fHWIHillllHI H t till 1 'I
I TbB Doctor's Wife
BY MISS A. C BRADDOM
CHArTER X. (Continued.)
"r loved my mint very dearly, Mr.
LanHdell," she mild; "ho dcnrlyi that I
could endure n great deal for her sake!
but X cannot endure the insolence of her
on.,'Jr
And tlien she swept out of tho room,
leaving her cousin stnndlng alone in, a
nunllt window, with the spring breezes
blowing In upon him, and the Hlirill yoke
of Hi woman crying primroses souriding
in the strett below.
He went home, dispirited, dlshcarted
edo.donbtful of himself, doubtful of nil
the world; and early the next morning he
received a letter from hi cousin, coolly
releasing him fronl IiIh engagcmeiit. The
experience of yesterday hnd proved tht
theky were unHiilted to each other, she
itnijl; it wax better that they Hhould part
now, while It waH possible for them
1o hart friends. Nothing could bp .'mora
digtlified or more decided thai! the dfci
nilAnl. ' !
Mr. Lnhsdoll put the letter in his
brut; the pretty perfuuied letter, the
elegant, Jadyllke letter,, which recorded
lilHpHentence without n bloj or a. blister,
without one uncertain line to mark where
the" hand hail trembled.
The hand' iriay have trembled, never
theless; for Gwendoline wuh just the
woman to write n dojien copicH of her
lette;; rath.o,r than sepd one that bore the
faintest evidence of her. weakness. Ho-
lanii put the letter in his breast and re-
-.II...! 1.1.' t S t m .
hum put
idgned li
great dc
mmxcu 10 nis late, lie was a
grent deal too proud to" nnoenl nirninst
hitflcousln1 decrcer but he had loved her
very sincerely, and If she had recalled
bitn, he would have gone hack to her and
wojild have forgiven her.
He lounged and dawdled away' his
time in drawing rooms and boudoirs, on
moonlit balconies, in shadowy orange
grove, beside the rippling A mo, in the
colonnades of Venice, on the Parisian
boulevards, under the llino trees of Ber
lin, In any region where there was life
nnd(lx:olor and gnycty, and the bright
ness fbeautiful faces, nnd where a
auan.f.yi nnturally gloomy temperament
Unlghorgi't lbnself ,and. be aiuimcd.
Mr. Lansdell's life abroad whb neither
a good nor useful one. It was nu artl
,ficiT,fc(n( of existence, with spurious
brlllnn5y-t n life Whose brightest mo
talents -but poorly compensated for the
dbimnl reaction that followed them.
; -Now, tin the bright July sunshine
Gwendoline and her cousin lounged upoai
the lawn, and talked of old pleasures
and old nequdhitnnces, and tho things
,that happened' ttl them when they were
'yJung. If the lady ever cherished any
hopethaf 'Udlaml would 'return 'to ' his
aljegianco, that hope wan now utterly
ivnuishod. - Ile hair forgiven' her for nil.
(the past, nnd they are friends and firsjti
(cousins ngnln;, but there is no room .for,
Jiope that they can ever be again what
niiey. iinvc neen. a man wno can vor
(glvo' so 'generously must have long censed
,to love; that strange madness, so nearly"
allied to hatred, nnd jealousy, nnd rage.
nnd despair, has no kindred with forgive
ness, Gwendoline knew that her chance
wns gone, ana there was a secret bitter
indss in her heart when she thought of
lit, and she was jealous of her cousin's
jregard, nnd exacting in her manner to
him.
i 'Gwendoline catechised him rather
closely ns to' what he had don6 with
himself upon the previous afternoon; and
;Jie told her very frankly that he ,had
strolled Into Hurstonlelgh Grove to see
Mr. Raymond, and had spent an hour or
'two talking with his old friond, while
Mtv and iMr,H.AGilber.t and the. children
untfvy.wjjtlmmclxesi nnd; prcpar.od ft rus
tie tea. . 4, t
"It wns yery pretty,. Gwendoline, I as
sure you," he said. "Mrs. .Gilbert nindo
!tea and we drank it in' n Raiding stato;
aiill ' the two' children were all of' a
'rtoy rridlhuce with bread and butter.
