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“CHARLES DUDLEY, I DECLARE!” 117 “Who is he?’ “Where is he from?’ were questions Whispered from one to another as the group passed on toward the principal hotel of Adrianopolis. And as the negro trudged along at some distance behind, more than one curious Slance was directed to the plate upon the trunks to ascertain the owner’s name. ; “ Why, bless us, ‘C. D. Elton ? it is Elton, the great East- *rn lawyer!” exclaimed half a dozen voices; and a crowd Gathered round those who had made this discovery, to discuss the merits of the jurist, the fame of whose talents and ence had reached even to the remote town of Adrian- polis. The two mounted travelers had by this time ridden into the town, and as they passed the group of passengers, the eye } Of the elder rested on the countenance of the stranger. He drew up his horse with an involuntary motion of surprise, and remained gazing after him until he disappeared within the door of the hotel. “Tt is he!’ muttered the horseman; “if the waters can give up their prey, it is he himself!” and so saying, he turned and rode at a round trot toward the tavern. A tall, lounging, and somewhat tawdrily-dressed figure Stood in the door of a shop near at hand, the shelves of Which presented a large variety of tin-ware, arranged in ing rows. His attention seemed to have been drawn ard the negro, who was walking leisurely up the street his burden, and casting curious glances upon every ob- round him, while a broad grin upon his ebony face that he was pleased with all he saw. As he came . the shopkeeper, the latter cried out: ~ Well, now, I vow, that’s strange! Why, Cato, it ain’t ™, is it ?” is Ah, ha! Massa Dodge; how you do, Massa Dodge? I oT glad to see you,” responded the black; and, putting trunks upon the ground, he exchanged with our honest nee Nathan, a cordial embrace. The peddler stepped to the shop, turned the key in the door, and, joining the i Walked forward with him at a quick pace toward the “ Charles Dudley, I declare !” exclaimed the former ccint ae n Se .