ffi
by vr. e. Noar.:a
Lord Maines started up, overturning hit
chair. A rush of blood made Ills checks
crimson for a moment, and then ebbed
lowly sway, leaving thcra of a chalky
whiteness. For a full mlnnte he uttered
never a word; then he advanced slowly to
ward me from behind the table, trembling
a good deal. "Maynard, my dear fellow,"
aid he, quite quietly, "It is not possible
that you can be telling the truth. Some
body has played a foolish hoax upon
you."
And when I shook my head, "My1 good
sir," he went on, with rather more impa
tience, "I tell you that the thing Is Im
possible! You will allow me to know
something about my own son, I suppose.
Bracknell la what you please 1 never
called him perfect, God knowi!--but at
least he Is a man of honor. 'You don't
seem to take In that no honorable man
could act in the way that you describe."
"It Is not altogether unprecedented," I
ventured to observe.
"I don't care whether It's unprece
dented or not; Bracknell never did it It
he had been determined to marry this
this Isdy, he would have defied me and
done it in the light of day like a man,
knowing very well what the consequences
would be. But as lor slinking off with
her on the sly and betraying the confl
uence of his friend pooh I don't tell mel
If you brought the whole parish to swear
to it, I wouldn't believe it,"
I suppose he was really less Incredulous
than he professed to be, poor old fellow,
for presenUy he added: "And pray, where
did you get this precious piece of Informa
tion from?"
And then I told htm the whole story.
It was one of the most unpleasant things
that 1 have ever had to do in my life, and
when 1 had said my say I wanted to go
away and leave him; but he held me back,
gripping my arm tightly. So far he had
listened to me quietly enough, scarcely in
terrupting me, and only once or twice
muttering under his breath a word or two
which I could nut catch, but now on a
sudden bis anger burst forth In a storm of
disjointed, incobespnt sentences.
"I'll never see his face again neverl
You may tell him so from me. He has
chosen to bike his own way, and by the
Lord he shall have ill Not another penny
shall he have. I'll slop his allowance a
devilish handsome allowance, too! and
his debts, which 1 have paid again and
again, by George, without so much aa
grumbling fuol and his money but
he n Hud that I'm not quite the fool he
takes me for. Damn It all, sir! did you
come up here with the idea that you were
going to talk me over? You have got up
this scheme among yon you and that
girl- and old Turner, a man who owes
everything to me and thinks he can play
me such a trick with impunity, liut I'll
very soon let him see his mistake. lie
shall resign the living, ay sure as I stand
here I"
"I think you forget, Lord Staines," I
interrupted, "that 1, at least, can have
had no conceivable object In furthering
Hilda's schemes, if 1 had known any
thing about them, or had had any power
over them, 1 should have done my best to
put a stop to tbcm fur poor Jim Leigh's
sake."
"Yes, yes I know," he answered, with
a complete change of tone. "I beg your
pardon, Maynard; don't mind what 1 sa
about you; 1 didn't mean it I mean what
I say about Bracknell, though I'll never
peak to him again. Oh, Harry, that boy
has broken my heart! He knew it was
essential that he Bbould marry money
and then to ruin himself for the sake of
uch a girl as that. You needn't pity
Jim Leigh; he's well rid of a bud bar
gain." Very likely he wns, bnt unfortunately
there was no likelihood at all that be
would take tlutt view of the matter. I
was beginning to any as much, but the
words died away upon my lips; for at this
moment the door was thrown open and
Jim himself strode into the room. A
soon as I saw his face X perceived that
some one had been beforehand with me,
and that there was no longer any occasion
for me to consider in what words he might
bust be informed of Hilda's flight.
lie glanced rapidly at each of us In turn.
"It's true, then?" he excluimed.
Lord Staines wheeled round upon him
with an odd access of fury, "True! yes,
it's true enough. Why the devil shouldn't
it be true!1 Did you make the mistake of
supposing that my son was an honorable
man? Why, what a simpleton you must
be! I-I"
He stopped abruptly, stared at us for an
instant with fixed, glazing eyes, and then,
swaying forward, would have fallen on
kis face if Jim had not caught him.
Between us we lifted htin on to the sofa,
and then the servants were called, and
poor little Lady Mildred had to be tent
tor. I told her In as few words as possible
what was the cause of her father's seizure,
thinking it best that she should know the
truth; and, so far as I could Judge, she
was not very greatly surprised. 8h
kept her presence of ndnd admirably, dis
playing no agitation and doing what little
could be done until the doctor, came.
