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Bones found the right location, fitted up his cairl--the cine the lens--and began his instructions

"Now, you walk on here, dear old Miss What's-Your-Na footsteps--like this, dear old thing Watch and

learn"

Bones staggered across the greensward, clasping his brow, sank on his

knees, folded his arms across his chest, and looked sorrowfully at the

heavens, shaking his head

Hahty old sceptic," said Bones severely

After half an hour's preliminary rehearsal, the picture was taken, and

Bones now prepared to depart; but Mr Lew Becksteine, from whose hands

Bones had taken, not only the direction of the play, but the very

excuse for existence, let fall a few uncomfortable words

"Excuse me, Mr Tibbetts," he said, in the sad, bored voice of an

artiste who is forced to witness the inferior work of another, "it is

in this scene that the tyers h the

wood, quite unconscious of the unhappy fate which has overtaken the

heiress for who"

"True," said Bones, and scratched his nose

He looked round for likely lawyers Haently away