Tracy Park

SE, NEW YORK,

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shall take the train for Shannondale at 3 p

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e out one October morning, and despatched to the Hon. Frank Tracy, of

ost touched the ground in the rear, and he could scarcely stand upright in the chamber where he slept, Mr. Frank Tracy was a great man now, and as he dashed along the turnpike behind his blooded bays, with his driver beside him, people looked admiringly after him, and pointed him out to strangers as the Hon. Mr. Tracy, of Tracy Park, one of the finest places in the county. It is true it did not belong to him, but he had

his property while he was gallivanting over the world; and if he objects that I have paid myself too much, why, I can at once transfer those investments in my name to him. No, it is not that which affects me so, it is the suddenness of the thing, coming without warning and to-night of all nights, when the house will be full of carousing and champagne. What will Dolly say! Hysterics of course, if not a sic

said 'I was going to the park anyway to tell Mrs. Tra

was a fresh cause of trouble and worry for Dolly, as he designated his wife when off his

as if the mention of that grave had sent Mr. Tracy's thoughts straying back

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re came an expression of regret for the mother who had died when

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s handsome face lighted up with childish joy, as he put the telegram in his pocket and started For Tracy Park, wonder

oarse clothes. 'Darn him! he ain't any better than I am, if he does wear velvet trousers and live in a big house. 'Taint his'n; it's Mr. Art

was wondering what effect his brother's return would have upon him. Would he be obliged to leave t

t, he will want somebody to keep his house for him, unless-' and here the perspiration started from every pore, as Frank Tr

was over at Tracy Park, and the party they were to give that night

gress, and so she has invited all creation and his wife. There's old Peterkin, the roughest kind of a canal bummer when Arthur went away. Think of my fastidious brother shaking hands with him and Widow Shipley, who kept a low tavern on the tow-path! She'll be there; in her silks and long gold chain, for she has four boys, all v

om his mind, and to be as calm and quiet as possible until lunch-time, when, with no very great amount of alacrity and cheerfulness, he started for home,