■fi I**! ■noRD series s* By SYDNEY C. Copurtaht, 1921, hy . The McClure Newspaper Syndicate. m IL—THE ENCHANTED BASKET R ATTLE, rattle, rattle dbwn thi beautiful Shanghai water-fron went the jin-rickshaws, over th< Hong K>w bridge and along the Burn toward the long row of foreign banks near the Nan KinS road. “Ho Lan Yir jj011g: Ho Lan Yin Hong! Aw Saw (1jk, Aw Saw Dik!” cried the hotei b01. who was acting as guide to th< par(v 0f three Americans—(“To tlx putch-Asiatic Bank! To thq Dutch Asintic Lank! Hurry up! Hurry The coolies increased their al ready rapid pace and in a very few moments more deposited their burdens t th(, gateway of a pretentious looking building, from the flag-staff of which floated the tri-colored flag of the Netherlands. “All three piecee man -an waite’e this side little time,” said pr -Williams of the China Navigation fompany’s medical staff, quite ready to exhibit his knowledge of pidgin-En „lish 10 the later arrivals, and turning j0 tlll. indy and gentleman who accom panied him, added: “Here we are, now we Win all go in and divide the spoils.” They passed up the steps and en tered the bank, where the assistant •ompradore (or native cashier) re i-eived them at the counter and took ,heir cards in*o the manager’s oflice. 'That looks all right, doesn’t it?” said (he surgeon as he pointed significantly 10 a handsomely framed notice on the inner desk— » TICKETS of the Royal Dutch Lottery of Batavia cashed here. ' "X0W die only question is; shall we lake it in sovereigns or bank-notes or silver? Let me see—ten thousand dol lafs divided among three, that makes about three thousand, three hundred and thirty-three apiece, with a little extra change thrown in, doesn’t it?” -- •It certainly does,” answered Miss Olivia Spencer, who, with her brother jack, formed the remainder of the trio,, and I congratulate you on the excel lence of your mathematics. I think 1 will take mine half in bank-notes and half in gold—you know I just love the sight and feel of gold; I can’t help it, I caught it in California—but none of those awful “chop dollars” for me, if yon please. Why, it would take aii extra jin-rikshaw to carry the load, and then, the very thought of all the people that have been handling them is enough to give you the creeps, any way.” "And you, Jacll? What shall-we say for you?” “Notes, old man, and notes only; I want to have that old-fashioned Amer ican feeling of a ‘fat roll’ in my pocket, you know.” Harry Wagenpool, the genial Dutch manager, appeared at this moment and greeted his customers with rqal East Indian courtesy. '“First of all, ladies and gentlemen,” he said, knocking fhe aahp3 from his Sumatra cigar, “I want to extend to you’my. hearty congratula tions on winning the third prize, and to assure you that the directors of the Royal Lottery will be especially pleased to know that it has gone to a group of Americans. We are anxious to have our institution better Known in your part of the world where”—he smiled broadly as he spoke the words—“I be lieve there etill lingers a little of the old-fashioned prejudice against raising a government’s income by these means. Please step into the inner office and we will rail the head compradore at once." When all were seated he touched a bell, and the long-gowned Celestial immediately responded. 'Talkee Compradore come this side just now!” The vision bowed and vanished as silently as he came. “You have the ticket w'ith you, cf course'.’” “Oh, yes,” answered Miss Spencer Promptly, “it’s right here in my little bag.” .a . , “And the number is—?” • ■ “Thirty-sixrthousand-and-one. And here is the special telegram from Bata via, which reached us before the papers announced tho lucky numbers this morning.” “Quite right, quite right, and the third grand prize is yours.” Then, ad dressing the native cashier who bad just entered in answer to the sunty. mons; “Compradore, ple&se cash tnis or:'T for ten thousand dollars for the visitors.” “Velly good,’’ bowed the corpulent Ching pow, “wantchee all notee? Some foldee, some silliber, how fashion?” 