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stantly withdrawn. In broad, black characters was the word tempter written on his face! How was it possible for any one to look thereon, and not read the warning inscription!
Soon after, he withdrew into the bar-room, and the landlord came and took a seat near me on the porch.
"How is the Sickle and Sheaf coming on?" I inquired.
"First-rate," was the answer—"First-rate."
"As well as you expected?"
"Better."
"Satisfied with your experiment?"
"Perfectly. Couldn't get me back to the rumbling old mill again, if you were to make me a present of it."
"What of the mill?" I asked. How does the new owner come on?"
"About as I thought it would be."
"Not doing very well?"
"How could it be expected, when he didn't
