With flashing eye and grateful heart, and with hand uplifted in pledge and prophecy, she said: "Now and here I proclaim--" But she was interrupted by a visitor.

It was the editor and proprietor of the SAGAMORE.

He had happened into Lakeside to pay a duty-call upon an obscure grandmother of his who was nearing the end of her pilgrimage, and with the idea of combining business with grief he had looked up the Fosters, who had been so absorbed in other things for the past four years that they neglected to pay up their subscription.

Six dollars due.
No visitor could have been more welcome.

He would know all about Uncle Tilbury and what his chances might be getting to be, cemeterywards.