Year: 1863

nigut' es, tnat Is the package OF bill


on the left. Aud you will communicat


to Crude and Seyne first. The soone
its over the better. Heigho! and


long yawn exhaled with the cloud of ci-
gar smoke, and the face of the smoke


seemed to assume a gray tinge il th
grey light of the smoke.


The lawyer, drawing forth the pack
age Of bills on the left, remarked some


thing politely, TO which the other re
turned, between short, energetic whiffs.


mo, don't think my creditors car
justly accuse me of any unfairness.


believe | have been, as you say, Mr.


Waring, strictly honorable


A slight pause, then little absently
But Iwish it could have been deferred
at least. Bun will lose her happy New
Year now. Poor little Bum


The lawyer glanced up from bis occu-
patton, and as he flashed look across
the broker, there was just the least sur
prise visible in his impossible face
What was it What did be see in John
Baylie to surprise him


There was nothing strange to be seen.
Only man smoking slowly, and gazing
thougbtfully as he smoked, into the bla-
zing fire of sea coal A cool, grave man
to the world of business some said
hard man, one at least to weigh careful
ly all the nice chances in the mercantile
balance. Not less cool, not less grave
now, in seeming. Very grave indeed,
and ii might be that the shade of gravity
had deepened into a shadow, and that
softer one than usual; or it might only
bethe shadowy clouds from the cigar
Who could tell Net Mr.. Wariug with
his once swift glance. Not any one who
knew John Baylie on Change certainly.
Who then ? Little Bun could have cUId.


But after one swift glance, the law
yer's interest in the matter appeared to
subside, and the exclamation and the
shadow went out OF bis mind together.
The next quarter Of an hour passed
quietly in business talk--cool and clear
headed reckonings on both sides, and on
one brave, almost, and you would have
said, callous recognition and accep-
tance Of certain bitter truths so brave
that when lawyer Waring walked home
in the still December midnight, he said
TO himself, The man has splendid cour-
age ? And on the still December mid.
night, walking home, this man of splen-
did courage kept thinking sometimes
aloud, Poor little Bun ?


AS be turned to ascend the marble
steps of his Fifth Avenue palace, car
riage With span of blood horses, gilt
tering silver mountings in the gas light,
dashed up to the curb stone. 1t would
seem as if he hurried on his pass-key
was already in the lock, and a moment
more be would have been out of sight,
when a clear treble voice called
Papa, papa wait for me ? {


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He stopped, hesitated just the fraction Q
Of minute, then went back to meet
Miss Rosamond Baylie, self-christened '
Bun in the days of her babyhood, out of a
some baby whim, which baby whim had t
,lung to her these 20 years. S
'You are back early, he said S
Yes, and for such funny reason t
That clumsy Keyes, you know-Capt. s
keyes, you know--caught my lovely
bread lace fcunces in his ugly regimen t
ais some way, made such figure of me C
had to come home. But l didn't mind, n
twas stupid party. All my loss is a a
ace loss, and that isn't mine but yours, d
'apa, for l shall want yards of it, TO re-
lew me for New Years night a
So chaitering in happy, needless :
say, she had led him into the drawing b
oom, and now under the full light of the d
handelier, stood revealing the unlucky
lace loss yards of il trampled and torn II
nd cut by that clumsy Keyes.' In the o
midst OF which revealing, she laughs b
ally as she recalls the unfortunate cap b
ain, telling papa how absurdly he look S
d flying down the room enwuund in tc
hat futtering flag of lace.' And papa c.
miled absently all the time, saying new B
word; for all the time he is thinking
-'Bun will lose her happy New Year fl
POOR little Bun r W
Once or twice he opened his lips to tf
ell her about it /; but fresh laugh, a
ny "reminiscences, stayed him, and then b,
ne O'Clock struck from the French al
me-piece on the mantel, and rubbing a al
tile white hand in the prettiest eyes in u,
le world, the sleepiest little Bun goes N
awning up to bed, dragging an ermine m
oak by the tassels. She is no doubt
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