IN HIGH LIFE.
stead of turning to the left for Saratoga, we turned to the
right for Albany, the grand office being in that place.
On arriving in Albany, I went to a well known fam¬
ily there—that of Mr. R. K. I was received and
treated by this family in such a way as, should I live
thousands of years, I never could enough express my
gratitude to them for their kindness.
At nine o'clock I went down to the office, where the
first of the officers I met was Mr. F. I was requested
to come back on Monday morning. I went, and was
again requested to call on Tuesday. While sitting
there, I saw the old woman whom I before spoke of
as having been so much afflicted, talking to Mr. F.,
and crying very sorely. After they had settled with
her, she came along and told me she hoped they would
do better by me than they had done by her, as she lost
her all and got little or nothing for it.
On telling me the amount she received, I was really
ashamed for the company who could treat a poor old
woman in such a manner, but at once determined they
should not treat me so meanly. Their will was good,
but thanks to my own perseverance, they could not.
I went on Tuesday as requested, when they told me
Mr. W was not yet returned from Lake George. I
went again on Wednesday, when I found him at home.
He was a tall, thin gentleman, with jet black hair
and dark eyes—had the appearance of one who would
think a good deal and say but little. I at once read
the man's heart, and read it well, as I was not disap¬
pointed. He sent me again to Mr. F.'s apartment,
who wished me to call again, but I told him I had
my customers in Saratoga, and must go on there. He
sent me back to Mr. W again, who decided to give