Marjorie said coldly that she didn't know I had such a temper. I said hotly that I didn't know she could be so infantile. We went on discovering things we hadn't known about each other:-- THE TESTING TIME IN CONJUGAL FELICITY, IS IT THE THIRD YEAR? Dinner was an ordeal. I felt miles apart from Marjorie. A great gulf filled with black-and-yellow cat lay between us. Once only the topic of the beast arose (on the subject of fish-bones) and just as I was becoming big and coarse again the maid entered with the joint. She must have heard what I said. SHOULD SERVANTS TELL? BACKDOOR SCANDAL. Still, the meal itself was a cheering one, and, after Marjorie had risen, the sentimental ballad mood gained on me again. After all, what was a stray cat compared with one's marriage vows? If the dear girl wanted to keep the thing we would have it vetted, definitely named, and warned as to followers. Marjorie's voice interrupted my amiable planning. "Puss, puss," she called. I joined her and stated my decision to relent. "But she's vanished," said Marjorie. She had. And she has never come back. Ah! those stray cats. NINE LIVES SPENT WHERE? FOUR-FOOTED NOMADS. FICKLE FELINE FRIENDSHIPS. "Look here, old girl," I said, "I take back all I said about your little friend. I'm with you that she was the dearest, most hygienic, most moral cat that ever strafed a mouse." "Perhaps it's all for the best that she's gone," said Marjorie. The dear girl inclined her head towards my shoulder. Well, well. WHAT EVERY WOMAN WANTS TO KNOW. IS KISSING DYING OUT? PRACTICIANS SAY "NO." * * * * * More Precocity. "Unfurnished Rooms wanted (two or three), with attendance; one child, 4-1/2 years; at business all day."--_Provincial Paper._ * * * * * LOVE'S HANDICAP. [A daily paper points out that many girls find their sweethearts in print, and expresses the hope that when "a real man comes along he may be as brave and tender, as cheery and clean-living," as these heroes of fiction.] Dear lady, put down for a minute That book which you eagerly scan, Intent upon finding within it Your perfect ideal of a man; Its pages reflectively closing, Consider a moment the strain Your standard may soon be imposing Upon some susceptible swain. Those heroes whose fortunes you follow I've noticed are able to show The unparalleled charms of Apollo, The muscles of SAMSON and Co.; But he who comes seeking to win you May have, for supporting his plea, A palpable shortage of sinew And beauty distinctly C 3. And, unprepossessing in mien, he May also lack some of the art With which Saccharissa the Tweeny Was wooed by Sir Marmaduke, Bart.; His tongue may (conceivably) stammer, His heart (not impossibly) quake, And in stress of emotion his grammar May even develop a shake.