Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 120: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

119 bps OLD SPECIE. Was this some burglar, with serious intentions — upon the mansion? Windows are often left open when death lies ina house, and a bold burglar finds opportunities for _ plying his precarious business. As time slipped by, and the motionless figure still leaned against a tree, the detective could hold out no longer. He crossed the street. The man stood motionless against the tree, as though hoping to be unobserved. Stopping suddenly, the old detective puta hand on the other’s arm. “What do you want here, my man?”’ The unknown turned. As he did so the light fell on his face. “Jack Ramsay !’’ “You know me?’’ ““‘Why, man alive, what brings you here?’’ ‘“Who are you that asks?’’ “Your friend—-you remember we had a talk re- cently, and arranged our plans.’’ ‘“‘T recognize you now, sir.”’ “Tet me repeat my question—why are you here?”’ The young man pointed across the street. ‘‘In yonder house lies my beloved Florence. Can you wonder that under the circumstances I desire to stay here where | may at least feast my eyes upon the cold stones that hide her from my view. It is the only consolation left me.”’ ‘And a poor one at that. But this must not be.’’ ‘Why 50??? “Think of the living. You may ruin all my plana. eX ‘‘How can that be?’’ ‘Suppose you are noticed here—one man at least co Gomileboo SS) =|