Harper's weekly . Pardon me that of the District, and (he smiles of my Kit-iss my finger-He made a mock bow, and smiled upon animaginary audience. Then offering his armwith grave ceremony to his companion as if acrowd had been looking on, ho went down stairs. CHAPTER XCVII. It was a long journey. They stopped at V,timore, at Philadelphia, and pushed n u>.v:Ne« While the> were still upon thenHope Wayne saw wdiat she had been long ipecting to see—aud saw it without a solitarygret. Amy Waring was Amy Waring no kger; and Hope Wayne was the tirst whu his-Mrs. Lawrence Newt. Even Mrs. Si
Harper's weekly . Pardon me that of the District, and (he smiles of my Kit-iss my finger-He made a mock bow, and smiled upon animaginary audience. Then offering his armwith grave ceremony to his companion as if acrowd had been looking on, ho went down stairs. CHAPTER XCVII. It was a long journey. They stopped at V,timore, at Philadelphia, and pushed n u>.v:Ne« While the> were still upon thenHope Wayne saw wdiat she had been long ipecting to see—aud saw it without a solitarygret. Amy Waring was Amy Waring no kger; and Hope Wayne was the tirst whu his-Mrs. Lawrence Newt. Even Mrs. Simcoe loied beiiignantly upon the b Kitty in a hotel, he crossed ttaincd that the vessel on which he had takentwo berths under a false name was full and ready,and would sail upon her day. He showed him-self in Wall Street, carefully dressed, carefttllysober — mindful, evidently, people said, of hisposition; and they thought if the Honorable i jr!o\ AM IinglC1 wilt IC , January 14,. HARPERS WEEKLY. 1 Tonguey, thot
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