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iy , LAURA BRAYTON. over any quantity of men, women, and children to do it, but I was there in time to go through the cars and look every passenger in the face before they started. They were not there.” “No, no, they are in the city, and bent on war. I know who both are: now. ‘They are the dead come back to life torob me. The curse of Heaven is on me.” The last expressions came from Sharp’s lips as if he did not think any one was present to hear them. His face was white with anxiety, and an expression of mental misery rested on his countenance. “What is to be done, sir? If they’re in the city, and if I can’t find ’em, nobody else can.” “You'll get drunk, spending my money, and making a fool of yourself!” groaned Sharp. “T won’t get drunk, if I don’t have to go into porter-houses. I can’t goin such cribs and not take something. They ask such miserable-looking coves as Iam to git up and git without they spend money there. Then they’re as good asa dandy nob. But tell me what you want done.” “T want you to find that man Bartram that was here yesterday. You will most likely find him at Guy’s, on Monument square. When you see him send him to me instantly. What he has to do must be done at once. Tell him I will not bear with an ~ instant’s delay. He knows me. Warn him that I am in no humor to trifle!” Nathan nodded his head and left the room, mut- tering something about a hurricane. The instant he was gone the lawyer rang the bell, which was generally answered by Laura Bray- ton, and then going to a safe he took out a package of papers. , — “comicbooks com ao« fe