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THE AUTHOR OF
“Like to the grass that's newly sprung,
Or like a tale that's new begun,
E'en such is man; who lives by breath,
IN THREE VOLUMES.
MY LOVE, SHE'S BUT A LASSIE.
“My friend, I have seen a white crane bigger !
NE August afternoon, precisely at the
time when the 4.15 train was bound to leave the busy, over-crowded Middleland Junction, Walter Huntley, Captain in one of Her Majesty's cavalry regiments, quietly stepped into an empty carriage. Having already seen a portmanteau and tin caseboth of which bore marks of many a