a rule it is gain rather than loss. The hospitable proposal of the authoress of “Mr. Smith,” “Baby's Grandmother,” and other pleasant books,, to entertain the society to which so many of her brother and sister writers belonged, has been a literary as well as a social event.in Essex alone of the home counties has the ruthless hand of the builder spared the beautiful old country houses surrounded by extensive, well wooded grounds. Cranbrooke Hall was the property of a bygone Lord Salisbury, and no more charming place is included in the list of residences which the great family owned. A special train from Liverpool-street carried down those of the guests who had not gone earlier, | and were not constrained to go later. Carriages ; 4ktthe station conveyed the guests, winding in a long procession through the village, and up to the hall door. Passing through the house and out to the terrace, the hostess received her guests, who passed down, stepping softly over Oriental carpets, to the shadow of giant Japanese umbrellas, within hearing of the announcement of names familiar as household words in the world of literature, science, and art. For an hour the cry was still they come, and soon the echo of voices came from every corner of the wide demesne, down by the margin of the lake, away under the shade of leafy trees, in active contest in the tennis courts, or round the refreshment tables spread under the shelter of old beech trees. Later on there was a movement to a wide circle having a gigantic cedar for a centre and leafy elms for its borders. Here a temporary platform with a piano suggested kind oilers from clever people to amuse otiiers. The Lotus Glee Club from Boston sang charmingly; Miss Alma Murray and Mr. Watts Kussell recited; the two sisters, the Comfcesses Ferrara from Milan, sang together, and so the afternoon wore away until it was time to take leave and hurry hack to the smoke and noise of London and to the work-a-day world once more. Besides the members of The Salon, several guests were present. Not the least, interesting of these was the lady known to novel readers as “ Princess Midas,” whose story has been used bv Mr. Fergus Hume to give an air of reality to his story. It was not easy to imagine that the young woman, who in a pretty Parisian dress and bonnet was enjoying the sunshine, the green trees, and the lively conversation, was the clever business woman who descends daily to the bowels of the earth, and sees to the working of her Australian gold mines. By her parents’ wish, Miss Alice Cornwell resumed her maiden name on her return to her parental roof, and in an active, busy present she forgets and leaves her past behind her. “ It is very beautiful, she aait1, looking round her, “ particularly to me, for Clive so much of my life down under ground. ‘We have been living through a reign of brilliant colouring. The vivid greens of the last two yearsthe bill to cleaning up Mattek t not scrunch ■likes it! the; baulk 'em of neither-*50The Mos has found 9 “ Now, sir! tended for.don*.--it, sirThe best A Speak Why is \\ —Because;At a Co “ I used to forgotten tl tht* deliriuiI1[The sig Wandering Pkeslt; a: played thlt; Pulpit. I: that seven as might b out tor “ n the langun the Churct the newsp:Take tLet tb‘ ‘I’m in fw»r“ Fr.i'Jin ring in its “WV an said who V “1 did explained berries.The nn they’re :d\inaugurated a more coy ante style of dress. Neutral tints have altogether changed their character, and appeared more or less in tone toIHIIT.V.KA XEWl The ho and fast b The mo his hay in Why sfc Because*'h PAittsh