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22 WIZARD WILL, THE WONDER WORKER.
“Now, Will, we must take a carriage, for I am a trifle lame, from
the effects of az old wound when I was a soldier in the Mexican war,
and a passing hack was called, and the two entered it. :
ving at the tenement-house the gentleman bade the driver wait,
aud then he followed Will up the dingy flights of stairs to the top
oor. ote
_ Opening the door of the sitting-room, Will: ushered his guest
in, and Mra. Raymond arose from her easy-chair at sight of a
stranger. . : .
She looked pale and thin, bot yory beantiful. and her face sightly
flushed as she saw her 3on with the visitor... °.
‘ This is my mother, My. Ivey, and this, my littlo sister Perini.
Mother, this gentleman haz been most kind tome,” und Will Scura-
duced his visitor with the sass of one double his years.
_The visitor seemed amazed at the lovely woman he behets: hefore
ha and instinctively he knew that he was in the presente of 4
He bowed low, and advancing held out his hand, while he said :
You must pardon my intrusion, Mrs. Raymond; but { waas0 -
fortunate this morning as to find a three-dollar gold-piece.
‘It caught my eye, as it glittered upon tho pavement, and
picking itup I saw that it had a hole in it, so attached it to my witch
_ “A moment after I beheld one I recognized as the owner coming in
search of it, and thusI made the acquaintance of your noble boy, and
hence took the occasion to also meet you and his sister.”’
Mrs. Raymond was touched by the words of the visitor, and there ~
was that in his face that seemed to impress her, and sho said:
“You are very welcome, sir, though ours is but a poor home for
visitors, and. I have been an invalid for some little time ;- but
may Lask, as my son introduced you as Mr. Ivey, if you are not
Colonel Richard Ivey, who was known as Dashing Dick Ivey of the
Dragoons in the Mexican war ?”’
“Why yes, madam, that. was my name, when years ago I'wes a
cavalry officer; but have we met before that you recognize me ?”
“No, sir, but when.a girl I kept a scrap-book, and yours was
emong the pictures that I took froma paper and put in ‘it, and often
have 1 looked over the book and your face has but little changed, so
¥ recalled it upon hearing your name.” .
“You are very kind, my dear madam, and this is another link of
friendship between us that-you should remember me as a soldier, and
I hope yoa will look upon me from this day as on old friend, one who
tmows your sufferings and your needs, for I have heard all from Will,
nnd I intend to do for you just what I would have done for a sister
of mine were she in distress,’’ and into the hearts of the mother and
her children came a joy that had not known for many a long day, and
all through Will Raymond’s losing his three-dollar gold-pieco on
Thanksgiving Day. : ;