CHAPTER v.
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THE WHITE COTTAGE AGAIN.


aHave you heard the news Grandson" )"
said old Jason Tyler, as the former came
up to his bar and demanded whisky
punch, on the morning after the events
transpired which have been narrated in the
last chapter.


"What news, old Pluto--you know
have just got up-I drank too deep last
night-hurry with that punch, or | shall
shake to pieces-God how ! tremble-
my nerves have turned to aspen, believe.
Well, now tell me the news-ah that's
the stuff-Pll pit you against the devil him
self for making punches, old fellow. Won
der what's become of Benson; he did not
come last night, though sent for him, nor
did he answer my note9"


"rll tell you what--he has forsaken
you-signed the pledge, and become Son
of Temperance" said the landlord.


"Take horn, old chap--you cannot
CANNON me with that nonsense--the poor
fellow is sick, dare say"


81 tell you it is fact" roared the grog-
mixer, ! saw him myself coming out of
the room in which they meet for the pur-
pose of initiation, in company with that
stranger who has been prowling about the
town for some days--damn him, say"


(To be continued)