Bolton, therefore, once more found himself engaged in business and a person of some consequence in Third street.

The mine turned out even better than was at first hoped, and would, if judiciously managed, be a fortune to them all.
This also seemed to be the opinion of Mr.Bigler, who heard of it as soon as anybody, and, with the impudence of his class called upon Mr.Bolton for a little aid in a patent car-wheel he had bought an interest in.
That rascal, Small, he said, had swindled him out of all he had.
Mr.Bolton told him he was very sorry, and recommended him to sue Small.
Mr.Small also came with a similar story about Mr.Bigler; and Mr.
Bolton had the grace to give him like advice.

And he added, "If you and Bigler will procure the indictment of each other, you may have the satisfaction of putting each other in the penitentiary for the forgery of my acceptances." Bigler and Small did not quarrel however.

They both attacked Mr.Bolton behind his back as a swindler, and circulated the story that he had made a fortune by failing.
In the pure air of the highlands, amid the golden glories of ripening September, Ruth rapidly came back to health.

How beautiful the world is to an invalid, whose senses are all clarified, who has been so near the world of spirits that she is sensitive to the finest influences, and whose frame responds with a thrill to the subtlest ministrations of soothing nature.