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LOVE�S STI SFAGT 0 Rfdn't- auyiihing about ,Sir Darbys here was nothing an that letter on did not she will have to e�
H A re enc`: ea of eoarae, -and; thin)tn wish me to tee ? g bis ? The mea who is to pf the spirit, a }F ;$rable,a' - a:
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the tide would sound well on the notices,
BY "THE Dt;HEa3," I v LIPPIYCOTT'S MAGAZINE. asl�ed Iaim 9,alre alis chaiP at the meeting There is pasaian in hia tone now. Terry's f—of letting lig see3aat poverty t y
I bn the viIlage.- `And he came, yon know," delicate face flushes. She hesitates. What and stern as here is ani}anrely he hasliad ``
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Illhimself,—a sort of jealousy of love. He —to Miss Aaeon; who ie perhaps the` only does it_all mean . What can she say . p
CHAPTER XVI, throws it from him after a bit. Terry,,person present who doesn't know- the "I---" begins she, faintly. She stops. with him.
sa �y, Terry. Nothing couSorry tale,—"& little -just A little—d'ye The stop is fatal. No, she er mad when she thought aha
T How ideal 1 What a little heaven sitar all, fa aiwsya See? and when Ise got on his lea Go "Don't be anhappy abet it," says he, could sell herself for dross, mere dross !
sighs the Poet, ecstatically. " A veritable improve her. Nothing can perfect perfee- start 'the show, he—ha 1 ha !—nevelt of coldly, "You need not answer me. Your When -he calls next morning, sending up �
heaven of teat in this too, too dreadfal tion, and Terry in her old frock is what + -- g
wsrien Hem his ecstasies so far overcome bliss Anson, with all Worth's genius at her 'beyond the opening Sentence: Andy what face, "with a eoatemtuouS smile, "is answer a second time an argent minutes to let hale
h. And our agitation when our see her, if only for two minutes, she still
him that he sinks into the most comfortable hack (o�on it), could never be. And then Was that; d ye thins ? Ladies an gear- encu" y g y y `
men, Fin,so full of the s Meek--' Ha ! brother Seized that letter,—your fear lest persists in her refusal to go down•at®ata,
char an the grass,—the one, too, nearest a quick though comes to him, and his eyes 3
q g ha ! ha!,he he cot no farther. He was so fail he abould betray its contents---" a"Ileging a convenient headache as her _ i_
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the rustic tea -table. Ecstasies are aston• lighten. There is no need to be impatient. «, "Well," o
ishinglq naefl sometimes. "Ah !"— Soon, soon she will be his, and she shall -of the subject," roars a1lr. Kitts, that he«. says Terry,int rrapting hbmhur reason•
'3_ - walk in snob "silk attire" as.few_ have slipped, and was carried oat - by the t,em- riedly, it was my own letter. Even auppoa• AS a face, a sleepless night has left her
glancing round him at Terry'B garden, stance man,, ing all you Say to be true,that I did not wish overstrung, and she wishes to be at her
�'' °' the blessedness of it a The rest ! The worn. forth, but now P " Oh, was ?" says Miss Anson. She you to see it,—still was my own letter,my beat and coldest when giving him his tis-
- peace ! The knowledge of the great coarse The Poet is again holding lots
perplexed. "And what was the Sub- own affair. It had nothing to do with you, missal She with put it off tall to -morrow.
world"—shivering—`°is so far away .from to Larry. �„ ect?' asks she, curiously. She is certainly or any one." When to -morrow comes, however, she r.
as .-�wer there perhaps," waving his "blow picturesque it all is Saye he. j +c Nothing to do with, met" His face is sorry for this. For to -morrow brings ter -
g P i !,1 terribly English. -
delicate hand towards the hills that on the And how she Suits it At this Mr. Kitts turns awn sadly and as white ae death now, his tone quite steady Able news, that titers the whole tenor o
east bound their horizon, " behind those "She'd suit anything, says Larry, look- y:
reproachfully, leaving Larry to explain. however. " You think I take things like her life. And it would have been better—
u eat those lnearlhim nature.'
H a gfon ces ing at Te she's a picture in herself," says "Whiskey," says that young man, in a thtt?—so easily? Have I no rights, then. fairer to IierSelf—if she lied spoken to him —
P cheerful tone. not even the right to wonder at the emotion first.
.kbit erroneous) believes to he a ale ethe. the Poet, laying hia head delicately on one ou Showed on receiving a letter from some Tomorrow brings the news- of Miss �;:
real smile and whin ra faint , " One side—the side where he thinks his heart is. Providentially a this moment of something eir y1.