The doctor seems to be rih excellent fel
jlow.!' ' i
j "Oh, the doctor! that's Mr. Gilbert, is
It oiotiV said Gwendoline; "and whflt tjo
yq'u ' tYil,nk. of bis -wife, Roland?, . You
'must have formed some opinion npon
that subject, I should think, by the
manlier' hi which you Btnfed at heri"
, "'Dill I 'staro'lit her?" cried Mr.- Lans
dell, with supreme carelessness. "1 dare
iBay did; .1 always stare at pretty wom
en. Yes, I admire Mrs. Gilbert, nnd 1
like to look at her. I don't suppose she's
ny hotter thnn other people, but she's
k grent deal prettier A beautiful piece
)t animated wax work, witli a little ma
. l(bQry..insidp, just, enough, Jo, make, ono
jaj'j 'XiWK If vv)u please,' tiu 'No, thank
yoiU..A,ovely nonentity with yellow
blncK QJ'ef.. 1Dj(1(ypu observe Jier eyes?"
'''No!" 'GwehdOline nnswerevd shnrply;
"Ilds6rVpd nothing exceptHhnt sho wns
n 'eVv' dow'dy booking 'p6rsoi. Whrft is
Mvitnyinohd'8 moUVe"for 'takiiig' her
up? He's always taking up some extra
ordinary person." , ,
."But Mrs. Gilbert is ndtii extrnordj
linry person; she's very stupid nnd coin
monplncc. Sho wns nursory maid or
nursery governess,, or somothing of tlint
kind, to thnt dear good Knymonu's pen
niless njetjeB." ' '
There wnaino. inore.enidiaboutlLr., nnd
Mrs. Gilbert. Gwendoline ididinot oare
,to inlk nbout these common people, who
came across her dull pnthwny, nnd rob
bed her of Borne few accidental rays of
tbdtolsUrwhichas'nowi'the on,y f"!!
ancecuponjqsrfhfoc herrthe light of fher
coiyfin'8 preece ..v mi..' ja
-Ift b3ydrae,nhft puRhlrs
he Mt'ln thB.BUinmcr .twiligbt,..wntchlng
lier cousin strolling on the lawn, looking
uo tired so tired of himself and every-
4 4-M IIHH1 H 1 HUM MMt.
thing in the world. "He loved me once;
it is something to remember that."
CHAPTKH XI.
While Mr. Lausdcll rempmberel Isabel
Gilbert ns n pretty automaton, who had
simpered and blushed when he spoke to
her, nnd ntimmorcd shyly when ;she. wns
called upon to answer, him, the doctor's
wjfc walKcd up it tid down the uat com
mqnplace garden at Graybridge, and
thought of her blrfhdny afterhoon In n
rapturous dtiy dream; a dangerous day
dream, in which Bolnnd Lansdell's dark
face shone dazzling and beautiful. Was
)t wrong to think of him 7 She never
anked hcrfclf that question.
One day one never-to-be-forgotten
day, which made a kind of chasm in
Iter life, dividing nil the past from the
present and the future she sat on her
old seat under the great oak tree, bt'sido
the creaking mill wheel and the plash
ing water; she sat In her favorite spot,
With Shelley on her lap nnd the green
pnrnsol over her bend. She had been
Hitting there for n long time in thodrow.
py midday atnioHphe.ro. when a. great
dog came up to her and (stared at her,
and snuffed nt her hands, rind made
friendly advances to her; nnd then nn-'
other dog, bigger if nnytliihg, thnn the
firsts cnlho bouncing over a stile nnd
bounding townrd her; nnd then n volee
whoso sudden sound made .her drop her
book all confused and frightened, cried,
"HI, Krollo! this way, Frojlo." And in
the next nl! ml to a gentleman, followed by
a third dog, came along the nnrrow
bridge that led straight to the bench on
which she was sitting.
Her parasol bad fallen back as she
stooped to pick up her book, and Roland
Lansdell could not nvoid seeing her face.
He thought her very pretty, but he
thought her also very stupid; and he had
clean forgotten ills talk nbout her com
ing to Mordrod.
"Let me pick up the book, Mrs. Gil
bert," ho said. "What a pretty place
you have chosen lor your morning s
rest! This is a fnjorlte spot of mine."
lie looked nt the Open pages of. the book
an he handed it to her, and saw the title,
and glancing at another book on the seat
near her, he recognized the fnmilinr
green cover nlid beveled edges of the
"Alien." A man nlwnys knows the
cover ot uu own hook, especially
when the work has hung rather heavily
on the publisher's, .hands.
"You nre fond of Shelley," he said."
