CHAPTER XLVII.

Philip's first effort was to get Harry out of the Tombs. He gained

permission to see him, in the presence of an officer, during the day,

and he found that hero very much cast down.

"I never intended to come to such a place as this, old fellow," he said

to Philip; "it's no place for a gentleman, they've no idea how to treat a

gentleman. Look at that provender," pointing to his uneaten prison

ration. "They tell me I am detained as a witness, and I passed the night

among a lot of cut-throats and dirty rascals--a pretty witness I'd be in

a month spent in such company."

"But what under heavens," asked Philip, "induced you to come to New York

with Laura! What was it for?"

"What for? Why, she wanted me to come. I didn't know anything about

that cursed Selby. She said it was lobby business for the University.

I'd no idea what she was dragging me into that confounded hotel for.

I suppose she knew that the Southerners all go there, and thought she'd

find her man. Oh! Lord, I wish I'd taken your advice. You might as

well murder somebody and have the credit of it, as get into the

newspapers the way I have. She's pure devil, that girl. You ought to

have seen how sweet she was on me; what an ass I am."

Well, I'm not going to dispute a poor, prisoner. But the first thing is

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