thief!" The landlord felt very much depressed after this last interview with Bullard, as he saw he was determined not to be removed from his quarters. A morning or two after, as Bullard's land lord was going down town he saw standing in the door a brother lodging-house man. " Thank heaven, he's gone ! " said the man as Bullard's landlord came up. *' Thank heaven, I'm rid of him at last !" " Bid of whom ? " "Why, of the big fat man you see yonder waddling down the street," "What of him?"

" Enough of him ! He cleaned nearly every man out of my house before he left. They wouldn't stop in the flame block with that snorting Faktaffian porpoise, sir.*

" He's a good one, is he 1 " " A good one ? He's a perfect terror ! He's m.ore different kinds of a snorer than any man I ever heard, and every time he qhanges his key it is for the worse. While I had him here crowds were gathering in frc^t of the house nightly, wondering wint was the matter within, and the police oame in one night thinking some one waß being murdered My dog ran away, and all the cats left the house, sir ! "

'* And the man you pointed out to me is this snorer 1 " "Yes, sir, he is, and may he burst ! " " Good day, sir ! " and Bullard's land lord hastened down the street.
The next morning, with the first peep of day, Bullard, puffing and blowing, rushed into the presence of his landlord.
