"In excellent health, thank you, Jack," said the stranger. "He desired to be remembered to you." "Thank you, sir," said the host. "Yes; those slippers will do," said the new guest. "Draw near to the table, my friend," said Mr. Oldstone, "for I must introduce you to the other members and guests here tonight." "My friends," said the chairman, "this gentleman is Mr. Vandyke McGuilp, an artist from Rome, great friend of my old chum Rustcoin, whom most of you knew. Mr. McGuilp, this gentleman on my right is Mr. Hardcase, the lawyer, who will be the first to relate a story tonight. On his right is Dr. Bleedem, one of our celebrated physicians; next to him is Mr. Cyanite, professor of geology, and then comes Mr. Blackdeed, one of our eminent tragedians; next to him is Mr. Parnassus, a young poet of great promise; after him is Mr. Crucible, analytical chemist, one of the oldest members of our club; next to him, as a guest tonight, is Captain Toughyarn, commander of Her Majesty's good ship the _Dreadnought_; then, next door neighbor to yourself is Mr. Jollytoast, celebrated low comedian." The new visitor bowed to each guest at the table with urbanity, and the guests returned the salute cordially. "Well, gentlemen," began the president, "what do you say to a bumper to the health of our new guest?" "Hear, hear!" cried the guests, unanimously. Each filled up his glass from the punch-bowl, and our artist's health was drunk with cheers, to which he responded in a short and modest speech. (Applause.) "And now, Mr. Hardcase," said the chairman, after the formalities were gone through, "I think it was arranged that you should tell the first story. I hope you have one ready. I am anxious for my young friend to hear a specimen of our far-famed recitals. In this club," said Mr. Oldstone, addressing the artist, "we always esteem those stories the highest that are true, and especially if they are facts coming under the experience of the relater. What sort of story may we expect from you tonight, Mr. Hardcase?"The story I intended to start the club with to-night is one that I myself took part in in my younger days, and which, although I never related to any of the club before, I have been upon the point of relating a hundred times, when I have been invariably interrupted by someone else who had some