I hold a mortgage on the best eighty--the one this way--at three per cent and five after maturity, with a waiver.

I liked to have died here one night last summer.

I was taken just after supper with a violent--" "What a beauty of a girl that is," broke in the fat gentleman, "little Katy Charlton, Plausaby's step-daughter!" And instantly Mr.Albert Charlton thrust his head out of the coach and shouted "Hello, Katy!" to a girl of fifteen, who ran to intercept the coach at the hotel steps.
"Hurrah, Katy!" said the young man, as she kissed him impulsively as soon as he had alighted.
"P'int out your baggage, mister," said Jim, interrupting Katy's raptures with a tone that befitted a Superior Being.
In a few moments the coach, having deposited Charlton and the fat gentleman, was starting away for its destination at Perritaut, eight miles farther on, when Charlton, remembering again his companion on the front seat, lifted his hat and bowed, and Miss Minorkey was kind enough to return the bow.

Albert tried to analyze her bow as he lay awake in bed that night.

Miss Minorkey doubtless slept soundly.