Now, unfortunately for the welfare of the community, there are some persons who, unwilling to make a living by honest industry, prefer to possess themselves unlawfully of means to maintain their unprofitable lives. Among them was a certain black-whiskered individual, who, finding himself too well known in New York, had sought the country, ready for any stroke of business which might offer in his particular line. Chance led his steps to Melville, where he put up at the village inn. He began at once to institute inquiries, the answers to which might serve his purpose, and to avert suspicion, casually mentioned that he was a capitalist, and thought of settling down in the town. As he was well dressed, and had a plausible manner, this statement was not doubted. Among other things, he made inquiries in regard to the manufactory, what dividends it paid, and when. Expressing himself desirous of purchasing some stock, he inquired the names of the principal owners of the stock. First among them was mentioned Colonel Preston. "Perhaps he might sell some stocks," suggested the landlord. "Where can I see him?" asked James Fairfax, for this was the name assumed by the adventurer. "You can see him here," answered the landlord, "in a day or two. He will be here the first of the month to receive his dividends." "Will he stop with you?" "Probably. He generally dines with me when he comes over." "Will you introduce me?" "With pleasure." Mr. Fairfax appeared to hear this with satisfaction, and said that he would make Colonel Preston an offer for a part of his stock. "Most of my property is invested in real estate in New York," he said; "but I should like to have some manufacturing stock; and, from what you tell me, I think favorably of the Melville Mills." "We should be glad to have you settle down among us," said the landlord. "I shall probably do so," said Fairfax. "I am very much pleased with your town and people." In due time Colonel Preston drove over. As usual, he put up at the hotel. "Colonel," said the landlord, "there's a gentleman stopping with me who desires an introduction to you." "Indeed! What is his name?" "James Fairfax." "Is he from this neighborhood?" "No; from the city of New York." "I shall be happy to make his acquaintance," said the colonel, courteously; "but it must be after I return from the mills. I shall be there a couple of hours, probably. We are to have a directorial meeting." "I will tell him." Colonel Preston attended the directors' meeting, and also collected his dividend, amounting to eight hundred dollars. These, in eight one-hundred-dollar bills, he put in his pocketbook, and returned to the hotel for dinner. "Dinner is not quite ready, colonel," said the landlord. "It will be ready in fifteen minutes." "Where is the gentleman who wished to be introduced to me?" asked Colonel Preston, who thought it would save time to be introduced now. "I will speak to him."