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answer came, it was presumed the informa-
tion was incorrect.”

“ Where is he now?” asked Bunting.

“He is dead.”

“What! Dead?”

“Yes. A letter came, some weeks after
we wrote to you, from St. Louis, which
proved to be from his sister, and to that
place he immediately proceeded. Soon after
arriving there, he died. He left, in money,
about ten thousand dollars, all of which
passed, by a will executed before he left
this city—for in his mind there was a
presentiment of death—to his new-found
relative.” ? ,

“ He was my uncle!” said Bunting.

“Then, by not attending to our letter,
you are the loser of at least one-half of the
property he left.”

Bunting went home in a very sober mood
of mind. His aunt and himself were not
on good terms. In fact, she was a widow
and poor, and he had not treated her with

the kindness she had a right to expect.