y no other word--infamous! If
I hadn't confidence in the future, I should despair of humanity--but I
have confidence in the future. Yes! one of these days (when I am dead
and gone), as ideas enlarge and enlightenment progresses, the abstract
merits of the profession now called swindling will be recognized.
When that day comes, don't drag me out of my grave and give me a public
funeral; don't take advantage of my having no voice to raise in my own
defense, and insult me by a national statue. No! do me justice on my
tombstone; dash me off, in one masterly sentence, on my epitaph. Here
lies Wragge, embalmed in the tardy recognition of his species: he
plowed, sowed, and reaped his fellow-creatures; and enlightened
posterity congratulates him on the uniform excellence of his crops."

He stopped; not from want of confidence, not from want of words--purely
from want of breath. "I put it frankly, with a dash of humor," he said,
pleasantly. "I don't shock you--do I?" Weary and heart-sick as she
was--suspicious of others, doubtful of herself--the extravagant
impudence of Captain Wragge's defense of swindling touched Magdalen's
natural sense of humor, and forced a smile to her lips. "Is the
Yorkshire crop a particularly rich one just at present?" she inquired,
meeting him, in her neatly feminine way, with his own weapons.

"A hit--a palpable hit," said the captain, jocosely exhibiting the
tails of his threadbare shooting jacket, as a practical commentary on
Magdalen's remark. "My dear girl, here or elsewhere, the crop never
fails--but one man can't always gather it in. The assistance of
intelligent co-operation is, I regret to say, denied me. I have nothing
in common with the clumsy rank and file of my profession, who convict
themselves, before recorders and magistrates, of the worst of all
offenses--incurable stupidity in the exercise of their own vocation.
Such as you see me, I stand entirely alone. After years of successful
self-dependence, the penalties of celebrity are beginning to attach to
me. On my way from the North, I pause at this interesting city for the
third time; I consult my Books for the customary references to past
local experience; I find under the heading, 'Personal position in York,'
the initials, T. W. K., signifying Too Well Known. I refer to my Index,
and turn to the surrounding neighborhood. The same brief marks meet my
eye. 'Leeds. T. W. K.--Scarborough. T. W. K.--Harrowgate. T. W. K.'--and
so on. What i