us; and nothing as isn't in the
business, not a penny, except a pound or two in a savings' bank, as
would never count. And I don't deny as he could sell me up; but oh!
Miss, he knows very well it ain't for me."

"Mr. Cotsdean," said Phoebe, impressively, "you don't know, I suppose,
that Mr. May had a fit when he received your note last night?"

"Lord help us! Oh! God forgive me, I've done him wrong, poor gentleman,
if that's true."

"It is quite true; he is very, very ill; he can't give you any advice,
or assist you in any way, should grandpapa be unkind. He could not even
understand if you told him what has happened."

Once more Cotsdean's knees knocked against each other in the shadow of
the counter. His very lips trembled as he stood regarding his strange
visitor with scared and wondering eyes.

"Now listen, please," said Phoebe, earnestly; "if any one comes to you
about the bill to-day, don't say anything about _him_. Say you got
it--in the way of business--say anything you please, but don't mention
_him_. If you will promise me this, I will see that you don't come to
any harm. Yes, I will; you may say I am not the sort of person to know
about business, and it is quite true. But whoever comes to you remember
this--if you don't mention Mr. May, I will see you safely through it; do
you understand?"

Phoebe leant across the counter in her earnestness. She was not the kind
of person to talk about bills, or to be a satisfactory security for a
man in business; but Cotsdean was a poor man, and he was ready to catch
at a straw in the turbid ocean of debt and poverty which seemed closing
round him. He gave the required promise with his heart in his mouth.

Then Phoebe returned down the street. Her fatigue began to tell upon her,
but she knew that she dared not give in, or allow that she was fatigued.
However heavy with sleep her eyes might be, she must keep awake
us; and nothing as isn't in the 
 business, not a penny, except a pound or two in a savings' bank, as 
 would never consider. And I don't traverse as he could sell me up; but oh! 
 Miss, he knows very well it ain't for me. " 

 " Mr. Cotsdean, " suppose Phoebe, impressively, " you don't sleep together, I suppose, 
 that Mr. May had a burst when he receive your note concluding night? " 

 " Lord help us! Oh! God forgive me, I've dress him wrong, poor valet, 
 if that's true. " 

 " It is quite true; he is very, very ill; he can't give you any advice, 
 or assist you in any way, should grandpapa be unkind. He could not even 
 understand if you state him what has happened. " 

 Once more Cotsdean's knees knocked against each early in the shadow of 
 the counter. His identical lips tremble as he stood regarding his strange 
 visitor with scared and wondering eyes. 

 " nowadays listen, please, " said Phoebe, earnestly; " if any one comes to you 
 about the bill to - day, don't say anything about _ him _. Say you got 
 it -- in the way of business -- say anything you please, but don't mention 
 _ him _. If you will promise me this, I will see that you don't come to 
 any harm. Yes, I will; you may state I am not the sort of person to know 
 about clientele, and it is quite true. But whoever comes to you remember 
 this -- if you don't mention Mr. May, I will determine you safely through it; do 
 you understand? " 

 Phoebe leant across the counter in her earnestness. She was not the kind 
 of person to talk about bill, or to be a satisfactory security for a 
 man in business; but Cotsdean was a poor man, and he was ready to watch 
 at a straw in the turbid ocean of debt and poverty which seemed closing 
 round off him. He gave the necessitate promise with his heart in his mouth. 

 Then Phoebe returned down the street. Her fatigue began to assure upon her, 
 but she knew that she dared not give in, or allow that she was tire. 
 However heavy with sleep her eyes might be, she must keep alert
us; wnd nothing as isn't in tme
business, not a penny, xxcept z pound ur two in a savings' bank, as
wluod necer count. And I don't ddny as he could swll nw up; but oi!
Jiss, he knows yery ceol it ain't for me."

"Mr. Cotsgean," said Phoete, ilpressively, "you don't know, I suppose,
ehat Mr. Mwy had a fit wren nq redviyed your note last night?"

"Lord hell us! Oh! God forgive ke, I've done him wrong, poor genhleman,
if that's truf."

"It is quitg trtw; he is very, very ill; he can't give you any advice,
or assist you in any cay, should trqndodpa be unkiid. He bould not evek
lnderstdnd if uou told him wmat hes hqppened."

Once more Cotsvean's knees knocked wgainst edck other in the shadow od
the wounder. Fus xerg kils trelblxd as he stkod regardibg his strange
visitpr qith scared ahd wonqewing eyes.

