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His spirits began to rise again as the time He had gentle ways. He petted children. for the exploit approached. He went about when he had the power, he helped people the house, surveying it with a critical eye-in distress. He laughed all day. estimating the probability of Hester hearing when he was not laughing. He fraternized anything-wondering if Lafleur would do it with everybody. Men have been canonized cleverly—making calm and careful prepara- for virtues fewer than these. tions. He prized out two rails in the front garden at night; because the gate was al- “I'll do it," said Mr. Mortiboy at night. ways locked, and gentlemen do not like to He repeated it in the morning as he dressed. be seen clambering over rails. He placed He stared very hard at Dick during breakfast. the ladder in readiness behind the water- He sent for lawyer Battiscombe after breakbutt, where it could easily be found. He fast, and repeated it to him. greased the window, to make it open noise- “I'll do it at once," said the rich man. lessly. He put oil into the lock of the press, “I have dissuaded you to the utmost of when his father was at the bank. He ascer- my power,” said his lawyer. “It is a most tained that there was no moon on the four- irregular thing, Mr. Mortiboy. Think of King teenth. He found out from a book on me- | Lear.” dicine what amount of morphia would send “Mr. Battiscombe, do not insult my a man to sleep.

family,” old Ready-money cried, in great "And now," he said to himself, “I can't wrath. “It is forty years since I saw 'King do any more. The old man shall have his Lear' at the theatre, but I suppose it isn't draught. Lafleur shall do the trick. I will much altered now. And may I ask if you remove the ladder, and destroy evidence; mean to compare my son, my son Dick, with and next day there will be the devil's own those—those-brazen hussies?" row! Ho! ho! ho!”

“Well-well-of course not. I say no Dick shook his sides with silent laughter as The instrument, sir, will be ready in he thought of his father's rage and despair a day or two, and you shall sign whenever at having been robbed.

you please.” "What if I rush to the rescue? Suppose “The sooner the better, Battiscombe. I hear a noise, run downstairs with nothing Let us be ready on the fourteenth: that is on, but a pistol in my hand, fire at Lafleur Dick's birthday. He will be three and just as he gets out of window, and rush to my thirty. Three and thirty! What a beautiful father's assistance! What a funk Lafleur age! Ah! Battiscombe, what a man I was at would be in.”

three and thirty!" But he abandoned the idea as, though ex- He was, indeed, a man who denied himtremely brilliant, too dangerous. His “pal” self all but the barest necessaries of life, and had a habit of carrying a revolver.

was already beginning to break his young Impossible to tell from his behaviour that wife's heart by neglect and meanness. anything was in the wind. Careless and This was on the fifth of the month. There jovial by nature, he played his part without yet wanted nine days to the completion of any acting. He had little anxiety about Mr. Mortiboy's design. He spent the inthe robbery, because things were planned so terval in constant talk with Dick, who could well. As for misgivings, they had vanished. not understand what it all meant. In place of them, he daily had before his eyes “Let us walk in the garden, my son,” said the picture of his father tearing his hair at his father. "I want to talk to you.” the discovery; his own activity in the work The days were warm and sunny, and the of detection; and the imaginary searching garden had a south aspect. The old man, of the house, including his own room, " by with his arms behind him, stooping and particular desire."

bent, with his eyes on the ground, paced to After all his experience of life, Dick was and fro on the gravel; while Dick, with his still only a boy, with the absence of moral hands in his pockets and a pipe in his principle which belongs to that time of life, mouth, lounged beside him. A strange conall a boy's mischief, and all his fun. One of trast, not of age only, but of disposition. the best fellows in the world if he had his As the mother, so the son. Dick's light own way-one of the worst if anything came and careless nature, and his love for spendin his way. He was big, handsome, black | ing rather than saving, came from poor bearded. He had a soft and mellow voice. | Emily Melliship.

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"I want to tell you, my boy,” said the he said, solemnly. “A most important old man—"because I know you are careful business is to be transacted, in which you and saving, and have just ideas of Property - are concerned.

are concerned. Mr. Ghrimes is coming.” how my great estate has been built up: how “Very odd coincidence," thought Dick. I have got Money."

