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312 Letters from Majorca. found myself reduced to something less than a state of cremation. I trembled, and hurried off Madame Pastor—but did not offer her the Support of my arm. Presently we all met at the festive midday board, which is only another way of saying that we all sat down to luncheon. H. C. and A. had previously shaken hands in token of good fellowship before breaking bread and taking salt together. I was glad that they should be reconciled at the last. Our immediate topic was naturally the absence of the lordly barouche. ‘There was absolutely no conveyance to be hired in Soller beyond a market cart, which by dint of great efforts might have landed us in Palma in twelve or eighteen hours. a Ste Me Tinie” - cane £, f sf he ca NK; oe (Bhai “, iy Rie ne Py iid I) és ‘ Mj. ee We, ) LI 7 . r oC | idl it i Si uh 44 hi ‘A Ne oe, Min | ih ON ik yi ‘4 hun o ada avai Ny» y y Mj As 3 1) 4 ity, ‘i Mh Mars INS HL A iF ; roe Nn 7 dy - \ heat : yi a" nl), Ihe "ol it ‘ Aid ee - : , , i, a 5 sti oN “4 ci Vt Sy e Ne mK ~~ Bf vip 5 of , J t A G eo ‘ rua Uda Oi, > THAN: a are st “ \ > ‘ nf Dy NY ae be wi ig aid S:: A » Wt iM PAS) OF dios "og. 4 ph ' &y WP n,m Pl ina ra J * . A be > t A gz iY { “i f 4 My 5 “ ME) sae Hae ie ? > O A 4 - bey “ watt) ai eS DE / \ he , 4 i. A Ate Aa TW eerie Cay oN : PL ae “gh tk i} Teas Nee) ||) Hi ee mae ee XD saa i eT ‘ gee “5 "3 Oty ' . | i" . q rapes Y 4 ifhen® \ A Whe 4 ) 4 pe “” wn &% y YVR 4 ~~, P : - \" . ~iete Hr “My . A ‘ Va: % » r., VY bs” 177 it Hy =) Vi = é ON ain! a | i My Th f) S44 nh ? Ries ATA oe) . be, a 07, ANT A oe " ry 5 “4 Ree 57 AIRY ce APD ON TR AY Ly oe “a% so mii Y Ty!’ we) 1% 4 i ie ‘ee 4 ‘ ay oe ‘ ‘ yp dbp ey @ re ase A s bf -e “UAeti*s ’ a a¢ > Veal. At </r. 2 beet ‘ _ fF . be EL yp . ays yl Tore . Se . mens 4%. ‘ iD ve! ’ “ At i uc j/ * al Te 1 ’ a* re ie dts by 4 . % 4, 7 = Als inte yy YL Kay \* A 62 i” bat A oN §, ML yy 4G » f, tt ey fj 47 P te tir, NZ "e Ge Y 0% *7 . . ey 4~ , 4 i i> 4 /, Ry GS 5'G 7 ~. ‘ } ee . ¢ > UF ity n — Nae we bP 7 wy > We > caraorstSI Many ate (pine DADE A Dien Qe «| Mieke 7 we aii i Ry i ae Ws — GY. . 4 ny Wy SHEP : \ fj —< ol il af} ite oe - = vat A\CAA has L ies ee | Soe ee Ba st Ne ee Ke i ea Ny A - ~~ AN OLIVE YARD. “Tt will come,” remarked A., who as usual looked on the bright side of life. “So you said yesterday of the sun,” sarcastically observed H.C. ‘But it didn’t come; and the lordly barouche won’t come either.” ‘‘Perhaps there is a fatality about the midday hour in Soller, just as in other parts of the world it is supposed to attend that of mid- night,” I ventured to suggest. ‘‘ The sun was to appear at twelve yesterday, the barouche at twelve to day; both failed. Could we not work this up into a sort of rule-of-three problem, and find the answer?” ‘“T will find you an answer at once,” laughed A. ‘ Result: stay on here, and go up the Puig Major again to-morrow.” ‘“ Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!” cried H.C, “I COMICOOOKS.G© m