' � y„ "I am lad to fiaid a brother devotee at occurs to Shang® the, current of their one who—Not even the right to demand to Bridget's death. � � � �
should kneel in a shrine like this?" g thoa hts. It is the afternoon post • it con• See that letter .
'� � '� g P ' " 9'+ On Friday she had taken tea with Terry a:°-
7. I quite agree with you, my -dear fel Mise Anson '% shrine. 9 g " gists of one letter for Terry, who, lettere u
:.w," says Mr. Kitts who, dressed in "9iisa Anson ! I wasn't thinking of her, ++ I mean," steadily, that you ought to and all -the othera in Terry's garden. On 11
east splendor, is Kitts, heat on ma i says Larry. "Thou hof eoarae, 1 chi- being very rare with her, seizes upon it, the following Sunday she was found dead ::
g" P : y g y y g and after a little lance at Fann as if to show it'to me. " .
`ferry's "at home" a suecees,—Terry valrously—"admire her too. Bat—er— ' g y " You mean that!" --Her voice is almost in her bed. It had been a death sot wholly
bAing the heroine of his latest platonic there's a good deal of her, isn't there?" ask permission, testa open the envelope. fi ?„ y y
nitachment. "Let ns all kneel!" he "Couldbhere be too much of erfection ?" a whisper. You insist. says she, faiatl void a disagreeable details, but these Ura.
P Her manner, that has something of shame Adore keeps from Tarry for a long time. ,.
cries enthusiastically, tilting up the Poet's asks the Poet, plaintively. in it, maddens him. Shame! Shame in The poor woman had evidently satrap -
comfortable chair with an evident burst of " I suppose not," Saya Larry. "But CHAPTER XVII. that proud little face! gle for her breath at the last, and was
r excitement,and so bringing the aesthetic Miss Anson is big, ala ?" She is still gestin it when Max,swoop- "Yes. I insist," he declares, coldly, found lying half in and half out of the bed,
young manto a standing position, almost '`Ah the charming creature !" cries the g one hand clutching a the carpet.
, g ing down upon her: frown behind, snatches brutally, though his very heart is torn g .
kbefore he is aware of it. Poet. "She is. supreme, exquisite. One it out of her hand. within him. Her will, read a little baler on, showed
I u-• "Is metaphor- unknown to you ?" de- can take her, as it were, by degrees. She „ Slowly, very slowly, the girl draws the that she had left every penny and every
Now, cries he, darting away with it,
, amends the latter, regarding Kitts with a lasts. She lasts." "you told me yesterday you had no secreta .letter from her pockef, slowly too with- acre she possessed an the world to Terry.
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mournful but est the safes time a searching "Do you mean that you cut her up? aska -from any one, so -I'll read this out loud. draws it from its envelope, and, still hold- {
eye. ("A man to be avoided," he decides. Larry. ` `You ahonld be careful, you know,' He holds up the letter teasingly, as if about ing it tightly -In her trembling fingers, as _ _ ,
"A mere worm!") " " in this pale lifeless Women hate icing up." to be in. though her very life depends upon the keep- DDp m f 7T T
time it is injndicioua to give way to the "Her eyes yesterday, her lips to-daycc Max!" cries Terry. There is something ing of it, looks at him. ��IIU�lo S —POPtl L��t��.
' sweet and free emotions that Should away perfect Chan to -morrow," goes on the Poet, so sharp, so agonized, in her lona, that Tre• "You do insist?" she asks, miserably. It
- € us. Ido not kneel iii public," says Mr. a bin heavily. "She is a a etual feast � g g pity The Nese City ][)Ir oPy ;Shows f.
g y P - fuels starts, and looks at bar. Her face . is as though she is cravin it from him. It
Fvingley, who is still perhaps sufficiently She is a thing of beauty, as that very. much What a face 1 Crimson when first he sees is plain to him that she would rather die an Increase of Over 39080• ,"
far from the stars to be able to think of his overrated person called Keats once said : it, and now absolutely colorless, as white than give up this letter. --
troesers-- pray carnes my quoting him. She has so as paper, and with something in the eyes Half beside himself with rage and bitter
"Yon forget church, Mr. F.vingley," says many charaas that one hardly knows how to that is surely fear, disappointment, he can only see one aide of The Toronto oily directory for 1894 has
Miss Bridget with heavy remonstrance. take them all in at once. She is dear,— a Max give me bask my letter," says she the question,—tier evident reluctance to made its appearance, and must be satisfac•
She has by this time been bowed and amii• very dear !" trying to control her voice, but failing. give him the letter. What he cannot see tory to the people of the Queen city.
