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Ah, yes, it was Tom Meredith, the same lad, in spite of his otten

"It's the old horse-thief!" John o pluulps

When he ell enough, they had long talks; and at other times Harkless

lay by the , and breathed deep of the fresh air, while Meredith

attended to his correspondence for him, and read the papers to him But

there was one phenomenon of literature the convalescent insisted upon

observing for hiain, to the

detrile unswathed eye, and this was the Carlow "Herald"

The first letter he had read to hi that the

crippled forces left in charge had found theht in

their efforts to carry on the paper (as their chief ht conclude for

hiht of his absence),

and they had

relative of the writer's from a distant city--a capable journalist, who

had no other employment for the present, and who had accepted the

responsibilities of the "Herald" te that Mr Fisbee's relative was a bird, and was the kind

to make the "Herald" hu the new hand on the sheet; the paper must have suspended

otherwise Harkless, almost overcome by his surprise that Fisbee possessed