The Argosy — page 258: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE ARGOSY. OCTOBER 1, 1874. IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT. (een tate sane CHAPTER XXX. MISS CULPEPPER SPEAKS HER MIND. RS. McDERMOT had reached Pincote, and she did not fail to let everyone knowit. As the Squire had predicted, the moment She had taken off her waterproof and changed her boots she marched straight into the library and asked for her money. It was with a feeling of profound satisfaction that her brother unlocked his bureau and handed her a roll of notes representing five thousand seven hundred and fifty pounds. She counted the notes over twice, slowly and carefully. ‘What are the seven hundred and fifty pounds for?” she asked. ‘ Interest for three years at five per cent. per annum.” ““T thought you would have got me seven per cent. at the least,” she said ungraciously. ‘‘ My man of business tells me that seven is quite a common thing now-a-days. He says that he can get me nine or ten per cent. on real property without any difficulty.” “I should advise you to be careful what you are about,” said the Squire gravely. ‘‘ Big profits, big risks: little profits, little risks.” ‘I know perfectly well what I’m doing,” said Mrs. McDermot with _a toss of her antiquated curls. ‘‘It’s you slow sleepy country folk who crawl behind the times and miss half the golden chances that come to people who keep their eyes wide open.” The Squire shook his head but said no more. He groaned in spirit when he thought what his ‘‘ golden chance” had done for him. “Tet her buy her experience as I’ve bought mine,” he said to him- self. ‘From a girl she was always pig-headed : let her pay for it.” ‘Have you any idea how long your aunt is likely to stay ?” heasked Jane a day or two later. VOL. XVIII. R Conniclooolks (SO) am