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"I remember, too, that the demonstrator used to wear a blue apron, which created a sort of impression of a cannibal butcher's shop But I a you"

"No, you are not Every profession has its unpresentable aspects, which ought not to be seen by out-siders Think of a sculptor's studio and of the sculptor hiroup in the clay He e by his appearance This is the to you about"

We halted before the plain coffer of stone, weathered and wasted by age, but yet kept in decent repair by so forth with hter of Richard Cromwell, "The Protector" It was a sih, with the crude severity of the ascetic age to which it belonged But still, it carried thetimes when the leafy shades of Gray's Inn Lane must have resounded with the clank of weapons and the traround was a rustic churchyard, standing a their pack-horses into London through the Lane would stop to look in over the wooden gate

Miss Bellingha, and presently reood ly, and she continued: "I notice that an old to So it does me When I look at an ancient monument, and especially an old headstone, I findthe years to the date that is written on the stone Why do you think that is? Why should a ination? And why should a common headstone be more so than any other?"

"I suppose it is," I answered reflectively, "that a churchyardand appertains in a peculiar way to a particular time And the circu years while everything around has changed, helps the iination to span the interval And the coone fare hard by, is still estive The rustic, childish sculpture of the village e school back the time and place and the conditions of life much more vividly than the more scholarly inscriptions and the reater pretensions But where are your own family tombstones?"