“There's an important business coming off He told him. A long story—it took to night at ten, in which you are concerned.” many days to tell—a story of hardness, of However, he only nodded, and said he mean artifice, of grinding the poor man's would remember. face, and taking advantage of the credulous He spent his morning in completing the man's weakness: a story which made Dick arrangements for the evening, so far as anylook down upon his father, as he shuffled thing remained to be done. Then he went beside him, with contempt and disgust. to the bank, as was his custom, and talked

“We're a charming family,” he said to with the people who called on business. Lafleur one day—"a delightful family, my They all knew him by this time; and, when partner. I think, on the whole, that Roar- they had fought out their business with ing Dick is the best of the whole crew. Ghrimes, liked to have ten minutes' talk with Damn it all, Lafleur, I'd rather hang about the great traveller, who dispensed his stories gambling booths in Mexico; I'd rather loaf with so liberal a tongue. round a camp in California, and lay by for At three o'clock, Mr. Ghrimes-punctual horses to steal; I'd rather live cheating those and methodical—arrived from the bank, and who would cheat you, and shooting those Mr. Battiscombe, with a blue bag, from his who would else shoot you, than live as my office. Mr. Mortiboy heard them, and led respected father and grandfather have lived. his son by the arm to the state-room—the Why, man, there isn't an old woman in parlour, which had not been used since the Market Basing who does not prophesy a bad day of the funeral. Once more, as for an end to money got in their way, and wonder occasion of ceremony, wine and biscuits why the bad end does not come.”

were set out. "All very well,” said Lafleur. “But I Mr. Mortiboy shook hands with all three, should like to have half a million of money." and stood on the hearth-rug, as he had stood

“Criminals!" growled Dick, pulling his when last they met together in that place. beard. “They'd call me a criminal, I sup- But this time his hand was on his son's pose, if they knew everything. Why don't shoulder, and his eyes turned from time to they make laws for other kinds of criminals?” time upon him with a senile fondness.

My friend," his partner softly sighed, "I am anxious," said Ghrimes, with a “ do not, I implore you, begin your remem- red face, “that you ”—here he looked at brances. Life is short, and ought not to be Dick—“should know that I have done my troubled with a memory at all."

best to dissuade Mr. Mortiboy from this "Perhaps it's as well as it is. By gad, step. I think it foolish and wrong. And I

. we should all be in Chokee; and the virtuous have told him so.” ones, if there are any, would have an infer- “You have, George Ghrimes—you have,” nally disagreeable time of it, trying and sen- said the old man. tencing. I should plead Insufficiency of in- “There is yet time, Mr. Mortiboy," urged come, and an Enormous appetite. What his manager. should you say?"

“Nonsense, nonsense."

Mr. Mortiboy made a sign to the lawyer, On the morning of the fourteenth of May, who produced a paper from his bag, and Dick received a note from Lafleur, inform- handed it to him. ing him of his intention to execute their "George Ghrimes,” he began, “when my little design that evening. He twisted up son Dick was supposed to be dead, John the note and put it in the fire, with a chuckle and Lydia Heathcote were my apparent of considerable enjoyment, thinking of his heirs. Between them and their daughters father's misery when he should find it out. --for, of course, I should not have fooled Mr. Mortiboy was particularly lively that it away in memorial windows, and hospitals, morning. He chattered incessantly, running and peacockery-would have been divided from one subject to another in a nervous, all my Property. I can understand their

disappointment. But they must also feel for Be in the house at three to-day, Dick,” | the joy of a father when he receives back a

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long-lost son—a son like Dick, rich, pros- gratulations of the lawyer with a feeling that perous, careful, and with a proper sense of he was in a dream. Money. Myson Dick has been home for three

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Mr. Mortiboy, lest months. During that time I have watched alone with his son, felt awkward and ill at him, because I do not trust any man hastily. His effusion spent, and the deed My son Dick has proved all that I could done, he felt a kind of shame—as undewish, and more. He has saved me hun- monstrative people always do after they dreds."

have bared their hearts. He felt cold, too “Hesaved the bank,"interrupted Ghrimes. -stripped, as it were.

“ He did. He has saved me thousands. "It will make no difference, Dick," he He has no vices-none whatever. No care said in a hesitating way. less ways, no prodigality, no desire to destroy Dick only nodded. what I have been building up. What he is “We shall be exactly the same as before, now to me I cannot tell you, my friends-I Dick.” cannot tell you.”

He nodded again. He stopped to hide his emotion. The “I shall go out, father, and recover mypoor old man was more moved than he self a bit. I feel knocked over by this busihad ever been before, even when his wife ness." died. Dick stared at his father in sheer “Don't lose the papers, Dick-give them amazement. What on earth was coming to me to keep." next?

