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548 =F ee “that she'll be waiting here for -me,” he muttered. For a moment Red Alec was blinded by the giddy lights and the flash of wild, tem- pestuous petticoats. Then through the whirl his eye caught the giant form of the Gorilla, the "Eracadie Queen folded in his arms. Red Alec stood like a man who had sud- denly aged, mumbling feebly to himself. “T thought she’d wait. I thought she’d wait. But no, they’re all the same; there’s none o’ them that ye can trust.” With his dream so swiftly shattered he wondered what it was that he had fought for through the raging seas and over the precipitous rocks. Ls j ARGOSY-ALEST ORY WEEKLY. The shock of all that he had passed through overcame him, and he staggered to a seat. What was left? gor 7 As if in answer to that query, faintly from far away there came the chimes of Stella Maris. Instinctively his ‘hand reached out again to clasp the Clan Ranald Cross. He knew where he would go. Rising slowly, he started for the door. Whither now could he ‘Just then a shrill scream, a voice that searched him, that enthralled him. He turned to see a lovely figure burst away from her dancing paene: and dart toward him. Yes, something more remained. v A MUSIC TRUST AFD the horsey to the pussy: “ Take the raveled end of me, Chafe it briskly o’er the contents of the central part,of you, And the hearers are transported to the pinnacle of glee, Though perhaps they don’t remember where this lovely music grew.” Mewed the pussy to the horsey: “ You are eminently right. There is magic in my innards when they’re tickled by your hair. You have doubtless heard my yowlings on the rearward fence at night. While old shoes and other missiles go skyhooting through the air. That’s a sample of the music that my viscera produces Ere they amputate the tresses of your tail or of your mane. None would ever think my solos came from Pryor’s band or Sousa’s, Till they’ve dried my works and horsehair is massaged across the grain!” = = 4 We're the greatest two musicians in the universe, I’ve reckoned,” -_- Neighed-old Dobbin to Grimalkin. af Ask F. Kreisler and his like! And the boastful world of music wouldn’t last a blooming second If the leaders of the union were to order us to strike!” Strickland Gilzlat. Eomichbooks (C@) LAA