Mr.Thompson--Mr.Loring.

Mr.
Loring is one of our rising young artists." "The rising young artist," said Loring with a flash of white teeth, "is trying to get up a whist game, to pass away the time.

Will you gentlemen assist ?" He turned aside in a paroxysm of coughing.
"Certainly, certainly--that is, if Mr.Thompson plays .-- --That's a bad cough you've got there, Loring." "Yes--caught cold fishing," said the artist.

"Will you join us, Mr.
Thompson ?" "Glad to," said that worthy.

"Only my game is bumble-puppy.