mind you don't set foot in Pompadour Hall "—Mr. Meeson's seat- -"unless it is to get your clothes. Come,

cut!"

"You misunderstand me," said Eustace, with a touch of native dignity which became him very well. Probably we shall not meet again, and I did not wish to part in anger, that was all. Good morning." And he bowed and left the office.

"

Confound him!" muttered his uncle as the door closed, “he's a good-plucked one-showed spirit. But I'll show spirit, too. Meeson is a man of his word. Cut him off with a shilling? not I; cut him off with nothing at all! And yet, curse it, I like the lad. Well, I've done with him, thanks to that minx of a Smithers girl. Perhaps he's sweet on her? then they can go and starve together, and be hanged to them! She had better keep out of my way, for she shall smart for this, so sure as my name is Jonathan Meeson. I'll keep her up to the letter of that agreement, and, if she tries to publish a book inside of this country or out of it, I'll crush her-yes, I'll crush her, if it costs me five thousand to do it!" and, with a snarl, he dropped his fist heavily upon the table before him.

Then he rose, put poor Augusta's agreement carefully back into the safe, which he shut with a savage snap, and proceeded to visit the various departments of his vast establishment, and to make such hay therein as had never before been dreamt of in the classic halls of Meeson's.

To this hour the clerks of the great House talk of that dreadful day with bated breath-for as bloody Hector raged through the Greeks, as Rameses of the Oppres

sion raged in his chariot through the armies of the Barbarians, so did the mighty Meeson rage through his hundred departments.

In the very first office he caught a wretched clerk eating sardine sandwiches. Without a moment's hesitation he took the sandwiches and threw them through the window.

"Do you suppose I pay you to come and eat your filthy sandwiches here?" he asked savagely. There, now you can go and look for them; and see you don't trouble to come back, you idle, worthless fellow. Off you go! and remember you need not send to me for a character. Now then-double quick!"

The unfortunate departed, feebly remonstrating, and Meeson, having glared round at the other clerks and warned them that unless they were careful, very careful -they would soon follow in his tracks, proceeded on his path of devastation.

Presently he met an editor, No. 7 it was, who was bringing him an agreement to sign. He snatched it from him and glanced through it.

What do you mean by bringing me a thing like this?" he said; "it's all wrong."

It is exactly as you dictated it to me yesterday, sir," said the editor indignantly.

What, do you dare to contradict me? roared Meeson. Look here, No. 7, you and I had better part. Now, no words; your salary will be paid to you till the end of the month, and if you would like to bring an action for wrongful dismissal, why, I'm your man. Good morning, No. 7; good morning."

Next he crossed a courtyard where, by slipping

stealthily round a corner, he came upon a jolly little errand-boy, who was enjoying a solitary bout of marbles.

Whack came his cane across the seat of that errandboy's trousers, and in another minute he had followed the editor and the sandwich-devouring clerk.

And so the merry game went on for half-an-hour or more, till at last Mr. Meeson was fain to cease his troubling, being too exhausted to continue his destroying course. But next morning there was promotion going on in the great publishing house; eleven vacancies had to be filled.

A couple of glasses of brown sherry and a few sandwiches, which he swallowed hastily at a neighbouring restaurant, quickly restored him, however; and, jumping into a cab, he drove post haste to his lawyers, Messrs. Todd & James.

"Is Mr. Todd in?" he said to the managing clerk, who came forward, bowing obsequiously to one of the richest men in Birmingham.

"Mr. Todd will be disengaged in a few minutes, sir," he said. May I offer you the Times ?”

"

Damn the Times!" was the polite answer; "I don't come here to read newspapers. Tell Mr. Todd that I must see him at once, or else I shall go elsewhere."

"I am much afraid, sir" began the managing clerk. Mr. Meeson jumped up and grabbed his hat. Now then, which is it to be? he said.

'Oh, certainly, sir; pray be seated," answered the manager in great alarm-Meeson's business was not a thing to be lightly lost. "I will see Mr. Todd instantly," and he vanished.

Almost simultaneously with his departure an old lady

was unceremoniously bundled out of an inner room, clutching feebly at a reticule full of papers and proclaiming loudly that her head was going round and round. The poor old soul was just altering her will for the eighteenth time in favour of a bran new charity, highly recommended by Royalty; and to be suddenly shot from the revered presence of her lawyer into the outer darkness of the clerks' office, was really too much for her.

In another minute, Mr. Meeson was being warmly, even enthusiastically, greeted by Mr. Todd himself. Mr. Todd was a nervous-looking, jumpy little man, who spoke in jerks and gushes in such a way as to remind the listener of a fire-hose through which water was being pumped intermittently.

"How do you do, my dear sir? Delighted to have this pleasure," he began with a sudden gush, and then suddenly dried up as he noticed the ominous expression on the great man's brow. I am sure I am very sorry that you were kept waiting, my dear sir; but I was at the moment engaged with an excellent and most Christian testator

Here he suddenly jumped and dried up again, for Mr. Meeson, without the slightest warning, ejaculated: "Curse your Christian testator! And look here, Todd, just you see that it does not happen again. I'm a

Christian testator, too; and Christians of my cut aren't accustomed to be kept standing about just like officeboys or authors. See that it don't happen again. Todd."

"I am sure I am exceedingly grieved. stances

Oh, never mind all that--I want my will."

Circum

"Will-will- Forgive me--a little confused that's all. Your manner is so full of hearty old middle age's kind of vigour

Here he stopped, more suddenly even than usua for Mr. Meeson fixed him with his savage eye, and the jerked himself out of the room to look for the docume in question.

"Little idiot!" muttered Meeson; "I'll give him the sack, too, if he isn't more careful. By Jove! why should I not have my own resident solicitor? I could get a sharp hand with a damaged character for about £300 a year, and I pay that old Todd quite £2000. The is a vacant place in the Hutches that I could turn int an office. Hang me, if I don't do it. I will make that little chirping grasshopper jump to some purpose I'll warrant," and he chuckled at the idea.

Just then Mr. Todd returned with the will, and befo he could begin to make any explanations his employ cut him short with a sharp order to read the gist of it

This the lawyer went on to do. It was very shor and, with the exception of a few legacies, amountin in all to about twenty thousand pounds, bequeathed the testator's vast fortune and estates, including his (by far the largest) interest in the great publishin house, and his palace, with the paintings and othe valuable contents, known as Pompadour Hall, to his nephew, Eustace H. Meeson.

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Very well," he said, when the reading was finished now give it to me."

Mr. Todd obeyed, and handed the document to h patron, who animo revocandi-deliberately rent into fragments with his strong fingers, and then com