'We will get out,' he repeated, pulling the strap.

As they stood under the lamp light at the corner the wife continued her protests.

'But there were four more blocks to go.' 'My dear,' said the husband, '_that young man's throat was cut from ear to ear!_'" "You are," I remarked crossly, "a most infernal old liar." "Maybe, maybe," was the wheezy response.
[Illustration: "THE SITE OF THE OLD LENOX LIBRARY IS NOW OCCUPIED BY THE HOUSE OF MR.

HENRY C.FRICK, ONE OF THE GREAT SHOW RESIDENCES OF THE AVENUE AND THE CITY.

A BROAD GARDEN SEPARATES THE HOUSE, WHICH IS EIGHTEENTH CENTURY ENGLISH, FROM THE SIDEWALK"] "But I haven't said that it was true, have I?
Nor again have I said that it wasn't.