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RyW. A, LEE AND HUGH WILSON.

for his liberal contribution wer'
dealt him from the beautiful
mouth. =.
Dick was in the midst Of an elab
crate reply, when the cars stopped
lie fingered yet another moment
seized his satchcl and shawl, Will
his eyes still on the face of hi:
clarmer, and then even as the cars
were again in motion, he be-
thought himself of the doctor, and
hurriedly left the car ard joined his
friend on the PLATFORM.
"Well," ejaculate@ that worthy.
"I began to believe you'd conclud'
cd to go and bury the dead baby,
and make the protecting. beauty
Mrs Angelica Marcy. Isn't she q
stunner?'
"Townsend," returned his friend
"den't use slang i'll speaking of the
noble creature lie looked after
the train just disappearing in the
distance. Il wish to heaven" he
-continued, "Td remained aboard.
How stupid L was to leave it. |
might have learned her name and
residence. And now"
"Now in all probability" broke
in the doctor 'you'll never meet
her in this Yale of tears. But
you'll know her in heaven, if you
behave Yourself, well enough to get
there, by'her wings, she'll have the
biggest of any of them, seeing
they've commenced to sprout on
EARTH"
And thus rallying his thorough
ly captivatcd friend, the two made
their way to the house of an ac-
quaintance, with whom they were
to remain that night, and 60 on the
next day to their destination-St.
Louis.
After the first salutation our hero
went to his room to remove some
of. the evidences off his coat, vest
and collar; he had splashed, and
soapcd, and washed, till his damp
curls hung close to his shapely
head, when he made q startling dis
covcry.
Flushed and breathless, he burst
into the next room upon his friend.
"Townsend," cried he, "what
upon earth do you suppose? I've
got the wrong bag. I've char gcd
baggage with the Angel of Mercy.
Look at the slipper-sce that thim-
ble-contemplate that glove.
"It's evident you've the lady's
satchel. And what was there in
your?'
"Don't bring up that dreadful
idea," said Dick. "Cigars and
hair.brush, pack of cards and a
comb, pocket flask and a tooth
brush - everything disreputable.
If I am judged by that bag, I'm
a lost man.
And this I took for a clean
shirt ; and Dick held up frilled
and hutcd sack, such as to Go duty
for more extensive night-drcsscs
with ladies when travelling. I'D
like to see Angelica when she opens
my satchel.'
And Dick fell to 'musing, with
the slipper perched on two fingers
and the frillcd white sack spread
out tcnderly upon lis knees.
In an upper apartment of a hand
some mansion in St. Louis, on the
evening of the day our heroine
first made the readers acquaintance
beautiful Belle Alden, the. petted
and only daugtcr of the house, sat
contemplating the various articles
her confidential maid was dispos-
ing upon the table-articles taken
from no lessa receptacle than Dick
Marcy's travelling bag. -,
The cards and cigar-casc'lay side
by side, and q higlly-sccntod party
they were.
sWtat's in the little silver flask,
Rosa:" said the fair mistress.
Brandy, ma'am,' replied the
maid. .:
He can't be veay dissipated, to
travel with such little bottle.
That's in case Of sickness, l sup
pose,' returned Belle.
Its my belief said Rosa, who
was shrcwd girl, that the gentle
man was a mighty nice one, else
you'd not so readily excuse the
cards and the BOTTLE
:For shame, Rosa. All gentle
men play euchre travelling, and
every clergyman takes a little bran.
dy in case Of Sickness answered
Belle. sAnd this man was gen.
,leman, and a liberal one, too, for
he gave the poor emigrant woman
ten dollars. What's that Rosa?'
For at that moment Rosa held
between her fingers letter.
Whether it was wrong to read q
strangers letter vexed Belle for q
moment, as her eyes glanced at the
superscription and handwriting.
'Why, of all things! exclaimed
the DELIGHTFUL girl. seizine the let