Later in the day a great London man
was telegraphed for; but our local practi
tioner confided to me that he would Dot
havs considered this step necessary la the
case of a patient of less exalted rank.
"Will he die, then?" 1 asked.
"Well, no," answered the doctor; "not
this time. But he will never be the same
again. I have told Lady Mildred that she
may exercise her own Judgment about
telegraphing to Lord Bracknell, but that
In my opinion he should not be allowed to
ne his father."
Jim and I left the house together. We
had hardly exchanged a word as yet, and
I did not like to begin; so that we walked
in silence as far as the park gates, where
our paths diverged; and there he came to
halt
"Goodby, Harry," said he; "I'm going
way to-morrow."
"The best thing you can do," I an
swered. "Is ltf I don't know. Anyhow, I can't
stay here. I shall go to India, or Austra
lia, or somewhere it doesn't much mat
tar. Harry, you are right: this world If
peopled by a set of rascalR and liars."
1 said tho world wns bad enough, but
'that 1 hud not brought quite so sweeping
a chnrge as that against it.
' "Oh, I thought you had, One thing I
know; 1 will never trust nmn or woman
again as longfes I live. But it. won't bear
talking alwrtit, and, after r.:t. what's the
good of talking? Goodby, Jrry."
He turned and walked , nay a few
paces, then suddenly facid about and
came back to) me. ' "Some day or other
we shall meet again, if I live,!' he said;
"bnt when that will be I can't toll. Don't
forget mo, old chap; 1 11 write to you when
I can."
And so we parted. I confess that I did
not take his words quite literally, and
f ully expected that he would bo over at
our house on the following day. But I
was disappointed. He left England, just
as he had said that he would do; Elmhurst
was shut up; its owner was lost sight of,
If not absolutely forgotten, by his many
friends, and it was years before I saw his
honest, kindly face again. , V
. CHAPTER VII.
The hero of this narrative is, of course,
Jim Lelgb. It is true that Jim is not
and never has been a particularly heroic
personage; still, so far as heroic writers
and readers are concerned, he stands, for
the time being, in that proud position,
and must abide by the consequences of it
One of these is necessarily the occurrence
of a considerable hiatus in the record of
his career; for what Is an unfortunate
writer to do when his hero disappears
into the Interior of Abyssinia, or the least
frequented provinces of India, and will
give no account of himself for months to
gether? If I onlynew something of the
circumstances under which, during all
those years, Jim slaughtered lions, tigers
and elephanta and bears in the happy
hunting grounds of three continents, I
should doubtless have many a thrilling
adventure to chronicle: but I could never
get anything but the most bald and
meager recital of his performances out of
him; nor do 1 dare to draw upon my im
agination, for my own sporting experi
ences do not extend beyond the shooting
of partridges and pheasants, and even
those I am yery apt to miss when flur
ried.
Unfortunately, too, Jim is one of the
worst correspondents I have ever had to
deal with. I did Indeed receive letters
from him with tolerable regularity; but
for any Information of interest that they
contained, they might as well have been
written upon the back of a postal card,
"it Is awfully hot here, but I have got ac
customed to it and don't mind. Yester
day we were very Incky, killing two fine
tigers; but our average so lar has been
hardly up to the mark." And so forth,
and so forth. That is scarcely the kind
of thing that one wants to hear from a
man who has quitted his native land in a
state of bitter disenchantment and misan
thropy, and who at the end of six years
ought surely to be much better or much
worse tlian when he started.
Jim never alluded to his misfortunes,
nor made any inquiry as to tho fate of
those who had caused them. I gener
ously gave him a few Items of intelli
gence wlthsut having been asked; but he
did not refer to them in his replies, and in
like manner he ignored my representa
tions that owners of landed property
ought not to be absentees for an indefinite
period. Once or twice be spoke vaguely
of coming home, but something always
occurred to make him postpone his re
turn, until, as 1 have said, he had been
wandering about the world for no less
than six consecutive years.
