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The present work will be found to possess equal interest with the previous religious stories of the author. Amy Harrington, by the author of The Curate of Linwood, another spirited religious novel, directing a battery of red-hot shot against the Tractarian or Puseyite movement in England, is republished by J. C. Riker.
"There's the judgment and costs in the Gauber case," he said, "the interest of Robbins's mortgage, the $3000 paid to settle Riker vs. Buckmaster, and the money Hunt paid my client Frabsley. Deduct these from my balance in bank, and I have left of my own money the munificent sum of $2.17. There's no way out of it I must draw on Thwicket!"
The policeman's lips moved with a faint odd smile as he said this, a smile that Matty and Josie interpreted to mean that Becky was just what the Riker girls had said she was, a little Cove Street hoodlum, while Tim, the prize-fighter, was probably one of the friends of her family that the policeman had probably now under arrest down in that "corner house."
Such a woman was Miss Janette Riker, who proved how strong is the spirit of self-reliance which animates the daughters of the border under circumstances calculated to daunt and depress the stoutest heart. The Riker family, consisting of Mr.
Lotty Riker and her sister, who had been thoroughly frightened, felt immensely relieved at this, and for the moment everything seemed the same as before the outbreak; but it was only seeming. The majority of the company, without taking into consideration the provocation Becky had received, thought to themselves: "What a temper!"
The fate of her father and brothers was never ascertained, though it was conjectured that they had either lost their way or had fallen from a precipice. Miss Riker afterwards married, and, as a pioneer wife, found a sphere of usefulness for which her high qualities of character admirably fitted her.
Becky only shrugged her shoulders disdainfully. "Bet yer she hooked it out o' some shop, and had it in that bag she carried in," whispered Lotty Riker, the parcel-girl. "Hush!" warned one of the company. But it was too late. Becky had heard, and for the first time since she had been in the store, those about her saw hot wrath blazing from her eyes as she burst forth savagely,
Wheelwright had already taken the preliminary steps to procure relief under the insolvent law. He should soon be discharged from jail "by order of the honorable Richard Riker;" and as "the world owed him a living," he was quite confident of doing well enough yet.
But the minute she got to the store she had a customer to wait upon, and had no time to bestow on Becky until she needed her service. Then she called "Number Five;" but, instead of "Number Five," Lotty Riker responded. "Where's Becky?" asked Lizzie. "I dunno. She hain't come in; mebbe she's hangin' that May-basket for the prize-fighter," giggled Lotty.
Beyond this we scaled another sandy hillock, and pulled up at a little wayside tavern, at the door of which Harry set himself lustily to halloa. "Why, John; hilloa, hillo; John Riker!"
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