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half aloud, as he tied his white tie.
Why so, my dear fellow?" inquired
a CHEEKY voice at the door.
BERTHE turned, still holding his Chef
d'GuUre at his throat, and said: "Oh,
Charley, is that you? Come in; I shall
be ready in five minutes" Having ar
ranged his tie to his satisfaction, he re-
peated, /" Yes; | believe ] am the most
unlucky fellow in London, at any rate. -
What's the NATTER" inquired his
friend.
"Well, you see, replied BERTHE, "I've
Just had letter from my sister saying
that Miss Patterson is about to leave
Marchmont and proceed to the South of
France. (Mother s not well | believe.)
You know l intended to go down this
week and put myself out of my pain.
Charley, love that girl, and, Charley, |
must marry her!"
"Wen!n
"But it is not well. Charles Fletcher,
you are fish, a cold-bloOded animal.
How can you talk like that when | am
really, truly and madly in love?"
my dear BERTHE, | should wait till
the lady and party came to London,
and then sec her and ascertain your
chance"
They do not come to London, | be-
lieve; at least, not to stay; so am COM
pletely upset"
alt will all come right, old fellow.
Are you ready?"
Z" Yes; it is time to be off. l do not
feel at all inclined to go, though" said
BERTHE, mournfully.
A dinner-party was given by Mrs.
Arteman, in whose husbands office Ber-
tie Tyrrel was, or flattered himself he
was, shining light. Mr.. Arteman and
Berries family had been friendly for
years, and the young man was rapidly
making his way to junior partnership.
He had the credit of being very trust
worthy and quick at business-qu qualities
which he took care to cultivate.
Many people came in the evening,
also, and Just before the carriages were
announced Mr.. Arteman entered the
room and gazed anxiously round. For
some minutes he was unable to descry
the object of his quest, but at last found
him out, and, touching young Tyrrel Oh
the arm as ne SaJ III d COTH6I VI Tue
room, beckoned him aside.
Hastily apologizing to his fair com
panion, BERTHE rejoined Mr.. Arteman in
the empty dining-room.
ais any thing the matter, sir?n he
asked.
"Yes, BERTHE, 1 am afraid there is
Read that"
Mr.. Arteman put telegram into bis
JUNIORS hands as he spoke.
- This looks serious" said BERTHE as
he returned the paper. ''What do YOU
intend to do, sir? How can we restore
confidence in the Manchester Officer"
"By sending you down." replied hi:
chief quietly.
"But tomorrow will be too late, ,
said BERTHE.
Therefore you must go tonight, my
lad"
"To-night-go to Manchester to.
night" exclaimed Tyrrel. "ThC
things impossible!"
"Oh! dear, no." replied Mr.. Arte.
man coolly; 81 have had your bag
packed already. took the liberty tC
send Collins to your lodgings for your
morning dress. l have a cab at the
door. Here are ten pounds in gold
Run up stairs and change-take a BIZ
of supper first, though The Pullman
train from St. Pancras starts at mid
night"
"And it is now IL, said BERTHE, look
ing at his watch. "What sort of 8
night is it, Collins?''
"Snows fast, sir" replied the man
"Snows, does it," exclaimed BERTHE
81 Better fill up the flask then, and put
a half-dozen cigars in my eoat-pocket-
and / say, Collins!"
" Yes, sir"
"Cut me couple of ham sandwiches
while Dress
In Is minutes BERTHE had received his
last instructions from Mr. Arteman, and
was bowling along the Euston road to
the Midland station.
That immense terminus looked warm
and comfortable in comparison with
the wet and chilly night outside. The
Pullman train was at the platform
ready to start. There were very few
passengers. BERTHE took a sleeping-cal
ticket, and without loss of time tucked
himself up comfortably in his berth
The train soon started after this, and
BERTHE Tyrrel was rapidly whirled into
the land of dreams.
But his dreams were pleasant dreams
and if he had not been conscious of the
penetrating cold, he would have enjoy.
ed a good nights rest. He shivereC
and awoke. The lamp was burning
dimly. The steady "whirr'' of the
fast-fying wheels told him that the trair
was rushing still on through the stormy
night. Something fell on the lamp
there it was again. 1t came through
the lattice over his bed. 1t was snow
"Pleasant night" thought our tray
eler. "I'll have another nap"
Easier said than done. No efforts o.
his could induce Somnus to pay him 4
sacond visit The chill faelinor he hal