Now that it is over I cannot help being thankful that I did not ask Jack for the name of the lady before I saw Rufus.

Good-night.

I think I've burned a hole in the pillow." [Illustration] [Illustration] CHAPTER XXVI.
ARCADIANS AT BAY.
I have said that Jimmy spent much of his time in contributing to various leading waste-paper baskets, and that of an evening he was usually to be found prone on my hearth-rug.

When he entered my room he was ever willing to tell us what he thought of editors, but his meerschaum with the cherry-wood stem gradually drove all passion from his breast, and instead of upbraiding more successful men than himself, he then lazily scribbled letters to them on my wall-paper.

The wall to the right of the fireplace was thick with these epistles, which seemed to give Jimmy relief, though William John had to scrape and scrub at them next morning with india-rubber.