, but not unconsciously, drew a pocket-book from his pocket and
took out a small package. It contained several notes, amounting to not
less than a hundred thousand dollars signed by himself, and indorsed by
Lawrence Newt & Co.--at least the name was there, and it was a shrewd eye
that could detect the difference between the signature and that which was
every day seen and honored in the street.

Abel looked at them carefully, and leered and glared upon them as if they
had been windows through which he saw something--sunny isles, and luxury,
and a handsome slave who loved him to minister to every whim.

"'Tis a pretty game," he said, half aloud; "a droll turnabout is life.
Uncle Lawrence plays against other people, and wins. I play against Uncle
Lawrence, and win. But what's un-dred--sousand--to--him?"

He said it drowsily, and his hands unconsciously fell. He was asleep in
his chair.

He sat there sleeping until the gray of morning. Kitty Dunham, coming
into the room ready-dressed for a journey, found him there. She was
frightened; for he looked as if he were dead. Going up to him she shook
him, and he awoke heavily.

"What the h----'s the matter?" said he, as he opened his sleepy eyes.

"Why, it's time to go."

"To go where?"

"To be happy," she said, standing passively and looking in his face.

He roused himself, and said:

"Well, I'm all ready. I've only to stop at my room for my trunk."

His hair was tangled, his eyes were bloodshot, his clothes tumbled and
soiled.

"Wouldn't you like to dress yourself?" she asked.

"Why, no; ain't I dressed enough for you? No gentleman dresses when he's
going to travel."

She said no more. The carriage came as Abel had ordered, a private
conveyance to take them quite through to New York. All the time before it
came Kitty Dunham moved solemnly about the room, seeing that nothing was
left. The solemnity fretted Abel.

"What are you so sober about?" he asked impatiently.

"Because I am getting ready for a long journey," she answered,
tranquilly.

"Perhaps not so long," he said, sharply--"not if I choose to leave you
behind."

"But you won't."

"How do you know?"

"Because you will want somebody, and I'm the only person in the world
left to you."

She spoke in the same sober way. Abel knew perfectly well that she spoke
the truth, but he had never thought of it before. Was he then going so
long a journey without a friend, unless she went with him? Was she the