probably "afford employment for
the gentlemen of the long robe."

* * * * *

The _Observer_ recently warned us that--

"LOUISA Lady AILESBURY must not be confounded with MARIA
Lady AILESBURY, who is the widow of the elder brother of her
husband."

There is surely some misapprehension here. Lady "A." did not marry her
deceased husband's brother, whether "elder" or younger.

* * * * *

THE TRAVELLING COMPANIONS.

NO. XIII.

SCENE--_A hundred yards or so from the top of Monte Generoso,
above Lake Lugano. CULCHARD, who, with a crowd of other
excursionists, has made the ascent by rail, is toiling up the
steep and very slippery slope to the summit._

_Culchard_ (_to himself, as he stops to pant_). _More_ climbing! I
thought this line was supposed to go to the top! But that's Italian
all over--hem--as PODBURY would say! Wonder, by the way, if he
expected to be asked to come with me. I've no reason for sacrificing
myself like that any longer! (_He sighs._) Ah, HYPATIA, if you could
know what a dreary disenchanted blank you have made of my life! And I
who believed you capable of appreciating such devotion as mine!

_A Voice behind_. My! If I don't know that back I'll just give up!
How've _you_ been getting along all this time, Mr. CULCHARD?

_Culch._ (_turning_). Miss TROTTER! A most delightful
and--er--unexpected meeting, indeed!

[Illustration: "Struggling with a long printed Panorama."]

_Miss Trotter_. Well, we came up on the cars in front of yours. We've
taken rooms at the hotel up here. Poppa reckoned the air would be kind
of fresher on the top of this mountain, and I don't believe but what
he's right either. I guess I shall want another hairpin through _my_
hat. And are you still going around with Mr. PODBURY? As inseparable
as ever, I presume?

_Culch._ Er--_about_ as inseparable. That is, we are still travelling
together--only, on this particular afternoon--

_Miss T._ He went and got mislaid? I see. He used to stray
considerable over in Germany, didn't he? Well, I'm real pleased to see
_you_ anyway. And how's the poetry been panning out? I hope you've had
a pretty good yield of sonnets?

_Culch._ (_to himself_). She's really grown distinctly prettier.
She might show a little more _feeling_, though, considering we were
almost, if not quite--(_Aloud._) So you remember my poor poems? I'm
afraid I have not been v