'Oh, only about a hundred dollars in Sl'ver,” spoke up Dr. Williams, “the r«t in notes and then”—pointing sig Pificantiy toward the vault behind the ttl,! glass partition—“you might give three of those nice little bags of tew sovereigns you always keep in 'here for your special friends.” , Ching Pow withdrew to the-'inner tt’where his brother Celestials i were chinking the coin. He was gone : but an .instant when he rushed back with a look ofsurpriseand anxiety on • his usual placid countenance, and startled the manager and his guests with the exclamation: "Dis ticket him no good, my have pay dis money one piecee Chineyman dis morning. S’posee some man he hab makee stealee! ” "What on earth do you mean?” cried Mr, Wagenpool, rising from his seat and snatching the ticket and order from the compradore’s hand. “You say you’ve already paid -this number? Go back there and get me the other ticket at once!” Then, calming himself, he turned to the party: "There may have been some serious mistake here on the part of the native staff—although they are always over-particular with their customers—but we will have it cor rected at once.” way, wiiiix can it possiDiy Der ex claimed the lady, “there certainly aie no duplicate tickets and these people, with all their cunning ingenuity are surely rot abl' to forge one?” Ching Pow reappeared with a book and two pieces paper which he laicf on the astonished manager’s desk. Sure enough! There was the unmis takable evidence before them: ticket number thirty-six-thousand-and-ooo had been presented at the native counter fully three hours before; the cash bad been duly paid to the holder Ting Sang and the bird and the prey had vanished together! “My friends,’’ said' Harr Wagenpool, after he and his customers had ex amined the papers, “I am bound to confess that we are the victims 'of a very clever forgery—the very first in all my experience*her,e-—we will sum-, mon the'Police Department at once.” “A pretty serious affair, this.” re marked Dr. Williams as the party rose to take their departure, “And who, may I ask, has to peajr the loss in the case, we or the Royal Dutch Lottery? That’s the all-important question for us-” - l; " “Ah, that will have' to be determined;; by the ■ Consul when the police make5; their report. The bank can pay only one ticket and the evidence must de termine which is the genuine one and which is the forgery.” [ ''" “And are'five to leave our ticket with you now?” “Yes,. the police must have posses sion of them both.” ^ ’.j “Well,” remarked the surgeon^Til' order to make sure of future iddnmlca tion I will just put my private, jpark' on ours,” and drawing a little ,vial of iodine from his pocket, before the man ager could stop him, he painted with the little brush' in the cork the initials “A. R. W.” right across the face of the ticket. | ; ***** Right across the wide N an King Road with its twinkling lights, and up toward the north where the Tea House of the Ancient Sages entertains its hundreds' of nightly guests, there passed that same evening a solitary figure clad in the long- blue gown of the scholar and followed by a coolie bearing on his bambco- twt> common place bundles of matting. They turned at the corner by the Tea House and elbowed their way through the narrow Alley of the Genii until they came to the rear entrance of one of those hand somely-gilded shops which front on the Ho Nan Road, and which are known all over China as places where lottery tickets are bought' and sold.; There were no lamp-posts in the alley and .they had almost to feel their way along. There were no distinguishing signs or numbers on the doors and each' house looked exactly like its neighbor. When they stopped, the leader felt with his hand across the stone lintel and muttered to himself: “No, not here, it must be next door.” He went a few paces further and felt the stone again. This time his fingers went into a crack and out of it he drew a long brass key. “Ah, it is here!’* * “Put'" the bundles down and I will carry them in,’’ he said to the panting coolie, who was mopping his-brow with a very ragged piece of white cloth. “The venerable master speakith well,” was the reply, “and, now as the night is dark and' the ‘way is long and the burden is heavy, I know the mas ter will not; begrudge his servant a few extra cash.” “We bargained for a hundred and fifty, did we not?” , “The mister’s words are truth itself, but the extra pipe and bowl of tea a.ie riot amiss.” “Hold out thy hand! Behold the extra ten—and now begone!” He waited until the coolie had dis appeared, and. then placing the. bras.s key in the ancient lock hi opened the j door and dragged the two bundles into the courtyard. Leaving them there, in safety, he ascended three small wooden steps and knocked upon a closed : . v . ► - ■ • . wooden shutter: first, three knocks, then ti^o, then one. He waited a mo ment and then he heard the bolt drawn from within.1 ■’"The shutter was opened cautiously. "Have you brought it?” asked a mysterious voice. "It is all here,” he replied, ..