"They are better than ever to-day." For a second, as though he were part of the scenery, those violet eyes met his with a casual impersonal glance.

Then their owner slowly spread out her own copy of the Mail.
"What's the news ?" asked the statesman, drinking deep from his glass of water.
"Don't ask me," the girl answered, without looking up.

"I've found something more entertaining than news.

Do you know--the English papers run humorous columns! Only they aren't called that.

They're called Personal Notices.