abitable globe, and came back to England like the fabled boomerang. Meanwhile SWEZEY was cruising about, in town and country, looking out for persons wearing silver gridirons. He never found any, and the more he inquired, the more puzzled he became. He was informed that a treatise on the subject existed, but neither at the British Museum, nor at any of the newspaper offices, could he obtain an example of this rare work, which people asserted that they had seen and read.
Finally SWEZEY made the acquaintance of a lady who was rumoured darkly to be learned in the matter. To her he poured forth expressions of his consuming desire to be initiated, and to sacrifice at the shrine.
"There is not any shrine," said his acquaintance.
[Illustration: "Then what in the universe is it all about?"]
"Well, I guess I want bad to be a Soul--an honorary one, of course--a temporary member."
"There are conditions," said the Priestess.
"If there's a subscription"----SWEZEY began.