than discussing, the "Craftsman," which they had just been reading. Both were so decidedly wrong, that it was hardly possible for human nature at twenty-two to avoid setting them right. The consequence was, that the one called him a fool, and the other offered to fight him. A mild, respectable-looking man interfered, and, pacifying the combatants, drew Walter into a corner, and began conversing with him pleasantly enough. The conversation was only a little interrupted by glances from the pretty hostess, who seemed anxious to attract the attention of the handsome young stranger.
"Why, it is later than I thought," exclaimed the stranger, as the clock struck. "Good night, my young friend—I dare say we shall meet again; and let me give you a word of parting advice—never interfere with what does not concern you."
A few minutes after his departure, Walter found that his purse was gone.
"I thought how it would be," cried the landlady; "but I could not catch your eye.
