* * * * * Illustration: No, this isn't a collection of tubercular microbes escaping from the congress; but merely the Montgomery-Smiths in their motor-car, enjoying the beauties of the country. * * * * * LINES BY A REJECTED AND DEJECTED CYCLIST You do not at this juncture Feel, as I, the dreadful smart, And you scorn the cruel puncture Of the tyre of my heart! But mayhap, at some Life-turning, When the wheel has run untrue, You will know why I was burning, And was scorched alone, by you! * * * * * Illustration: FINIS BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO. LD., PRINTERS, LONDON AND TONBRIDGE