He was pleased to call at my desk very often, before he went home, and indulge in some incidental, unimportant conversation.

On the day referred to, just as the sun was setting, and was throwing his last rays through the murky hall, I looked up, and saw Mr.Adams approaching.

He had almost reached my desk, and had uplifted his hand in friendly salutation, when he pitched headlong, some six or eight feet, and struck his head against the sharp corner of an iron rail that defended one of the entrance aisles leading to the circle within the bar, inflicting a heavy contusion on his forehead, and rendering him insensible.

I instantly leaped from my seat, took the prostrate sufferer in my arms, and found that he was in a state of utter stupor and insensibility.

Looking around for aid, I had the good fortune to find that Col.