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OLD BIRDS.
Angels call it heavenly joy; Infernal tortures the devils say; And men?
They call it--Love.
"By the way, dear," said Lady Cantourne to her niece the next afternoon, "I have asked a Miss Gordon to come to tea this afternoon.

I met her last night at the Fitzmannerings.

She lives in Loango and knows Jack.
I thought you might like to know her.

She is exceptionally ladylike and rather pretty." And straightway Miss Millicent Chyne went upstairs to put on her best dress.
We men cannot expect to understand these small matters--these exigencies, as it were, of female life.