last he seemed to hit upon an idea.

"I have it!" he exclaimed. "I have it. It's the only thing left."

"What's that?"

"Macrorie, my boy," said Jack, with an indescribable solemnity, "I'll
tell you what we must do. Let's try--

CHAPTER XIII.

"A D V E R T I S I N G!!!"

"Advertising?" said I, dubiously.

"Yes, advertising," repeated Jack. "Try it. Put a notice in all the
papers. Begin with the Quebec papers, and then send to Montreal,
Ottawa, Toronto, Hamilton, Kingston, London, and all the other towns.
After that, send notices to the leading papers of New York,
Philadelphia, Baltimore, Richmond, St. Louis, New Orleans, Cincinnati,
Portland, Chicago, Boston, and all the other towns of the United
States."

"And while I'm about it," I added, "I may as well insert them in the
English, Irish, Scotch, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Turkish, and
Indian journals."

"Oh, bosh!" said Jack, "I'm in earnest. What's the use of nonsense?
Really, my dear fellow, why not advertise in the Quebec papers? She'll
be sure to see it."

"Well," said I, after some thought, "on the whole it isn't a bad idea. It
can't do any harm at any rate."

"Harm? Why, my dear boy, it's your only chance."

"All right, then; let's try advertising."

And saying this, I brought out my entire writing-apparatus and
displayed it on the table.

"Will you try your fist at it, Jack?" I asked.

"I? nonsense! I'm no good at writing. It's as much as I can do to write
an 'I. O. U.,' though I've had no end of practice. And then, as to my
letters--you ought to see them! No, go ahead, old boy. You write, and
I'll be critic. That's about the style of thing, I fancy."

At this I sat down and commenced the laborious task of composing an
advertisement. In a short time I had written out the following:

"_A gentleman who accompanied a lady across the ice on the 3d of April,
was separated from her, and since then has been anxious to find out
what became of her. Any information will console a distracted breast.
The gentleman implores the lady to communicate with him. Address Box
3,333_."

I wrote this out, and was so very well satisfied with it, that I read
it to Jack. To my surprise end disgust, he burst out into roars of
laughter.

"Why, man alive!" he cried, "that will never do. You must never put out
that sort of thing, you know. You'll have the whole city in a state of
frantic excitement. It's too rubbishy sentimental. No go. Try a