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CHAPTER XV. CONCLUSION. ‘ Few words of mine remain to close the tale.—Brinr or Anrposa, A PERtopD of several years now elapsed before these incidents ecurred which conclude this narrative. If the reader knows way thing of the rapid growth of towns in the West he will _ have little difficulty in imagining the change which seven years wrought in Adrianopolis. The pompous plans of its projector had indeed been realized to an extent which few could have predicted. Its population had increased a hundred fold. Its avenues, squares, and public buildings were no longer “airy nothings,” but had now an existence as wellas aname. Ampl warehouses and neat dwellings lined the streets; a busy mul- — titude thronged them; and the little straggling frontier villa was fast rising to the dignity of a populous city. The su urbs 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 fiell; and the only vestiges to remind one of the incidents related, were a heap of blackened logs and mane 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 Adri- anhopolis one fine summer afiernoon,seven yearsafter the sion had converted the block-house into a heap of ruins. of them, a slender, delicate young man, was mounted on a fire horse. The other traveler was a tall, uncouthly shaped person, whose pate 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 stirraps, — which seemed drawn up to the last hole to keep the rider's feet . from d on the ground, “And here, then,” said the younger person, pausing at the foot of the mound, “ is the place where the unfortunate Dudley met his end.” ; “Tt was so thought at first,” returned the other; “ but a dif ferent opinion soon came to be entertained. The body, which — : ay supposed to be Dudley’s, and which wascertainly habitedin ents, was so dreadfully mutilated that it was difficult — “ey y eho a d Hight to declane thet tp | y who saw y day to it was not. > body of Dadioy, tat 20 nto verton, the h . This o; ee comicbooks.com oars, 7 ‘« vere | FY rs f°