a day----"

"Sorry for the fellow," interrupts the old hostess, sympathizingly.
"That's what comes a drinkin' bad liquor. Tom used to be a first-rate
friend of this house--spent heaps of money, and we all liked him so.
Tried hard to make a man of Tom. Couldn't do it." Madame shakes her head
in sadness. "Devil got into him, somehow. Ran down, as young men will
when they gets in the way. I does my part to save them, God knows." A
tear almost steals into Madame's eyes. "When Tom used to come here,
looking so down, I'd give him a few dollars, and get him to go somewhere
else. Had to keep up the dignity of the house, you know. A man as takes
his liquor as Tom does ain't fit company for my house."

Mr. Snivel says: "As good advice, which I am bound to give his mother, I
shall say she'd better give him steady lodgings in jail." He turns and
recognizes his friend, the judge, and advances towards him. As he does
so, Anna rises quickly to her feet, and with a look of contempt,
addressing the judge, says, "Never, never. You deceived me once, you
never shall again. You ask me to separate myself from him. No, never,
never." And as she turns to walk away the judge seizes her by the hand,
and retains her. "You must not go yet," he says.

"She shall go!" exclaims the fair young man, who has been watching their
movements. "Do you know me? I am the George Mulholland you are plotting
to send to the whipping-post,--to accomplish your vile purposes. No,
sir, I am not the man you took me for, as I would show you were it not
for your grey hairs." He releases her from the judge's grasp, and stands
menacing that high old functionary with his finger. "I care not for your
power. Take this girl from me, and you pay the penalty with your life.
We are equals here. Release poor Langdon from prison, and go pay
penance over the grave of his poor wife. It's the least you can do. You
ruined her--you can't deny it." Concluding, he clasps the girl in his
arms, to the surprise of all present, and rushes with her out of the
house.

The house of Madame Flamingo is in a very distinguished state of
commotion. Men sensitive of their reputations, and fearing the presence
of the police, have mysteriously disappeared. Madame is in a fainting
condition, and several of her heroic damsels have gone screaming out of
the parlor, and have not been seen since.

Matters have quieted down now. Mr. Snivel consoles the judge for the
loss of dignity he has suffered, Madam