I have proposed to Bartley to follow a wonderful seam of coal under Colonel Clifford's park.

We have no business there.

So if the belligerents will hear reason I will make Bartley pay a royalty on every ton that comes to the surface from any part of the mine; and that will be L1200 a year to the Cliffords.

Take this to the lawyer and tell him to unfix that hero's bayonet, or he will charge at the double and be the death of his own money--and yours." Walter threw up his hands with amazement and admiration.

"What a head!" said he.
"Fiddledee!" said Mary; "what a heart!" "In a word, a phoenix," said Hope, dryly.