By the way, Ferris," said the Chicago man, suddenly recollecting something, "I have got Sommers over here with me." "Ah!" said Ferris; "doing him any good ?" "Well, precious little, as far as I can see." "Perhaps it would interest Mr.Brenton to meet him," said Ferris.

"I think, Brenton, you asked me a while ago if there was any hell here, or any punishment.

Mr.Speed can show you a man in hell." "Really ?" asked Brenton.
"Yes," said Speed; "I think if ever a man was in misery, he is.

The trouble with Sommers was this.

He--well, he died of delirium tremens, and so, of course, you know what the matter was.