Here is something that reached me to-day, Mr.Gusher," she resumed, rising from her chair and handing him the letter, with a dignity of manner quite uncommon to her: "I am sure you will pardon me, sir, but it contains matter which, as a friend of yours, I have taken the liberty to submit.

I make it a rule to stand by a friend, you know." Gusher took the letter and began reading it with an air of unconcern.
Then breaking out into a hearty laugh, he replied: "Zis grand rascal as write dis let-tar is one par-tick-lar friend of mine--" "I am sure, sir," rejoined Mrs.Chapman, "he is an enemy of yours, and no friend.

That you can explain it all satisfactorily, I have no doubt." "Pardon, madam, pardon; this grand rascal I call him one friend.

Ze 'onar, madam, he is so much dear to me as my life.

Oh yes, you shall zee as my 'onar and mine country is more dear to me zan my life.