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After breakfast he followed Podge Byerly down Queen Street and through Beach, and came up with her as she went out of Kensington to the Delaware water-front about the old Northern Liberties district. Duff bowed with a little of diffidence amid all his gravity, and sneezed as if to hide it: "Jericho! Miss Podge, see the time eight o'clock, and an hour before school. Let us go look at the river."

Oh, you may laugh, but last fall during the campaign he was so excited about something that he couldn't eat, and the night they had the Republican mass-meeting here he roosted on the chandelier in the hall, and every time General Trumps made a good point that chicken would cackle and flap his wings, as much as to say, 'Them's my sentiments! And on the day of the parade he turned out and followed the last wagon, keeping step with the music and never dropping out of line but once, when he stopped to fight a Democratic rooster belonging to old Byerly, who was on the Democratic ticket.

"Do not let him chatter, Captain," Wilton whispered to Captain Byerly, as he passed on; and then immediately walking forward, he joined the Duke and the Lady Laura.

"Not in the least, madam," replied Byerly: "if the man dies, let it be remarked, he dies of fright, and nothing else; not a finger has been laid, in the way of violence, upon his person; but he would have given up anything to any one who asked him.

The Duke then turned the conversation to indifferent subjects, spoke cheerfully and gaily with Lady Laura and Wilton, and showed that calm sort of equanimity in circumstances of danger and difficulty which is partly a gift of nature, and partly an acquisition wrung from many perils and evils endured. Ere long, Byerly returned with Plessis, and food and wine were speedily procured.

Wilton checked his horse, and in a moment after, to his surprise, he found no other but the worthy Captain Byerly by his side. "How do you do, Mr. Brown?" said the Captain, as he came up.

The mind will find its true channel some day." "Can I be of service to you, Mr. Salter? Money would be a small return of our obligations to you." "No, I am independent. Too independent! I wish I had a wife." "Ah! Agnes told me that besides seeing the baby when you came to the house, little Mary Byerly would be there. She is well enough to be out, and has lost her invalid brother."

"I almost wish I might be spirit of a mill, or better still, that old boat yonder basking in the pond-lilies and holding up its shadow!" "I am glad you like it," said Duff Salter. "Let us go in and see if the house is hospitable." As Podge Byerly walked up the worn stone walk of the lawn she saw a familiar image at the door her mother. "You here, mother?" said Podge. "What is the meaning of it?"

"I can assure your lordship," replied Churchill, in a perfectly grave tone, "on my honour as a gentleman, I have the most perfect certainty, and could prove, if necessary, that the charge is entirely and totally false; that Sir George Barkley did not accompany your young friend for a single step, and that he was only accompanied by a fair lady with very bright eyes, by another gentleman whom I understand to be a certain Captain Byerly a very respectable man, only that he rides a little hard upon the King's Highway and by a person, of perhaps less importance and repute, named Captain Churchill."

"I think," wrote Duff Salter frigidly, as the young man slammed the door behind him, "that we'll make a pitcher of port sangaree and have a little glass before we go to bed. We will all three take a hand at cards. What shall we play?" "Euchre cut-throat!" exclaimed Podge Byerly, rather explosively.