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— 236 ROXY HASTINGS. gin to go!” said the lieutenant, shaking hands violently with his friend, and laughing loudly. “Remember me to Louis Napoleon—and to Mount Blanc—and—and to the Pope, you know. Good-by !” “You had better give the rest of us a chance, Alfred,” said Lucy, advancing, and speaking for Laura. “No, I sha’n’t—nobody but me,” replied Alf, still holding his friend’s hand, and laughing again louder than before— “nobody but me.’ Mr. T. ee too now, quite obstreperously. There never was such a merry leave taking. “Because, you see,” continued the lieutenant, “because he isn’t eoing ashore. He’s going back to New York with us! Ha! ha! Lolly, what d’ye say to that?” He caught his sister around the neck and kissed her as. __ he said this, and Laura, barely restraining the tears of joy which stood in her eyes, said as she broke | from him,,. laughing and blushing : “Oh, I’m very glad we’ll have enough for euchre; it’s so awkward playing with entire strangers.” — “Oh, yes, that’s what we’re all glad about, Tinklepaugh,” said Alf, while a general smile illumined the features of the friends, and Mr. T., like Laura, looked a little--a very little embarrassed. “But,” said Miss Lee, with sudden gravity, “you cer- tainly told a—a—you said Mr. Tinklepaugh was not going back with us to New York.” “Told the truth!” replied Alf, still in great excitement. “Mr. Tinklepaugh is not going back with us.” “What do you mean now? There is no understanding you, Alf.” “Why, Il mean,” he said, “that this isn’t Mr. Tinkle- paugh, but quite another man. In short, I mean that it’s Mr. Louis Hartley, late of the Richmond prison.” No words could tell how utterly astounded both Laura and Lucy were, for the latter, of course, had heard the whole story of Lieutenant Lee’s escape, more than a week before, nor with what delight they now received this intel- ligence. Hartley shook hands with the ladies, saying, “This was not my ruse, ladies. He would have it so, and you must — not blame me.” “T take the responsibility, * said Alf. “Alone I did it.” — “Tf you were in fault,” Lucy added, “you have at least done penance in bearing that odious name so long, Mr. Tinklepaugh, indeed.” EomMmicboo (ele) <S “Te