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WHY IT WHS BROKEN.

was the calm of Christmas Eve at Waiwera. Bitter words had passed between her and the man with buff sidewhiskers and shoes to match. "You are heartless !" he exclaimed. """* She was silent, but in the failing light it could be seen that her lips trembled. " You cast me off without reason," he persisted, in a cold, chilly tone that contrasted strangely with the atmosphere. A low cry escaped her. " Plantagenet," she wailed, "you do me an injustice." " But you have just broken our engagement, and will give no reason." " Listen. Plantagenet — I mean Mr. McSnillery — I will tell you my reason. You — " Her intense manner thrilled him into a rapt silence. " — were my betrothed. Heaven knows how' much I have suffered for you. I can suffer no longer. You — " She turned her glance full upon him, and in her deep blue eyes there was only sincerity. " — are the only man here, and I've just got to have somebody to flirt with. I could not flirt with you if you were to continue to be my betrothed." Crushed, he sat until the mosquitoß drove him into the hotel. There he was the gayest of the gay. He laughed at Fate.

PACKING THE CHRISTMAS TRUNK: Or the Troubles Incidental to a Holiday Trip to Rotorua.

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Observer, 21 December 1893, Page 26

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WHY IT WHS BROKEN. Observer, 21 December 1893, Page 26

WHY IT WHS BROKEN. Observer, 21 December 1893, Page 26