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. = £ Old Friends Meet. ee 129 light of the young moon full upon his sunburned, fur- rowed, sinister face. “Do you know me, my lord?” The Earl of Clontarf eyed him with the supercilious disdain with which he might have regarded some mangy cur broken from his kennel. “Can’t say I do. You look like a villainous cockney attorney I used to see ormerly in Ireland—a despicable scoundrel, transported for his rascally practices. I dare Say you're the same; there couldn’t be two such faces. You’re Morgan, the attorney, beyona a doubt.” “Yes, my lord,” the tramp said, with glaring eyes; “I’m Morgan, the attorney, returned from Norfolk Island; and Morgan, the attorney, won’t stand any hard names from you! If you talk about ‘despicable scoundrels,’ there's a pair of us, my lord earl!” The Earl of Clontarf mad: one stride forward and - seized the man before him in a mighty grip by the throat. “You dog! you transported thie:! Say another word like that to me, and I'll fling your filthy carcass headlong into the r.ver!” : He released him so suddenly and violently that the tramp reeled backward, and only saved imself from fall- ing by grasping a tree. | “You scoundrel!” the earl said, not altering that harsh voice of his, or that set, stony face, one whit; “how dare ‘you address me? If you ever presume to do it again, I'll have you horsewhipped out of the county!” He turned to go, but Morgan savagely interposed: “Not so fast, my lord! You may be a very great man, but I know you! I’m a miserable beggar, and you're a rich nobleman. I have come to you for money, and must have it.” “Indeed! How much do you want?” He asked the question with a cold sneer, a derisive gleam in his evil eyes;.but Morgan answered, deter- minedly : “T want five hundred pounds—a trifle to you, a fortune to me. Your honor, your secret is worth more than that.”’ | “What secret?” He stared blankly at Morgan as he asked the question. comicbooks.co 3