Under the Skylights

e into the Rabbit-Hutch, he congratulated hims

disclosure, which he made in all sincerity and simplicity and with

were see-sawing, and old Ezekiel Warren was waiting for the nature of the neighbourhood to declare itself with something like distinctness. Meanwhile,-as regarded its upper floors, at least,-broken panes of glass were seldom mended, sagging doo

ad scarcely got his poor belongings into shape and had barely affixed his name to the door. But Little O'Grady cared nothing for conventions; he was ready to over

reach people, and where I could

e come among the Anglo-Saxons three or four years sooner would have been a

ght of nothing else for a month. It was Mrs. Pence-expect you haven't heard of her. Money to burn-husband head of some tremendous trust or other-house as big as a hotel-handsomest profile in six states. 'Stevy,' says I to Giles, 'Stevy, for the love of heaven, introjooce me. Take a quart of me heart's blood, but only give me a chance to do

to his own bright humour. "I've smelt your coffee and I've

best ones," said Prochnow. "Tha

O'Grady, with staring eyes. "So

t of

r the sale of a picture. We had one six months ago. We're ge

lly blinked his gray-green eyes and tossed his fluffy, sandy hair. "Don't make any mistake abou

decoration I got up two or three years ago

said the other. "That's

oll. "It isn't quite what I would do now. It'

and Education and Industry and so on. Still, those cherubs up in the air are

is visitor again-lon

ll have me red-headed in a minute. I'm no

ral sketches one after another. "These are more r

O'Grady made a last sudden grab. "Oh, this, this!" He dropped the sheet and threw up both hands. Then, being still seated on the cot, he threw up both feet. Then he placed his feet upon the floor and rose on them and gave Ignace Prochnow a set orator

hour," said the card o

upstairs and bur

sories: a pair of old-fashioned gold spectacles, an envelope containing a lock of gray hair, two or three faded photographs, and a steel engraving ex

nd he's got ideas to burn-throws them out as a volcano does hot stones. And I expect he can paint too, from what little I saw-says he's just sold off all his b