No, I feel that I am a slave.

There was a time when I could have broken my chain, but it is too late now, and I say young men take warning by me and don't make slaves and fools of yourselves." "Now, Tom Cary," said John Anderson, "it is time for you to dry up, we have had enough of this foolishness, if you can't govern yourself, the more's the pity for you." Just then the newsboy came along crying: _"Evening Mail.

All about the dreadful murder! John Coots and James Loraine.

Last edition.

Buy a paper, Sir! Here's your last edition, all 'bout the dreadful murder"._ "John Coots," said several voices all at once, "Why he's been here a half dozen times today." "I've drank with him," said one, "at that bar twice since noon.