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amusing story is going the round of the ladies' dnbe in the A certain lady, whom we will call Mrs. Jones, invited another lady, whom we may designate Mrs. Brown, to Innchean, along with some other guests, Mrs. Broin the possessor of very handsome jacket

Scott used to*, spend his the hon. treasurership by Mr. James Mallam name Walter Scott to the fore. Some holidays wlten he was small boy, and who had served for many years with care hod not breakfasted at tho unearthly where clapped his child-hand at the

Witkjrmwln Uk&llMigec, Mr. *nd Mrs., Boll Mt. Olmiiuars, Mrs. Dnlout, Elwyii-rosd. (Wmtwrlun. Ms*. IU. St. Aatr*W**i- Cksmisr. Mr. sod Mrs. Kdwin. Ita. Oasudlsr, snd Mrs, Ovyals, Gx«Ur-rd. Chandler, Mrs, Kieter-rd. Chaplin, Mr and Mrs. ♦d. Morton-rd. Chaster

and Mrs alley, Mrl and Mrs J Disney Jesse, Mr and! Mrs George Jesse Penroses-11 r and Mrs Holman, Miss Holman 4 Mr & Mrs Waller Travancore-Mr & Mrs Boworbank 1 and family 5 Mrs Nealt, Miss Neale, 1 6 Mr Dusford 7 Mr and

brimming over with his information. Captain Trevanon took his pipe out of his mouth and listened open-mouthed. He remembered the stranger perfectly, remembered also that the laird had been distrait with the air of a man who had something ou his mind. And then

people to be born a foggy night-- he paused as if the mist had got into his brain, a,nd stood gauging his own fitness for the task before him by a furtive caress to his chin. The laird, standing by the grate, laughed suddenly, noisily. Ws good enough to

shall able to pass the night quite well enough. Lead on, Mr. Landlord, you know the way. and will lollow.” Dicey did was '»id. Reginald felt his conjectures strengthened certainty they went on. Lady Aline's bedroom window looked out on the stable vard. had

influential embers of the laity became impatient of their con- LOOKED IN THE GLASS. WHAT A LADY SAW. A Newcastle paper relates the following experiences of a South Shields lady whose looking-giaah proved the means of restoring to her a treasury she had long lost

me introduce Mr. Knyvett, my election agent, Mrs. Macdonald. There was always a portentous solemnity in Mr. Beghie's allusions to the possibility of his becoming a member of Parliament, and they invariably made him, as it were, prove his own capability

had been in negotiation with Mr. Begbie for weeks; the deed was sent here for signature.” “Sent hare,” she echoed dully. uere ; , -s you say, it lot amoug his papers, he must have had it in his pocket when he was drowned.” his pocket,” she echoed again;