"The Jacobis of this life are not so easily shaken off.

Like the horse-leech's daughters, they cry 'Give, give.' I should not be the least surprised if a series of begging letters with the New York postmark reached Cedric at due intervals." "Oh, Mr.Herrick, what shall we do ?" "Do--why, put them in the fire unread.

That will be my advice to Cedric.

I know exactly the sort of letters that fellow will write.

The first one will be jocular and friendly, and the business part will be in the postscript; the second will be pathetic and somewhat reproachful, and the demands more urgent; finally, if money is not forthcoming, he will bluster and threaten and make himself exceedingly unpleasant.