Who pays any 'tention to him I'd like to know ?" There was a burst of laughter from the whittlers.

Schofields' sat in patient silence for a full minute, as one who knew that no official is too lofty to escape the anathemas of envy.

Then he sprang to his feet and shook his fist at Martin, who was disappearing within the door of the hotel.

"Go to Halifax!" he shouted.
The dining-room of the Palace Hotel was a large, airy apartment, rustling with artistically perforated and slashed pink paper that hung everywhere, at this season of the year, to lend festal effect as well as to palliate the scourge of flies.

There were six or seven large tables, all vacant except that at which Columbus Landis, the landlord, sat with his guests, while his wife and children ate in the kitchen by their own preference.