessary to retrograde somewhat.

The road ran from Boston to Cedarvllle. The residents of Clifton petitioned Che company to oonnect with a road atGlenville, fifty miles up the lake. The road was built to Cllftoa and partly carried through to Ashton. some ten miles distant. Another railroad had meantime oonnected with Glenville and the further progress of the lake shore road was abandoned. Finally the farmers and manufacturers along tbe road began to ship by way of tbe lake to Glenville, connecting with the railroad there the narrow gauge was abandoned, abroad gauge adopted from Cedarvllle to Boston, and tbe engine which was wont to run to Clifton and the coaches were no longer used.

Bell passed Lakeside, Claremont, Brookevilie, and finally reached Cedarvllle late in the afternoon of the day upon which he had started on his journey.

It was a large manufacturing place, and he saw tbat he would have but little difficulty In disposing of bis junk, but he was tired ana hungry.

It must be confessed that the prospect was diseouraging. He had no money, and had disposed of all his lunch, finally he reached a large bouse, surrounded by beautiful grounds, on which a man was busilv engaged in cutting grass. He entered the iron gate, approached tbe gardener, and asked to see the owner of the place.

Tbe man stared at nim a moment and then called to a gentleman just entering the gate.

The gentleman was just putting on his gloves. At the gate, champing and impatient, was a pony attached to a basket phaeten, in which sat tbe gentleman's daughter, a bright little miss of about sixteen summers, awaiting her father's coming.

But ere the gardener oould state bis mission astray pieoe of paper blown across tbe street alarmed tbe high mettled horse. With a startled bound l^e broke away, tearing the lines from the young lady's bands and dashing down the street, which circled around a hillock.

In a moment our young hero bounded away and in a few seconds bad crossed the half circle and was in tbe middle of tbe road. One block away be saw a train of oars oome thundering down tbe steep grade leading into the village. "Now or never!" he cried, and with a series of tremendous leaps as the horse slackened, he reached the animal's side and caught the rein

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eril of his life, the lad clung to the He pulled stoutly at the bridle and almost checked the wild steed, when the strap broke he fell to the earth with a dull thud, and, as a heavy blow struck bim on the head, lost all consciousness.

It was fully an hour before be was restored to sensibility. He lay in an eledrawing room on a gantly furnished drawing ro sofa. A beautiful young lady was bath ing his bead with a wet cloth, while a physician and Mr. Dupage stood by bis side anxiously regarding him. He felt stiff and sore, but he arose partially and looked around In surprise. "Where am I?" be asked, in a confused tone of voice. "In tbe hands of friends, my brave boy," replied Mr. Dupage. "But for you I would be childless to-day."

The lad smiled joyfully. "Then she was unhurt?" be asked eagerly.

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"Ob, I am so glad!" and then be flushed at this Impulsive exhibition of bis |oy at her safety, as bis gaze met the magnetio glance of his fair nurse's eyes. "I owe you my life," she said in a sweet, tremulous tone of voice. "I think the young gentleman will be all right now," said tbe physician, cheerily. "That bump on tbe head may be painful, but Its effects will soon pass away. I prescribe quiet for a day or two." "Oh, I cannot remain quiet so long aa tbat!" cried tbe patient, impulsively. "Wby not?" "My "business r«

Mr. Dupage followed tbe doctor to tbe door to receive bis parting Instructions in regard to the patient.

Ben endeavored to arise, but his bead grew dizzy and he sank back on the cushions with a groan of impatience. "Is my company so distasteful to yon tbat you groan like a caged prisoner?" Inquired tbe pert young miss, with mock severity. "I could stay here for ever." replied the young iad' gallantly, "out-" "But what?" demand* saucily.

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rushed by, amid tbe terrified shrieks of the young lady, turned the steed aside. In tbe struggle the phaeton was overturned and the young lady deposited unhurt, but in no gentle manner on the side or the road. Still in imminent

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Tbe doctor smll "Your business must wait, doctor kindly. "I am grateful for your kindness to me, but I cannot intrude upon your hospitality longer. Indeed, 1 am well enough to go now."

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we most insist upon obedience to tbe doctor's orders. We'll send for your bookkeeper, if you like."

Bsll smiled in spite of himself. "It is so nice nere," he murmured, looking at bis elegant surrounding.

At tbst moment Mr. Dupage returned. "We do not even know vour name," be said, as be seated himself. [OonUnvxd Next I'agc.]

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