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50 ROXY HASTINGS. ‘You will find an account opened in the Bank of Phila- delphia in your name, on which you can draw at such times and in such sums as you require, to the amount which you see here credited to you.” She looked at the figures and seemed quite overcome. “T put this in your name,” he said, ‘‘because your daugh- ter is too young to have the control of so much money, and you are her natural guardian; and besides I know-you are a united family, and you will not be apt to differ about the disposition of your means.” ‘‘No fear of that,” said Roxy, ‘‘excepting that we always have to scold and fight mamma to make her get anything for herself.” ‘“‘T advise,” continued Charles, with patriarchal gravity, “that Roxana be placed at school in your best academy for young ladies, and that neither you nor EHKmily distress yourself with excessive toil. I think, for instance, you might safely dispense with this kind of labor,” handling her needle work. ‘‘I expect to aid you further if my pres- ent successes continue. In other words, I expect to pay another installment of my debt to Roxana.” The ladies expressed their hearty thanks without fawn- ing or flattery, and Lee took his leave with a light heart. A month later Messrs. Ogilvie and Lee had one well in — operation which was yielding a hundred barrels of oila | day. They had a company formed, with the stock divided into fifty thousand shares, which was eagerly sought for at the par value of ten dollars, and our hero, who had not parted with a share, was worth a quarter of a million, and was still looking forward to grander results. | “It’s only a beginning,” said Ogilvie. “I tell you sir, it’s only a beginning.” CHAPTER IX, ESTIMATES OF CHARLES’ WEALTH. Despite Mrs. Lee’s good resolutions against the blues she began to give way to them again. ‘‘Charles is idle,” she said, “and does not even seem to seek a place any longer, and in the meantime we are living on our principal, which will soon melt away.” “Is your money on interest, mother ?” “I don’t believe it is—about eight hundred dollars went for furniture, you know, and I have given Charles con- comicbooks (ee)