Tu the your quarter in Paris 40 there lived in the Latin a famous miser named Jean Pi tiff stated that he entered defend- Avere. The wealth concealed in the obscure ant's service as boy on the Gth September. rookery where he resided was believed to be On the 9th he went out at 10.30 and fabulous, and was no doubt really very great. returned at 12. The back door was locked Among his treasures wasa celebrated diamond necklace of immense value. This he concealed and he could not get in.
The coolie spoke 0 carefully that he ultimately forgot its to him from the house and told him that hiding-place himself, He sought diligently his master had thrown out plaintiffs bed for and, failing to find it, became almost and box, and locked the door. Next morn- insane This rendered him even less capable aintiff went to his ro m and found of remembrance, and he took to his bed broken box and bed were not there.
The in body as in mind. A few weeks later a cole from next dyer bu right them subsequently. The lock of the box was broken and several things missing from inside—14 pieces of silk clothing, $16.80 in money, etc., ete. He valued the clothing at $81 at second-hand, The next-door coolie told him that he had found the box about mid-it, with the lock broken and several things scattered about which he replaced in the box.
Defendant's coolie deposed to his master having opened the boy's room door with the key of another door and dropped the bed and box out of the window into the yard, which was a thoroughfare for the Servants employed at E-we Terrace, in which defendant's house was. After throwing the things out defendant locked the dyer, witness being inside at the time.
Defendant stated that he engaged plai half dozing over his cigar, seeing endless tiff on the distinct understanding that he visions of red-and-blue-striped girls with was to remain in the house every night, doctor and an old woman, who had sometimes done ochd jobs about his house, were both at his bed-side, seeing that the' end was near. As the clock in the neighbouring tower tolled one, he ceased his low muttering and sat up and shrieked, 'I remember where it is now. Tan put my hand on the necklace. For Gen's sake let me go for it before I forget it again!" Here his weakness and excitement overcome him, and he sank back among his rags, stone dead. Physicians and students are familiar with these sudden outflashings of memory at the great crisis of human fate.
Let the reader consider this while we relate an episode in the humble career of Signal man, Andrew Agge, who may be found on duty in his box at Gulgaith, a little station on the Midland, twenty-three miles south of Carlisle. must break his fust without leaving his post.
Mr, Agge is on duty nearly every day, and The confinement and mental strain tell on the system. The strongest men cannot stand it long without feeling its effects, It make
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