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So, when the sun was setting in the west- rern sky, she went down to the millâ€"sueam. m here her lover awaited her. “I should die of my own impatience.‘ he said, his handsome young face flushing. “Fate may try me 3.5 it; will," he added, “but it must never separate me from you. It. is because I have found this out that I thave asked you to meet me here to-night. I cannot live without; vou, Leone; you un. derstand that the hours are long and dark; life seems all ended, I cannot feel interest or energy; I am longing for you all the “Leone,” he cried, seizing her hands and drawing her toward him. “my darling, I thought to-day would never come. How .many hours did yesterday hold ?” “‘ Twenty-four,” she replied. ““Only twenty-four? \th, it seemed to v‘me it was a. day as long as a. year, and I asked myself one question, sweet. ” “What was it, Lance “I” “This: that it one day seemed so terribly long, what would become of me it I had to rpuas a week without, you ?" “What would become of you ‘3" she said laughingly. 4 He drew the beautiful face to his own, and kissed it with a passion words could never tell. time. jJEtr as thirstirflawers are longmg for dew. Leone, I should long until the fever of my own longing killed me â€"for 'y°9_-"_ .. gif-Why should I not, be happy in my own way ‘1" he said. "If I want the one only thing on earth that could bring me my happiness, why should I not haven '3 Of wmt use is money, wealth, position, rank, anything else on earth to me, unless I have you. I would rather lose all I have in the world than lose you." “It, is sweet. to be loved so well," she said. with a sigh. ' “I have had letters from home to-day." he said "and 1â€"1 am half afraid to tell you lest you should say no. I am to leave Rashleigh in one monthflrom now, and to go to my father's houseâ€"Cawdor, it; is culled. Leone 1 cannot, go alone." She looked at. him with wondering eyes ; the ardent young lover who believed his love to be so great; and so generous. yet who, in reality, loved himself best, even in his love. “ Darling, I Want you to consent to be my wife before I leave Rashleioh,” he continued. “ I know it will be the best and easiest plan if I can but Win your con- sent." She made him novnnswer : his care for her touched her,but then there was no need. Lord Chaudos watt unlike other men; besides which he loved her so well he could not live without her. The crimson clouds were reflected in the rippling water, the birds were singing in “the trees, the flowers were a” falling asleep; the fair, fragrant world was getting ready for its Lime of rest. 7 Her loving hen-t seemed almost to stand still; the crxmsou clouds and the rippling “ I cannot Lell you, my lady lass, either 'the why or the wherefore." he replied. “I know that. rich men do not marry poor and abscure girls ; and if they do, there is sure to be something wrong with the marriage. ‘We will not talk about it. only if he seems to admire you at all, do you keep out of that young man’s way." ' rich as this one, marry a. glrl who has no drawback but poverty ? I do not see such a great difference.” “ Yes.” \‘hen he had drunk the cider and ridden away. farmer Noel turned to his niece. “A fine young man, that, Leone ; but what did he say to you ‘3" “We reckon in these parts," said the farmer, slowly, “that there is too great adifi'erence between the ariswcm cy and the working-people. To put it in plain words, my lady lass, when a. great lord or a rich man admires a. poor lass, as a rule it ends In her disgrace.“ “Not always," she answered, prohdly. “No, perhaps not always; but mostly, mostly," repeated Robert Noel. "You have a. beautiful face, and, if you are wise, you will keep out of thst young gentleman’s way. I should not. like to offend you, Leone;you will excuse me for speaking plainly.“ "lb does not offend me," she said simply: "‘a.1tbough I do not think that you are right. Why should not 3 lord, great and “ Nothing particular : something about. tbs mill-atream,” replied the proud lips that disdained a lie. “\Vhy not ‘3” she asked again, with flushed face and flashing eyes. “Why “You will be at. :he milLstream this evening ‘2" he whispered, and her answer not There came another day, when something had prevented him from seeing her: and unable to control his impatienCe, he had ridden over to the farm, this time ostensib- ly wsee the farmer, and ask for another glass of his famous cider ; this time under the farmer’s eyes even, he stopped to speak mo Leone. "Because," said Robert Noel, slo wly. “you hnve a beautiful face of your own, my lady lass, and a young man like that would be sure to admire it.” asked. “Harm would come of it,” replied