“come out and help me Carry It in.” A small door opened and A figure emerged (bowed over with the apparent weight of years, he was really physically afflicted—none other than "Cripple Ching,” the well-known vendor ot chances) he attempted to rft one of the bundles, but it was too much for him, so he untied it and took out carefully twenty rolls of rough brown paper and carried them, five at a time, into the house. They closed the door and the shutter and both sat down at a table. A small and very smoky kerosene lamp shed a dim light from a shelf above them. Cripple Ching be gan: "All went well as I directed? You took three thousand in gold, three thousand in notes and the rest in silver?” “Exactly so.” replied the faithful confederate Lang Shin (“Twin Stars,” so called from two star-like frost bYes that adorned his cheeks). "Here is the gold and the notes,” placing the bags and rolls upon the table; "and here are the forty packets of a hundred dollars each.” “And the compradore3 suspected nothing?" , “Nothing at all—they simply over whelmed me with .congratulations and thanked the Buddhas that -I had woi» it and not the white man.” “Ah, that is as it should be,, but it is fortunate that you got there early, for some miserable foreigner is almost sure to bring the other ticket before1 the day is over. And you took it all to the Baptist Mission and hid it in the store room until night?” '“Yes, exactly as we planned.” “Then, by the aid of all the Buddhas, we will count it all over once more and place it in the Well of Heavenly Blessings for safe keeping.” Suiting tha action to the word. Twin Stars and, Cripple Ching'went over every coin and note and then, wrapping them all carefully up, they lifted a worn piece of matting from the floor and opening a trap-door concealed by, the dupt, deposited the treasure In a deep hole in-the ground and covered up all traces of their crime. “Now that all is successfully accom plished,” said the Cripple' with a sigh of relief, “what do yoii say to a fresh bowl and a pipe at the Tea House of the Ancient Sages ?” “It would be I most refreshing after this hard and dangerousday’s work,” echoed Twin Stars. “Yes, we will drink the health of the Royal Batavia Lottery—and then -to happy dreams overour new-found Wealth.” : i ‘ • ' > » ,, So they passed out together, through the living-room", into the gilded- shop wi,th its \ mirrors and carvings and scrolls and all;the paraphernalia of the lottery' dealer-—out Into the street un der the great golden sign of the estab lishment— . “MIAO I^tN TZE" (The Enchanted Basket)' * * • *.< 4 * Inspector Joseph McArthur of the Shanghai police looked across the table at his deputy. Captain O’Keefes ag they sat in secret conference in the private room at Headquarters, and pointing his finger significantly at two lottery tickets that lay before, him, said; “Well, Cap, it’s a mighty- clever piece of work and no mistake. Now the first question is: Were they made here or abroad?” “Oh, sir, you can take my word for it, they were made right here in the Settlement, and what’s more, they were made by their own people. You see they’re so sly and secretive and suspicious that they wouldn’t let the tickets go out of their own country for fear they’d never get them back." ■ “X believe you’re right—and now the very first thing is to Search every printing house in Shanghai and find Out whether they have, any,press that will do this kind of work.' Put Ah Sam and his brother at it; thej^re our best native officers, and they’ll ferret it out quicker than ever we could."' “Beg pardon, Chief, I. put them at .it yesterday morning and they report that there’s only one possible place where it could be done, and that’s up Happy breams over,, ^ Qur neW-Jour>& wg*jth 1' at old Dr. Donaldson's. He’s just fitted out his place with a lot of ■ new machinery from home,’’ . “You mean the Baptist! Mission Press up by the French Bridge?’’ “The same, Sir.” "Well, I think you and I had better Just go up there quietly this afternoon and have a private interview with the old gentleman before the natives be gin to get suspicious ana hide things. Come around at two o’clock and we’ll hire a, couples of public jin-rickshaws on the Bund, and mind—no- uniforms, Just Citizens’ clothes.” “Right you are,‘Sir.” - - ■/' Early • that afternoon ,the two- ■ of - fleers-called at the Mission Press and were courteously received by Dr. Don ildson in his study. They explained :he object of their visit and ended by isking if It was possible that thef :ickets could have; Ween';- ^®nted— ;ourse without his knowledge^-at- hist' sstablishmen-t. , i He looked the- papers over very care fully by a strong .light’ and finally said: ‘Well, gentleman, it is an excel lent piece of lithographic work, a,nd we have,' X believe, the orly new press- in Shanghai that.