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A Tragedy. 11g at the long table; and such tempting things to eat! I found a seat by Emma Paul, the prettiest girl there ; Oliver Preen was next her on the other side. Mary MacEveril made room for Tod beside her. The MacEverils were proud, exclusive people, and Miss MacEveril privately looked down on some of her fellow guests; but Tod was welcome, he was of her own order. Two or three minutes later Tom Chandler came in; he also had not been able to get away earlier. He shook hands with his aunt, Mrs. Cramp, nodded to the rest of us, and deftly managed to wedge himself in between Emma Paul and young Preen. Preen did not seem pleased, Emma did; and made all the room she could, by crushing me. “T wouldn’t be in your shoes to-morrow morning, young man,” began Mr. Chandler, in a serio-comic tone, as he looked at Dick Mac Everil across the table. ‘‘ To leave the office to its own devices the first thing this morning, in defiance of orders . ‘Hang the musty old office!” interrupted MacEveril, with a genial laugh. Valentine Chandler had done the same by his office; pleasure first and business later always with both of them; but Valentine was his own master and MacEveril was not. In point of fact, Mr. Paul, not a man to be set at defiance by his clerks, was in a great rage with Dick MacEveril. I supposed the attractions of the picnic had been too powerful for Dick, and that he thought the sooner he got to it the better. But this proved to be a fallacy. Mrs. Cramp was setting her nephew right. “My dear Tom, you are mistaken. Mr. MacEveril did not come this morning ; he only got here an hour ago—like two or three more of the young men.” “Oh, did he not, Aunt Mary Ann?” replied Tom, turning his handsome, pleasant face upon her. ‘Yes, and if you were not at the office I should like to know what you did with yourself all day, Dick,” severely cried Miss MacEveril, bending forward to regard her cousin. “T went to see the pigeon-match,” said Dick, coolly. ‘To see the pigeon-match!” she echoed. ‘‘ How cruel of you! You had better not let papa know.” “Tf anyone lets him know it will be yourself, Miss Mary. And suppose you hold your tongue now,” cried Dick, not very politely. This little passage-at-arms over, we went on with tea. Afterwards we strolled out of doors and disposed of ourselves at will. Some of the Chandler girls took possession of me, and I went about with them. When it was getting late, and they had talked me deaf, I] began looking about for Tod, and found him on a bench, within the Grove. A sheltered spot. Sitting there, you could look out, but people COMICcoooks (CO) im