cheap, don't you, CHOC'LIT? Everythink for nothen' is what _you_ want,
ain't it? _I_ know yer!

[_The Warrior stalks on impassively, ignoring these gibes;
whether he is reflecting on the beauty and heartlessness of
the Pale-face Maiden, or resolving to save up for the monkey
if it takes him a lifetime, or thinking of something else
totally different, or of nothing whatever, is a dark secret
which he keeps to himself._

* * * * *

THE PLAYFUL SALLY.

[Illustration: "How Abbey could I be with either!"]

O SARAH B.! O Mr. ABBEY! What un-ABBEY thought induced you to select
so dreary a play as _Pauline Blanchard_ wherewith to weary the
British Public? And what a finish! _Pauline_, all for the sake of
her disappointed lover, kills her husband with a sickle!--a sickle-ly
sight--and then reaps her reward. M. PERON, the Maire, was effective.
Ancient _Angelina_, Mme. GILBERTE FLEURY, "fetched" everybody, and in
her turn was fetched by M. FLEURY from a loft where stage-business
had taken her in the previous Act, in order to receive her share of
the plaudits. We hear that SARAH has accepted a One-Act piece called
_Salammbô_, by OSCAR WILDE. Naturally we all see SARAH in the first
part of _Sal_. Perhaps the "_ambo_" means SARAH and OSCAR. Being an
Eastern subject, SARAH sees the chance in it of a Sara-scenic success.
On Saturday last, with her wonderful _La Tosca_ in the afternoon, and
her _Dame aux Camélias_ (the "O'Camélias" sounds like an Irish title)