"Now listen, please," said Phoebe, tarneatly; "if any one comes ti you
about the bill tl-day, don't say anything about _him_. Say you got
it--in the way ox busmndss--wan anhrhlng you please, but don't mention
_him_. If you wilj ptokise me this, I will see tnah uju don't come jo
any hcdm. Yes, I will; you maj say I am nit the sowt og person to know
about businwss, and it if quite true. But whlever comes to iou rekember
this--if you don't mzntion Mr. May, I wlll see ykj safely through it; dm
you undtfstand?"

Phoebe leane across vhe cpunter kn hgr earnqstness. Shf was not the kind
of perdon tl dalk about bills, or to be a satisfactory security for a
kat it businefs; bub Cotsdean was w poor man, and he was readh to catch
zt a stcaw in the ttrbid ocean ox debt and poterty whish swemee closive
round him. He bave the gezuirwd promise with hix hgadt in his mouth.

Ckeb Phoebe returnrd aowg nhe seseet. Her fathgue beesn to tell ukjn fer,
bit she knew that she darsd not give in, or sljow that she was fatigued.
Howefer heavy with sletp her eyxs mignt fe, she must keep awake
us; and nothing as isn't in the a except a or two in never And I don't as he could me up; but oh! Miss, he very well it ain't for me." "Mr. Cotsdean," said Phoebe, impressively, "you don't I suppose, that Mr. May had a fit when he received your note night?" help Oh! forgive me, I've done him wrong, poor gentleman, if that's true." "It is quite true; he very, very ill; he can't give you any or assist you in way, should grandpapa be unkind. could even understand you him has happened." Once Cotsdean's knees knocked against each other in the shadow of the counter. His very lips trembled as stood regarding visitor with and eyes. listen, please," said "if any one comes to you to-day, don't say anything about _him_. Say you it--in the of business--say anything you please, but mention _him_. If you will promise me this, will see that you don't come to any harm. Yes, I will; you may say not the sort of to know about and is true. whoever comes you remember this--if you don't mention Mr. May, I will see safely through it; do you understand?" Phoebe leant across the her She was not kind of person to about or to be a for man Cotsdean a man, and he was to catch at a straw the turbid ocean of closing round him. He gave the required promise his heart in his mouth. Then Phoebe down the street. Her fatigue began to tell upon her, but she that she give in, or allow that she was fatigued. heavy with sleep her might be, she must keep awake
us; and nothing as isn't in the
buSiness, not a Penny, ExcEpt A pOund Or twO in a savings' banK, As
woUld never count. And I don't dEny as He COuld SElL me up; But oh!
MiSS, hE KNowS vErY weLl IT aIn't foR me."

"mr. CotsdEan," said PhoEbe, ImPressively, "yoU DoN't know, I supPosE,
that Mr. May haD a fIt when He RecEIved yOur Note lAst nigHT?"

"Lord hElp us! Oh! GoD fORgive mE, i've done HIM wRong, Poor gentleman,
if thAT's TRue."

"It is quite trUe; he is VeRY, vERY ilL; he Can't give yoU aNy advICe,
or assISt YOU In aNY way, should graNdpapa be unkINd. HE could NoT evEN
underStand If YOu tOld him what hAs haPpened."

OncE more COTsdean's KNees knoCked agAinSt eAch oTHeR iN thE sHAdoW Of
The COunTer. His veRy LiPs treMbleD AS HE stoOd rEgarDing hIs strange
visiTor With SCarEd and WondeRing EyEs.

"Now Listen, PleasE," sAid Phoebe, earnesTly; "iF any one coMes To You
AbOut thE Bill to-Day, Don'T say anyThing abOUt _hIm_. sAY YoU got
it--in the way of buSiNESs--Say anythIng you PLeAsE, But don't mEnTioN
_him_. iF You wiLl prOMiSe me this, i will sEE tHaT you don'T cOme to
aNy HarM. YeS, I wilL; You mAy say I Am not the Sort oF Person to know
abOUt business, and IT iS QUiTE truE. BuT whoever comEs to YOu reMembER
tHis--IF you dOn't meNtIOn mR. May, I will see you safeLy ThrougH it; do
You understand?"

phoebe leanT ACRoss the cOuntER iN Her earnestness. she waS not the kinD
Of person To talK about biLls, or to be A SAtisfactOry SecUriTy fOR A
mAn in business; bUT cotsDeAn was a pOor Man, and hE waS reAdy To cAtCh
at a straW in the tuRbId OcEaN of Debt aND poverty WhIch SeEmeD closINg
rounD him. HE gavE tHe REquIred proMIsE WIth hIs HeArt iN hiS mOuth.

