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Had Car over his pipe he would have seen the old man pass three slips of paper across the table; he would have seen the carter, the butcher, and the baker pocket these slips stolidly; he would have seen the mountaineer wave his hand sharply and the trio rise and disperse And perhaps it would have been well for hiular manifestations of conspiracy, since shortly he was to beco late; so Car the sunken e no part of his dream

Intermediately the mountaineer paid his score and started for the stairs which led to the bedroo a pail filled with hot cabbage soup It was the ancient clock-mender across the way The mountaineer was startled out of his habitual reserve, but he recovered his colasses hanging crookedly on his nose, his whole aspect that of a weary, broken man, took down his pail and shuffled noiselessly out The mountaineer followed him cautiously Once in his shop the clock- soup into a bowl, broke bread in it, and began his evening ainst the dim pane, stared and stared

"Gott in Himmel! It is he!" he breathed, then stepped back into the shadohile the moisture from his breath slowly faded and disappeared from the -pane