. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. tafford Station regret have had jnishapwith train. Am afraid cannot pos-sibly be with you to-day. Much dis-tressed. Pray apologise for me.—Carlton. This is very unfortunate, said to the Mayor; I have hada telegram from Lady Carlton, on herway from Scotland, saying she hasmissed her train, and cannot join meat the Mansion House this evening,where I have an important engage-ment. I am afraid this will necessitatemy leaving for town even earlier thanI anticipated. As Mr. Spennings went back totown, he reflected: What a deligh
. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. tafford Station regret have had jnishapwith train. Am afraid cannot pos-sibly be with you to-day. Much dis-tressed. Pray apologise for me.—Carlton. This is very unfortunate, said to the Mayor; I have hada telegram from Lady Carlton, on herway from Scotland, saying she hasmissed her train, and cannot join meat the Mansion House this evening,where I have an important engage-ment. I am afraid this will necessitatemy leaving for town even earlier thanI anticipated. As Mr. Spennings went back totown, he reflected: What a delight-ful thing it is to be a peer! I shallnever refuse the honor when it isoffered me. And I have done a gooddays work, too. The foundation-stone is well and truly laid; andI dont think either the Earl of Carl-ton or the people of Derringham willsoon forget Perkins Persuasive Pills. And they didnt. True, there werea few complications when Lord Carl-tons explanatory letter to the Mayorarrived on the next morning—butthat is another When Town and Country Meet, By Elsie Singmaster in Atlantic Monthly. MOST of the men in Millerstownleft their work and started homefor dinner when they werehungry, and many of them scoldedif dinner were not ready. AdamTroxell did neither, but workedsteadily away in field or garden tillhe was summoned. Often his long-ing eyes gazed back over the fieldsto the door of the farmhouse kitchen,although he knew that the sound ofhis mothers horn could reach him inany part of the farm. To-day, from his hoeing in thesouth field, he turned his head moreoften than usual, sure that the hourfor dinner had passed, but not daringto investigate. Finally, he made uphis mind that if the shadow of thenext post had reached a certain stoneby the time that he returned from theother side of the field he would waitno longer. Before he was half-way across,however, he heard the sound of thehorn, and dropping his seed-bagwhere he stood, he started toward thefence. When he
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