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A SECRET. 51 only a hot-headed boy then; I should know better now, and. perhaps I fad tricked him a little. At any rate, we had a clinch, and I got the hip-lock on him you taught me, Tim.” «“ Iv’s a good lock, Masther Ed.” “Tt is, indeed. It worked like a charm. He struck on his head and shoulders in a way that very nearly drove the life out of his body. When he got up he was cool again, but he swore-to get even with me before he died, and if he ever gets a chance, he'll do it.” “ He bade me look out for ye, Masther Ed., and said ye were sharp.” “T am glad he has such a good opinion of me. Did he give you any other menpege = | “ Yis ; wan more.” ‘ What was it 2” “ Waix I couldn’t tell ye.” - © Why not ?” “Tt’s a sacret between him and Miss Lizzie.” “Tim !” cried Lizzie. “Don’t be afeard, Miss Lizzie,” said Tim, who was bent on making mischief. ‘“ J’d niver tell, . “What is this message, Tim ?” asked Ed. Besinntig to look rather glum. “Tt’s only a letther,” said Tim, coolly. : “ A letter! What business has tbe scoundrel to write to you, Lizzie? I don’t understand this.” ss “Sure if a lad writes a love-letther to a gurl, whose busi- ness is that same but his own?” said Tim, coolly. * “ They will do it.” “Tim,” said the young officer, “ you know I will bear a ae deal from you; but, if you do we give up that letter I ot answer for the consequences.” - Give it up, will 1? To be sure I will, to Miss Lizzie. There it is, alanah, and I may say that the captain is over head and ears in love wid ye by this time, and the language is overpowering. He wud have ye fly wid him to a furrin shore.” “ Infernal scoundrel,” fumed Ed., “ I will make him pay for this. And if it is an invention of yours, Master Tim, I will break every bone in your skin.” comicbooks.conm