opportunity to call at the office of Mr. Reynolds.

I do not propose to speak of Mrs. Simpson's trial. I will merely say
that she was found guilty of the charge upon which she had been
indicted, and was sentenced to a term of imprisonment.

When Grant was released from his duties as witness, he made his way
to Wall Street, or rather New Street, which branches out from the
great financial thoroughfare, and had no difficulty in finding the
office of Mr. Reynolds.

"Can I see Mr. Reynolds?" he asked of a young man, who was writing
at a desk.

"Have you come to deliver stock? If so, I will take charge of it."

"No," answered Grant; "I wish to see him personally."

"He is at the Stock Exchange just at present. If you will take a
seat, he will be back in twenty minutes, probably."

Grant sat down, and in less than the time mentioned, Mr. Reynolds
entered the office. The broker, who had a good memory for faces, at
once recognized our hero.

"Ha, my young friend from the country," he said; "would you like to
see me?"

"When you are at leisure, sir," answered Grant, well pleased at the
prompt recognition.