Curse the world--curse the rich--curse the handsome--curse--curse all!" "You have been a very foolish man," said the banker; "and seem to me to have had very good cards, if you had known how to play them.

However, that is your lookout.

It is not yet too late to repent; age is creeping on you .-- Man, there is another world." The banker said the last words with a tone of solemn and even dignified adjuration.
"You think so--do you ?" said Darvil, staring at him.
"From my soul I do." "Then you are not the sensible man I took you for," replied Darvil, drily; "and I should like to talk to you on that subject." But our Dives, however sincere a believer, was by no means one "At whose control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul." He had words of comfort for the pious, but he had none for the sceptic--he could soothe, but he could not convert.

It was not in his way; besides, he saw no credit in making a convert of Luke Darvil.
Accordingly, he again rose with some quickness, and said: "No, sir; that is useless, I fear, and I have no time to spare; and so once more good night to you." "But you have not arranged where my allowance is to be sent." "Ah! true; I will guarantee it.

You will find my name sufficient security." "At least, it is the best I can get," returned Darvil, carelessly; "and after all, it is not a bad chance day's work.