Now it came to pass that one hot after
noon in the height of the London season 1
had returned to my chambers, physically
and mentally exhausted, after an intel
lectual luncheon party, and was saying to
myself with very great truth and justice
that of all forms of sociul cruelty
luncheon purties arc the most wantonly
malignant, when a loud rat-rat, as from a
heavy stick, made me glance at the door,
through which, after an Instant of delay,
there strode into my presence a bill,
broad shouldered, bronzed individual, who
had Jim 1 A'igh'B eyes and nose, surmount
lug a black mustache and beard entirely
unknown to me. The nose, however, was
enoagh to swear by; and I don't know
when in the course of my life I have been
more delighted to behold a familiar and
prominent feature., 1 welcomed him with
a warmth which I hope was as agreeable
to him as It was sincere on my part, and
he smiled all over his face, quite like the
Jim of old; so that I freely forgave him
his beard.
"And now that you have come back at
last, yon mean to stay at home, like a re
spectable English country gentleman, I
trust," said 1, after 1 had made him com
fortable with on armchair and a cigar
ud somethiug cold to drink.
"Well I suppose so," he answered, ;
with a shade of hesitation. "To tell you
the truth. I'm utterly sick end tired of
foreign lands, and I -..should like nothing
1 tetter than to settle down fit Elmhurst
for the rest of my days."
"What should prevent you from doing
a you'-MAP You can't mean that you
haven't got over the trouble that drove ,
you away yet?" said I, for I thought we '
Lad better come to the point at once. I
"I believe 1 have got over it, I don't i
know for certain," he answered slowly.
' let lis talk alwut something else. Tell
tie all about yourself. "
So 1 told him all aliout myself, and his
elscrvaiio!is upon my literary achieve
lueuts.were flattering and discriminating,
though I think he was a little bit nervous
lest 1 should ask him whether he had read
t ly works. Then he went on to speak of
friends of, former yars,
"1'oor old Iird Staines is still alive, I
hear, ":he remarked.
"He is still alive," I replied, "and not
likely to die, so far as I know; but you
would Hardly recognize mm. un sunny
mornings one meets him in a bath chair
in the park, with Lady Mildred walking
beside him.. He doesn't talk much nowa
days, but be likes to see people, and he
seems to be quite happy when he is al
lowed to have his little grandson with
him. I told you that. he was reconciled
with the lirs-kndls long ago!"
Jim uodd'd. "And how do they get
on?" he Inquired, asking the question
witn souieiu ng ot au enort
"Many people are, curious to know," I
answered. "ThAt is, If you mean, how
do they numcgu u pay tneir way? They
are said to g t on together rather Indiffer
ently. On t .o other hand, Ihey have got
on In society with n success which leaves
nothing, or very Utile, to bo desired.
Lady Bracknell has ciinilicd to the very
top of tile tr j, and sits there In n gruceful
attitude to t ? guped itt by a inidtitiule of
admirers, f le likes nilmirntlon, as you
will rvniemr?r, and takes some pains to
obtain it. hhe Is very accessible, too, in
spite of her brilliant position, and If you
will go and call upon her in Wilton place
I am sure she will be glad to see you, and
will begin exercising her fascinations upon
you without loss of time,
"Don't!" s-.ld Jim.
But I went on all the same. "You had
better call upon her; I don't think she
will fascinate you, my dear Jim. Her
hair has ch nged color; it is a lovely
bronze now, but her comrjexion requires
no aid from art She dresses exquisitely;
he is addicted to privato theatricals, and
once or twice in the season she -makes her
father-in-law give a ball and receives his
guests for him, so that I.ady Mildred may
be free to remain by hiB side in case he
should want anything. When he snubs
her, as he dees every now and again, she
won't allow him to see little Lord Sun
ning for a day or two. That brings him
to his bearings, c J he has to go round to
Wilton place in his bath chair and apolo
gize." "I don't want to hear about her," said
Jim. He added presently; "I suppose
you sometimes see Bracknell, don't your"
I replied that 1 did. As a matter of
ftct, I had latterly been a good deal in
Wilton place, because I am credited with
a certain facility for drilling amateur ac
tors, and L'idy Brackuell had found me
useful In helping her to arrange the plays
with which sue was wont to entertain dis
tinguished audiences from time to time
"I wonder," said Jim, "whether he ever
feels sorry for having treated me as he
did. We used to lie friends, you know,
and and I don't think he can quite have'
realized what ' an injury he was doing
me."
