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CHAPTER xIx-(Continued.)

CHAPTER XIX-(COntinued.)
"Yes, and I've got something particu
lar to say to you," retorted Clean yOuI
Boots. "Be so good as to walk your.
self off, will you? You are hinderinG
my trade-nO respectable gentleman
will come to my shop while there's
such a seedy swell a you on the
premises"
"Have you a mind to earn half a
sovereign" the peddler now, at last,
abruptly demanded.
"What, by helping you in some little
bit Of ~priggeryT' said the boy, sus.
%piciously.
"No. honestly" replied Abraham.
Sand who am l to look to for the
money!
"To me-"
The lad looked Abraham over from
head to foot, and laughed jeeringly.
"Ah, YES" said that gentleman, you
think | don't look to be q man of such
great property
"You see." said the peddler, "the lin
your Boots; and seemed perfectly
amazed as Abraham showed him a
half-sovereign and some silver, which
he had drawn from an inner and con-
cealed pocket.
"You see," said the pedler, "the lin
ing is sometimes better than the out
side cloth"
you are sure you come by all that
money honestly"
Abraham looked shocked, and said
that he had never been guilty of a dis
honest action all his life.
Clean your Boots didn't know about
that: but he thought he might be safe
in dealing now with his queer GUS
toner; for, certainly, there hadn't been
any great robbery of late-leastwise,
not as he knowned Oh.
Listen" said Abraham.
Il does replied the lad. "What is
1t you want me to doT'
Nothing"
II can do it easy"
THAT is~-scarcely anything"
"A arrand, l s'poseY' said the boy.
"Where do you want me to run to?"
nowhere
"Well, l can soon go that distance,
II you give me a proper direction"
Il want merely the use Of your box"
said the peddlcr.
"You don't want to take the bread
out of my mouth, do youY"
"Oh, no; l wish to place something
within it, that is ALL"
"Well. I'm agreeable" cried the lad.
"Only don't put a wagon load o. Goals
In it. else there won't be no room for
my backing and brushes"
Tony Overreaches the Peddler.
open you box" said Abraham.
The lad did so, and the pocketboOk
was placed within it, and the box re-
closed.
as that alp asked the Boots, Won
deringly, aLG somewhat suspiciously,
also
Eyes. all--Yet, no." cried Abraham.
"What is your number?"
The lad held forward his medal.
The peddler looked at it and repeat
ed the number aloud, to fix it in his
mind.
"That will do" he said, and was
turning avsy.
"Hilloa-stop" cried Boots; where's
the h~alf-a-cooter?"
"Ah. true-tO be sure" said the ped
der. Wen. there's five shillings-you
shall have the other five when l come
back to you and take away my pocket
book"
Boots. having bit hard at each piece
of silver, and so satisfied himself that
Hc was Eot uciilIlS WIFI Il confer, tnen
said: "Spose. my swell, you shouldn't
come back at all for this here pocket
bOOk?'
I'm that case replied Abraham,
"you must carry it to Sir Loghlcn
O'Meara."
IL don't know him-is he respecta-
ble?' asked the lad.
The peddler explained, and gave the
barOnet's address.
You are sure l shan't get in no
scrap if i takes the book to him -
questioned Boots.
You will get from him almost any
reward which you might choose to So
licit." was the reply.
I'D leave ii to him, IL he wasn't stin-
gy," said the lad.
DO we exactly understand each 9th
er?' demanded the peddleI.
we does" replied Boots.
And the young gentleman 81 w Abra-
nam Mailer trip up the steps and glide
into the hotel, and thought to himself
that it was rather a strange piece of
business, which, so far as Boots was
concerned did not at all matter. SO
long as 1t paid.
CHAPTER Xx.
The ddlc Eoiu. Trade.
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