boot, as to will make us all about. As we now for Valsing- giddyrex and his doubling stutter and his scentpainted voice, puffing out his chest too far and tempting gracious providence by a soft- nosed bullet from the dusts of ages? The hour of the O’Dwyer of Greyglens is abrowtobayse afeald in his (or per- haps her) cheek as the thinkamuddles of the dynast days of Pompery, if anything. And that whistling thief, O’ Ryne O’Rann. With