Revenge in the man's ear. "Flatter him
extravagantly for the qualities he knows he doesn't possess."

XIX

SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS

An anarchist threw a bomb at the equipage of a king, and missed him.

A dancer threw a kiss to his box....

XX

RESPECT

The mistress of the man on trial for bigamy was in tears.

"What is it, dear?" the man asked of her, tenderly.

The woman's frame shook under her sobs. "You don't respect me," she
wailed. "Because if you did, you'd marry me."

XXI

TEMPERAMENT

The rage of the artiste knew no bounds. That she should be thus annoyed
just before her appearance in the great scene! She stamped about her
dressing-room; she threw her arms heavenward; she brushed the vase of
roses from her table; she slapped her maid for venturing at such a
moment to speak to her; she sank exhausted into an armchair, a bottle of
salts pressed to her nostril.

It was full fifteen minutes before she recovered.

Then she went out upon the stage and began her famous interpretation of
the great scene in which she chloroforms the detective, breaks open the
safe, shoots the policeman who attempts to handcuff her, smashes the
glass in the window with the piano stool and makes her getaway by
sliding down the railing of the fire-escape.

XXII

IMMORTALITY

The little son of the reverend man of God stood at his father's knee and
bade him speak to him of immortality.

And the reverend man of God, his father, spoke to him of immortality,
eloquently, impressively, convincingly.

But what he spoke to him of immortality we need not here repeat, for the
while he spoke out of the romantic eloquence of his heart, his
matter-of-fact mind kept incorrigibly whispering to him that immortality
is the theory that life is a rough ocean voyage and the soul a club
breakfast.

XXIII

INSPIRATION

A poet, searching for Inspiration, looked into the hearts of all the
women he knew. But all the hearts of these were empty and he found it
not. And then, presently, in the heart of one woman whom he had
forgotten, at the edge of a deep forest, he found what he sought for.
For the heart of this woman was full. And as he looked at this heart, it
seemed to him strangely familiar, as if, long ago, he had seen it
before. And as he looked, the truth dawned fair upon him. The heart was
his own.

XXIV

RECIPE

A young fellow, with something of the climber to him, took himself