"Lard, he du be a vast goer, be Joe Blundell.

Dr. Blundell, who sat opposite his patient, was neither prosperous nor self-satisfied.

" "Dr. Blundell," said Sir Timothy, pompously, "when I took the very unusual step of leaving home the day before yesterday, I had resolved to follow the advice you gave me.

" "Did he?" said Blundell, turning away his head.

" "Fortunately," said Blundell, cheerfully, "you have a fine constitution, and you have lived a healthy abstemious life.

" Dr. Blundell coloured.

"He's an infernal self-willed, obstinate, heartless young cub on top, then," said Blundell.

" "Sons generally begin life by differing from their fathers, and end by imitating them," said Blundell, sharply.

" Dr. Blundell made an involuntary movement, which the canon did not perceive.

"You always want the t's crossed and the i's dotted," said Blundell, impatiently.

Good God, Blundell!

"Nonsense, canon, nonsense," said Dr. Blundell, laying a friendly hand on his shoulder.

As the sisters appeared inclined to devote themselves to their clerical visitor rather exclusively, he drew near the recess to which Dr. Blundell had retired, and joined him in the oriel window.

Dr. Blundell, would you have the goodness to await me a little longer?

" "I have them," said Dr. Blundell, from the armchair by the study fire.

I am bound to say Dr. Blundell thought so too, though his opinion is neither here nor there in such a matter, but so long as you understand that my only desire is that both she and I should do what is most correct and proper."

The third case, Zoe Blundell's leap to nothingness, in that harsh and ruthless masterpiece, Mid-Channel, is as inevitable as anything can well be in human destiny.

SEE Blundell, Agnes M. The New Testament.

Margaret Bloom (A); 3Nov58, R223542. BLUNDELL, AGNES M. The living voice.

" "Givemy loveto everybody," said Blundell, faintly.

Now, two of you" Mr. Blundell, with a great effort, and assisted by Venia and the sergeant, sat up.

You take my advice and get 'ome and get to bed, and the first thing you'll do when you get your senses back will be to go round and thank Mr. Blundell for all 'e's done for you.

"I don't want any thanks, Mr. Turnbull," said Blundell, feebly, as he was assisted to his feet.

" The stout fisherman patted him admiringly on the back, and Mr. Turnbull felt like a prophet beholding a realised vision as the spectators clustered round Mr. Blundell and followed their friends' example.

Venia was the first to congratulate him upon his recovery; but his extraordinary behaviour in proposing to Miss Sippet the very day on which she herself became Mrs. Blundell convinced her that his recovery was only part