be pulverised. Husband and wife had gone through into the house, leaving him to his congenial task; when the Tempter, in humorous mood, put it into the head of his good friend Granville to call back the Bride for a moment's sport.
'I say'—the young man assumed the air of the innocent interlocutor—'is it true that every one out there wears a big black beard, and a red shirt, and jack-boots and revolvers?'
'No, it is not; who says so?'
'Well, this fellow gives me that impression. In point of fact, it always was my impression. Isn't it a fact, however, that most of your legislators (I meant to ask you this last night, but our friend the senator gave me no chance)—that most of your legislators are convicts?'
'Does your book give you that impression too?' the Bride inquired coolly.
'No; that's original, more or less.'
'Then it's wrong, altogether. But, see here, Gran: you ought to go out there.'
'Why, pray?'
'You remember what I said a "new chum" was?'
'Yes; among other things a fool.'
'Very good. You ought to go out there,
