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es te | ° tae 136 Had any man alive attempted to cheat Mr. Alderman Pepper ont of five pounds, he would bave failed; but he was coolly fleeced of twenty thousand pounds by the polished courtier with the utmost ease. He even felt obliged to the man for taking the money. He had also taken his daughter. Poor Lady Carstone was well ‘meaning, though she was ignorant, while the society of the aristocracy with whom she associated, instead of improving, almost ruined her. When breakfast was over Carstone retired to her chamber to dress, the boy ran out to joina room, who had a pony to show him, and Sir Charles was alone. _ He had an appointmentat twelve, and was about to make a move- vent to keep it, when one John 7 was announced, “Let him come in,” said the baronet, somewhat quickly. Amanentered. The visitor was a man of middle hight, slight, and somewhat bowed in the back, with a long, cadaverous countenance, a aked nose, little restless gray es, and a general air of poverty distressabouthim. He bowed meekly to the baronet, who threw himseif into a chair and motioned to the other to be seated. _“ And pray, ter Barty,’’ said baronet, in a omey seen at may procure me the pleas- ur co y this morning? sit ¥ 7) a \ other, ‘not 7 y always—do not talk of y like it was bread, or cheese, ordust; money i the thing * to take the off to, of reverently, to use when it is really “Upon my word, John Barty, js avery fine thing, but I not think of itas you do for : gold of the Indies. rdered some of these nights. 2 very look of you pro- Creesua. !’ said the other; “why 2 ‘won't split. Youwll ah 4 THE SILENT HUNTER. say lam rich? You know I am not. I try to be; I make a little here, alittle there; I starye my- self, I go errands, I introduce gen- tlemen to moneyed men—and, Sir Charles, why do I do it?” ‘* Ah, why ?—that is a question I have often thought of asking you,”’ said the baronet. “Tt have a daughter,Sir Charles,” ‘*A daughter?’ ‘A daughter, whom I wish to leave happy, Sir Charles, and for whom I do all. that I do—a daugh- Lady ter, the image of what her mo er was, and she was beautiful. “Upon my word, Mr. Barty, you quite interest me ;andif I had not A&A most Special appointment with the prince 1 should ask you to continue.”’ ‘*‘ Exeuse me, Sir Charles, but I am ageing important busi- ness. ve you not a secret in America, of—?’’. ‘‘What means this introduc- tion ?” exclaimed the baronet. ‘*Your secret js diseovered,” said the miser, coolly.. “ Your cousin, Andrew Carstone, has left for America with an old pal of Dick Blunt's.’ * The baronet rose hastily, and moved impatiently across ithe room, clenched his tists, and seem- ot et iceragead “s Jy e au denly, ‘* this oteninng ——_ But how do you know?” ‘** Well, sir, I was down at Green- wich yes » and I saw that thief, Corney , coming down the the street witha in his hand, dressed like a gentleman’s Who is Comey Rag ok “The man where when we fetched him that ‘.” **Go on.” “*Eh, Ragg,’ says I, ‘you're mighty fine; A gaeagra m.” im to’Meriky wits Mr, Pere fetch Samaniie ter, asa villain called Bi COMME MOO <S.COll