With kind regards, believe me, yours sincerely, "CHRISTINA NUGENT." "Very good," said I."I reckon the scramble will keep.

And now for the colonel." The colonel's letter ran thus: "DEAR MARTIN: I inclose check for five hundred dollars.

My man will call for the cash to-morrow morning.
I give you notice because I want it all in silver for wages.

[Rather a poverty of invention among us, I thought.] Carr and I are here together, both seedy.

Poor Carr is on his back and likely to remain there for a day or two--bad attack of champagne.