MR.

ALFRED BURTON'S FAMILY There certainly was Ellen! Like a man on his way to prison, Alfred Burton took his place in a third-class carriage in his customary train to Garden Green.

Ned Miles, who travelled in the oil trade, came up and smote him upon the shoulder.
"Say, cocky, what have you been doing to yourself ?" he demanded in amazement.

"Have you robbed a bank and going about in disguise, eh?
Why, the missis won't know you!" Burton shrank a little back in his place.

His eyes seemed filled with some nameless distaste as he returned the other's gaze.
"I have taken a dislike to my former style of dress," he replied simply, "also to my moustache." "Taken a dislike--Lord love a duck!" his quondam friend exclaimed.
"Strike me blind if I should have known you! Taken a dislike to the--here, Alf, is this a game ?" "Not at all," Burton answered quietly.