How John Lenox tried to kill time during the following two months, and how time retaliated during the process, it is needless to set forth.

It may not, however, be wholly irrelevant to note that his cough had gradually disappeared, and that his appetite had become good enough to carry him through the average table d'hote dinner.

On the morning after his arrival at Naples he found a cable dispatch at the office of Cook & Son, as follows: "Sixty cash, forty stock.

Stock good.

Harum." "God bless the dear old boy!" said John fervently.