You have been running away from a pretty girl.

Now that is a mistake at all times; but, when she is as beautiful as an angel, and rich enough to slip a flyer into Dick Hexham's hands, and lay him on your track, what _is_ the use?
Letter for _you,_ my man." Seaton took the letter, with a puzzled air.

It was written in a clear but feminine hand, and slightly scented.
The writer, in a few polished lines, excused herself for taking extraordinary means to find Mr.Seaton; but hoped he would consider that he had laid her under a deep obligation, and that gratitude will sometimes be importunate.

She had the pleasure to inform him that the office of shipping clerk at Messrs.

White & Co.'s was at his service, and she hoped he would take it without an hour's further delay, for that she was assured that many persons had risen to wealth and consideration in the colony from such situations.
Then, as this wary but courteous young lady had no wish to enter into a correspondence with her ex-gardener, she added: "Mr.Seaton need not trouble himself to reply to this note.