I thought there were no Pyncheons left, except yourself and our Cousin Jaffrey, the judge.

Every one thinks I shall meet with encouragement, and, on the strength of this, I have taken lodgings and a room at Mrs. Hinge's in Jaffrey Street; a very excellent and central situation....

Hae, man, there's a cawker to keep your heart warm; and set down that bottle of Deacon Jaffrey's best brown stout to get a toast.

Mr. Bartlett, 5; Mr. Freeman, 1 ...6.00 Jaffrey.

Between you and I, old Clem Jaffrey, Silas's father, was a hard nut.

"Silas Jaffrey," said Mr. Sewell, with a comprehensive sweep of his arm, picking up me and the new-comer on one fork, so to speak.

" While I ate my breakfast, Mr. Jaffrey hopped up and down the narrow bar-room and chirped away as blithely as a bird on a cherry-bough, occasionally ruffling with his fingers a slight fringe of auburn hair which stood up pertly round his head and seemed to possess a luminous quality of its own.

and Mr. Jaffrey drew a newspaper from a pocket in the tail of his coat, and read as follows:"It has been estimated that if all the candles manufactured by this eminent firm (Stearine & Co.) were placed end to end, they would reach 2 and 7-8 times around the globe.

," said Mr. Jaffrey, glancing complacently over the apartment.

Typhoid," added Mr. Jaffrey, in a low voice.

Mr. Jaffrey had fallen into so brown a study that, a quarter of an hour afterwards, when I wished him good-night and withdrew, I do not think he noticed my departure.

Mr. Jaffrey spoke of the child with such an air of conviction!as if Andy were playing among his toys in the next room, or making mud-pies down in the yard.

In these conversations, it should be observed, the child was never supposed to be present, except on that single occasion when Mr. Jaffrey leaned over the cradle.

" "What do you think of having Andy enter West Point, when he's old enough?" said Mr. Jaffrey on another occasion.

Several times in the course of an evening Mr. Jaffrey would rise from his chair without interrupting the conversation, and gravely drop a nickel into the scuttle of the bank.

I strongly suspected that Mr. Sewell was at the bottom of it, but my suspicion was not shared by Mr. Jaffrey, who, remarking my glance at the bureau, became suddenly depressed.

On the Saturday previous to my departure, which had been fixed for Monday, it rained heavily all the afternoon, and that night Mr. Jaffrey was in an unusually excitable and unhappy frame of mind.

"That boy is going to the dogs just as fast as he can go," said Mr. Jaffrey, with a woeful face.

" "Lied to me, sir," repeated Mr. Jaffrey, severely.

Mr. Jaffrey sat bolt upright at the breakfast-table, looking as woe-begone as a bust of Dante, and retired to his chamber the moment the meal was finished.

It was not pleasant to think, and I tried not to think, what Mr. Jaffrey's condition would be if the weather did not mend its manners by noon; but so far from clearing off at noon, the storm increased in violence, and as night set in, the wind whistled in a spiteful falsetto key, and the rain lashed the old tavern as if it were a balky horse that refused to move on.

I looked up, and beheld Mr. Jaffrey standing on the threshold, with his dress in disorder, his scant hair flying, and the wildest expression on his face.

He has fallen from a step-ladder in the red chamber and broken his neck!" Mr. Jaffrey threw up his hands with a gesture of despair, and disappeared.

On my way to bed I paused at Mr. Jaffrey's door, and in a lull of the storm, the measured respiration within told me that the old gentleman was sleeping peacefully.

Perhaps nothing that happened during my stay at Bayley's Four-Corners took me so completely by surprise as Mr. Jaffrey's radiant countenance the next morning.