CHAPTER VIII.
As Lothaw left Mr.Amethyst's, he ran against General Camperdown.

"How is Mary Ann ?" he asked hurriedly.
"I regret to state that she is dying," said the general, with a grave voice, as he removed his cigar from his lips, and lifted his hat to Lothaw.
"Dying!" said Lothaw, incredulously.
"Alas, too true!" replied the General.

"The engagements of a long lecturing season, exposure in travelling by railway during the winter, and the imperfect nourishment afforded by the refreshments along the road, have told on her delicate frame.

But she wants to see you before she dies.

Here is the key of my lodging.