The Fortunes of the Landrays

hanced to be politics from Washington, or fashions from New York, these slight delays did not disturb Benson in the least, for the news had not always come so quickly. Colonel Sharp, the editor of the American Pioneer, with his inevitable volume of the "Odes of Horace," protruding from his coat pocket; and Captain Gibbs, editor of The True Whig, with his inevitable cigar protruding from his lips, hurried across the square from their respective offices, each intent upon receiving his bundle of Eastern papers. Mr. Bendy, the postmaster, appeared, accompanied by a half- grown boy carrying a mail sack; and Jim, the stableman, led out the four fresh horses that were to take the place of Mr. Bartlett's jaded teams. The child gathered up the small bundle which contained his own and his father's few belongings, and climbed quickly down from the box. Before he left his seat, the stranger turned to Mr. Bartlett and tapping him on the chest with a long forefinger, said: "You're mighty curious, you are, but just you remember what I said about the graveyards and the fools; or maybe you'd better ask some friend's opinion ? he'll see the point." He seemed to fling the words at him with an insolence that was indifferent of consequences, and before the astonished driver could make any reply, stepped to the wheel and from thence to the ground, and the coach an instant later rolled up Main Street. The stranger stood like a man in a dream in the centre of thedusty road...