"Oh, yes, I nm very, very fond of him.
Wnsn't it a pity that he was drowned?"
She spoke of that calamity as if it had
been an event of the last week or two.
These things were nearer to her than
all thnt common business of brenkfnst
nnd dinner and supper which made up
her daily life. Mr. Lausdcl shot n
searching glance at her from under cover
of his long lashes. Was this feminine
nffectation, or what?
"Yes. it was a pity." he said: "but I
fnncy we're beginning to get over the
misfortune. And so you like all that
dreamy, misty stuff?" lie added, pointing
to the open book which Isabel held in
her hands.
"I think it Is tne most benutiful poetry
that was ever written," she said.
4'Better than - Byron's?" asked Mr.
Lnnsdell. "I thought most young ladies
mado Byron their favorite."
"Oh, yes; I love Byron. But then he
makes one so unhappy, because one feels
thnt he was so unhappy when he wrote.
Fancy his writing lute nt night, after
being out at parties, where everybody
adored him; nnd if he hadn't written it
he would have Bone mad," said Mrs. Gil
bert, opening her eyes very wide. "Head
ing Shelley's poetry seems like being
among birds and ilowers and blue rip
pling water nnd summer. It always
seems summer in his poetry. Oh! I don't
know which I like beat."
Wns nil this affectation, or was it only
simple childish reality? Mr. Lansdell
was so much given to that dreadful dis
ease, disbelief, that he was slow to ac
cept even the evidence of those eloquent
blushes, the earnest shining light in
those wonderful eyes, which could
scarcely be nssumed at will, however
skilled in the light comedy of everyday
life Mrs. Gilbert might be.
Mr. Lnnsdell and his dogs lingered
for some considerable time under the
shadow of the big oak. Mr. Lnnsdell
was amused by Isnbel's tnlk; nnd he led
her on very gently, till her shyness van--ished,
.nnd she dared ,to. look up at his
face ns she. spoke to hiu; and he attuned
ills own talk to the key of hers, and
wandered with her In the Valhalla of her
heroes,' from Eugene Aram to NapolcOn
Bonaparte. But in the midst of all this
she looked all in n Hurry nf the little
Silver watch th'at George had giveu her;-
and loutui that It was past three.
"Oh, I must go, if you please," she
saidf "I hnve: been out ever since 11
o'clock, nnd we dine at half past 4."
'VLet me (carry youri books a "little
way for you. then," ;sald Mm Lansdcll.
IBut are (voU going that way?"
: A'YwVthat IsitJio veryiwayrl ,niu K0.
Inc. I suppose you often strqll as, fnr
lis ThiirstiinV C.rmr't" .
.m SLJZKii ..-i
, ji mi i lop .ion
il -Walk.' and it is so nrettv." '
-?It is pretty'.' Mordred is' quite as neaf
to'tyou,. though-' nnd th'liikthHtou
ouldollka the gardens' 'ft tl' Mordred)
thflre nre rums, .you .lfnow,. ud It's alto
gether very romantic I , will, give ou
and Mr. Gilbert n key, if you would like,
to come there sometimes. Oh, by the
bye, I hope you hnven't forgotten your
promise io come to luncheon and see tht
pictures, nnd nil thnt sort of thing."
No, Isabel had not forgotten: her fnco
Hushed suddenly nt the thought of this
rapturous vjstn opening before her.
"Then will you ask Mr. Gilbert to nc-
cent nn uuccrcnionlous Invitation, nnd to
bring you to the l'rlory to luncheon
say next Tuesday, ns thnt will give me
time to invito by Cousin Gwendolino
hnd your old friend Mr. Itnyniond, nnd
the two little girls who nre so fond of
you?"
Isabel murmured something to the ef
fect that she would be very happy, nnd
she was sure her husband would be very
happy.
CHAPTER XII.
The Tuesday wns a fine day. Tho
August sunshine the beautiful harvest
time sunshine, which was rejoicing ttib
he'artH of nil the farmers, awoke Mr.
Gilbert very early. She was going to
Mordred. Priory. For once she forgot to
notice the ugliness of the shabby furni
ture, lie bare whitewashed wnlls upon
which her eyes opened. She wns going
to' Mordred Priory.
How pretty the village of Mordred
looked In the sleepy August ntmosphere.
