Deceivers Ever*. Christmas Eve—l was lifting the brownest piece of the Christmas goose to my lips when she looked ;it me. She was pretty-bewitchiiigly pretty. Tier teeth were as white as tin; celery they nibbled, and when you looked into her eyes you thought of champagne ami June skies in Provence. " She's a vegetarian, you know," whis pered the Judge's wife as she nudged nu; witli her fat elbow. "Oh!" 1 murmured, and looked across the table. "She" was demurely eating French peas and mushrooms. If some one had told me that her favourite dish was Japanese cauliflower and kangaroo kid neys, I should have started out on the hunt for them before breakfast. For I love her—l love her passionately! December Uii-l called on her aunt to night—of course, to see "her." We sat under the chrysanthemums in the colo nial window seat and lalked-ov rather, she talked. It is true; "there is much learning from these convert iles." She look me back into the Harden of Eden, and told mo that the fatal gift which brought death into the world was not fruit at all, but meat. She insisted that the eternal liver romplaint of Prometheus was not due so much to the 'theft of fire, but to the use of this lire for roast ing tlesh. 1 am nearly convinced. If Jea.uiette is right, all the ills that flesh is heir to are caused by meat pasties. and capons, and roast pig, and even by innocent lamb chops and unsuspecting spare ribs. If Jeannette is right, the only way to drive disease from the world is to return to the days of nuts, and fruits, and in nocence. But ah, Jeannette! There is one disease that vegetarianism cannot cure; and that is December 29—1 have tried vegetarian ism, indirectly. For three days meat has not touched the dear brown mouth of Toto. Toto is beginning to look brighter already. He no longer dozes before the lire, as formerly; as soon as he finishes his frugal meal, he scratches at the door and has no rest till I allow him to run out into the garden. After half-an-hour he. 