ed by Mr. Kitts into the Poet's vacant " At any price," says Larry to iaimaelf, i •cyIas do you hear ?" is that she is giving him a last chance to Some of the statistics which the new da-
` chair. but out loud he says, , " You should not let she is actually trembling. It is fear,then keep and hold her forever. rectory contains are pelta interesting. In
"Memory means slavery ?"says the Poet, her be. Not now, you know ; this fa a . that is stirring her 1 Trefusls feels suddenly "I do !" he decides, with icy determine- the preface the compilers state their belief
sadly. He has not looked round him, he cheap age. And if you want her eyes, her ` that the population of the pity is steadily
fins not seen that his chair has keen int- li .and her chin wh , `reduction made if as if everything has given Nay beneath him- tion. P P
p + Y Only a moment ago and his path had seem- "You suspect me, then, of something?" increasing, and as a proof of this they bring
pounded: "And poets--" a quantity taken,' you know, and you like ed firm sure; and now the earth had and. Even to herself, so hurried has all this been, forward the fact that the number of names11
"Never, never—never shall be slaves!" quantity, evidently.'' denlp opened. He had never been so Sure she can hardly place the miseries of this on the directoryforthe present year shows -
Says Larry suddenly at the top of his high, " I fail to understand you," says the Poet, as in that moment ago. He had told him- most miserable hour. Of what does he sus- an increase of 3,0st over that es last year, i.
Jubilant voice. shaking his head. 9 There are at least three times as many
° The effect produced by this outburst Well, 1 11 explain: I like quality," hien that
now, nowngsnspici nashseem to pec H w can I help it?" His eyes meet people in the city as the number of names €,
is hardly to be exaggerated. The Poet says Larry, nodding at him with a beamane swarm ups him, What is an this letter to hers with a hard glance. He holds out his in the directory. Thi�ssould therefore in -
totters backward into the seat he has just smile. He adds to his iniquity by going oft" make her look like that?—guilty,--yes, hand, dicaie an increase of 9,000 in the popnba-
vacated, and which he fondly believes to immediately to where Terry is standing guilty, frightened. Would he have his wife "The letter, says he. It is a command. lotion of the city daring the past year.
be vacant, right into Miss Bridget's lap. behind the tea -table. look lake that ? She isnothis wife yet,and Terry lays it on his open palm. The directory for 1854 contains 75,051
of
s The wild squeal which that maiden gives on The day is waning. Evening is coming his doubts of her are many and various. If To his everlasting dishonor, as he owns names, which would indicate 219,153 of a
receipt of this unexpected burden is not to on. Trefusis.is still helping Terry with when she was his wife he saw her look like to himsef afterwards, he opens it,. and population. The compilers then go on to
be surpassed by the shrill scream of the the tea, Mr. Gabbett and his sister having that--- ' reads. And as he reads, the very pans of comment on the above statistics as follows:
Poet, as, partly propelled by the indignant happened to drop in rather late. Terry Larry, happening at this instant to look death seem to get hold of him. There is The World says:—"While we are aware
V_ v--_ _ - spinster (Larry always swore afterwards after a minute or two has moved away. at him, reads the situation in a lance, and so little to read, but bow much it means that this is a very much higher estimate
that she had inched him), partly through Mr. Kitts is helping the boys to eat the something of contempt t enters heart. to her ! To have shamed her thus !—and than is made by either the assessors or the
sheer fright, he springs upward into the hot cakes. It is quite astonishing how be He that cold, cynical fool, to doubt her ! such a and little guiltless shame hidden
a police ec are satisfied it is very much the
air. does it, ,seeing that be never stops talkine ci A Love•letter, Te �" he sake. There betrayal of all she world have hidden . er correct, and we should here take the
It is all hashed u as quickly as possible, all the time. His face flushes a dark red, then whitens, liberty of stating that, in our opinion, any-
p q y p , is malice in the question,—a sort of mad
of course, though Miss Bridget is still Trefusis:has stooped to whisper some longing to dig a little dart into Trefusis's He feels as if he cannot lilt his eyes from thing like an accurate estimate of the pope•
Z. evidently seething in her own wrath. little pleasantry into Terry's ear,—some Soul. Had he thought his idle,mischievous the page before him, as if he dare not meet lation can never be obtained from the City
" I'm so sorry, dear fellow," says Mr. ` little trifling thing .apropos of something) words would cause Terry the very faintest her- eyes. If she hacT-wished for revenge, Hall, even though they should have slips
s Kitts, who, I regret to sap, fa convnlaed going on over there where Mis9 Bridget is anno ance it is only fair to him to say that surely she has it now ! His punishment is at all the, places and collect them as well,
with laughter, " but as I thougbtyoa were sitting,— and Terry haalifted her flower, ,he would have died rather than utter even greater than lain crime. as there are so many of the opinion that
really going. to.kneel, I gave up that like face tolais is answer. Almost for the them.. He crumples the letter convulsively in full returns would mean an increase of
comfortable chair to—er—one of the unfair first time her eyes lank calmly, steadily Terry turns her large eyes on his, his hand. But not all the crumpling the in the water rates or taxes."
