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his security good, but it turned out
otherwise. The man vas honest, |
believe, and would have paid me if
be could, but there was never chance
of that; put him in the Fleet seven,
teen years ago this winter


'And he has never been at large in
all this timer cried the youth, amazed
and horror stricken.


Never! He had no friends 10 do
anything for him. He lived on the
poor side Of the prison, as it is called,
and must have been more than half
starved, during the whole time he has
been there; but, please God, he shall
be rich man yet


sHere we are,' shouted the driver.
shall | ring the bell SIR


They got out and when the gate
was opened, the usurer desired to be
shown into the waiting room, and that
Henry Abbot might be brought to
speak with him.


Henry Abbot! exclaimed the man
addressed; you're too late 10 speak
with him. He died yesterday


With much difficulty they got the
old man into the cab, and while the
youth supported his senseless burden,
the driver whipped his horses the
whole way back TO the inn that they
had first Quilted.


The usnrer died about a year af.
terwards, but he lived long enough to
accomplish a great deal of good he
intended. And increased the funds
of the principal charitable institutions
of the metropolis at his death. The
youth, but we will be silent about
him. Our tale is told.