How beautiful everything looked just nt
the entrance to the village, where there
was a long straggling inn with n top
hc'nvy roof, all dotted over with impos
hlble little windows, a dear old red-tiled
roof, with pouters and fantnlls brooding
and cooing to themselves in the sunshine,
and yellow. stone-crop creeping here and
there it) patches of gold! J
Isabel aliriost trembled ns Mr. Gilbert
got out of tW'glg and pulled the iron
ring that hung nt the end of a long chniu
on one side of those formidnble onken
gates. It seemed like ringing at tho
door of the past, somehow; and the doc
tor's wife half expected to see quaintly
costumed servants, with long points to
their shoes and strange pnrtl-colored gnr
ments, nnd a jester with n cap nnd bells,
when those great gates were opened. But
the person who opened the gntes was
only a very harmkss old woman, who
inhabited some stony chambers on one
fcide of the ponderous archway; and in
the next moment Mr. Lansdell .came out
of t lie porch and hade his visitors wel
come to Mordred.
"I am kO glad to see you! What a
lovely morning, is it not? I'm afraid
you must linve found the roads rathet
dusty, though. Take care of Mr. Gil
bert's horse, Christie; you'd better put
him into one of "the loose boxes. You
see my dogs know you, Mrs. Gilbert."
A liver-colored pointer nnd n grent black
retriever were taking friendly notice of
Isabel. "Will yon come to see my pic
tures at once? I expect Gwendoline and
her father, and your friend Mr. Raymond
nnd the children presently."
There was no special brillinncy or elo
quence in nil this, but it sounded differ
ent to other people's talk, somehow. The
languid, lingering tones were very cor
dial, in spite of their languor; and then
how splendid the speaker looked in his
loose black velvet morning coat, which
harmonized so exquisitely 'with the hues
of his complexion.
Mr. Lansdell led the way into n room
beyond which there were other rooms
opening one into tho oilier in a long vista
of splendor and sunshine. Isabel had
only a Very fuint idea of what she saw in
those beautiful rooms. It wns nil n
confusion of brightness nnd color, which
was nlmost too much for her poor senti
mental brnin,
They nil went downstairs presently,
nnd were ushered into nn oak-pnneled
room, where there was an oval table laid
for luncheon, and where Isabel found
herself sented presently on Mr. Lnns-
dell's right linnd, and opposite to Gwen
doline Pomphrey.
This wns life. Mrs. Gilbert
hnd a very vague iden of the nature ot
the viands which were served to her nt
thnt wonderful fenst.
"Shnll we go into the garden?" snld
Gwendoline, ns they rose from the ta
ble, and everybody assented; so presently
Isabel found herself amidst n little group
upon the miniature lawn, in the center
of which there wns n broad marble basin,
filled with goldfish, ami a feeble lit tl a
fountain that made a faint tinkling
sound in the still August atmosphere.
Mr. Lansdcll and his guests had been
talking of all manner of things; (lying
clT at tangents to nil kinds of unlucky
subjects, till they hnd come, somehow
ax other, to discuss the question of length
of dnys.
"I can't sny that I consider long lifa
nn inestimable blessing," said Roland,
who was amusing himself with throw
ing minute morsels of macaroon to the
goldfish. "No, we are not a long-lived
race. We have been consumptive. Very
few of us have ever lived to see a forti
cth birthday."
"And how is your doom to be brought
nlKut, Roland.'' asked Gwendoline.
"Oh, that's all settled," Mr. Lansdell
answered ; "I know my destiny."
"It has been predicted to you?"
"Yes."
, "Pray tell us the story,"
"Well, I'll tell you the story, if yon
like, said Roland; "but I warn yot
that, there's not much in it. I don't sun-
pose any Of you take much interest r
criminal enses; but this one mndo rntho
a sensation at the time."
(To ba continued.)
Knew His Paulino.
A letter tells of a minister's son who
nul been so disobedient at table that
io' was banished to a small table by
himself, to eat ,there until he should
repent jnd reform. He could not even
Join hi the, family grace, but was' told
to Uny grace nt 'hfs b.wn little table.
So from Ids store of Scripture selec
tipns he closq thty: "Oh, Lord, I thai
Tlj'ee tlm'f 'iWi bpi&t prepnred a tnl
fdr ihe'hi' 'the presence of mine er
thank
tablo
presence of mine ene-
mlesVChrlBtlan Register.
1 Dend-gnme sports are anything" but
dead ones. .. .,.,., udiU!
tn f. - - t. f .f..B..t. . .......... .. .
