cottages assailed Aurora. At last she saw her
way clearly. Never had she so realised the possibilities of life.

"I will marry Cecil," she said to herself. "With his brains, a million a
year, and the breeding to which only the highest circles can attain, we
will regenerate England."

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[Illustration:

Men of Criccieth, on to glory!
See, this banner, fam'd in story,
Waves these burning words before ye--
"David scorns to yield!"

(_With acknowledgments to the author of "The March of the Men of
Harlech."_)

["If there was any movement in the Liberal party ... it was a
movement forward. The message of the by-elections to Liberals
was ... to press on."--_Mr. Lloyd George at Criccieth._]]

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Little-known Heroes.

"On Saturday last, an up-country woman attempted to commit
suicide by laying herself across the rails. At that time the
second up Passenger train was passing but slowly and the
cow-catcher of the train almost touched the woman. The Driver
stopped the train with great pluck."--_Times of Assam._

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THE CAN-CAN.

I have four milk-boys as pets. They don't know it, but I cultivate an
intimate knowledge of their habits and study them as, once, years ago, I
was wont to study white mice and goldfish. I have watched their
development, listened to their song, and have made several interesting
discoveries about them.

When, after a hard evening's reading, perhaps, I jot down a few notes
and tumble into bed at 1 A.M., I do so with the delightful certainty
that at 6.30 the first of my pets will rouse me with his mellow
warbling. He (Number One) looks always on the bright side of things and
probably belongs to a club for incurable optimists, for he intersperses
his roulades with cheery spells of whistling. Should Number Two, who is
a pal of his, loom through the early morning mist with the lark and the
first motor-bus at the other end of the Terrace, no false modesty deters
him from making himself known; he gives a view-halloo that startles
every drooping cat in the district. He informs Number Two, while that
person is yet nebulous, a mere blur on the cosmos, that he went to the
local Empire last night, and that it was a bit of all right. With an
intermittent rumble he elicits the information that Geor-r-rge (that's
Number Two's name) went to his local