"Oh, mother, what a dear you are!" cried Harry. "Now I know why we have asparagus every day for dinner! _Apropos_ of dinner, who do you think is coming to feed with us this evening, Kavanagh?" "Invalids are excused guessing," said Kavanagh. "Your old militia captain, Royce. He has got his majority now, by-the- by, and he is set upon having you back into the regiment." Royce was punctual; and I propose to you a novelty in story endings. Let the curtain fall upon our friends as they are going in to dinner. THE END.