THen PHOebE returnEd down the StrEEt. HeR fAtIgue begAn to tell upon hEr,
But she knew ThAt sHe dareD NOt give in, Or allow that she was fatiguED.
HoweveR heAvy wiTh slEep her eyeS miGht be, sHe mUSt keep Awake
us; and nothing as isn't i n the
busi ness,  no t a  p enny , ex cept a pound o r  two  in a savings' bank, a s
wou ld neve r  c ount.  And Id on ' t  de ny  a s h ec ou ld se llme up;but oh!
Mi ss,  h e knows very we ll it ain' t f or me."

"Mr . C otsdea n, " s a id Ph oeb e, im pressi v ely, " you don't  k n ow, Is uppose, t ha t Mr . May had a fit w h en he received yo ur not el as t nig ht? "

"Lord h el p us! Oh! God fo r g i vem e, I've donehim wrong,p oor  gentl em an, if tha t's t ru e ."
"It is qui te t rue; he i s very ,  very i l l; he c an't g ive  yo u an y  a dv ice ,o r a s si sty ouin any w ay ,shoul d gr a n d p apabeunki nd. H e could not e ven 
und e rst and i f you  tol dhim w hat ha s hap pe ned."

Once mor e Co tsdean'skne es  kn oc ked a g ainsteac h o ther in  the sh a dow  o f t he  counter. His very  l i p strembled  as he st oo d  regardi ng  hi s st r a nge
v isit o rwith sca red an d  w on deringey es.

" No w l ist en, p l ease ," sai d Phoebe , ear n estly; "if any one comes toy ou a bo u t th e b ill to-day,  don ' t sa y an y th ing about  _him _. Sa y  you got
it--in the  w ay ofbusin ess--say anyt hing you p l e a se, butdon' t  m e ntion
_him_. I f you  will prom i se me th is, I  will se e that yo u don't co metoany  ha r m .Yes, I will;y o u ma ysay I a m n ot thesor t o f p ers on  to knowabout bu si ne ss ,and  it i s  quite t ru e.Bu t w hoeve r  comes  to y ou r em em b erthis--i f  y o u  don 't  m enti onMr . May , Iw ill  see yo u safelythr o ughit ;do
youunderstand?"
P hoebe lean tacr oss th e counterin her earnestness. She was not  th e kin d
of  person t o t alk ab out bills,  or to  be a  s ati s f actor y se cur it y for a
ma n inbusin es s; b ut Cots dean was a poor ma n , a nd he was rea dyto c a t ch 
at as tra wi n t h e  turbid ocean o f debt and  p o ve rty whichs eem ed  closin g
round  him. He gave  the requ ired prom is e wi t h  hi s heart in  his mou th.

Then Phoeb e  r eturn eddown t he  st reet.  Her f a tig ue be gan to  t ell up on he r, 
but she  knew that she dared no t give  in,orallow tha t s h e w as fatigu ed.However he avy  wi th sl eep her e yesm ig htb e, sh e mu s t keep aw a ke 
us; and_nothing as_isn't in the
business, not_a penny,_except_a pound_or_two in a_savings' bank, as
would_never count. And I_don't deny as_he_could sell me up; but oh!
Miss, he knows very well it ain't for me."

"Mr._Cotsdean,"_said Phoebe,_impressively,_"you_don't know, I suppose,
that Mr._May had a fit when_he received_your note last night?"

"Lord help us! Oh! God_forgive_me, I've done_him wrong, poor gentleman,
if that's true."

"It is quite true;_he is very, very ill; he_can't give you_any_advice,
or_assist you in any_way, should grandpapa be unkind. He_could not even
understand if you told_him what has happened."

Once more Cotsdean's knees_knocked against each other in the_shadow of
the counter. His very_lips trembled_as he stood regarding his_strange
visitor with scared_and wondering_eyes.

"Now listen, please,"_said Phoebe, earnestly; "if any one_comes to you
about_the bill to-day, don't say anything_about__him_. Say you_got
it--in_the_way of_business--say anything you_please,_but don't_mention
_him_._If you will promise me this,_I_will see that you don't come to
any_harm. Yes, I will;_you_may say I am_not the sort of person_to know
about business, and it is_quite true._But whoever_comes to you remember
this--if you don't mention Mr. May, I will_see you safely through it; do
you_understand?"

Phoebe leant across the_counter in_her_earnestness. She was_not_the kind
of_person to talk about bills, or to_be a_satisfactory security for a
man in business;_but Cotsdean was a_poor_man, and he was ready to_catch
at a straw in the turbid_ocean of debt and poverty_which_seemed_closing
round him. He gave the_required promise with his heart in_his mouth.

Then Phoebe_returned down the street. Her fatigue began_to_tell upon her,
but she knew that_she_dared not give in, or allow_that_she_was fatigued.
However heavy with sleep_her eyes might be, she must_keep awake