The Intelligence Office
"And your terms?" asked the Intelligencer, after taking down the particulars with which the stranger had supplied him.
"Easy, abundantly easy!" answered the successful man, smiling, but with a stern and almost frightful contraction of the brow, as if to quell an inward pang. "I have been engaged in various sorts of business,--a distiller, a trader to Africa, an East India merchant, a speculator in the stocks,--and, in the course of these affairs, have contracted an encumbrance of a certain nature. The purchaser of the estate shall merely be required to assume this burden to himself."
"I understand you," said the Man of Intelligence, putting his pen behind his ear. "I fear that no bargain can be negotiated on these conditions. Very probably the next possessor may acquire the estate with a similar encumbrance, but it will be of his own contracting, and will not lighten your burden in the least."
"And am I to live on," fiercely exclaimed the strange