_Ed._ (_genially_). Oh, no, I won't give you the trouble. I will read
you what _he_ has written, and then you can see.--Ah, here it is!

[_Produces enormous pile of MS._

_Ob. Vis._ (_hesitating_). Well, perhaps, if you don't mind--

[_Suddenly remembers an appointment and exit. Editor resumes
hit work with an air of triumph. Curtain._

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THE THIEF'S MOTTO.--"Take things quietly."

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[Illustration: _Jones_. "HOW IS IT WE SEE YOU SO SELDOM AT THE CLUB
NOW?"

_Old Member_. "AH, WELL, YOU SEE, I'M NOT SO YOUNG AS I WAS; AND
I'VE HAD A GOOD DEAL OF WORRY LATELY; AND SO, WHAT WITH ONE THING AND
ANOTHER, I'VE GROWN RATHER FOND OF MY OWN SOCIETY."

_Jones_. "EPICURE!"]

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TO A PHEASANT.

A SPORTSMANLIKE(?) SONG FOR SEPTEMBER.