T
GOOD
tofies
The Shah of Persia 1h said to have
aiico told the Duchess of Westminster
tlin,t the fame of her beauty nnd
reached Teheran. "Ah," said she to
joint one who stood by. "be takes me
for Westminster Abbey."
The story Is told of a well-known
man who, not linding bis wife, went
DUt Into the kitchen where the laun
dress wns busy witli the family linen,
and iiKinlied: "Bridget, do you, know
anything of my wife's whereabouts?"
'Yls. sor," replied Bridget, "I put lliein
in the wash."
Sydney Smith loved to tell a good
story; and one that haunted ills bi'.iln
and tickled his sides for weeks was
that of a tame magpie in n church
thnt suddenly descended on the reading-desk
nnd strove to fly off with the
sermon, and of the desperte struggle
that ensued between the bird and the
preacher the congregation all in fa
vor of the bird.
A story is told of the wonderful cure
from deafness of a patient who was
recommended to hear n Wagner opera,
and to sit near the orchestra by the
trombones. The physician accompanied
his patient, and sat beside him. Sud
denly, while the crash of the instru
ments was at its loudest, the deaf .nan
found he could hear. "Doctor," he al
most shrieked, "I can hear!" The doc
tor gave no sign that he noticed the
remark. "I tell you, doctor," repeated
the patient, In ecstasy, "you have
invert me! I have recovered my hear
ing." Still the physician was silent.
He had become deaf himself.
Shortly after Gariield's death, a
prominent politician made nn address
upon the life of the statesman before
a school. When he had finished, he
said: "Now, can any of you tell me
what a statesman is?" A little hand
went up, and a little girl replied: "A
tatesman is a mnn who makes
peeches." "Hardly that," answered
the politician, who loved to tell this
story. "For instance, I sometimes
make speeches, aud yet I am not a
Btatesmnn." The little hand again
went up, and the answer came, trium
phantly: "I know; n statesman is a
man who mnkes good speeches!"
A private was brought up one morn
ing for a summary. Ills listless eyes
were aliout the only evidences of his
pievlous night's offense. "Now," snid
the captain, "you mny plead what you
like," but the culprit noticed that the
japtain was already looking up the
blue book for the fine. " 'Sdamn out
rage," replied the accused nien. "Ten
dollars and ten days," said the cap
tain; "what have you got to say now?"
used. "Ten dollars more," said the
captain; "I'll just give you just one
more chance to defend yourself.
Sno use, captain," came the reply,
with considerable feeling; "you're too
good at repartee for me."
When the father of the present Czar
?f Russia, after the death of his minis
ter of linance, could find r.o successor
among the aristocratic clique, he re-
elved Serglus Witte in audience. The
following authentic nrul highly chnrac-
tertistlc dialogue followed: "1 appoint
vou herewith my minister of nuances.
By the way, I learned, Mr. Witte, that
you are single." "Excuse me. sire,"
?xclaimed the hero of Portsmouth.
But the Czar said quickly and with
Irritating emphasis: "Then, 'tis un
derstood, you are single." Mr. Wltte's
wife, who divorced her first husband,
i Jewish banker, to share the destinies
ar the Russian Colbert, as ho is called
by his numerous admirers, does not
xlst for the imperial court. .
MIGRATION TO AMERICA.
n It Is Viewed by a London Daily
NewMimpcr.
The human Niagara (lowing from all
lands into the United States is, if
mere volume is considered, the most
remarkable phenomenon of the sort
known to history. In U04 Sl'J.STO Im
migrants landed on the shores of the
States, an average of nearly 100,000
every week; or more than 12,000 the
population of a decent sized town
every day. But this Hood of Iinmigra
Hon is of a very mixed and doubtful
quality. It is made up largely of the
cheap races of Europe; nearly one
fourth could neither read nor write;
the vast majority of them had only a
few coins in their pockets. The bulk
of these, immigrants poured Into the
great cities and settled down there as
a sort of human sediment, under con
ditions which recall the Ghetto of an
cient Rome. They congest the jails
nnd the insane asylums of the United
Beates, with social and political ideals
of tlwlr own, and refuse to melt into
the genera population. In his last
report the commissioner of Immigra
tion laments almost tearfully over "the
failure of the government to provide
for the distribution of aliens through
nit the United States," and he charges
foreign powers wjtb "upending large
:: Sbott Q.
sums of money nnd employing man
ngents In the business of keeping tbcl
subjects together as separate colonic
on American soil nnd preventing then
melting Into the common citlzenslilf
of the United States. TJie unstable
element In the politics of the United
States is simply the dyspepsia caused
by so much undigested, not to say tin
digestible, material in its population.
