LURE OF THE LAND.

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A MAN WHO BOUGHT A FARM——BECAUSE AN OPEN-AIR LIFE APPEALED TO HIM——AND BECAUSE IT MADE ONE ONE'S OWN MASTER—
—BECAUSE, MOREOVER, HE WAS FOND OF ANIMALS——AND ALSO BECAUSE ANY AMOUNT OF EXPERT OPINION WAS ALWAYS AVAILABLE IN CASES OF DOUBT—
—BECAUSE, AGAIN, THE ELEMENT OF UNCERTAINTY GAVE SUCH A CHARM TO IT——AND, FURTHER, BECAUSE CERTAIN SECTIONS WERE BOUND TO BE PROFITABLE——IN ADDITION BECAUSE UP-TO-DATE APPLIANCES MADE EVERYTHING SO EASY—
—BECAUSE, IN PARTICULAR, IT TOOK ONE BACK TO NATURE, AND HELPED ONE TO AN UNDERSTANDING OF NATURAL LAWS——AND, LASTLY, BECAUSE, AFTER ALL, ONE COULD ALWAYS GET RID OF THE BEASTLYTHING.

Author. "YOU REMEMBER MY LAST BOOK?"

Artist. "THE ONE I ILLUSTRATED?"

Author. "YES. WELL, SIR BARNES STORMER WANTS ME TO DRAMATISE IT FOR HIS NEXT WEST-END PRODUCTION."

Artist. "I SAY! THAT'S SPLENDID. I MUST READ IT."