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ee SS EE ee 120 “ Fohn Snuth, Funior.” But his rhapsody was cut short by his companion turning on his heel with a muttered—“‘ Humph!_ Proud as Lucifer!” Presently Frances came close to her father, who was talking to a tall, stout, broadly-built man, with thick curly grey hair and a very red face. ‘Ves, doctor,” he was saying, ‘‘ he’s a fine young fellow and I’m very glad and proud for Jack to have such a friend. Oh, yes, he’s the Wrangler—’Erbert John Moreton Josselyn. Capital name, isn’t it ? Now I think a good high-sounding name is a fine thing for a man. Look at me—‘ John Smith’ might be anybody—or nobody! That’s why I have the ‘Trewson’ in the firm. When aman hears ‘ Smith and Trewson,’ he knows all about me—and that’s what I like. But bless you, there isn’t any ‘ Trewson’ at all, really—it was my good wife’s maiden name. When we began business together we were ‘Smith and Trewson,’ you see. Then there’s my boy—he’s ‘ John Smith’ too, his mother would have it so, bless her—plain ‘ John Smith’ had been good enough for his father, and ought to be for him. I wanted to put in the ‘ Trewson,’ but she wouldn’t hear of it. Then I thought I’d call him ‘ Wolvercourt,’ after his godfather, our good parson—a real gentleman, and no mistake—but there again, the missis, dear soul, didn’t lke to, for fear the old gentleman should think it presuming on his kindness. Wish we had, now, you know. ‘John Smith’ isn’t the name to carry aman into Parliament. But there, some day he shall buy a big estate somewhere and call himself after it, if he likes. After all it isn’t the name that matters so much as the amount of ‘ backing up’ you can give it.” “ By the way, Mr. Smith,” interrupted the doctor, “‘ I should like to introduce you to Mr. Fitzhardy—Augustus Fitzhardy, you know— he is very much interested in the Society we were talking about just now ; in fact, I believe he is one of the honorary secretaries.” “Oh, indeed,” replied Mr. Smith. ‘ Fitzhardy—Fitzhardy—no I don’t know the name. I once knew a JZ@ac-hardy, a fellow who served in our shop, and ran away with ——” “Mr. Augustus Fitzhardy is the editor of the ‘ World-Wide.’ ” ‘“ Indeed !—Ah, you see, ’m not much of a newspaper reader ; don’t go in for politics and that kind of thing; like a good novel when business is over, but “ “Oh,” putin Dr. Lisle meekly, “it isn’t a newspaper, itsv@ magazine—a review—the chief literary organ s. But Frances would hear no more; she sought out her bosom friend. “Frances,” said that young lady, “who is that delightfully handsome young man I saw you talking to just now? ‘There was a little dark man with him whose face interested me very much.” “Tt must have been Mr. John Smith, Junior, and his friend Mr. Josselyn,” said Frances. ‘‘ Tosselyn—what Josselyn? I wonder if he belongs to the Sussex Gomilcbooks. co m