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196 The Ebony Box. Time went on. Lawyer Chance was as good as his word, and put a few small matters of business into the hands of Sam Dene. Mr. Cockermuth did the same. ‘The town came down upon him for it ; though it let Chance alone, who was not the sort of man to be dictated to. ‘* Well,” said Cockermuth in answer, ‘‘I don’t believe the lad is guilty ; never have believed it. Had he been of a dishonest turn, he could have helped himself before, for a good deal of my cash passed at times through his hands. And, given that he was innocent, he has — been hardly dealt by.” Sam Dene was grateful for these stray windfalls, and returned his best thanks to the lawyers for them. But they did not amount to much in the aggregate; and a gloomy vision began to present itself to his apprehension of being forced to give up the struggle, and wandering out in the world to seek a better fortune. ‘The summer assizes drew near. Sam had no grand cause to come on at them, or small one either ; but it was impossible not to give a thought now and again to what his fate might have been, had he stood committed to take his trial at them. The popular voice said that was only what he merited. If, THE assizes were held, and passed. One hot day, when July was nearing its meridian, word was brought to Miss Cockermuth—who was charitable—that a poor sick woman whom she befriended, was worse than usual, so she put on her bonnet and cloak to pay her a visit. The bonnet was a huge Leghorn, which shaded her face well from the sun, its trimming of straw colour; and the cloak was of thin black ‘‘taffeta,” edged with narrow lace. It was a long walk ona hot afternoon, for the sick woman lived but just on this side Henwick. Miss Betty had got as far as the bridge, and was about to cross it when Sam Dene, coming over it at a strapping pace, ran against her. ‘‘ Miss Betty!” he cried. ‘‘I beg your pardon.” Miss Betty brought her bonnet from under the shade of her large grass-green parasol. ‘‘ Dear me, is it you, Sam Dene?” she said ‘Were you walking for a wager?” Sam laughed a little. ‘‘I was hastening back to my office, Miss Betty. I have no clerk, you know, and a client mzg¢t come in.” Miss Betty gave her head a twist, something between a nod anda shake ; she noticed the doubtful tone in the “might.” ‘‘ Very hot, isn’t it?” said she. ‘‘I’m going up to see that poor Hester Knowles ; she’s uncommon bad, I hear.” “You'll have a warm walk.” “Ay, Are you pretty well, Sam? You look thin.” “TDoI? Oh, that’s nothing but the heat of the weather. I am quite well, thank you. Good afternoon, Miss Betty.” She shook his hand heartily. One of Sam’s worst enemies, who Gomicbooks.¢co