"Is Mr. Green about this morning?" was asked by the person who had
come in search of young Hammond.

"Haven't seen any thing of him."

"Is he in his room?"

"I don't know."

"Will you ascertain for me?"

"Certainly. Frank,"--and he spoke to the landlord's son, who was
lounging on a settee,--"I wish you would see if Mr. Green is in
his room."

"Go and see yourself. I'm not your waiter," was growled back, in
an ill-natured voice.

"In a moment I'll ascertain for you," said Matthew, politely.

After waiting on some new customers, who were just entering,
Matthew went up-stairs to obtain the desired information. As he
left the bar-room, Frank got up and went behind the counter, where
he mixed himself a glass of liquor, and drank it off, evidently
with real enjoyment.

"Rather a dangerous business for one so young as you are,"
remarked the gentleman with whom I had come, as Frank stepped out
of the bar, and passed near where we were standing. The only
answer to this was an ill-natured frown, and an expression of face