avid eyes of Mr. Thomas and Mr. Davies. Now one, hot for his love, would tumble his lady down the embankment in a flurry of skirts and drawers, and dive after her. Or some, who would private be, would climb over the railings into the cenotaph and lie there, a wreath for a pillow. Mr. Thomas and Mr. Davies, two little men sad among the coloured lights, tired at length of this sweet but melancholy music. It was getting late. The tide had gone right out, almost as far as the end of the pier. A solitary ship rode at anchor in the bay. It had missed the tide. They got up from their seat and walked off into the darkness. And before they had disappeared, Mr. Thomas, that buoyant and incorrigible gentleman, had quite recovered his spirits and was once more instructing his friend and pupil Unless there is visual or oral evidence to the contrary you must assume that she is a lady. But, if needs be, vulgarity must be met with vulgarity, lewdness with lewdness. And at first, Mr. Davies, you must keep talking all the time, or doing something. Speak brusquely and unromantic. Rally her. Be disillusioned and cynical. And then, as if your heart were secretly cracking, sweeten down your words to tenderness." Yes, that's the thing harry them. You must jolly them along, Mr. Davies, jolly them along." The Night of the Fire By CON MORGAN YOU should have been in Cwmcatti on the night Mrs. Dobell's shop caught fire Jim Firty Free's grandsha, who was eighty-one, said he hadn't laughed so much since the summer the Choir Outing went to Llangorse in straw hats and an open brake, and came back in the pouring rain. But then, anyone would want his head read to take heed of that old liar. He was sitting by the fire in last but one Long Row, Tubbing his rheumatics and telling Tom the Tip how he wouldn't be long about, now, Nothing in me these days, boyo, only wind and water," and before the hooter had finished blowing he was half-way down the road, running with the best of them as though a couple of pints were waiting at the end of it. There wasn't much to see except a lot of smoke billowing up in the shop window and seeping out under the door, but there was a fine old