the farmer; “what a. man admires he of ten loves; and no good would come of such a. love as that." ‘AN IMl'ATIENT LOVERS PLANS. There had been no mistake about the wooing of Lord Chandos. He had not thought of loving and riding away ; the proud beautiful, gifbed girl whom he loved had been wooed and pursued with the ardor .prm seas‘ What, matter if he did. uncle ?" she 'especb that, he would have shown to a. LOVE REASONS NOT. CHAPTER VI The waiter laughéd as it .hur'ried over the stones. “ You will soon understand,” he replied. “ The Reverend Mr. Barnes is over sixty, and he, together with the people. the houses and the streets, seems sleepy ; noth< ing would excite hxm, or interest him, or startle him. “Now, Leone, I have taken lodgings for myselffor three weeks in this sleepy Village; no one will take any notice of me ; 1 shall go and come just; as I will ; then I shall have the bans of our marriage published. The dear old vicar will read them in his sleepy tones : “ ‘ I publish the bum! of marriage for the first time between Lancelot Chandos and Leone Noel.’ No one will hear the names plainly, and those who do will not know to whom they belong, and there will be no impediment ; will there, Leone ?” asked “No impediment,” it seemed to say ; “no impediment, Leone.” “ There is no fear. Nothing can ever be done without risk; but there is no risk thereâ€"ac least, none that I fear to run. I guarantee that not one person in that church hears those names clearly. Then you will see that, I have arranged every detail. Then, when the three weeks have expired, we will meet there some fine morning and be married. I have a friend who will come with me Asawitness. After that. Ipropqse that we go to London. and there I‘shill introduce'you to my father first ; then we WIll go dowu to Cawdor to my mother. Do you like the plan Leone?” “Ishould like it much better if they could know of it beforehand," she replied gravely. A FRIEND‘S ADVI . “But,” asked Leone, anxiously, “will that be safe, Lance ’I Supposing that any one should hear and recognize the names, whac then ?" “ Over in this sleepy little village of Ohetonl Leoneâ€"it is a sleepy villgigeâ€"the houses are all divided from each other by gardens and trees. Unlike most villagers, the people do not seem to know each other, you do not hear any gossip; the people, the houses, the streets, all seemed sleepy together. At one end of the village is a. church, one of the most quaint, an old Nor- man church, that has stood like a. monu- ment while the storms of the world raged around it ; the vicar is the Reverend Josiah Barnes." “ How do you know What I am thinking of ‘3” she asked. as ihey lingér on the filling waste}. Néw, you shall not look at the mill-stream, look at me.” I can guess from the tragical expression of your (face, and the Raffles of yourfyes She raised her dark, lustrous eyes to his face, and he went on : When will you trust me more thoroughly Leone 2’” She glanced at him with something of wonder, but more of fear. “ Yes, bElieve me. And now. Leone, let me tell you my plans. They are all rather underhand, but we cannot help that ; everything is fair in love and war. About twenty miles from here there isa sleepy little village called Oheton. I was there yesterday. and it. was there that this plan came to me. Oh, my darling, turn your sweet face to me and let me be quite sure that you are listening." “ I am listening, Lance," she said. “ No, not with all your heart. See how well I understand you. Your eyes linger on the water, and the falling of it makes music, and the rhyme of the music is : “ ‘ These vows were all forzot‘ten, The ring asunder broken.‘ inked. Her lover laughed. “ How could I help it, my darling '1 In you I have found the other half of my own soul. I could no more help loving you then a bird can help singing. But listen, Leone; it is as I say, if I were to go home and prey all day to them it would he useless. I have another plan. Marry me, and I can take you to them and say, ‘This is my wife.’ They could not help receiving you then, because the marriage could not be undone, and my mother, with her worldly tact will make the best of it then If I ask per- mission to marry you, they will never grant it ; if I marry you, they will be compelled to forgive it.” She drew herself half proudly from him. “I do not wish any one to be compelled to receive me, nor do I wish to be the cause of unpleasantness, " she said. " My darling, all lovers have something to suffer, The course of true love cannot run smooth. Surely you would not desert me, or forsake me, or refuse to love me be- cause I cannot change the opinion of my conservative parents. I know no Indy, no peeress in England, who is halfso beautiful, so clever as youâ€"not one. I shall be more proud to take you home as Lady Chandos than if you Were a queen's daughter. You believe me 7" “ Yes, I believe you,” she replied. “ Never mind any one else, Leone. My father admires beautiful women ‘. he will he sure to love you; my mother will be very disagreeable at first,but in a. short time she willl learn to love you, end then all will be we I.” " Yes, sweet, I am more than sure. You will he Lady Chandos, of Cawdor, and that is one of the oldest and grandest titles in England.” ‘7Buc will your mother forgive you and Iove_5_'ou ggfiin 7” she askeq anxioysly. Lord Chnndos continued : “ I know my parents well; my father is inflexible on some pomts, but easily Influ- enced; my mother is, I believe, the proud< est women in the wide world. Iknow that she expects something wonderful from me in the way of marriage ; 1 hardly think that there is 8. peeress In England that my mother would deem too good for me. and it would wound her to the heart should I marry a. woman beneath me in rank. In- deed I know she would never forgive me.” The'little white hand clung to him. “ Y ou are quite sure, Lance ‘3" she said with_._a 5017â€"“ qu_ibe sure 5’" r waters seemed to meet; even in her dreams she had never xmagined herself his wife. She uttered a little, low cry. _“ 'I_‘hen why have you loved me?” she Why are you telling me all this ‘3" she CHAPTE R VII. He plaCed the ring securely on her finger, then kissed the white hand. “ How angry you were with me the first time I kissed your hand," he said; “and now I have all your heart. There will be neither broken vows nor a. broken ring for us, Leone, no matter what the water sings or says.” “I hope not." says the girl. brightly. “ I shall take possession of my lodgings at Oheton to-morrow," he said. Ishall have to spend some little time there; but you must promise that I shall see you every evening, Leone. Will you find yonr way to the mill-wheel? When we are married, I shall try to buy the mill, the stream, and the land all round it ; it will he a. sacred spot to me. In three weeks, Leone, you will be my wife.” “ Yes," she replied, “in three weeks.” The wind fell, the ripple of the green leaves ceased, the birds had sung themsel» ves to sleep, only the water ran laughineg “ 1' am quite an willing to be marred as to be married," said Lhe young lord, “and married I will be if all the powers on eanh conspire against met” “Lance,” cried the girl, suddenly, “ do you know what the water saysâ€"can you hear it ‘2" “No,” he replied, with a. laugh ; I have not; such a vivul fancy as you. W hat does i3 “1?”, , "I cannot, hear that ; if it says anything at all, it is nothing but love, nothing but love.” And then, as the shades of night were coxllfiug' on. he saw her 57115er home. “The me." who hesitates is lost,” he said. “ All the thinking m the world can- not alter matters, nor make me love my darling less." “ There is an old proverb I should like to recommend to you,” said Sir Frank Euston; “in is thisâ€"a. yonng man married is a young man marred.” » “ i know? how uselesa all arguments are,” said his friend, “ when a man determines to be foolish ; but: do think for one moment. of the terrible disappointment to your par. eats.” “Nothing but sorrow, nothing but 901' row,” she chanted. “Of course,” said Sir Frank. “if you put me an my honor, I cannot speak, but I beg of'youfo’g‘bop {1nd phinkfl “I do not. see it: they have no right to be disappointed; my father married to please himsglf. why should I 1195: d_o the same ‘3“ ;‘ Looking down. she saw the flash of the diamonds in the little pool that lay between two stones. Lord Chaudos wiped in and dried it. Thai same evening Lord Chandos and Siggfauk Eugpon _t;a.l§‘ed_éong_ toggpher. Lord Chahdos laughed ; his handsome face was flushed and eager. “ You will prize it all the more because it has been dipped in your favorite stream.” he said. “Give me your hand again, Leone; we shall have better fortune this time.” “ This is what IadieE call an engagement- riug," he said; “ let me put it. on your fin- geE-n How strange that by this stream you should offer me a ring !” “ You seem to think there is a. fatality in the vygter, Leon_e," he sai_d, quietly. “ I have an idea that: I cinnob' express, but it. seems to me that, story is told in the falling water.” “If the water tells of a. golden bright life. all happiness with the most devoted and loving of husbands, Lhen it may tell you as much as in likes. Let me put: the ring on your finger, Leone.” She held out her handâ€"such a beautiful hand, with a soft, pink palm and tapering fingers. As he went to place the ring on her finger, it fell from his hand into the wate_r below, and Leone utcgred a low cry. ' Hebpened 355ml! jewel-case, and took fromiil a. diamond rjng. “ That is our betrothed,” he said; “ now nothing can part us. Leone. I waited for ym_x_r promisg to giv‘g you phis,” H She shrank back. “ Lance," she said, “ do you remember the words of the song, “ ‘ A ring in pledge he gave her. And vows of love he spoke.’ “It; is no}, lost," he said: “it has nan fallen into the stream, it is here.” “You must keep our secret from that honest, stolid, good uncle of yours,” said Lord Chandoa, “or he will think himsell bound to call and tell Dr. Hervey. You promise me, then Leone, my love, to do V\ hat I ask. and (o be my own beloved wife, when the three weeks are over 7" “ Yes, I promise, Lance,” she replied. Her voice was grave and sweet, her beautiful face had on it the light of a beau~ tiful and noble love. “Then kiss me, as the children say, of your own accord. and let. that kiss be our betrothal." She raised her lips to his for the first time and kissed him. . There was no resisting the pleading of the handsome young face. the loving eyes, the tender words, the passionate kisses ; she could not resist them ; it was so sweet to be loved so well. “My darling, there is only one thing that. can bring trouble on me and than would be to lose You ; hat would kill me. You hear me.Leone, it would not make me grow thin and pale, after the fashion ofrejected lovers, but would kill me. Do not ask me to leave you an hour longer than I need. Ah. my love yield ;do not grieve me with a hundred obstacles. -â€"not even with one. Yield. and am; that you will agree to my plan." “It cannot be. \Vhy, Leone, where is your reason? If even your uncle knew, he would interfere to preventit‘ In his slow, stolid, honest mind he would think such a marriage quite wrong, you may be Sure ; he would talk about caste, and posi‘ tion, and all kinds of nonsense. We must keep our secret to ourselves, my darling, if we wish to be married at all. Surely. Leone. you love me enough to sacrifice your Wishes to me on this point?” The beautiful face was raised to his. “I love you well enough to die for you, and far too well to bring trouble on you, Lance." sincere. His face grew grave as her own. “ That; cannot be,” he replxed. “You see, Leone. I am not of age : I shall not be twenty-one until September: and if my parents knew of it, they have power to for- bid the mar.-iage, and we could not be married; but, done without their know~ ledge. they are of coarse powerless.” “1 do not like it,” she Said with a. shud- der; “ I would rather 3.11 wan open and “ Yoix are, outraging all the ldwrsvgffiiou'. Section three of the electoral franchise act, passed at the recent session of the House of Commons, reads as follows :â€" “For the purposes of the revision in the present year, section fifteen of the electoral franchise act, as the said section is enacted by section four of chapter eight of the stat- utes of 1890, as amended by section two of chapter eighteen of the statutes of 189l, shallbe read and construed as if the words ‘first day of June inleach year’ in the first and second lines thereof were struck out and the words ‘ first day of August‘ substituted therefor, and as it the word ‘Augnst' in the fourteenth line of subsection five thereof were struck out and the word ‘ October ’ substituted therefor.” Séction two of chapter eighteen of the statutes of 1891 substituted for the word August the words “ up to but not later than the fifteenth day of August." As the act of 1894 applies to the enactment of 1890 as amended by the act of l89l,declarauons for the preliminary revision must be received by the revising officer “up to but not later than October fifteenth." One of the most bathing of the numerous sanitary problems of London Eng., is the abnormally high mortality from diphtheria. The number of deaths was actuall y 3,265 last year,which is very greatly in excess of the rate of mortality in the provinces, and is even stated to be a. rate three times as high as that of the unsanitary cities of the east. What is the cause of this? Some authorities ascribe it to the evil system of collecting the refuse of the metropolis in baskets and carrying it through houses to the cart on the street, the germs af disease being prone.ny scattered in that way. Medical opinion seems to be divided as to the efficacy of the injections advocated by The British Medical Journal as a. new cure for this terrible malady. ' OrdinIfi‘jy Citizéu (earnestly)â€"“No siree, it isn’n. I’ve been run into by one my- self.” Sheâ€" “ Th 3y thought the world of each other. He reignnd in her heart, and she reigned in his." He.â€"“And they didn’t know enough to go in when in reigned?” Wheelman (sententiously)â€"“The bicycle is no_l_0ugerr§ gay.” 1- . 