HEREIN is the story of the adven-
tures of "Holy MOther!"

-- "Ol' Beeswax" he called it sometimes --
       You, Ramon, will remember that long
before you went away to the war a stranger
came to see me one day -- a stout man, with
white hair and dark eyes.  Then I lifted the
beaver and looked about me.
"Ye wouldn't need no grease," said D'ri,
with a chuckle.

There was a moment of silence.


                                In all my life
I had not seen a woman of sweeter graces of
speech and manner, and in truth, I have met
some of the best born of her sex.

         Perhaps -- ah me!  perhaps it is the
devil.