“New York.”
“Why. so do I. for the last twelve
months past, is ne supposed to oe on ms
travels round here?”
“I saw his name in a newspaper in Paris,
when we were both there, saying that he
stayed in the same hotel with us.”
“Great .Tuniter!” said Paul, sneaking
more than halt to himself. “I wonder it
that accounts for everything. It’s odd yon
have struck ou that. now. But then, you
knew about the names, and I didn’t.
What’s he reckoned to be worth, this Paul
Jones?”
"I should be puzzled to tell you,” the
millionaire answered lamely, with the
shame-faced braggart sensation return
ing. stronger than before. “1 have heard
him quoted often as a fifty-million man.”
“Scott:” said the painter. “D'ye think
it's true?”
“I—l believe so.”
“Well; he ought to be crucified! No
man's got the right to own a heap like that
and never offer to split it with his name
sakes. I thought I was the only ‘Paul
Jones’going—since the pirate's day—and
1 reckon there can’t be many of us. A
million a-piece couldn’t hurt him much,
among us. Anyway, if I fall across him.
I’ll put in my claim first, before the other
Joneses have time to get loafing round.
First come, first served.” He laughed
there, and then went on again, more seri
ously, “I couldn’t think it. of course, be
cause I didn't know it; but I wonder if it's
that what makes those British swells so
complacent with me? The Major’s a very
gleeful bird; but Captain Medhurst is an
other sort, and he’s been just as smooth as
cream, all along. I don't blame them,
mind you." he added, with hearty honesty.
