being clear and concise in remarks and descriptions of the different subjects. We hope to devote more time to this gallery on our return to London.

Gusty asked while here if I did not want to get some postcards. I replied, "No, I do not care about them." She looked disappointed, but said nothing further.

We took lunch at the celebrated old Cheshire Cheese Inn. This was the favorite resort of Dr. Ben Johnson, and there is a room up-stairs devoted to relics of his. The old chair he used is enclosed in a glass case. This old inn is celebrated for its cheese and beefsteak pie. We had a good lunch with cheese, but no pie; that being served only on Wednesdays. Gusty knew this, but having other plans for that day, said nothing about it. Had I known soon enough about that pie I certainly should have had some. It is a standing grievance that I missed it, and I shall not soon forgive her.

We took a hansom cab from here up Regent street to Peter Robinson's, to see the store and make some necessary purchases. On going to a counter to see a clerk of whom I had made selections, another stepped up to wait on me, saying the clerk I wanted had gone for her tea. This is the rule in England: clerks are allowed time for their afternoon tea.

We went from here to St. Paul's Cathedral; saw tombs of the Duke of Wellington, Admiral Nelson and other famous men. while we were here.

everywhere in England.

The chimes were ringing

Bells and chimes are heard
Every church seems to pos-

sess them, and you can hear some tune or hymn almost

ery hour.

St. Martins-in-the-Fields we hear con

ntly, as it is quite close to our hotel.

We went to Fuller's, one of the good confectioners, r afternoon tea. Gusty ordered tea, and I ordered strawberry sundae. The young woman smiled but ›ked mystified. I told her that it was a dish of vala ice cream with crushed fresh strawberries poured er it. When Gusty's tea and bread and butter arved, I was handed a lovely large dish of the best rawberry sundae I ever tasted, home not excepted, id I have no doubt that mine was the first ever made this establishment. Gusty told me it was the only me she ever regretted taking tea, as my sundae oked so good.

After leaving here, we drove for a couple of hours, assing Hyde Park, Rotten Row, Buckingham Palace, he late King Edward's residence; St. James Palace, he residence of the Duke of York, now King George. We drove through St. James Park on our way to see he Parliament Houses, and in the park we saw Tommy Atkins." The greens of England are very ivid and flowers most beautiful.

After dinner we again drove out, as the balmy air nd beautiful moonlight night were too alluring to emain in the house. We drove over about the same de we had taken in the afternoon.

Just as we were entering St. Paul's Cathedral in the fternoon, our attention was attracted to an aeroplane at was sailing over that part of London high above ur heads.

Wednesday, May 25, we drove out to the famous old tower where legend says the young princes were murdered and their bones supposed to have been found under the tower. At the entrance stand the old warders in full livery. The English people call them “beef eaters."

In the armory, which is in the same building, we saw the old equipments of war that had been used by kings and princes of bygone days, also that of their chargers. In this white tower we saw the magnificent coronation robes worn by King Edward and Queen Alexandra. The crown jewels were not visible. The oldest part of this tower, that remains intact since it was built, is the little chapel of St. John. This is semicircular at one end, and supported by massive but extremely plain columns. Services are held here every Sunday. We spent several hours in this interesting and historic old place till about time for luncheon. Gusty suggested we go to Crosby Hall, one of the very quaint residences of the Elizabethan period, but used for years as a restaurant. We drove where we supposed it was situated in an old and closed court that was full of offices of various kinds. Not seeing it, Gusty began making inquiries, but gained no information as no one seemed to know anything about it. Finally two gentlemen stepped to our carriage, asking if they could be of assistance. On asking about Crosby Hall, one replied that it had been sold to an American gentleman residing in a suburb of London and it had been razed, removed to his country place

We then decided to lunch at

I restored there.
pson's in the Strand, a typical English restaurant.
is a well appointed place. The meats are served
t as they are brought from the oven, on large plat-
5, resting on rolling tables that are wheeled to you

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your order cut from your choice. We had a fine ch, after which we drove to Peter Robinson's again. is store being quite attractive to me, I nearly always d some things to purchase. From there we drove to estminster Abbey in time for the afternoon service. ter service we looked at the tombs of the old kings d queens. Elizabeth and Mary Queen of Scots lie ectly opposite each other on opposite sides of the bey. We visited the two great chapels of Edward e Confessor, and Henry the Seventh. Here also is e poets' corner in which we saw a bust of Longllow. We went into the cloisters which impress you ith the perfect peace and quiet, in the heart of the eat city.

After dinner we went to the Duke of York Theater, ot far from our hotel, and saw "Trelawney of the Wells," a pretty play of English theatrical life.

Thursday, May 26, after a late breakfast, being too red for an earlier one, we drove to Middle Temple Hall, the Temple Church and Temple Gardens, all beng at one time the property of the Knights Templar. When this order was dissolved in England, their proprty all passed to the Knights of St. John, another eligious order of the middle ages, and later was leased y them to the law students of the city, and was finally

given to them by Henry VIII, and it still remains in their possession. Middle Temple Hall has a magnifi cent open timber roof, dark with age. At one end of the hall is a handsomely carved screen of oak. At the sides of the room are long tables with benches. This being the refectory or dining hall, and is still used for the same purpose. At one time Queen Elizabeth dined here. The old guard told us that during Shakespeare's lifetime his "Twelfth Night" was given here. In the Temple Church, the older part of which is circular, we saw figures life size of the Crusaders in full armor, lying with crossed feet on their tombs. Just outside in the churchyard is the tomb of Oliver Goldsmith. In Shakespeare's "Henry VI," one of the scenes was laid in Temple Gardens, the scene which marks the beginning of the "War of the Roses."

It being time for luncheon, we went to the Criterion, Piccadilly. This place being quite "swagger," our lunch was good, of course.

We returned to the Morley from here. I packed and rested, while Gusty went to the American Express office to complete arrangements for our trip and get our tickets, saying she would not be gone very long. As I was busy most of the afternoon, I did not notice that it was getting late, when, on looking, found it was nearly 6 o'clock. I wondered what had delayed her, but, expecting she would return every minute, waited until 7 o'clock, still broad daylight. Then I dressed and went to the office at 7:30 and asked them to call up the American Express office, saying Miss