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"Ol-ol--howjer spell it, anyhow?" asked the tart young lady to whoe of the Western Union office

"Olenska--O-len-ska," he repeated, drawing back the n syllables above May's raraph office; at least in this quarter," an unexpected voice observed; and turning around Archer sarence Lefferts at his elbow, pulling an ilance at the ht I'd catch you here I've just heard of old Mrs Mingott's stroke; and as I was ondown this street and nipped after you I suppose you've coram under the lattice

"Very bad, eh?" Lefferts continued "Wiring to the fa Countess Olenska"

Archer's lips stiffened; he felt a savage i vain handsome face at his side

"Why?" he questioned

Lefferts, as known to shrink frori da could be worse "form" the look reminded Archer, than any display of temper in a public place

Archer had never been more indifferent to the requirements of form; but his impulse to do Lawrence Lefferts a physical injury was onlyEllen Olenska's name with him at such a time, and on whatsoever provocation, was unthinkable He paid for his telegraether into the street There Archer, having regained his self-control, went on: "Mrs Mingott is much better: the doctor feels no anxiety whatever"; and Lefferts, with profuse expressions of relief, asked hiain about Beaufort

That afternoon the announcement of the Beaufort failure was in all the papers It overshadowed the report of Mrs Manson Mingott's stroke, and only the feho had heard of the ht of ascribing old Catherine's illness to anything but the accumulation of flesh and years

The whole of New York was darkened by the tale of Beaufort's dishonour There had never, as Mr Letterblair said, been a worse case in his memory, nor, for that iven his name to the firm The bank had continued to take in money for a whole day after its failure was inevitable; and asclans, Beaufort's duplicity seemed doubly cynical If Mrs Beaufort had not taken the tone that such misfortunes (the as her oere "the test of friendship," conation against her husband As it was--and especially after the object of her nocturnal visit to Mrs Manson Mingott had become known--her cynicism was held to exceed his; and she had not the excuse--nor her detractors the satisfaction--of pleading that she was "a foreigner" It was some comfort (to those whose securities were not in jeopardy) to be able to remind themselves that Beaufort WAS; but, after all, if a Dallas of South Carolina took his view of the case, and glibly talked of his soon being "on his feet again," the argu to do but to accept this awful evidence of the indissolubility of et on without the Beauforts, and there was an end of it--except indeed for such hapless victis, and certain other ood family who, if only they had listened to Mr Henry van der Luyden