John Thomas will overlook and scold and order his thousand hands all day, talk even his mother down while he eats his dinner, and then lecture or lead his Musical Union, or conduct a poor man's concert, or go to 'the Weaver's Union,' and what he calls 'threep them' for two or three hours that labor is ruining capital, and killing the goose that lays golden eggs for them.

Oh, they are a wonderful race, Ruth!" "I really can't discuss them now, Ethel." "Don't you want to know what Tyrrel said to me this afternoon ?" "My dear, I know.

Lovers have said such things before, and lovers will say them evermore.

You shall tell me in the morning.

I thought he looked distrait and bored with our company." Indeed, Tyrrel was so remarkably quiet that John Thomas also noticed his mood, and as they sat smoking in Tyrrel's room, he resolved to find out the reason, and with his usual directness asked: "What do you think of Ethel Rawdon, Tyrrel." "I think she is the most beautiful woman I ever saw.