The immigration into Canada, as fat
as volume is concerned, Is only a rip
ple compared with thnt flowing into
the United States, but It is a ripple
which may well become a tide. Can
ada Is being advertised as though It
were a patent medicine. Its agencies
are scattered all over Europe; they In
vade tho United States Itself, and
hist year persuaded no fewer than
lo.OOO settlers to give up the exhaust
ed farm laudH of Now England and ot
some of the western states and betake
themselves to Manitoba.
Canada does not spoon-feed her im
migrants. Sho does not buy them.
The. average cost to tho Dominion 19
a little over 1 per head for each set
tler, and this Is mainly expended in
advertising. But If money Is not
wasted on the immigrants, nothing
else is denied them. The government
clothes itself to nn almost amusing
degree with all the functions of a
Providence for the great host, of In
tending settlers crowding into iti
ports. A great steamboat with l.oOO'
immigrants on board moors, for ex
ample, alongside the port of Quebec.
The immigrants are marched in pro
cession down a long passage, and
betwixt narrow railings they aro
checked, classed, and medically exam
ined almost without being conscious
of the process. Long trains witli open
doors are waiting along the platform,
and, In a period of time, incredibly
brief, the immigrants, in family
groups, are packed Into the train and
move off.
When the destination is at ' last
reached there are government agents,
with maps of tho district and vehicles
in which to drive the Intending set
tler round to make his choice. At n
cost of time and money incredibly
small the Immigrant Is then planted
on his homestead block, or his quarter
section, of purchased land, and finds'
himself practicing the rudiments of
fnrmlng; while the government con
tinues to watch over him, supply him
witli paternal advice and encourage
ment nnd, If necessary, seed corn1
everything, indeed, except cash. W-
H. Fitchett, in the London Dally Mall.
INTERVIEWS THE PRESIDENT.
Girl Representative of Australian
Paper TcIIh Kxpcrlcnce.
An Austrnllan girl has succeeded
in "interviewing" Mr. Roosevelt for
the British Australian. This is bet
account of the incident, says the St.
James Gazette:
In a little while I was summoned
to the audience chamber, where, af
ter waiting nbout two minutes, a kind
of whirlwind danced into the room,
an electrical, breezy atmosphere em
veloped every corner of my conscious
ness. I heard a laughing voice say,
"I'm delighted to see you, delighted!"
and ray hand wns grasped by Theodora
Roosevelt, President of the American
republic.
How that man exudes vitality and
cheerfulness and sunshine! How such
a man is wanted in Australia, where,
pessimism is the national keynote!
Dressed in a well-cut frock suit of
light gray, he looked exactly like an
Englishman until lie spoke. Then all
the world might know he was an
American. He laughed most of tho
time, even when he said to me, "I
don't give interviews for newspapers
to any living soul." lie told me to
"sit right down," and talked about tho
"Allen Restriction act" of Australia
and our "declining birth rate.". You
people must do one or the other," ho
said, laughingly, "eltner let the world
enter your gates or keep your cradles
lull. But I take the keenest interest
in those grent commonwealths beyond
the South seas Australia and New
Zealand particularly New Zealand.'1;
He held a toy commonwealth Hag In
his band, which some extraordinary
humorous Australian had "presented
him with on behalf of the nation."
He Is as quick as lightning. I put
a few questions quickly to him. Ho
was Just as quick and told me, laugh
ingly, that he couldn't answer me.
Just then a solemn-looking man en
tered nnd announced thnt Baron Some
Iwdy, ambassador of somewhere, was
waiting. "All right, send him into
the otlice," said the President.
Then turning to me he lnughed
good-humoredly. "I hope to come to
Australia some, day!" he told me. "I
don't know of any ono who would bo
more welcoine," said I, as we shook
hahds and said good-by. He told me
what a pleasure It was to meet mo
and If the recording angel dropped u
tear he must have smiled also.
An Unavoidable Delay.
Owner of automobile (to chaulTour)
"Have you any recommendation from
your last employer?
'Chauffeur No, sir; but I guess I can
get ono In the course of a month or so.
"Why the delay?"
"He's in the hospital." Llfo.
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