a„ „ world can abet out from his sight the words -The total length of main pipe in the city
Seer. By Jove in a low, sympathetic friendly -wise into his. She smiles at him. ,f Get it, get it for me ! Says She. Larry 1
tone, " she leas been unfair, you know. I : Trefusis's heart gives a bound. Never has takes a nick ate forward, seizes Max by that lie within it. They are burned indel• waterworks atth? come3 eche number the
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q P year 1893 was 24:, mi ,
hope," sweetly, "she hasn't hurt you." {she seemed so near to him ab now, in this the neck, and adroitly pulls the letter out ibiy upon his brain. • 2s. h drants in the street2788 and the number
`+ Dear lady ! No, she has Sat hurt me. ; hour, in tbia,her own home. - of his hand. - - " To one buck skirt re -dyed. _
It was a distress of the moment. No more 1 Larry, unfortun y (his eyes are never "}dere it is," says he, holdingit out to fid•" of house services in use 39,411. I-
. no more !" says the Poet, quite beautifully. ; very far foul Terry, sees that glance of Terry, whose -fingers close over' it with a "'onmighthavetoldme,"sayahe,hoarsely. The amount of building permits issued
Mr. Kitts almost admires him. "And as his, and Terry's answering smile. He most unmistak4ble haste. Trefusis moves There is no answer. Avery storm o£ during the past year was X3,361,850.
11 for women, dear friend, pray do not speak. turns abruptly away, and grows almost abruptly away. Whatever -this letter hatred against him is shaking the girl a
I of them as unfair. They are always fair. I boisterous in hia attentions to Geraldine means, and it occurs to him that it means soul: For a while she keeps silence, scarcely LARGE ER?LOYER3 OI' LAB08• _
F A And they have their own little gifts, as you Anson. He is evidently telling her a story, nothing, so far as either, he or O'More is daring to let herself speak. She is trembb-
will see, if you go into it,—their pretty j".vivisecting one of the near neighbors with concerned, still it was to O'1More she had ing violently, more perhaps from some g London EgttbitsLaaent Where 15,093
f charms, their tricks--" • { a view of bringing a laugh to her lips,—in sadden inward certainty that here, now, a people Work.. r
turned for help ;not to him, the man she
"Like kittens," suggests Mr. Kitts, . reality to let Terry see that his heart is has promised to marry. crisis in her life has arrived, than from the The London firm of Dent, Allcroft, and
eagerly, as if dwelling on hi thoughts and void of even one touch of pain. actual circumstance that has led to it. i Co., `.
,+ "What is it, Larry?" asks Mrs. Adore, It is another little fillip to the already too Between hien and her all is over,—done• glove; manufacturers, the Largest firm �.
deaarons of following them. great anger that is burning in his bosom. _ _ in that trade in Great Britain, employs a
u yes. You take me, I see, says who knows all her brothers moods and is She haslborne much much but not even little over 15,000 hands in their establish -
"Yes, y The letter—it was -not from him or from for the bo s can she bear more. A sort of
P olein himself on on9 leg and now very sorry for him. -Perhaps she too O'More; certainly i was then from a third. menta in London and the country. The
P the Poet, Poising .. has seen that little growing towards Tre• y strength misin - out of this decision, she London firm of Rylands and Sons, manu•
beaming on Mitts, in spite of his decision . How many lovers has she . And who is g g
and this last one, of whom no word 'has . been sPe"ks• „ facturers and warebaonsemen, employe 12, -
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;�aliout him a few minutes ago• But adobe• I fu!I kih Tnothin . 0 ly a�thateold Astor " Do you think, says she, very slowly, 000 hands at their warehouses in London Ll
_` tion in ao sweet, and so hard to get—with 1 about the due Sas• Yeu remember ill? uttered up to this? very carefully, as if afraid to let her agita•
some people ! "Kittens ! Quite so. Little ;About the night ht she was la an back am• With an impatience that scorches him, tion et the better of her, " any words of and Manchester, and at their mills in Bol-
i cats t The dearest waman have some- g playing g g but that he hides so completely beneath minewouldhave convinced you, would ton, Wigan, and Crewe. The London firm ,
4 on know - mon at the Mackenzies', you know."
