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"A man wants ter see ye," she announced, shortly, her hand on the knob

"Oh, I'o back and tell hih ter see thet wid half an eye But this un

isn't thet koind of a hty perlite about it Oi jist

cud n't sind the loikes of him away It's 'Missus Guffy, h to convey me corant me a few minutes of his toime

on an important matter?' Sure, an' what do ye think of thet?"

"Huh! one of those felloho had these rooms?" and Hampton rose to

his feet with animation

The landlady lowered her voice to an almost inaudible whisper

"It's the Reverend Howard Wynkoop," she announced, i upon the name "The Reverend Howard Wynkoop, the Prasbytarian

Missionary--wouldn't thet cork ye?"

It evidently did, for Mr Hampton stared at her for fully a minute in

an amazement too profound for fit expression in words Then he

sed soentleman up," he said, shortly, and sat down to wait

The Rev Howard Wynkoop was neither giant nor dwarf, but the very

fortunate possessor of a countenance which at once awakened confidence

in his character He entered the roo this