ous man.
He has acted in this matter on a generous inspiration; that I must
believe; had he been privy to young Geraldine's death he would never
have despatched the body to the care of the actual criminal."

"The actual criminal!" repeated Silas in astonishment.

"Even so," returned the Prince. "This letter, which the disposition of
Almighty Providence has so strangely delivered into my hands, was
addressed to no less a person than the criminal himself, the infamous
President of the Suicide Club. Seek to pry no further in these perilous
affairs, but content yourself with your own miraculous escape, and leave
this house at once. I have pressing affairs, and must arrange at once
about this poor clay, which was so lately a gallant and handsome youth."

Silas took a grateful and submissive leave of Prince Florizel, but he
lingered in Box Court until he saw him depart in a splendid carriage on
a visit to Colonel Henderson of the police. Republican as he was, the
young American took off his hat with almost a sentiment of devotion to
the retreating carriage. And the same night he started by rail on his
return to Paris.

_Here_ (observes my Arabian author) _is the end of_ THE HISTORY OF THE
PHYSICIAN AND THE SARATOGA TRUNK. _Omitting some reflections on the
power of Providence, highly pertinent in the original, but little suited
to our Occidental taste, I shall only add that Mr. Scuddamore has
already begun to mount the ladder of political fame, and by last advices
was the Sheriff of his native town._

THE ADVENTURE OF THE HANSOM CABS

Lieutenant Brackenbury Rich had greatly distinguished himself in one of
the lesser Indian hill wars. He it was who took the chieftain prisoner
with his own hand; his gallantry was universally applauded; and when he
came home, prostrated by an ugly sabre-cut and a protracted
jungle-fever, society was prepared to welcome the Lieutenant as a
celebrity of minor lustre. But his was a character remarkable for
unaffected modesty; adventure was dear to his heart, but he cared little
for adulation; and he waited at foreign watering-places and in Algiers
until the fame of his exploits had run through its nine days' vitality
and begun to be forgotten. He arrived in London at last, in the early
season, with as little observation as he could desire; and as he was an
orphan and had none but distant relatives who lived in the provinces, it
was almost as a foreigner that he installed himself in the cap