When the last workman was gone with his tools; and the two men, after looking about the place for an hour, were standing on the front porch; Conrad Lagrange said, "And the stage is set.

The scene shifters are off.

The audience is waiting.

Ring up the curtain for the next act.

Even Czar has looked upon everything and calls it good--heh Czar ?" The dog went to him; and, for some minutes, the novelist looked down into the brown eyes of his four-footed companion who seemed so to understand.
Still fondling the dog,--without looking at the artist,--the older man continued, "You will have your things moved over in the morning, I suppose?
Or, will we lunch together, once more ?" Aaron King laughed--as a boy who has prepared a surprise, and has been struggling manfully to keep the secret until the proper moment should arrive.