treme, it was the practice of the domestic virtues. Ah, how I hate cant .' What were we talking about just now 1 You wander from the subject, Julian ; you are what I call bird-witted. I protest I forget what I wanted to say to you. No, I won't be reminded of it. J may be an old woman, but I am not in my dotage yet ! Why do you sit there staring ? Have you nothing to say for yourself ? Of all the people in the world, have you lost the nse of your tongue 1 " Julian's excellent temper and accurate knowledge of his aunt's character exactly fitted him to calm the rising storm. He contrived to lead Lady Janet insensibly back to the lost subject by dextrous refer ence to a narrative which he had thus far left untold —the narrative of his adventures on the Continent. " ! have a great deal to say, aunt," he replied. ' ' I have not yet told you of ray discoveries abroad." Lady Janet instantly took the bait. "I knew there was something for gotten," she said. "You have been all this time in the house, and you have told me nothing. Begin directly. " Patient Julian began. (To be continued. J

Following Down the Lawa.
A GOLDFIELDS STORY.