if . thing of the ti er in them, y . He laughs lightly, but falsely, as his tis- the self-control that nothing can ruffle, he have kept you from distrusting me? You d pers,sred and Sons, linen and woollen
Not to be, trusted ! Ah ! I have a g g y' Terry will dra era silk mercers,cabinet•makers,u hol-
ter knows. "If you don't, y �» -waits until the last of Terry's guests have have distrusted me often Gerrard,"—it is P � p
�� sweet poem on that-Mea,—not as yet vul- driven away from her door, and then turns noticeable that this, the hour in which sh® sterers, carpet warehousemen, painters,dee-
"' says he looking straight at Terry. It seems to her. orators, carpenters, venetianaud sun -blind
garized 10 the paper form, but here -hers, 1 Y , has decided' on a final rejection of him, is
oor , to .him now as if he must bring her atten. » and bedding manufacturers, and furnish-
tapping the place where he supposes, P r tion back to himself andawa from Trefusls, " I want to speak to you, says he, the one in which for the first time she has in bronmon ars and grocery and provision
I" dear man,. ---that his brains lie. Women y abruptly. called him by his Christian name,—(Cing g
(' have their own place," he continues Sen• if only for a moment. " To speak to me Y" The girl stares at ,u merchants, employs over 8, 00 hands in
,i " Yes I P ou have one too far, at last. the slack season, and about 8,004 at bus
i tentiously, unconscious of the fact<< that sweetly at him over her teapot.rry, smiling him, lost in wonder, What does the cold you g„
,•` Kitts is longing to go for him. They „ I don't believe it "sayMiss Anson. anger in leis face mean ? 'She, nee the fetter "Don't touch me,'' says the girl, with so times. The heads employed by the London
t' � �» .was returned ce her, had thought nothing and St. Katharine Dock Company vary from
have their beauty. And if Nature has de- + shat an intonation, so horrified a drawing 4,000 tobetween 7,000 and 8,000. Whiteley, 11
. Hied them intellect, poor souls, still their II ! That she doesn't remember : P
Oh, no no no. O'l�Iore, isn't he more about it, had not understood that it back from him, that something of the truth the LondonUniveraalProvidersmployaoaer
r beauty, transient though it is, gives us re- mi ht be a subject of thought to, others. is borne in u on him. "I only want to say
g silly? Of course she renes bens ; women g _ 5000 hands, while the South Metropolitan
it treshment as we wander through" this . always remember—afterwards !" She save She had been taken up with her guests,11
t oomy gale. and had.scarcely had time, even if sl,e had fore ave °ousfor haviln read thatletter.I never P y employ y„ (=asCom an em to over 3,000. If a single
Who,s .as?"alp 1tlr, Kitts, with a tliia with a strange, swift planers at Tre• g y g department of the Government were taken '
" fusia, that seems ' to ware liim of trouble knowledge of it, to take notice of Trefusi?s —lifting now her burning eyes to his—"I P'
p. was ashamed of it . I with ,passionate as a firm, then the London Post Office
frowaof perplexity. It is a rather danger- in the future connected with Larry. coldness.' You wish to a eak to me • would beat all the foregoing; the Postmas-
ons frown. cc , " Yes, says he, strong displeasure in honesty—"am ashamed of it! I don trate -_
"tient friend, surely I need not reply. , I mean that I dont believe that y ter -General, according to the latest reports
P y story of ours,=Your brother,” turning to his tone. what people say about there being nothing employingwithin the Metropolitan district
Why, we—tlae lards cf creation, —we, the Y « „ » to be ashamed of in overt it is the rich 33,6 esons—men, women, and boys—
creatures of intellect. W e, who can rule Mrs. Adore, says that the duchess was Pell, speak. poverty '
the world with our thoughts, our aspirations once playing .backgammon with Sin Darby "Not here, where we may' be interrupted; people who say that. 1 am poor, and I am every pear showing T increase p the
Mackenzie, and that She swallowed the in the garden." ashamed,!" �� number employed. The Metropolitan
_, our genius-- dice !" " " "But not—of me? Police Commissioner employs 15, 038 men ;