That seemed likely enongh; but I woe
enable to say that I .had observed any
signs of an awakened conscience in Brack
nell. "I know exactly what will happen,"
I remarked. "You will be as great
friends as ever by the end of the week;
and before a fortnight is over he will have
borrowed a sum of mouey from you which
may probably be represented .by four fig
ures. What is the use of your trying to
bear malice, Jimp You ought to have
thrashed Bracknell six years ago. You
could have thrashed him without any
great difficulty; the process would have
been consolatory to you and salutary to
him. But insteud of doing that you
chose to expend your wrath slowly upon
unoneuuing Hons and tigers, and tho con
sequence is that you haven't a spark of it
left for home consumption. You are dy
ing to shake hands with your euemy now
you know you arc."
"I don't know that I am particularly
anxious to shake hands with him," said
Jim consideringly; "I would rather not
think of him as a traitor, Unit's all. You
see, it does make a dhXerence if a man
says he is sorry,"
I was beginning to point out that ex
pressions of sorrow must lie taken for
what they are worth, nntl that, although
It may be rigut to-panion u man who has
shamefully deceived you, it is extremely
foolish to put faith iu him again, when I
was interrupted by the entrance of a sec
ond visitor, and who should this prove to
be but Bracknell himself! .
It was an odd coincidence that brought
him to my t lambcrs on that afternoon of
all others; fo.- he hud never so far honored
me before; bat he had evidently not come
with any ide- of meeting Jim, whom he
glanced at with au impatient frown and
did not recognize. Jim was certainly al
tered, but Bracknell waB perhaps even
more so. He luul lost his good looks to a
great extent and carried more superflu
ous llesh tl.un he was entitled to at his
age. His constitution was a line one,
but I believe he mixed bis liquors In an
uppulliug manner, and one can't sit up all
night and every night, .playing cards,
without exhibiting truces of fatigue.
Jim stared ut him in u sort of conster
nation; no doubt the change in his for
mer friend was more apparent to him than
it wus to me. As he did not see tit to de
clare hhn'sc'.f, the duty of making him
known devolved upon uie. and 1 watched
with some i:..erest the demeanor of the
two men who were thus unexpectedly
brought face to face once more. Jim got
np slowly, looking very grave, and said,
"How do yo . do, Bracknell?" But Brack
nell burst in. a laugh and seized his old
school fellow by the hand.
"Jim Le: h, as I'm a living sinner!"
be exclalme . "Dear old-Jim! Where
on earth ha e you been concealing your
self for the last hundred years? Didn't
somebody tell me you were going in for
big game in central Africa or somewhere?
I wish I had been going with you! Let
me know when you start off again, and
I'll see if I cui't get out of this for a few
'Months. By Jovel what a relief it would
be I"
It was so evident that he had completely
forgotten the trifling circumstance of his
having once robbed Jim . of a wife
tlutt I was shaken by internal laughter,
and had to turn away to conceal my emo
tion; but Jim, I dare say, saw' nothing to
laugh at In s ich callousness. .
"I don't tb'nk I am likely to be making
any more expeditions of the kind yet
awhile," he answered coldly. "I have
stayed away from England too long as
It K."
"Have you?" said Bracknell, whose at
tention was already beginning to wander.
"Well, I don't know) England's s beastly
country to live in, unless 'one has about
30,000 a year, clear. You don't mind
niy smoking, do you, Maynard?"
I said I did not; and he added, lowering
his voice slightly, "I want just to have a
word or two with you presently, if you're
not busy."
Jim took this rather broad bint and put
on his hat. After I had ascertained his
address and had arranged a meeting with
him for the following day, he turned to
g! but Bracknell, starting out of a St of
abstraction, caught him suddenly by the
elbow with renewed cordiality.
"Going to stay in London for a hit?" he
asked. "You must look us np in Wilton
place, old chap. You know my wife?"
(TO mHTIXtlRD
LADV OF THE CLICKER.
Daily Rmihri and Heilzed ITp Dignity of
the Woman Who Telegraphs,
H occurred to a citizen the other day
on approiu'hing the fair telegrapher in
an uptown hotel that a woman in such a
place must often have her temper and
her fortitude taxed by thoughtless mem
bers of tho opposite sex.
The young woman in question was
possessed of a personal makeup that
would attract attention in a crowd, yet
through all the rush of business and hur
ry of work Kiie never once seemed con
scious of herself. Men came and went,
their messages were received, the words
picked off by the lead pencil measurer,
the charges announced, and her seat re
sumed without, as Francis Wilson has
it, her "moving a muscle or wincing a
wince. ,
To the Inquirer after facts she turned,
and for the first time raised her eyelids,
that disclosed a pair of sharp, honest,
blue gray eyes, fall of business, yet sug
gestive of a happy, laughing tempera
ment, if you only knew her outside her
"cage."
