These were a silk pocket handkerchief, a gutta percha finger-ring, a comb, a pencil, and a leather pocket-book, making in all quite a nice little "find." I hied over to the guard, and succeeded in trading the personal estate which I had inherited from the intestate deceased, for a handful of peaches, a handful of hardly ripe figs, and a long plug of tobacco.

I hastened back to Watts, expecting that the figs and peaches would do him a world of good.

At first I did not show him the tobacco, as I was strongly opposed to his using it, thinking that it was making him much worse.

But he looked at the tempting peaches and figs with lack-luster eyes; he was too far gone to care for them.

He pushed them back to me, saying faintly: "No, you take 'em, Mc; I don't want 'em; I can't eat 'em!" I then produced the tobacco, and his face lighted up.