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"Do you ?znow," says Mr. Kitts, survey- �+ , home, then. gibe takes the initiative,
t. One of them. One " of thelia; says quickly before him, not "Of you, most of all people !" she declares in connection with the various departments
fa him calmly. but straightby, "you'll get going, indeed, q y ,c
ourself kicked b you straightly,
on like that?" Laurence. "She was eating fibberts, Speaking another word until the sweet pre- bitterly. I desired you, least of all PQo' of police duty of Greater London. The
9 she is alwa a eating Sala of one_sort.or an- sierra of the garden are gained. Here she plc to know how poor I was. realest tea and provision merchant (Mr,
"Eh:.? What?' says the Poet, as if not y $ - Ifhe had dwelt upon it, this might have g �,�44, '
able to believe. . other, and, the rigor of 'the game growing stops. » even him some little.ho hope; but his mind Lipton) has now made London his head*
-" too Slush for her, and finding that Sir Darby as has always been so peaceful here, g• P quarters, and employe a very large number
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i? -"Yes. Kicked. Kicked, I assure you, says s she. I have hak.,nothin hateful is beyond control. of hanio in this and -other countries in,
o w - inning; she concludedthat one of the c+ g
says -Mr. Kitts, turning on his heel. , Y You cannot think that that letter can Europe, while he has thousands of iiamm�s y
Terry is now curia out the tea, Fanny d'°w? a filbert, and swallowed it." said -to -me me here to make it sad to me." " „
y ' `doh r; Lg r is laughing with " What�a'remarkable story. !" says Miss «gets. or there;" says he remorselessly, matter to me, he cries, distractedly, c�a• workin for him in his tea and coffee estates - r�
t chatting Desi 3' Anson. And—what ha seed ?" sc ing himself at heart for his hideous cruel- in Ceylon, ani at the same time curies on
I bliss Anson over some aboard mistake of cc The had to et a stomach. unl I I ah 118 eak to you.
hroudh the ratty hedges, and then stands " ®m not thinking of you," she answers, one of the largest provision businesses in a
" ome then," Says she. She passes ty
yesterday, whilatMas and Geoffrey, in their Y g P P � ,,, America. Besides his chief establishment
believe, anti-- coldl To ane-- tome, it matters . And
l , best clatbeo and manners and a ith their - t o P at ,Bath -street, City -road, ha has sixty
' i4 Laurence-!' says Mr. Fitts, fixing -him still. ,s, then suddenb without word of warning, - -
i 1.atoclCings very carefully but mostnamistak• kith hiss a lass " dfd you ever hear that �a stores in various parts of London.
Ably darned, are handing cakes to every- y •g , y You had a letter tlsa: afternoon. His y' not. _loudl or vc•
a thing may go too fear ?" air ,io rather too like the counsel on the she bursts out. ergine.;
- hemently, or aggressively, but with a most
r ;
bony. "Bather !" says"Larry, calmly. :c `QnA. e other side. - There are three large porcelain factories
_
Trefaoia is helping Terry, his heartsomew terrible grief. -
him. Terry is look- of: those dice went too far, anyway.. , 'ferry looked at hiurwitah: greats..: y+ s €'
-� - what. disturbed ithin y ; She is mortified, hurt,' crashed to her in great Britain—viz., Derby, Woreesier L
- poor in spite t was never- heard of again." : c` es; you know that; -4 yz _ v- heats core. and Stoke on -Trent. The one in Derby
:: - lovely, , quite lovely, p ' p r g „ - , ' • like employs s something lige 400.hands, and
3 y e awn HI which able { ' 'c Hes incorrigible ible ! sa 9 Mrs . Adare< continued azo;: howeg it, ming Fy 'e sabre, Ter don't o oa Pl y
`k - of the shabby old serge g 1 g „3' ,;_, g ri�$d . sy+.. g
u nlausl neat, but throws up her hands. And it wean •t remembrance of w r . Mast le _ engaged
is dressed ., a gown act g y i T•refuaas-choking. " On. my many eminent artiste are ea a ed ir► de-
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the otin -lies here so one of the dice, Larry. It was . her false brings aaliright an if ul dun` - fur toil. You will—you signing and painting for it,
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a er beat.: There is aoihing tooth. - face `1.
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