Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.
"YOU MUST DROP INTO MY ARMS. SEE?"
ANTHONY CRAGG'S
TENANT
BY
AGNES GIBERNE
AUTHOR OF
"GWENDOLINE," "THROUGH THE LINN," ETC.
WITH COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS BY
LANCELOT SPEED
LONDON
THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY
4 BOUVERIE STREET, and 65 ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. First Appearance of Mr. Dale
IX. What Mr. Peterson Had Said
ANTHONY CRAGG'S TENANT
CHAPTER I
First Appearance
of Mr. Dale
"ANTHONY! I say, Anthony! you're wanted. Make haste, will you? Folkscan't dawdle round the whole day while you're pottering aboutupstairs. What are you doing? Do you mean to come, or not?"
"All right, my dear," a man's voice said in the distance, not exertingitself.
Mrs. Cragg tapped her smart parasol on the dusty floor. Although herwords held a commanding sound, she was addressing her husband, and nota shop-boy. Mr. Cragg's better half had a reputation for smartness oftongue.
Generally she liked to make her exit at the private door, from whichbusiness was excluded; but for once she had gone round by thewarehouse, and had travelled down by the uncarpeted wooden staircaseat the back of the shop, to a door which led into a side street.At this door she had stumbled on two people, waiting patiently forattention—a tall man, wearing a shabby coat, and a girl.
Shabby people were objectionable in Mrs. Cragg's eyes. She countedherself a fine lady, and loved gay clothes, which she looked upon as amark of gentility. Mrs. C