IN WHICH BOBBY FINDS "IT IS AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NO ONE ANY GOOD" A gentleman, who was sitting near Bobby when he made the remark which the colored boy had misunderstood, interfered to free him from blame, and probably all unpleasant feelings might have been saved, if Tom's zeal had been properly directed.

As it was, the waiter retired with his bell, vowing vengeance upon his assailant.
"How came you here, Tom ?" asked Bobby, when the excitement had subsided.
"You don't get rid of me so easily," replied Tom, laughing.
Bobby called to mind the old adage that "a bad penny is sure to return;" and, if it had not been a very uncivil remark, he would have said it.
"I didn't expect to see you again at present," he observed, hardly knowing what to say or do.
"I suppose not; but as I didn't mean you should expect me, I kept out of sight.

Only for that darkey you wouldn't have found me out so soon.

I like you, Bob, in spite of all you have done to get rid of me, and I wasn't a going to let the darkey thrash you." "You only made matters worse." "That is all the thanks I get for hitting him for you." "I am sorry you hit him; at the same time I suppose you meant to do me a service, and I thank you, not for the blow you struck the black boy, but for your good intentions." "That sounds better.

I meant well, Bob." "I dare say you did.