We'll at them to-morrow, Mr.Armsworth." "We will, my boy! never so many fish in the river as this year, or in season so early." The good Doctor returned; but with no news which could throw light on the history of the now mysterious Mr.John Briggs.

He had locked himself into the room with his father's corpse, evidently in great excitement and grief; spent several hours in walking up and down there alone; and had then gone to an attorney in the town, and settled everything about the funeral "in the handsomest way," said the man of law; "and was quite the gentleman in his manner, but not much of a man of business; never had even thought of looking for his father's will; and was quite surprised when I told him that there ought to be a fair sum--eight hundred or a thousand, perhaps, to come in to him, if the stock and business were properly disposed of.

So he went off to London by the evening mail, and told me to address him to the post-office in some street off the Strand.

Queer business, sir, isn't it ?" John Briggs did not reappear till a few minutes before his father's funeral, witnessed the ceremony evidently with great sorrow, bowed off silently all who attempted to speak to him, and returned to London by the next coach--leaving matter for much babble among all Whitbury gossips.

One thing at least was plain, that he wished to be forgotten in his native town; and forgotten he was, in due course of time.
Tom Thurnall stayed his month at home, and then went to America; whence he wrote home, in about six months, a letter, of which only one paragraph need interest us, "Tell Mark I have no need for his dollars.