The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-01-29

w nat do you Lnlnk OF the DuSl-
ness?" | said to Ned one day in the
Office. 1t couldn't be that twenty
pounds"
1 thought Ned wouldahave struck
me, but he only said coldly:
Fred. / am ashamed of you. Bust
ness makes you cruel and suspicious.
I would trust Monday, even now,
with the Bank of England, and never
!. care to count the gold first.
Just then Mr.. milford entered the
Office, hot and agitated.
Here's a pretty thing, he said !;
Gambler, that one thousand pound
note has never reached Haberfeld &
HOLLYWOOD. Are you sure you put it
in yourself?' a ".
1 felt the blood rush to my head
and my brain swim, as | replied fall
teringly: bss 9-oI
mo, [ was very busy at poSt-time.
| sent it by Monday. " Ia
Then that's what the william bolt
ed with, of course, said Mr.. milford.
[ hung my head like a detected
schoolboy. [ felt bitterly the result
of my carelessness, the hopelessness
of repairing it.
ANC0 AOA q du0 OAL
his pen. Then he rose and jammed
on .. h b hat l. said 7 sin believe IN
Monday-the note has been lost.
Fred, let US run to the post-ofice and
make inquiries. Strange things some
times happen to men of business in
hurry; and unless / hear Monday own
it, will. never believe he took that
money My belief with the second
lot is, that he was decoyed into some
brandy shop, and there drugged and
murdered. No, III never give up my
belief in Monday! sl t84ii
The delay with that money may.
ruin our consignees, said Mr.. Mul-
ford. They Will not send the sugar,
vessels till they hear, and so we shall
lose the market Oh, young man,
unWise young man, how could you
ever trust that black scoundrel p : b
[ put on my hat, and and Ned ran
like madmen to Lombard Street No
hackney coach could keep pace with
us at ALL We rushed breathless into
the Lost Letter Office then a
shambling, miserable little room,
ill-ordered and lazily super
luICuQC0 ny buIGC VI lOuL
careless, badly paid clerks. We told
them cautiously, that we had lost a
letter posted on such a date, and di-
reoted to Messrs. Haberfeld and
HOLLYWOOD, John Street, Bristol.
" Mono such letter in the pigeon
holes ~ @F
"Or perhaps said Ned, :. in
hurry, misdirected Messrs. Haberfeld
and HOLLYWOOD, Bristol Street, Lon,
DON" b ..atE ~ Il
This reply-was said with a
1Or perhaps, said I, to Messrs.
milford and Snargate, Abchurch
Street, Bristol. "'.rr ais ..-g-,,-r-.
The clerk looked i over the
railing, as l9a If zaY beaten at a
game5of skill, and slowly handed me
letter. Ny heart seemed to swell
as large as a quartern loaf. Ii was
the letter. the seal was unbroken
My eyes and Ned s met; he, too, saw
it was the letter. - zHl3lBIs ltl9fsfa
&What IS there to pay?'a said l,
coollys test -iiFll1e lluo sn .--..= -#5tsli 3
I %Sixpeace." fs@ot a@ aa -" p
L paid the sixbence.I [ never part
ed with sixpence with less regret and
we hurried out of the Office.
/ tore open. the enyelop, which was
covered with postmen's annotations.
There was the bran new thousand
pound note. We danced for JOY.
so poor Monday was innocent
after ALL you see, Fred" cried my
brother. / was almost too pleased to
care whether he was or was not.
Four years after, this remarkable
and fortunate recovery. my brother
Ned went out to Jamaica, to conduct
our agency there, and | became
junior partner in the firm in Abchurch
Lane. Ten months after my brothers
departure, 1 received the following
letter from him, dated Kingston,
Jamaica, August, 1905: &
Ny DEAR BROTHER
I But [ need scarcely recapitulate
5the commercial details of the prices
of sugar and rum with which the let
ter commenced. It ended thus:
have now something to tell you
that will indeed astonish you. We
have been tormented for six months
past by a pirate schooner, that has
intercepted our fishing vessels, and
once or twice carried off the
smaller merchant ships between
here and Cuba, and New Or
leans. The vessel was commanded,
it was reported, by negro--a run-a-
way man-Of wars mana rascal of
some parts, and of equal courage and
cruelty. The moment a small vessel
came within range, this blood thirsty
scoundrel would hoist his black flag,
pour in two or three broadsides, and
instantly board, his men dashing in
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