-is capable of it; but yo» must remember that _ there ' is some-' thing even more necessary than. si press for doing this kind of thing, .and that— pointing to a group of workmen in the courtyard—that i3 the printer! There are only, two1 men in our whole outfit who are really what you could call skilled lithographers, and I know them so well that I wouldn't suspect them for a moment. Besides this, I superin tend all this‘kind of work in person and it Would be impossible for them to put'any matter on a stone without my knowing it at once. No, gentle men, the Baptist Mission Press is not responsible for ‘ this fraud; you will have to. look elsewhere.” Inspector McArthur, however, was far from being satisfied with this statement of the manager and insisted on accompanying him to the pressroom and in putting him through a regular third degree, and, evidently to his great annoyance, included his two native assistants in t-he ■ .process. “Where did they spend their night3? Who kept the keys to the pressroom? Was it not possible for them to dupli cate the stone?” etc., etc., until his little note-book was quite filled to overflow ing with memoranda; then he and the deputy respectfully took their leave. “Well, CUptain, what do you make out of It?” he asked when the two officers once more returned to the se clusion of the Chief’s private room. “Believe me, sir, that “Charles” and “James” as he calls them—(the mis sionaries being accustomed to give English names to their employees, j especially if they are converts)—aro a sly and tricky couple. I think it would pay us to inquire a little more deeply into their whereabouts and various doings.-, You see the old gentleman will believe anything those fellows tell him, and how does he knowc but that they have false keys and get into the press room at night and Work this sort of game while he is asleep?” So for the next two weeks a careful watch was kept over Charles and Janies,-but their comings and goings were as innftcent as those' of any Chinese lambs, and at the end oH that time the police were reluctantly obliged to confess to Harr Wagenpool that they were as much in .the dark as Ut the beginning. “Well, gentlemen," he said, -you have evi dently come to: the end of ydfcr rope. Have "you: nothing else whatever to offer?” "Nothing except Waftg Poo,” was the inspector’s reply. ^ ~v*‘“Wang Poo? And who if he, prUy?” 1 "The famous detective at Hong Kong/’ "You mean the one who recently re covered the Governor’s stolen jewels?” "The same, sir.” "Please wire -for him to come at once. Make him the most liberal offer you please'and tell him to spare no ex pense.” 1 That same evening Old-.Chang, the gatekeeper at No. 6-5-5 in the Red Cloud Alley handed a piece of yellow paper to his master' - in ' the room above. "Tien pok, ,tien pok, chiu lien kwai, ehiu lien kwai!” (A lightning •message,, a lightning message, please read quickly!) The man of mystery opened it. perused it. carefully, .then rang the bell for the Venerable Grand One and said: “Prepare the honorable baggage—I sail in the early morning for Shanghai!” ' ■ ?' ' * * - * , * - “Now, Doctor,” said Miss Spencer, as she added another dump of sugar1 to his dainty little teacup which he held out beseechingly beford her, “you really must control your trembling nerves or you will be dropping your cup and saucer and decorating • this hotel verandah 'with fragments of Canton porcelain nnd’V-she added with a sig nificant temile-i-"that would be worse than losing the'lottery-ticket, wouldn’t 1 ■ ■ ■ • v..,' ■ - ... .. it? Perhaps you are drinking too much China tea;-they say. you know, that it is apt to make new comers a trifle shaky at first” ■ "Miss Olivia,” answered the blushing young man, as he promptly steadied his arm and .so avoided the threatened crash of the porcelain, “do you really notice that I am a little nervous to day ?” "You most certainly are.” “And do you really, in your heart of hearts, think that it is nothing more than the Batavia Lottery and the China tea that causes it?” “Why,” she added, with that sweetly innocent but very deep look that has played over 'the countenances of the daughters of Eve since the very first day of a mortal man’s proposal, "why 1 what else can it be?” “What else? What else?” he re peated as he drew his chair nearer to her side—arid inwardly thanked the gods that her brother would be gone at least another ten minutes—"why nothing else, of course, except just my own foolish self and, a-n-d you.” "And me? Oh. yes, I see. Of course, it was all my fault. If I hadn’t said half-jokingly to you and Jack that night, when the hotel-clerk offered us the ticket, ‘Let us all three taka a ^share in it!’ why we shouldn’t have gotten into all this entanglement, should we? And you wouldn’t have beep obliged to run over here every afternoon to tell me how the case* was going on, would you?’' "Oh, i really didn’t mind that at all. In fact. I’ve actually enjoyed it, so much so that I’ve mustered up courage fo come over here today and ask you to share—” » Another lottery-ticket with you?" (Did he notice