When and where can I see you on important business? Answer. BEVERLY MOLYNEUX, for THOMAS MOLYNEUX. Then he took a walk, and after half an hour called at the office again. The office was still engaged in calling Greensburg. Greensburg was eating its Christmas dinner. But at last Greensburg was called. Then Beverly received this answer:-- Whilthaugh has been dead more than a year. GREENSBURG. To which Beverly replied:-- Where does his wife live, or his administrator? To which Greensburg, having been called a second time with difficulty, replied:-- His wife is crazy, and we never heard of any property. GREENSBURG. With this result of his investment as a non-dividend member of the great Western Union Mutual Information Club, Beverly returned home, chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fancies. "There is no speech nor language," sang the choir in St. Matthews as he passed, "where their voice is not heard. Their line is gone out through all the earth--" And Tom heard no more, as he passed on. As he walked, almost unwillingly, up the street to the high steps of his father's house, Matty, out of breath, overtook him. "What have you found, Bev?" "Nothing," said the boy, moodily. And poor Matty had to confess that she had hardly more to tell. They came into the house by the lower entrance, that they need not attract their mother's attention. But she was on the alert. Even Horace and the younger children knew by this time that something was wrong. Horace's story about the strange man and papa was the last news of papa. Papa had not been at the bureau. The bureau people waited for him till two, and he did not come. Then Stratton had come round to see if he was to keep open any longer. Stratton had told Mrs. Molyneux that her husband had not been there since church. Where in the world was he? Poor Mrs. Molyneux had not known where to send or to go. She had just looked in at the Doctor's, but he was not there. Tom had appeared first to her tedious waiting. Tom would not tell her, but he even went and looked in on Newspaper Row, which he had been abusing so. For Tom's first thought was that a formal information had been lodged somewhere, and that his father was arrested. But Newspaper Row evidently was unsuspicious of any arrest. Tom even walked down to the old jail, and made an absurd errand to see the Deputy-Marshal. But the Deputy- Marshal was at his Christmas dinner. Tom told all this in the hall to Beverly and to Matty. Everything had failed, and papa was gone. Who could the man in the shaggy coat be? The three went together into the parlor. For a little, Matty and Horace and Tom and Beverly then made a pretence of arranging the tree. But, in truth, Mrs. Molyneux, in the midst of all her care, had done that, while they were all away. Dinner was postponed half an hour, and they gathered, all in the darkness, looking at the sickliest blaze that ever rambled over half-burned Cumberland coal.