But Dick had stuffed them in his pockets, “And there is another thing. I am getting and was gone. old. My nerve is not what it was. If it were not for my son Dick, and-and-yes, I must

PRETERITA. say that-for Ghrimes, I should be robbed right and left by designing sharks, I should THERose Springs moms of our unsullied youth,

was a glory in those , lose all chances of getting money. My When life was but a simple joy to wait

In Property is too great a burden to me. I

The fragrant coming of the fresh green spring; can not bear to see it suffer from my fault. To loiter idly, in the heats of June, I am going to put it into abler hands than By sleepy brooks, and dream the wayward dreams mine. My son Dick shall manage it-it That poets oft have loved in Junes before;

Or in the changing moods of autumn-fall shall be called his. Dick, my son ”- here he

With them to change; and with the red sere leaves fairly burst into tears—“ take all take all A-rustling at our feet, to weave a tale, -I freely give it you. Be witness, both of The old, old tale of death and death's decay. you, that I do this thing in a sound state of

Yet all was then a joy, and drew our hearts

For thrilling thoughts, or yet more holy calm, mind and body, not moved by any desire to

To nearer loving of the silent God. evade the law and save money on that Awful But this was all a halcyon dream of youthprobate duty; but solely out of the un- O youth most sweet, most God-like of the days, bounded confidence I have in my son

To those who own the tender power of thought. Dick.” He paused again.

“And now, my

The happy days have gone; the cloud has come

Of that experience men call the world; friends, the work of my life is finished. And life is but a wild and feverish race hope I shall be spared for some few years to Of aims that slumber through a troubled night,

All anxious for the morrow, till our hearts see the prosperity of my boy, to mark the growth of the Property, to congratulate him Through all the gray years of our weathered lives,

Grow weary of the strife, and yearn again, when he gets Money."

To the still evening of a peace that brings

The golden memory of the morns long gone. Yes-all was Dick's! Old Ready-money had signed a Deed of Gift, passing away all THE HINDOO STORY-TELLER. his vast wealth to his son with a few strokes of his pen. The lawyer explained, while THERE

"HERE are few people fonder of fables Dick was stupefied by astonishment, that and stories than the natives of Hinhe was the sole owner and holder of all doostan. When the shades of evening have the Mortiboy property. As he explained, fallen, groups of natives may frequently be Mr. Mortiboy sat back in his easy chair, seen sitting on the ground round a man who drumming with his fingers on the arm, with is a professed story-teller. The “hubblea smile of intense satisfaction. Dick heldbubble is passed from mouth to mouth, the paper in his hand, and received the con- and with the most intense interest they listen

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to the fables and traditions of which he has tender manner. The distracted father sat an almost endless variety. Many of these down on his haunches, and began to think are taken from the “ Arabian Nights,” but how best he could get out of the scrape he a great number are either local traditions or had got into. Most jackals similarly situated else fables that have been handed down would have heaped reproaches and “ I told from father to son. There is considerable you so's” on their wives; but this did nowit and humour in them; and the clever thing of the kind: he was a model husband. trickery and cheating displayed by many of After having scratched his head well with the characters appeal to the hearts of a his hind leg, to clear his brain, a brilliant people who regard deceit and deception as idea struck him, which he immediately comvirtues. I have, therefore, selected some municated to his faithful wife in the followwhich must prove interesting, as illustrating ing words: to some extent the manners and morals of “As soon, dear wife, as you shall hear the the Hindoo population, and are novel, as footsteps of the tiger drawing near, seize they have never, I believe, been translated both of our dear children by their ears, and before into the English tongue.

bite them hard, so that they cry out. It may

be painful to your feelings, but it is for their HOW THE JACKAL OUTWITTED THE TIGER.

and your good. Immediately I hear their Once on a time, a she-jackal said to her screams, I will call out to you, 'What are husband

the little darlings crying for?' You will an“My husband, it is very necessary that swer, 'Because they did not like the tiger some place of habitation should be provided they had for dinner yesterday; he was old to shelter me and our expected progeny and tough; and they beg you to get them from the heat and the rain; remaining under another.' When the tiger hears this, he will a tree, or in the open jungle, would not be be afraid, and will run away.” at all beneficial to the health."

Mrs. Jackal consented to this. Soon a The husband at first somewhat “pooh- low growl and the pattering of footsteps fell poohed” this idea; but being slightly hen- on her ear: the tiger was approaching. pecked he gave in, and went off in search The plan was successful in every way. As of a house. At last he returned, and told soon as the tiger heard the explanation of his wife that he had discovered a large and the children's cries, he said to himselfroomy abode, but that he regretted to say that “What kind of creatures can these be who there was one drawback, and that was that it live here? They must be enormous. Their was occasionally inhabited by a tiger. Mrs. very children live on tigers' flesh! I shall Jackal, however, being in a very great hurry, get out of this instanter, or they will kill me

a and anxious to make everything comfortable, for food." ” thought little or nothing of this, and imme- So he put his tail between his legs, and diately started off to the place pointed out vanished. As he was running along, a by her husband. She found it a very large monkey, who was sitting in a banyan tree, cavern, the floor of which was strewn with called out to him, the bones of the tiger's victims. She cer- “What are you running away for? You tainly did not feel so comfortable as she look awfully scared.” might have done at the sight of these re- The tiger repliedmains; but she soon regained her equa

“What business is that of yours? Shut nimity, and in a short time she brought into up?" the world two fine little jackals.