"Oh, no," she said, "w are too busy
for idlers, and always of necessity too
deeply interested in our work to allow
na to pass the 'conversation lozenge.
"There are those who fancy we are
here only to look pretty and impress the
gentleman guest with the idea that he
has delayed for a whole week to send a
telegram of utmost importance."
"This is not the case, however, and
the man most likely to forget himse'f
and bother us is not the fellow who
spends a quarter for an unnecessary telv
gram as an opener to conversation. We
see him, of course, occasionally, but his
business generally amounts to inquiry
as to the location of the perfectly visible
hotel desk or of the nearest postoffice or
letter box. We make short work of
him, and in a discreet way can force the
blush on him that sets him on his gen
tlemanly feet again.
"Others there are, and thank goodness
they form the great majority that rules,
whose business is transacted promptly,
politely and with an evident sense of the
fact that they are dealing with a lady.
These persons it is a pleasure to serve,
for there is no superfluous dialogue or
attempt at jesting, or suggestion of any
thing but the perfect gentleman.
"A boor gets loose at us once in a
while, to be sure, but we manage him
on the plan of 'the quiet answer that
turneth away wrath.' He's apt to be old
and gouty, and to find fault with us for
that his 'd arter hash t teUygraffed' him
since his arrival. On a suggestion to
such a one that perhaps his worthy girl
at home has not been informed of bis
stopping place in the metropolis, he is
frequently awakened to his own sense of
carelessness, and then rises the smile
that showB the good heart underneath,
and all is serene again.
"Yes, we work constantly, and we
must work well, for oftentimes much
depends on the correctness of our trans
mission; but we have no cranky over
seer, we are well paid for young wom
en, and our trials are fewer and not so
spirit rending as those that fall to the
lot of the saleswoman." New York Her
ald. The Yowmite Valley.
For every hundred persons living west
of the Mississippi river who have seen
8t. Peter's at Rome hardly ten, I think
it may be safely said, have visited the
Yosemite. Two small hotels in the val
ley are ample for all who may at any
ono time seek accommodations, and on
an average two coaches a day during the
season will carry all who seek convey
ance to that place of grandeur. One
thing is certain, the foreigner "doing"
the United States . seldom omits the
Yosemite; yet many an American tourist
traveling in California leaves the coast
in ignorance of the wonders and beauties
of tho famous region. On a beautiful
Sunday in May, out of sixty-five guests
at tho Stoneinan house over forty-five
were foreigners, most of them on a trip
around the world; and that proportion is
not unusual during the season. To the
foreign tourist the Yosemite ranks with
Niagara, and from those who have seen
the wonders of nature on every continent
the verdict seems to be that the Yosemite
itands pre-eminent tho greatest of all.
New England Magazine. '
The Wunderlng Jew.
Calmet's "History of the Bible" has
this to say of the Wandering Jew: He
was the porter of Pontius Pilate, and
was called Calaphilns. When the mob
was dragging JesuB to the judgment
hall Calaphilus struck him, saying; "Go
faster, Jesus! Go faster. Why dost
thou linger!" Jesus replied, "lam in
deed going; but thou shalt tarry till I
come." Soon this man was converted
and took the name of Joseph. He is
supposed to live forever, but every 100
years he falls into a trance, upon awak
ening from which he finds himself at the
same age as when the Saviour said these
words to him. The Wandering Jew is
grave and stern, is never seen to smile,
and perfectly remembers the death and
resurrection of Christ. No place is his
home for more than a few hours, and
thus does he fulfill his title of "Wander
ing Jew." Detroit Free Press,
All Ull Fancy Painted.
Judge (to colored, prisoner, charged
with stealing poultry) What is your
business?
Prisoner I am a chicken fancier,
four 'onnah.
Judge So I fancy sixty days. Texas
Sifting.
Fortran of Christ.
