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: "No; if it happened to strike on that train anywhere, itmight spoil one of the folds. I can't risk it." A ring is heard atthe apartment door. They spring to their feet simultaneously.

MRS. ROBERTS: "There's Aunt Mary now!" She calls into thevestibule, "Aunt Mary!"

DR. LAWTON, putting aside the vestibule portiere, with affectedtimidity: "Very sorry. Merely a father."

MRS. ROBERTS: "Oh! Dr. Lawton? I am so glad to see you!" Shegives him her hand: "I thought it was my aunt. We can't understandwhy she hasn't come. Why! where's Miss Lawton?"

LAWTON: "That is precisely what I was going to ask you."

MRS. ROBERTS: "Why, she isn't here."

LAWTON: "So it seems. I left her with the carriage at the door whenI started to walk here. She called after me down the stairs that shewould be ready in three seconds, and begged me to hurry, so that wecould come in together, and not let people know I'd saved half adollar by walking."

MRS. ROBERTS: "SHE'S been detained too!"

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tle court the country came creeping close up to thetown. There were fields not so far away on these long highways.Wandering and rambling roads ran off to the westward and to the north,leading toward the straight old Roman road which once upon a time randown to London town. Ill-kept enough were some of the lanes, with theirhedges and shrubs overhanging the highways, if such the paths could becalled which came braiding down toward the south. One needed not to gofar outward beyond Sadler's Wells of a night-time to find adventure, orto lose a purse.

It was on one of these less crowded highways that there was this morningenacted a curious little drama. The sun was still young and not toostrong for comfort, and as it rose back of the square of Sadler's itcast a shadow from a hedge which ran angling toward the southeast. Itsrays, therefore, did not disturb the slumbers of two young men who werelying beneath the shelter of the hedge. Strange enough must have beenthe conclusions of the sun could it ha

over and over toward the water.

He had a very narrow escape. If he hadn't happened to bring up against an old stump he would certainly have tumbled into the stream.

Though Solomon couldn't see, he knew that he was in danger. So he lay on his back on the ground and carefully tore his new coat into strings and ribbons.

At last he was free. And he rose to his feet feeling very sheepish, for he knew that Mr. Frog had played a sly trick on him.

"Nevermind!" said Solomon Owl, as he flew way. "I'll come back to-morrow and ask Mr. Frog to make me a waistcoat and trousers. And then----" He did not finish what he was saying. But there is no doubt that whatever it was, it could not have been very pleasant for Mr. Frog.

Just as he had planned, Solomon Owl returned to the brook the next day. And he was both surprised and disappointed at what he found.

The door of Mr. Frog's tailor's shop was shut and locked. And on it there was a sign, which said:

TO LET

"He's moved

The Dhar'rook and Gun'dungur'ra tribes respectively occupied the from the mouth of the Hawkesbury river to Mount Victoria, and thence southerly to Berrima and Goulburn, New South Wales. On the south and southeast they were joined by the Thurrawal, whose language has the same structure, although differing in vocabulary.

Besides the verbs and pronouns, many of the nouns, adjectives, prepositions and adverbs are subject to inflection for number and person. Similar inflections have, to some extent, been observed in certain islands of the Pacific Ocean, but have not hitherto been reported in Australia. I have also discovered two forms of the dual and plural of the first personal pronoun, a specialty which has likewise been found in Polynesian and North American dialects. Traces of a double dual were noticed by Mr. Threlkeld at Lake Macquarie, New South Wales, and traces of a double plural by Mr. Tuckfield in the Geelong tribe; but the prevalence of both forms of the dual and plural in different parts of speech in any Australian language has, up to the present, escaped observation.

Orthography.

Ninteen letters of the English alphabet are sounded, comprising fourteen consonants--b, d, g, h, j, k, l, m, n, p, r, t, w, y--and five vowels--a, e, i, o, u. Every word is spelled phoneticall

Miss DORA BARTON.Jane Miss FORRESTER.

The Play produced under the direction of Mr. H. DE LANGE.

The ACTION of the play takes place in Denham's Studio inLondon, at the PRESENT DAY.

The Black Cat.

Act I.

_Scene: Denham's Studio. Large highlight window in sloping roof atback. Under it, in back wall, door to landing. L of thedoor the corner is curtained off for model's dressing-room.R of door a large Spanish leather folding screen, whichruns on castors, shuts off from the door the other corner, in whichis a "throne," pushed up against the wall. Above the "throne" hangsa large square mirror in a carved black frame. In front of the"throne" is a light couch of Greek form, without back._

_Fireplace, with chimney-breasts panelled in old oak, and highovermantel, in which are shelves and cupboards, L._

_Against R wall an old oak cabinet, with carved cornice,and inlaid panelled doors. Close beside it stands on a pedestal abust o

was dark. So he sat down upon a stone and buried his face in his hands, to wait in the Land of Negation and Denial till the light came.

And it was night in his heart also.

Then from the marshes to his right and left cold mists arose and closed about him. A fine, imperceptible rain fell in the dark, and great drops gathered on his hair and clothes. His heart beat slowly, and a numbness crept through all his limbs. Then, looking up, two merry wisp lights came dancing. He lifted his head to look at them. Nearer, nearer they came. So warm, so bright, they danced like stars of fire. They stood before him at last. From the centre of the radiating flame in one looked out a woman's face, laughing, dimpled, with streaming yellow hair. In the centre of the other were merry laughing ripples, like the bubbles on a glass of wine. They danced before him.

"Who are you," asked the hunter, "who alone come to me in my solitude and darkness?"

"We are the twins Sensuality," they cried. "Our father's n

nse of keeping herhere on account of his pride, under the thin pretext of trying to"cure" her. She knew that Sally Atherly of Rough and Ready wasn'tconsidered fit company for "Atherly of Atherly" by his fine newfriends. This and much more in a voice mingling maudlin sentimentwith bitter resentment, and with an ominous glitter in her bloodshotand glairy eyes. Peter winced with a consciousness of thehalf-truth of her reproaches, but the curiosity and excitementawakened by the revelations of her frenzy were greater than hisremorse. He said quickly:--

"You were speaking of father!--of his family--his lands andpossessions. Tell me again!"

"Wot are ye givin' us?" she ejaculated in husky suspicion, openingupon him her beady eyes, in which the film of death was alreadygathering.

"Tell me of father,--my father and his family! his great-grandfather!--the Atherlys, my relations--what you were saying.What do you know about them?"

"THAT'S all ye wanter know--is it? THAT'S what ye'r' comin'