further. It was, in fact, turning round for its journey back to London,
while in the distance the rear lights of our last down tram seemed to wink
a derisive farewell.

There was nothing for it but to go ahead calmly and steadily, and we did
so. It was somewhere about the end of the fourth mile that Mary asked
suddenly:--

"What was it you said clogged the wheels of progress everywhere?"

"Flurry," I said feebly.

"Well, _I_ think it's blisters," she said.

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FILM NOTES.

Those who are still inclined to question whether the cinema is to be
regarded as a serious force in the realm of Art should not only read the
frequent contributions to _The Times_ and other newspapers on this
department of the drama, but should bear in mind that quite recently it has
been stated that both the Rev. SILAS K. HOCKING and Mr. JACK DEMPSEY have
taken part in photo-plays. It cannot be doubted that the peculiar talent
required for making the heart of the people throb is being revealed in the
most unlikely places.

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If proof were needed that the art of the film is a dangerous rival to that