A Hazard of New Fortunes, Part Second

e folks? How you wuz?" He shook hands gayly all round, and took a chair next the old lady, whose hand he kept in his own, and left Conrad to introduce Beaton. But he would not let the shadow of Beato

at for a little starter? We dropped in at your place a moment, Mrs. March, and gave the young folks a few pointers about their studies. My goodness! it does me good to see a boy like that of yours; business, from the word go; and your girl just scoops my youthful affections. She's a beauty, and I guess she's good, too. Well, well, what a world it is! Miss Christine, won't you show Mr. Beaton tha

the company with the ring on it. Then he left her to hear the painter's words about it, which he continued to deliver

ress, "and how are you getting along? Mrs. Mandel hold you up to the proprieties pretty st

all together in their friendliness for himself, and before the evening was over he had inspired Mrs. Mandel to have them served with

he stood a moment with her sister on the scene of her triumph, wh

she glanced down at her ring, her

d worn it to the finger on which he said she ought to wear it. She did n

e-poosie! Not that old stu

ted Christine, with

with the Marches; but the painter said he was go

aton to the Marches as they climbed the station stairs together. "That fellow puzzles me. I don't know anybody that I hav

as the kicki

it with you,

t to flatt

? Hold on! I've

erican hospitality, for the ride down-town. "Three!" he said to the ticket-seller; and, when he had walked

s want to flatter conce

answered, w

s you do. You think

ghtly, Mr.

kerson, with a sigh, so unaccountable i

usted'?" Mar

rson. "But I had a notion maybe Bea

he time as Mr. Beaton is most of the time. He must have momen

. I guess that's what ma

s on my hands that n

tragical,"

an, with change of subject in h

"I'll tell you about her when we get in the

t station, where the train, just starting, throbbed

here," said March; and his wife sighed, "Yes, yes." She clung to him, and remaine

her," Fulkerson resumed when they were seat

?" cried

" exclaimed

r there; and she had seen better days, when she was a girl, and worse ones afterward. I don't mean to say her husband was a bad fellow; I guess he was pretty good; he was her music-teacher; she met him in Germany, and they got married there, and got through her property before they came over here. Well, she didn't strike me like a person that could make much headway in literature. Her story was well enough, but it hadn't much sand in it

?" she answered, w

when I first saw them. My! oh my! there was the native earth for you. Mely is a pre

r right senses a good deal of the time. Well, to cut a long story short, I got Mrs. Mandel to take 'em in hand-the old lady as well as the girls. She was a born lady, and always lived like one till she saw Mandel;

see," said

le concern, socially and economically, takes all the care of housekeeping off the old lady's hands, and goes round with the girls. By

his wife, looking at him

I leave you in the enjoyment of my life-insurance. I suppose Fulkers

getting on, I do wonde

ker

uess they'll pull through. They didn't want to take any day board

s. March. "I hope they'l

once tasted New York-You wouldn

tant

ed out a tolera