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seamed el kal ‘ 4 lla : THE WRONG MAN. CHAPTER XV. CONCLUSION. Few words of mine remain to close the tale.-—Bripz or Asrpos. A prriop of several years now elapsed before those inc- dents occurred which conclude this narrative. If the reader knows any thing of the rapid growth of towns in the West, he will have little difficulty in imagining the change w seven years wrought in Adrianopolis. The pompous plans its projector had indeed been realized to an extent which could have predicted. Its population had increased a h dred-fold. Its avenues, squares, and public buildings were longer “ airy nothings,” but had now an existence as well a name. Ample warehouses and neat dwellings lined streets ; a busy multitude thronged them ; and the little s gling frontier village was fast rising to the dignity of a popu- lous city. The suburbs reached nearly to the mound which has been the scene of a chief part of the action of this story. The mound itself now was a cultivated field; and the only vestiges tc remind one of the incidents related, were a heap of blackened logs and stones just visible above the corn-blades which rustled around them. This object seemed to have attracted the attention of two travelers who chanced to pass that way on their road to Adrianopolis one fine summer afternoon, seven years after the explosion had converted the block-house into a heap of ruins One of them, a slender, delicate young man, was mounted on a fine horse. The other traveler was a tall, uncouthly shaped person, whose pale and sober countenance was marked with lines that showed his age could not have been much short of forty. He bestrode a small ambling horse; and his awkward figure was set off to peculiar disadvantage by the shortness of his stirrups, which seemed drawn up to the last hole to keep the rider’s feet from dragging on the ground. _“ And here, then,” said the younger person, pausing at the foot of the mound, “is the place where the unfortunate Dud ey met his end.” conmmclbooks.comn