11‘? Ancient St. John’s Lodge A. Rand A. M., of Kingston,he1d its first meeting 100 years ago Tuesday of last week. “ I‘ promise, to save you from greater risk, but I do it against my will, my rea- son, my good sense, my conscience, and everything else." Lord Chaudos laughed aloud. “ You will forget. everything of that kind." he said, “ when you see Leone.” “ I'shoula never ask you to do anything so foolish, Lance; I wmh that I had not given my word of honor no keep your secret: I am quite sure that. I ought to send word to the earl and countess at once; I cannot, as I have promised not to do so, but I regret it; “ Myvdear Frank, nothing in the world would stop me ; if anything were done to prevent my marriage now, I would simply await another and more favorable oppor- tunity ; my mind is made up. I love the git! with all my heart, and she. no other. shall be my wife. If you refuse to act for me, well and good ; I shall find some one else.” And the two friends- parted, mutually dissamsfied. “You must not say that again, Frank, or we shall be friends no longer.” “I do not; want to ofieud you, Lance; but you are really too young to think of marriage. Your tastes are not formed yet ; that which pleases you now you will dislike in ix or ten years' time. I assure you that; if you marry this farmer’s niece now, in ten years’ time you will repent it in sackcloth and ashes. She is not fit, either by manner. education, or anything else. to be your mother's daughter, and you know it. ; you know that when the glamour of her beauty is over you will wonder as your own madness and folly. Be warned in time." “ Anvd you are mad,” said Sir Frank. quietly; “one day you wfll know how mad.” Lord Chandos laughed. “ There is method in my madness. Come, Frank, we have been such friends I would do anything you asked me." “ Now, Frank, I have listened patiently; I have heard all that you have had to say ; I have weighed every argument, and I re- main unconvinced. You have but to say whether you will do this to oblige me or not. " - Lance.” “Never mind what it ouly_promisre.” “ You may as well reason with a mad- man as a man in love,” 8&id the young lordling! ” and I am igAl‘ovet’: “ If you would but be reasonable, Lance, said his friend. “Inm not. reasonable. When did you ever sea reason and love go hand in band together 2" _ “You have asked me to be the witness of your marriage,” said Frank, and that en titles me to speak my mind. I do speak it, frankly, honestly, plainiyfim I should thank God for any friend to speak to a brother nf my own if he felt inclined to make a sim- pleto'n of himselfz” “My den-r Lance," said his friend, " you make just this one mistake ; you are not a may at all, y_ou sir? a.»boy_." 7‘ They should do so always, and do Whelthe lgve i_s wlqrth h‘gvingfi ‘ “ I call myself a sensible man to marry for love. not a simpleton,“ said Lord Ghan- dos grandly. _ He atopbéd suddenlyifor the young lord looked at, him with a defiant, fierce face. A. hot flush came over the young lord’s face; a stange quiet: came into his voice. “We will discuss WhM. you like, Frank, but. you must, not touch the young lady’s name, we will leave that out of the ques- tion. " class," said Sir Frank. “ However beauti- ful a farmer's niece may be, we cannot suppose even a miracle could fit her to take the place of the Countess of Lanswell.” If [do it, remember, it is under protest, Revision of the Lists. Diphtheria 1n London. (To BF. coxyrxxmw.) Not Toy-Like. under, if you “I think I had been told that the practice dated from the time when the Prince visited India. in the Serapis. At all events, I had no such garment, and there was no time to procure it. At 7 o'clock I embarked with my portmnnceau in She Wherry I had engaged. “ ‘Wlmc ship, sir ‘2' said the boatman. “ I told him. In a few minutes we were alongside. The Osborne is a. comfortable paddleboat of about: 800 tons. She is painted a. dark blue, picked out with gold and white. An electric launch was along- side. [scrambled up the companion and was greeted by Capt. Milne, the command- er- “ The prince WM not yet on bosrd,and to the popular captain of the royal yacht I confided my difficulty about; costume. He confirmed the impression I had gained that on board the Osborne ordinary evening dress is dxscardad in favor of a. marine ear- ment. Just then His Royal Highness came on board, and was saluted by the officer on watch and the captain. “ In a. short time every one was assem- bled, and the dinner being announced. the Duke of Connaught led the Prince of Wales to the dining saloon on deck. Some twenty guests were present, and a beautiful sight was presented when all were seated