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LHI irctzers, by hook or by crook, constitutes riches.

The rat-tat is answered by a savage bark, 1 which 15 much of luplm howl, as 1t a wolf should bark. Then a window is opened above the door of Six-four, and an 1ll- tempered voice says, Dcucc take people who come botherin o here!"

A young oirl, %hl\ ering 1 the rain wrapped 1n a Thin cl. ralk, asks it Dr. Triful- oas 15 at home. “He s, or hc 1s not, according to circumstances. “1 want him to comce to my father, who is dymfl ! ‘ here 1s he dying 2 T “At Val Karunion, four o kertzes from here.” B “ And his name 7" Che “Vort Kartif.” QR “YVort Kartif, the her. . "',‘-7!; ring-salter 7" 7 “Yes o oand il Dr. Tri- fulgas——"" “ Dr. Trifulgas is not at home." o NS o B And the window is R closed with a slam, while

the swishes of the wind and the swashes of the rain mingle in a deafenimg uproar.

IIT.

A HARD man, this Dr. Trifulgas, with little com- passion, and at- tending no one unless paid cash in advance. 1Ilis old Hurzof, a mongrel of bull- dog and spanicl, would have had more feeling than he, The house called Six - four admitted no poor, and opencd only to the rich. TFurther, it had a regular tariff : so much for a typhoid fever, so much for a fit, so much for a peri- carditis, and for other complaints which doctors mvent by the dozen. Now, Vort Kartif, the herring-salter, was a poor man, and of low lwu,c \Vhy should Dr. Triful-

gas have taken any trouble, and on such a nicht ?

“ DEUCE TAKLE PEOPLE

STRAND

WHO COME BOTHERING HERE'!

JAGAAZ

“Is it nothinge that T should have had to get up 2" he murmured, as he went back to bed; * that alone 1s worth ten fretzers.”

llaldl\ twenty minutes had passcd, when the iron hammer was again struck on the door of Six-four,

Much against his inclination the doctor left his bed, and leaned out of his window.

“Who 1s there 27" he eried.

“ I am the wite of Vort Kartif."”

  • The herring-

b LT salter of Val Karnion 7 “Yes; oand, if

vou refuse to come, he will die.”

AT right; vou will be a widow."

“Ilcere are twenty iretzers.”

VTwenty fret- zers for going to Val Karnion, tour kertzes from here! Thank you! Be off with you !

And the win- dow was closed

again. Twenty fict/ms A Qumd fee ! Risk a cold or lumbago for twenty fretzers, cspectally when to-morrow once has to o to Kil- treno to visit the rich IKdzingov, laad up with gout, which 1s valued at fifty fretzers the visit! With this agree- able prospect betore him, Dr. Trifulgas slept more soundly than before.

Swish ! Swash! and then rat-tat | rat-tat! rat-tat! To the noises of the squall were now added three blows of the knocker, struck by a more decided hand. The doctor slept. He woke, but in a fearful humour. When he opened the window the storm came in like a charge of shot.

“'I am come about the herring-salter.

  • That wretched herring-salter again !

“ I am his mother.”

“ May his mother, his wifc, daughter perish with him "

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