What Will He Do With It, Book 1.

rary purposes what the other man or nation does not desire to part with, are apt to ignore the

s between their position and the door, deadening the sound of their voices,-"am I to understand that, after my taking you and that child

experimental trial. We were free on both sides for three months,-you to dismiss us a

take it, a strike for wages, I will meet you. Juliet Araminta does play better than I could have supposed; and I'll conclude an engagement on good terms, as we were to have done if the experiment answered, for three years." Waife shook his head. "You are very good, Mr. Rugge, but it is not a strike. My little girl does not like the life at any price; and, since she supports me, I am bound to please her. Besides," sa

am a Briton, and I have the spirit of one

ty of making enemies. I have a

"I dare say you have! A bad conscience, sir. How would

pent in your service, Mr. Rugge. If their record had been blabbed ou

on't speak of the years in which that scorpion has been enjoying a salary and smoking canaster at my expense. I refer to

rcely).-"W

e no stone unturned to prove what I suspect: look to it, slight man! Come, I don't wish to quarrel; make it up, and" (drawing out his pocket-book) "if you want cash down, and will have an enga

e growled out, "And hang me; s

ect him from the oppressor of six feet high. Rugge's arm was raised, not indeed to strike, but rather to declaim. Sophy slid between him and her grandfather, and, clinging round the latter, flung out her own arm, the forefinger raised menacin

ge. My heart swells with pride. She is my property, morally speaking; make her so legally;

aid the

sullenly; "let her

to return to Mr. Rugge,-and wi

Grandy! I'd ra

d our services up to last night; you have paid us up

r, I had,-and if it had not been for convulsions, caused by teething, I should be a father still. Supply to me the place of that beloved babe. You shall have such fine dresses; all new,-choose 'em yourself,-minced veal and raspberry tarts for dinner every Sunday. In three years, under my car

push her away. "There's something in what

tell you, Mr. Rugge, you are a bad man, and I hate you, and all about you;

Waife, beware 't is done. I'm your enemy. As for you, too dear but abandoned infant, stay

cowered before the cripple he had so long taunted and humbled. The words stood arrested on his tongue. "Leave the room instantly!" thundered the actor, in a voice no longer broken. "Blacken my n

power. Juliet Araminta shall yet be mine." With these awful words the Rem

anager, the colour faded from the old man's face. Exhausted by the excitement he had g