At Home with the Jardines. Bell Lilian

out such a prospect to him, I got the Angel up-stairs, where we poured forth our souls in a letter to the agent.

      He called, listened to us with polite incredulity, and said he would hear Harris's side, as if he wished to judge impartially between two criminals.

      We held on to ourselves while he consulted the gentleman below stairs.

       When he came back he said:

      "Harris denies everything. Now who am I to believe?"

      For once the Angel rose to the occasion.

      "Mr. Jepson, you may believe whom you please if you have no more decency than to put the word of a gentleman against that of a drunken servant. You have violated the terms of our lease, and unless Harris is dismissed inside of a week our apartment is at your disposal."

      "Very well, Mr. Jardine," said Jepson, "if you insist on our dismissing a janitor for his first offence without even giving him a second chance, then there is nothing to do but to agree to your demand."

      Aubrey bowed in a truly haughty manner. The Angel!

      "I so insist," he said. The agent left us.

      "Aubrey," I said, thoughtfully, "we have gained a gallant victory over the janitor, but I fear the battle with the agent will be the bloodiest of our campaign."

      But we looked forward hopefully. Like all man-eating monsters, having once tasted human blood, we thirsted for more.