Tlrro is no portrait of Christ which
can bo pronounced authentic. The Jews
were forbidden by their law to make
likenesses, and so art, as we understand
the word, scarcely hud among them an
existence. There are, however, two por
traits which have the merit of extreme
antiquity, and were both probably made
at some time in the First century. The .
one is cut on an emerald, tho work pur
porting to have been done by command
of the Emperor Tiberius. The jewel was
preserved in the treasury of Constanti
nople, but in some way fell into the
hands of the Turks before that city was
taken by them, and about 1483 was
given by the sultan to Pope Innooent
VIII as a ransom for the sultan's bro
ther.. . . '
The other portrait is on a fine brass
medal discovered in Angles, Wales, in
the year 1702. The workmanship is that
of the First century, and a Hebrew in
scription on the reverse declares the por
trait to be that of the prophet Jesus.
The two portraits bear a close resem
blance, but it is altogether probable that
both are ideal, and that each followed
the description of Christ given in the
well known but not well authenticated
letter of Publius Leutulus. The napkin
portrait called St. Veronica's is much
more modern, and is probably a copy of
the emerald likeness. St. Louis Globe-..
Democrat.
A Bare Case.
I found Capt. Miller, of the navy
yard, wreathed in smilea when I saw
him in his office at the Lyceum.
"I have just had an amusing experi
ence," he remarked. "I am accustomed
to being run down by politicians who
want places for their proteges and by
place seekers themselves. But today,
for the first time in my life, 1 have been
waited on by a man who wished to noti
fy me that he had given up his job. He
is from the Sixth Assembly district. New
York, and was employed in the con
struction department at $3.50 a day. He
was appointed about three months ago.
"In tendering his resignation he said
he could do better in private employ
ment at $1.23 than aa a government
workman at twice that amount. What
with political assessments, entertaining :
his party friends, purchase of tickets of
one kind and another, and other pulls on
his purse, he found little of his wages
left for family expenses. I, of course, ac
cepted his resignation, at the same time
jocularly informing him that he ought to
be exhibited in a dime museum." New
York Star.
Strange Lapse of Memory.
Cases of forgetfulness on matters of
interest are on record. While Dr. Priest
ley was preparing his work entitled ' 'Har
mony of the Gospels," he had taken great
pains to inform himself on a subject
which had been under discussion rela
tive to the Jewish Passover. He wrote
out the result of his researches and laid
the paper away. His attention and time
y.;- a.,.,.;..,.
VClUg BUCU mm vruictuiug CUU, SUUIO .
little time elapsed before the subject oc
curred to his mind again. Then the same
time and pains were given to thesubject
that had been given to it before, and
the results were again put on paper
and laid aside. So completely had he
foreotten that he had conied the same
paragraphs and reflections before, that
it was only when he hod found the papers
on which lie had transcribed them that
it was recalled to his recollection. . This
some author had frequently read his own
published writings and did not recognize
thein. Boston Herald.
Tuxus Again to the Fore.
The Ovaldo Reflector Bays that a party
out hunting in that county hud along a
hver colored setter dog, which found a
snake of the rattler species, and that the
snake swallowed the dog. The hunters
killed the snnke with a Gatling gun, cut
him open with a butcher's cleaver, anil
that the dog jumped out all right, except
losing his bark; that the snake was two
feet thick and thirty-six feet long, ami
bud ninety-two rattles and a button, and
the editor says it sounds a little improb
able, and it may be. But out on the
San Antonio river, in 1853, Col. Rip
Ford, Bill Pitts and others killed a rat
tler with an acre of burnt woods and -four
live Indians in it, ami no one then
thought it improbable New Birming
ham (Tex.) Times.
A Rheumatlo Superstition. '
Rheumatism is caused by the deer or
by the measuring worm, the idea being
suggested in the latter case by the man
ner in which the measuring worm arches
bis body in walking, which is Bupposed
to be like the contortions of a rheumatio
patient, On no account must the patient
eat a squirrel or touch a cat, since the
manner in which these creatures arch
the back indicates an affinity with the
disease. Nor must he eat the legs of any
animal, since, as every one knows, the
limbs are most frequently affected with
rheumatism, and by eating the legs of
an animal the "disease spirit" residing
there might be taken in. Youth's Com
panion. '
Oue Way of Revenge.
There is a gentleman in the Australian
house of representatives renowned for
incisive Barcasm who takes out his nr -
book and quietly but obviously eket' - '
a political opponent whom his ob "'
Uons have infuriated; and tliesr
faces, readily recognized, aom' f '
their way into the illustrated'
sooner or later a method '
doe not turn away v-
ves frequently to reo- ; .
"ThAtla, If J
J.
and risible nukiufeatati ' .