at table. Lovely fruits and flowers graced the board. Beautiful ladies and famous men in the highest spirits surrounded it. The glass sides to the saloon were withdrawn, and we sat at dinner in the midst of a fairy scene. Already some of the yachts had begun their illuminations. The town of Cowes and the quay were gay with colored lights. Beautiful music was being discours- ed from the upper deck. After dinner and cigars, the electric launches were ordered alongside and we were all conveyed to the Royal Yacht Sqadron headquarters, in order to gaze on the fireworks in ease and comfort. The work of transporting the whole company was carried out with the greatest ease and comfort in a few moments. each guest being told off to a boat. On landing at the squadron boatslip, we were conducted to the balcony of‘the club house, where the fireworks began with the firing of a. gun. It was a beautiful night, and the scene could not be matched by any country except England. Those of “Asiauming thnc dinner was MS or 8.30, this would give me ample time to dress. To dress! Ah! that was the question. The thought suddenly struck me that I had heard that the guests of the Prince of Wales, when afloat. are expected to attire themselves in yachtlng jackets of a. special pattern. “Entering into conversation with me the Pnnce was good enough to excuse the de- ficiency in my toilet,for which I apologized. The Osborne’s deck is carpeted and covered with an awning. Comfortable lounges and deck chairs are scattered about, and there A writer in a London weekly, desc‘h’bes a. night on the Prince of Wales' yacht, which is of interest at the moment. The uniden- tified guest says :â€"“ A telegram from Sir Francis Knollys, saying that the Prince of Wales invxted me to dine and sleep on board the Osborne. took me to Cowes on a Friday afternoon in the yachting season. “ It was a beautiful day. A fresh breeze was blowing from the west. and the flags of the yachts, the guardehip. the Vic- toria and Albert, and the Osborne, flew stiflly from their respective masLe. Reaching Cowes at 5 o’clock, I went to the hotel in the first instance to get a. cup of tea and a httle rest after my journey from town. I failed to learn what tlme was the dinner hour on board the Osborne. but I arranged for a boat to take me on board at 7 p.m. is a strange blending of the smartness of a man«o‘-war with the luxury of a yacht. In ashort time I was shown to my cabin, a most comfortable stateroom, hung with a pretty chintz of an exquisite freshness. The P. and 0. and the Cunard company have larger cabins. but none 50 prettin and compactly arranged. The steward brought me all I wanted, and I was soon ready for dinner. Entering the drawing- room below deck, while awaiting the as- sembly of the company, I had leisure to notice the lovely flowers and exquisite taste of the decorations. Beautiful water-color drawings of fair scenes in southern waters adorned the Walls or bulkheads, and but for the sloping heel of the mizzenmast risâ€" ing through the floor there was nothing to tell that we Were afloat. “In the morning a cupof tea was brought to the cabin by the steward, and at 9.30 breakfast was served in the beautiful din- ing saloon on deck. The air was freehand the little ripple against the side of the royal yacht was a pleasant sound. The scene by daylight was, perhaps. even more entrancing than the fairy fireworks of the night beiore, and a. hundred yachts were tripping their anchors preparatory to a start. The Prince enters. We all rise and remain standing until he is seated, then continue our breakfast. After the meal a iew brief words accomplish my courteous dismissal,a.nd l embark for Cowes, en route back to town, not altogether sorry that my visit, pleasant as it was, is over.” us who were to sleep on board were con- veyed to the Osborne in the same way we had come. We arrived on board after midnight, when some sandwiches and :L-raCed waters, with, perhaps, a. slight ad- mixture of good old Scotch whiskey, were acceptable. The Prince staid up to the last, the llfa and soul of the party. How Our Dlnrd and Slop: Alma 1' the Royal Yacht 0sborne. ;‘ Sir Andrew Agnew, of Lucknow, a well- known Scotch baronet, was long pestered by an impudent sort of persou,who insisted on being constantly “underfoot.” Finally, however, he dropped off, and Sir Andrew was asked how he got rid of him. “Oh,” said he,u“I gave him a broad hint.” “A broad bin!) '2" repeated the inQuirer. "I thought he was one of those who never could be induced to take one.” “By ms saul,” said Sir Andrew, “he was obleeged to tsk’ it E For as the chiel wadna gang out, at the door, I just threw him 00L of the window l” THE PRINCE AS A HOST‘ Broad Hint.