Herald of Hope to her whom all men mark and love!
THE SOLE INHABITANT.
Fishing Club Keeper (to New Member). "'Xcuse me, Sir, but, bein' a Stranger, so to speak; mayhap yer mayn't ha' noticed as how this here little Bit be Private Water."
Mr. O'Bulligan (who has had bad sport). "Shure private is it ye say, Rodgers? Faith an' I'm thinkin' the whole Strame's pretty Private, for Devil a Fish is there in it at all at all, 'cept Wan, an' he's in my Basket!"
CREDIT WITHOUT CASH.
The Hon. Crœsus Cash was greatly annoyed that so many people should have been admitted to his library. He bitterly reproached his valet for this dereliction of duty.
"Beg your pardon, Sir," said his servant, "but they would come in. They said they must see you—that their lives depended on it."
"What have I to do with their lives?" growled the Hon. Crœsus. And then he added, as he entered his sanctum, "Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, what do you want? My time's precious, and I can't waste it upon strangers."