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VOLUME XXI-.:.t

coupe. which drove off rapidly after
the carriage which contained him
and Lucille. ;, When the latter was
pulled up in front of hotel, the
coupe also stopped at little. dis
+tance, but the yelled lady did not
get out. Shea leaned forward to
the window, muttering, 81 knew
there was something Of that sortI
Oh, John! John How could youY
And then the driver of the coupe
received fresh orders, and drove
away rapidly up town.
Lucille had only gone into the
hotefto gather her somewhat shat
tered senses after listening to the
news impaired by John, and, on
the whole, she had sustained the
shock much better than he had
expected. In very short time
for, with all her nervousness, she
was a brave and devoted wife-Lu-
cille declared her readiness to hurry
off at once to the prison.
81 must stop at my Office for a
moment" said John.
ooh, but I am in such a hurry r.
exclaimed Lucille.
"But it's only to leave. a law pa
per with my partner. He has been
at Court all day, and I have not
seen him"
Johns Office was in very busy
part of the city, and both he and
Lucille had their heads altogether
too full of exciting thoughts to no.
tice any. particular members of the
hurrying -throng upon the side
walks. Still as the carriage pulled
up at the curbstone, John said:
"Good! I won't have to. 60 up
stairs. There's my partner now.
Brown! Eth, Brown
The gentleman thus addressed
fhad been standing;on the edge of
the sidewalk, as if, waiting for
somebody, and now came forward
with remarkably beaming express
sion of countenance.
"John, my boy, it's all right"
"What's all right?"
"Why, that Caleb Smith case.'
John Albany had to catch his
breath for a moment; but he stam-
mered, "How ?"
"Why, there was a whole batch
sent up this morning; and one Of
them-that's Flash-fnger Dick
confessed to putting the money On
Caleb's person.
"Well, but what did you do p
"Ch, Judge was as good as
pic; let him right out, and I've got
A gloved hand was on Johns
shoulder, and q trembling voice
was trying, to ask him: =. =sa4
"John, John, isn't that Joe?"
eyes, it's Joe," said John Alba
ny; but he was sorry the next min
ute, as he sat in corner of the
carriage trying to recall the color
to the white and beautiful face, for
Lucille had tainted. AS for Brown
he had comprehended the case well
enough to dash up stairs; and by
the time Lucille came to herself
she was in better hands than the
somewhat clumsy ones of John
Albany.
And now the carriage was being
whirleds away up town, for John
was urged by something even stron-
ger than hospitality in his eager
ness to reach his clouded home.
lie could have no patience with
either horses or driver, especially
as Lucille and Joe looked SO pro-
vokingly loving and happy there
on the back seat.
Home was reached at last, how
ever, and the somewhat irate driver
reined in his smoking horses in
front of the house. John Sprang
tothe sidewalk, and never dreamed
of aiding Joe; but Lucille by this
time was very well able to help
herself.
1t was not yet dusk when they
entered the house, and Johns
latch-key dispensed with bell-ring.
ing and servants.
await momentin the parlor, "
said John, "while I call Carrie"
And so saying, but with big
weight upon his heart, John push.
ed onward toward the sitting-room
AS he threw open the door before
him, however, he was suddenly con.
fronted by lady figure in full
travelling costume, and q glance
beyond him showed him marvel
Gus disarray Of trunks and band
boxes.
Carrie, my dear"
A gloved hand held out toward
: him a small white envelope, while
husky voice said:
',Good-by, John y
"Carrie-"
"Isn't that Joe's voice? Oh,
Joe! are you here?''
eyes, Carrie, here lam, safe and
sound" And Joe himself rushed
forward, taking hold of his pretty
sister as if he was about ready tc
swallow her.
ooh, Joe, take me to mothers p
"But, Carrie, what's the matter
ILL.,. on l,aon inst tha hast old