A Critic Surprised

Lord Randolph Cburchill took a verj keen artisfcic deligbt in his wife's musical aocomplishments, but he was un willing thíit any one else should speak disparupingly of them. At an entertainnvwt once, where ahe had consonted te eícuto a bi'illiant dash on the piano, a tall yonth with bangs and a monock ■was observed paying a langnid and rather iusolent attention to the inusic, standing close enough to the performer to have his commeuts easily overheard by her. Lord Randy was close at hand, too, and presently heard the vapid youth rem ark: "Deuced fine mnsic, you know, bnt it lacks v.real soul - it lacks weal soul." To the critio's astonishrnent a muscular young man, with a big mustache, whom he had not noticed bef ore, whis pered in his ear: "For a shilling I'd wallop the lifeout of you!" He hastened to withdraw, but without discovering the identity of the author of the rnenace. The next day, te his deligbt, he received an invitation to the Chnrcbills' home. Of oourse he accepted with avidity. On entering he was met by his threatenlng neighbor ol the night before, who, he at once discernod, mcr t be Lord Randolph. He procecded uo farther than the entrance hall, for Churohill backoned in the direcriou of the drawing room, and out floated Lady Churchill. "This fellow has come to apologize to you for his remark of last night," hissed Lord Randolph. "Now, " to the stranger, "down on your knees!" Down went the dandy, lisping out the most abject piea fo' forgiveness. Then he was turned ove; to a footmar to bo put iguominiously out of the door, while the host followed his retreating figure -with a roar of deriaive langhter.