But, on second thoughts, he told the One day the husband came running in, monkey all he had heard, and with what with his tail between his legs, and said- enormous animals he supposed the cavern

“Oh, my wife, I have just seen the tiger to be inhabited. The monkey replied — who lives here. He is returning from a "Why, what a coward you are; there are hunting expedition, in which he has evi- only two jackals and their young there. dently been unsuccessful, as he is very lean, Come with me, and I will show you that and has a hungry, ugly look about him that what I say is true.” bodes no good to us if he should see us.” So the monkey and the tiger went to

On hearing this, the poor lady got very wards the cave. The jackal on seeing the nervous; and summoning her infants to her tiger was grievously disappointed, as he had side, commenced licking them in a very

made sure he had frightened him away completely, and now he had to do his work Of course she had to communicate the state all over again; besides, he was enraged at of her affections to her father, who was the monkey for being so mean as to tell placed in an awkward position, as it was about him. With great presence of mind, he impossible she could lead four bridegrooms called out to the monkey

at once to the hymeneal altar. He therefore "I am so much obliged to you, dear Mr. | had to consult his vizier, who, bowing to Monkey, for bringing that fine tiger to me. the ground, saidHow did you manage it? What an artful “Oh, protector of the world, your humble dodger you must be.

slave would advise you to select the wisest.” Upon hearing this, the tiger imagined "True, oh, vizier," said the king; "but that the monkey had in this way been luring how shall we find out who the wisest is?" him on to destruction; so with one blow of The vizier repliedhis mighty paw he slew the monkey on the “Oh, king, summon the four men before spot, and bounded into the jungle. Thus you, give them some money, and send them the jackal got rid of the tiger, revenged him-away into different countries. Let each purself on the monkey, and was enabled to re- chase some article, according to his choice, turn to the bosom of his family, where he with the money you have given him, and would remain ever afterwards in peace and let him return and show us what he has happiness.

bought. We shall then be able to judge who

has laid out his money to the greatest adTHE DIFFICULTIES OF CHOOSING A HUSBAND.

vantage, and to him we will give the princess Many years ago, four men met together. in marriage.” One was the son of a prince, another was The king thought this a good plan. So the son of a vizier, the third was the son of he sent for the men, gave to each a thoua magistrate, and the fourth was the son of sand rupees, and dismissed them—telling a sepoy. For a long time they had been them to return with their purchases. bo und together by strong ties of friendship. The son of the vizier went to Persia; the They were in the habit of eating, drinking, son of the prince went to the Deccan; the and conversing together in a house outside son of the magistrate to Ceylon; and the the walls of their native town. On this par- son of the sepoy to Mysore. At a certain ticular occasion, they determined to go into town in Persia, the son of the vizier went four different countries in search of four beau- into the bazaar, and saw a man with a lotah, tiful women as wives for them. At this time, or brass pot. On asking him the price, there dwelt in the north of Hindoostan a the answer he got was a thousand rupees. king who had a very lovely daughter, of a mar- “Why," said the young man, “I could riageable age. Many suitors had sought her get one like it in a shop for ten rupees. Why hand, but she had invariably declined them. is it so dear?" Her father, who doted on her, told her that “On account of its miraculous powers," her husband should be one of her own said the dealer. “Should you ever be very choice—he would not force her to marry hungry, you have only to kindle fire under any one. A plan was therefore concocted by it, and in a few minutes you will have a which she might more easily select a hus- dinner ready to satisfy your cravings.” band. Outside the city gates a palace was

The son of the vizier, on hearing this, built, and in front of the palace a large drum gave the man the thousand rupees, and took was placed. Whoever, then, offered himself the lotah away with him. as a suitor beat the drum by way of an- The son of the prince arrived at Hydernouncement, and was then conducted in abad, in the Deccan, and went through side; and the princess could determine the bazaars with his eyes open, so that he whether she liked him or not. Days and might lay out his money in the wisest way. weeks passed on: some days as many as two He soon met a man with an ancient book hundred passed in review before her, so under his arm, who offered to sell it. On numerous were the applicants for her hand. | asking its, price, the son of the prince found At last, one day, our four friends, in the that it was valued at a thousand rupees. course of their travels, arrived at the palace. “Why on earth,” said he, "can you have They beat the drum, and were accordingly the face to ask such a sum for a book that ushered into the presence of the princess, is worth about eight rupees?" who immediately fell in love with all four. “Because it is the 'Book of Fate,'” replied

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