, 1891-09-06

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lar practice or his profession-he specu-
lated in land and mining properties, and
the inevitable ups and downs followed.
After his second reverse he tossed mp a
cent by way of determining whether he
Mould follow the law or so to Califor-
MA and prospect for gold. The cent
came up heads, and he chose law ac-
cordingly. The many friends he had
made and his knowledge Of mining got
him plenty of business, and it turned
out that he was "A better manager of
other peoples affairs than of his own.
He was making n fair income when it
came into his head that he might do still
better in New York.
There is plenty of money in New York,
but, like the fairy gold Of the legends,
1t has a way of vanishing just when you
think you have your hands on it. Tom
Bannick was a sound lawyer and n man
of excellent judgment, but he was in
corrigibly honest. He was conscientious
to a degree that caused his colleagues to
shrug their shoulders. He objected to
taxing up doubtful cases ION spec" and
to defending causes which seemed to
him to involve thleyery. He had no in
AoOhb&aA AiAchNo ~ paNh wv. 20. AAA no
was not a politician. OI inc 9th y haul,
AaDehetimes advocated a case That APP
peAled to his sy1npathiuz. even when Il
did not pay hL much Altog n ue
66FnQf . succce - -. lately mar
Rcd . pretty h--- VIE, who had made
him very happy, and whom he would
nave liked to make very rich. She was
agood manager, but there was no magic
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UtueoTold.
3october morning Mr.. Banmck ar
H2ofhf his office about ten o'clock, and
ascsrtsaned from the pale faced and Gym
ical tfchin IN charge Of the anteroom
that no one had yet called there-a piece
of news which custom had robbed Of its
startling features. He then entered the
inner room, hung mp his coat, lit a cigar.
cite, and sitting down in his revolving
chair began to read the newspaper. The
French indemnity, it appeared, was paid.
Louis Napoleon was not expected to live
Count Lucien de Lisle, the Mexican mill.
ionaire was stopping at the Brevoort
House. Stocks were dull. Mrs. Harry
Trent entertained a few friends at din,
ner last night.
$50 she has reeutered the world, has
she?'' said Tom Bannick to himself
reWell, by George, she's got the money
I wish it had been that poor Raven girl
Hulloi What's that
The outer door had opened, and som,
one was in the anteroom.
'.Must be that beggar about the piant
remit Well, if he'd collect my bad debts
I'd pay him. l think I'll offer him tn
commission, No, tisn't he. Can't be a.
A client, he would have said, but i
ditn't seem worth while to hazard tn
superstition. Nevertheless he slipped tn
newspaper into the wastepaper basket
threw open his desk aud had taken n
his pen to write the day of the month a
the head of a sheet of blank paper, whel
the Office boy opened the door.
"Gentleman to see you, SIR" he said
and handed over n card. 1t bore tn
naMe and title Count Lucien de Lisle.
~Why, that's the chap at the Bre
voortr' muttered Mr.. Brannick. ''Shoy
ahe gentleman in, Jacob" he added.
A tall man entered, removing his sill
hat - he did so. He was a handsom
In, and of striking appearance. HI
aihn4r. of a light brown hue. i~nclining I
TWENTY DOLLAR GOLD PIECEs