The Martins of Cro'Martin . me what it is, said Crow, cautiously. I suppose by this time, said Merl, you are tolerably wellsatisfied that Herman Merl is not very easily duped ? I meanto say that at least there are softer fellows to be found than thehumble individual who addresses you. I trust there are, indeed, said the other, sighing, or itwould be a mighty poor world for Simmy Crow and the likes ofhim. Well, I think so too, said Merl, chuckling to him. Thewideawake ones have rather the best of it. But, to come backto my question, I was simply going to ask you if the whole ofthe Martin estate
The Martins of Cro'Martin . me what it is, said Crow, cautiously. I suppose by this time, said Merl, you are tolerably wellsatisfied that Herman Merl is not very easily duped ? I meanto say that at least there are softer fellows to be found than thehumble individual who addresses you. I trust there are, indeed, said the other, sighing, or itwould be a mighty poor world for Simmy Crow and the likes ofhim. Well, I think so too, said Merl, chuckling to him. Thewideawake ones have rather the best of it. But, to come backto my question, I was simply going to ask you if the whole ofthe Martin estate, house, demesne, woods, gardens, quarries,farms, and fisheries, was not pretty much the same soxt ofthing as this here gallery ? How ? What do you mean ? asked Crow, whose temperwas barely, and with some diflBculty, restrainable. I mean, in plain words, a regular humbug—thats all! andno more the representative of real value than these daubs hereare the works of the great masters whose names they counter-feit. -fel^;F3Shf. /fv///<//, y/ZiM^^/?7J wyM, Z^d MR. MEElS experiences IN THE WEST. 519 Look here, sir, said Crow, rising, and approaching- theother with a face of angry indignation, for anght I know, j^oumay be right about these pictures. The chances ai-e you are. adealer in such wares—at least you talk like one—but of thefamily that lived under this roof, and whose bread I have eatenfor many a day, if you utter one word that even borders on dis-respect—if you as much as hint at What was to be the conclusion of Mr. Crows menace wehave no means of recording, for a servant, rushing in at theinstant, summoned the artist with all speed to Miss Martinspresence. He found her, as he entered, with flushed cheeksand eyes flashing angrily, in one of the deep recesses of awindow that looked out upon the lawn. Come here, sir, cried she, hurriedly—* come here, andbehold a sight such as you scarcely ever thought to look uponfrom these windows. Look there. And she pointed to a
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