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Siward, at his desk, over which the May sunshine strea over the piles of papers left there by Beverly Plank some days before with a curt recommendation that he master their contents

Soraved certificates of stock, a feere in Plank's heavy, squat handwriting There were several packages tied in pink tape, evidently legal papers of so newspaper clippings to which Siward referred occasionally, or read theued face between two bony hands

The curious persistence of youth in his features seemed unaccountable in view of the heavy marks imprinted there; but they were , marred contours of the cheek-bone; a hardness about the hollow teht hair clustered with all its soft, youthful allure undimmed; and in every movement, every turn of his head, there still remained much of that indefinable attractiveness which had always characterised his race--

In men of Mortimer's fibre, dissipation produced coarser sy flesh--where in Siward it see the colour of blood out of hi the pallor ofthe hollows Only the eyes had begun to change radically; so in them had been quenched

That he could never hope to become immune he had learned at last when he had returned, physically wholeso under the famous Irish specialist on the Hudson He had expected to be ie of Mulqueen when he turned hiain: "Ye'll be afther notin'," said Mr Mulqueen, "that a poonch in the plexis putts a man out; but it don't kill him That's you! Whin a man mixes it up wid the booze, l'ave him come here an' I'll tache him a thrick But it's not murther I tache; it's the hook on the jaw that shtops, an' the poonch in the plexis that putts the booze-divil on the bum! L'ave him take the count; he'll niver rise to the chune o' the bell av ye l'ave him lie But he ain't dead, Misther Sayward; mark that, me son! An' don't ye be afther sayin', 'Th' iniood! Pore lad! Sure, I'll shake hands over a dhrink wid him, for he can do me no hurrt anny more!' No, sorr! L'ave him lie, an' l'ave the years av ver life count him out; fur the day you die, he dies, an' not wan shake o' the ht yer lasht round, if ye ain't a fool!"