that she very deftly, as she said' these words, slipped a*littie doyly'over a paper novel that lay on the table beside her,, and just in time to prevent his reading the title if he had looked- that way?) "Another lot tery? Why, that would just even-up the account, wouldn’t it. I inveigle you and Jack into the Royal Dutch game and then you turn around and suggest a similar risk to me. Fir't Eve tempts Adam and then Adam re turns the compliment by a similar temptation, on his part—isn’t that it?” ‘Well, yes, it does look a little that way, but this isn’t that kind of a lot tery. I m-e-a-n it isn’t that kind of a risk, don’t you see?” "And where does poor Jack come in on the risk? We couldn’t leave hiih out, you know.” "Oh, he won’t be left put, but he won’t have exactly the same kind of a share in the game that you and I have. He will come in all right”—and he actually did so that' very instant as he burst into his room and called out to the verandah to save him a hot cup of tea. " : “Miss Olivia,’’ said the young sur geon, making a desperate effort to save the last” few moments before the brother’s’ appearance from his room, “you really didn’t give me time to finish my sentence. What i tried to say to you—in fact, what I have been trying to say to you ever since we first met, is simply this: I want you to share my life and my home and my future with me, and to take me for whatever risk I am. Are you not will ing to venture it?” She did not answer at once, but reaching over to the table she ge^ly withdrew the white doyley that ctv ered the novel and pointing to the illuminated title on the cover said, after a moment: "Perhaps it would be well to settle the lesser before at tempting the greater.” He picked up the book and read the words carefully. They were startlingly clear and dis tinct: ‘Marriage, the Great Lottery of Life.”, * Jack’s appearance on the verandah at this moment turned the conversation into the commonplaces of the day, ami after a few moments the surgeon rose to depart, more determined than ever to secure the two great prizes of his life, viz: Miss Olivia and the Batavia gold! When the China Merchants’ Packet "King Loon” (or Golden Dragon) dis charged . her passengers at the Hong Kew "wharf, among them was a dig nified native gentleman who created somewhat of a sensation by the fact that both the English Captain and the First Officer came down from the bridge and shook him cordially by the hand as they bade him good-bye. "Here’s hoping to have you with us on the next trip, Mr. Wang.” “Thank you, gentlemen; it is always a genuine pleasure to travel with you." He hailed a Jin-rickshaw and also a wharf-coolie. “Nan King Loo. Pak ,Yuin Kai, Tien Loo Miao, Hong Kong Lah Tze Poo!’’ (Up the Nan King Hoad and the White Cloud Alley to the Shrine of the Heavenly Gong and the shop of the Hong Kong basket-maker.) After a cordial greeting from his old fellow-townsmen and a quiet night’s rest under their hospitable roof, he started oift early the "next morning to find his friend. Inspector McArthur, and from him and the1 deputy he heard the full story of the double ticket- and the consequent loss of the third grand prize of ten thousand dollars. He also had lengthy interviews with Harr Wagenpool and with Miss Spencer and Jack and the surgeon, and then he and the Department went out with a drag net to try tp find the criminal. By the ehd of the week their mutual investigations seemed to point more and more directly to the combination of Charles and James at the "Mission Press. There was no doubt that they were skilled workmen and 'perfectly capable Of lithographing' a duplicate ticket, but the.difficulty was to estab lish the proofs of this particular crime. Nor had any trace whatever been found of -the mysterious person by the name of Ting Sang who had actually taken the money away ' from the bank; ; Scores of wheelbarrow coolies had boon Arrested and questioned, but none conid give any account of the disap pearance of the treasure. At last the sing link in the chain was discov- * sd, and this is how it happened: Late one night Wang Foo was return- ; ing from Headquarters, and being worn , out with the work of the day, he Sell asleep on the seat of his jin-rickshaw and only awoke when the coolie de posited him at the door of “The En chanted Basket’’ in the Ho Nan Hoad. "I tojd you to take me to “The Temple ? Basket,” he said to the runner, that i being the sign of.the shop of his friend. ' >| ;■ Vg “Miao Lan Tze, Miao Lan Tze!” Then ; j it suddenly dawned on him that the ‘ words for “temple” and “enchanted” being almost identical in sound, hia • ■ runner had qtlite naturally mistaken ^ the one for the other. Recognizing the Y shop as one where lottery-tickets were v offered for