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years' penal servitude for wrecking a train in 

 the cause of Woman's Suffrage). 



Lord Porpentine opened the new game by 

 leading a small Babe ; I covered this with a 

 Biblical picture-postcard of the Infant Samuel, 

 from Dummy's hand; Ck)lonel Blood-Busterfield 

 was short in this suit and had to throw away a 

 Cuh ; and with an exclamation of triumph I 

 played a peculiarly atrocious kodak of a nude 

 infant lying on a horse-hair rug sucking its toes 

 with an expression of ineffable fatuity. 



" That's ugly enough to take any trick !" I 

 remarked to my partner; but the words had 

 scarcely left my lips before I realized that I had 

 said the wrong thing. 



Miss Wicklow suddenly became crimson in 

 the face, and, rising from the table in a very 

 dignified manner, declared that she wasn't going 

 to stay there any longer to be insulted. 



" What on earth do you mean, my dear 

 Emily ?" I inquired in dismay. 



" You know perfectly well," she replied. 

 " That is a snapshot of me, taken by Aunt Ella 

 when I was two years old. I shall never, never 

 speak to you again !" 



Needless to say the game broke up in con- 

 fusion, and in the morrow's Morning Post a 

 small paragraph informed interested readers 

 that the marriage arranged between Miss Emily 



