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versary of Philipson's at play. "You hav'

versary of Philipson's at play. "You have
done your work etfectually, Monsieur.
"I regret very much that the result is
what it is," was Mr.. Vivian's reply. 81
acted, of course, as any one else would, under
the circumstances; but was quite ignorant
of the identity of my visitor-had known who
he was, I should have endeavored to secure
him without shedding his blood"
"You know him, then ?" asked another.
II know simply that he is a countryman
of my own like myself, away from his home
and from all those who are connected with
him by the ties of relationship. My personal
knowledge of him is very limited"
"Speaking of his relations" remarked the
surgeon, 'if he has any, they ought to be
telegraped to Immediately. His case may be
lingering one, and they might have time
to cross the ocean to pay him farewell visit
though it's doubtful In any case, they
should be told"
Mr.. Vivian was ready and willing to un
dertake the transmission of the message; but
no one knew to whom or whittier it should
be sent. 1t proved necessary to wait until
Philipson recovered consciousness, which he
did after considerable time; but though he
understood the inquiry addressed to him, he
was either unable or unwilling to give salts
factory reply.
"Don't bother any one about me" he said
with manifest impatience "my people are
too far away to be sent for, and, besides, see
ing them would do me no good"
"But let me tell you that this will be about
your last chance of meeting them again in
this world" urged the surgeon, who seemed
anxious to impress upon every one the serious
nature of the case. GAS to your offence, they
will overlook that People are not usually
hard upon others at such time
my ofence-bah" said the wounded
man "'tisn't the gravest I have committed
in my lifetime, by long shot. That does
not worry me"
"Then all have to say is that you are a
reprobate," said the surgeon, turning off in
disgust. "Act as you please in the matter
I've given you my advice, and my conscience
is clear"
Notwithstanding his show of hardihood,
Albert was secretly more troubled than he
cared to confess; and Mr.. Vivian, who as.
sumed the post Of watcher, at least for the
present, beside his bed feeling, as he did,
real concern in regard to his condition) had
the penetration before long to discover that
his bravado was put only as mask. As soon
as good opportunity presented itself, he
once more approached the subject which had
appeared so obnoxious, and represented to the
patient the obligation that he was under not
to conceal from his nearest relations the crit
ical state in which he found himself.
GAS to obligation" returned Albert, 81 do
not see that any exists in the matter. My
mode of life has cut me off, for years past
from my family, and l imagine that it will
make little difference to them whether they
hoar of mo not. It might, it is truo, be q
source of satisfaction to them," he added,
with a forced laugh, "to know that the dis.
grace of my existence is about to be wiped
away from the EARTH"
1T is too serious subject to jest On, y
returned Mr.. Vivian. "Refect what source
of pain it will be hereafter to your relatives,
to know that you refused to communicate with
them in your greatest necessity, and | cannot
but think that, however complete the estrange'
ment which has existed between you, they will
be eager and grateful now for an opportunity
of being reconciled."
"It is odd that you should take an interest
in the matter" said Albert.
"Not at ALL" replied his selfconstituted
guardian. 81 feel it particularly incumbent
upon me, as the author Of your present misfor.
tune, to do what 1 can to tighten the evil,
though fear it is past remedy"
"You are not to blame" rejoined Albert,
with an effort. ut was my own cursed folly.
If you really think it best to send" be added,
"Ill give you my mothers address. You will
find it in that portfolio lying on the table"
Mr.. Vivian Immediately found the address,
and before another quarter of an hour had
elapsed, Mrs. Philipson and her daughter
were telegraphed for, to the station nearest
Drowsieville, which, of course, boasted no
telegraph station Of its own.