The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-03-08

man as an old schoolfellow whom he had not seen for years, came like the good fellow he was and agreed to pay the bills-for Lewsome was without funds.
 Mrs. Camp stood watch and watch with her friend Betsy Prig.
 1s he quiet?" asked Mrs. Camp, as she
 me; says she: 'sairey. never see how prepared to relieve Betsy the first night of their watch.
 "Oh, he talks and talks, but don't say
 nothing" replied Mrs. Prig. "The pickled salmon is first-class Sairey, and here's the bottle"
 At this Mrs. Prig took such a long
 swig at 1t that Mrs. Camp said to her responsibility: Whatever you do, Betsy
 drink fair
 ''The chair is hard, said Mrs. Prig you'll want his piller.'' So, after the departure of Betsy Mrs Camp snatched ' the pillow from under the head of the sick man and making herself comfortable and making another attack upon the bot tie composed herself for repose. Weariy the head of the sick man rolled steadily, monotonously from side to side and his incoherent muttering continued "Drat it. exclaimed Mrs. Camp at last cant you keep still and let me sleep?'i She shook the patient roughly and as she did so, overcome by professional instinct held his arms down to his side and thOuBlll HOW ne WOulu lOOk as d corpse. After that Sairey slept. Suddenly she heard a name shouted that broke her slumbers. "Chuzzlewit."
 Sairey sat up and listened. Surely 1t came from the sick man. She listened carefully to his muttering after that and gleaned from them things which made her ponder. While she had been at Johas Chizzlewit's she had heard muttering from old Chuffey that fitted in with what the sick man babbled.
 Meanwhile in the Wiltshire village which was honored by the residence of the estimable Pecksniff, there were some
 changes taking place which had to do with the history of the Chuzzlewit fam fly. Young Martin and Mark Tapley had come back from America. Mark had found there all the conditions which he could desire to test his power of being jolly under adverse circumstances. Mar tin had met such Americans as Mr. Jef- ferson Brick and Major Hawkins, who were powerful in "lambasting' the l ''effete monarchies of Europe and also. | fortunate for him, MT. Bevins, another sort of American, from whom he had borrowed money enough to get back to 1 England He had been lured to a dismal i boom town named "Eden' by it's cyn- | ical promoters. It sat by the side of Il malarial river. where he had suffered | sickness, poverty and desolation. He had
 
 l see the shores of England once more. 1 There was holiday in the seaport town | at which Martin and Mark landed. The corner stone of new grammar school l was to be laid that day. The great Mir. ] Pecksnff had won the competition for the | best plan. Martin happened to see the | plan. It was one which he himself had 1 drawn while a student at PeclSsniffs s and
 which that worthy gentleman had appro- ] priated.
 {, Martin learned that his grandfather was | living with Pecksniff and went to see him. 1 His pride, his confidence, his "frmness" l were all gone now. Experience, cold, 1 hard, cruel experience. had taken him by | the throat as he once designed to take | the world and had stripped him to the 1 bare soul-and a humble, earnest soul 1t l was. having learned charity and being i chastened by trouble.
 l Mark was received raptuously by Mrs. | Lupin, the ever faithful hostess of the | Blue Dragon, who recounted all the news | of the place to the homecomers. Cherry, MT. Pecksnin's elder daughter, had, after