sale, he decided to enter and interview the proprietor. The door-' ! Y keeper ushered him to a seat and in % moment the form of Cripple Ching ap peared. "A., v There was -an unmistakable some- fa ; thing in his face' that immediately, aroused the detective’s suspicions and he decided to take the chance of an- : evil conscience and boldly accuse him.V of the theft. After the formalities of ; the tea and pipes he turned suddenly - \ upon him and siezing his arms with both hands, he lifted him bodily to his ! feet, and looking him through and y S through with his piercing eyes, said: "Cripple Ching! Lead me instantly to „ the place where you concealed the o5? money!” - - “What money?” askea the astonishec proprietor of The Enchanted Basket: ' struggling to free himself from the iror. , ,'t grasp. “What money ? What money ?” re- . peated Wang Foo, feeling the power ol his threat beginning to work, “why the ' ten thousand dollars that you cashed / on ticket No. 36001. of the Dutch Lot- -f f tery. Give it to me instantly or we <•% will summon the police and tear up * ■ every board in your floor.” “I didn’t forge the ticket! I didn’t* forge the ticket!” cried the terrified' Cripple, “it was genuine and I bought - it and paid for it.” “Never,mind that; we will prove ail that later—show me the money or in come the police, and straight to jail. % you go!” ' He led the way into the inner room, lifted up the torn piece of matting, un covered the “Well of Heavenly Bless ings” and there lay the notes and the gold and tire silver just as he and Twin Stars had hidden them! The latter , individual entered the room just at this * ., moment, climbing down the ladder from the loft above. Wang Foo veil tured one more chance. “Ting Sang!’’ ?; he cried, and the luckless Twin Stars, looking into the barrel of the detect ive’s revolver and seeing that escape * was impossible, surrendered himself as . his prisoner. y , ‘It looks very much as if The Bn- i chanted Basket was like a magician’s t' ;:j hat,’’ remarked Inspector McArthur to Wang Boo, as they compared their final . notes in the office. ‘‘It contains ail the r goods we are looking for, and more be sides. We’ve got both the villains and »; the money, and now all we want is tne - man who forged the ticket; perhaps « he’s hiding down somewhere in tho \ basket, too. You can guarantee Ting ; Sangj belongee all same Twin Stars?”' he asked of the native officers whom he; , had summoned into the room. . t; ; “My can seclure all >loper,” was the i“ ? ■:, answer; “dat bank compladore hab • come dis side two thlee timee talked he.” , • “Then,” he added, turning once more" to Wang Foo, “let us summon all our; friends and proceed to Mr. Wagenpool’s.'1 , at once.” • When all the party were assembled ft; in the manager’s'office, including Dr. Donaldson, as well as Dr. Wiliiams and the Spencers, our Man of Mystery arose/and tightly grasping a piece of’ yellow paper in his hand, thus ad-. dressed them: “Ladies and gentlemen,;’ it has been a pleasure and a privilege, to me to work in connection with In-* spector McArthur and his splendid De partment in unraveling this most in teresting case; and I now present to. you my report, which takes the form oij three rather startling surprises, viz:, First, and perhaps most 'important o, you who were losers, we have recov- s ered every dollar of the ten thousand!, St Second, our suspected villains are en- Si tirely innocent! Cripple Ching bough a* his ticket honestly from the regular agency and Ting Sang cashed ifl. >■ honestly for him! Third, we have no$' / found any trace of the forger—for the, i simple reason that there has not beau any forgery—and Charles and James* - must be freed from all suspicion at th<* Mission Press! This telegram from Batavia will give you the needed in formation as well as, the closing sur prise/’ ^e unfolded it and read as follows ;i “To Harr Wagenpool, Manager, 4# y “Dutch Asiatic Bank, Shanghai. “Just discovered that by curious _ accident the numbering machine! printed duplicate of ticket No. thirty Sik-thcusand-and-one. If too late to call them In, the Royal Dutch Lot- 4 tery will have, in honor, to pay them? both. Kark Kringleson, * 'f,! Government Agent.’*” - It of course goes without saying that Dr. Williams did not allow any delay In the matter of interesting Miss Spen*. ; cer in the larger "Lottery in Life"—as an actual fact, the exchange of the , tickets, if such we may call the pro** Sij posal-and acceptance, took place on the steps of the bank and, as Wang , Poo smilingly remarked, "they bclth > ; drew prizes!" ^ ;v| - And when, a lew days after the wed* ding, the bride wished to select a name ' for .their little bungalow on the Peals, ; to whom should she. more naturally turn than to