Ashbrooke. Died Sept. 18th, 1889. Three months were allowed."
The car stopped. Mr. Dunning, still contemplating the blue letters on the yellow ground, had to be stimulated to rise by a word from the conductor. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “I was looking at that advertisement; it’s a very odd one, isn’t it?” The conductor read it slowly. “Well, my word,” he said, "I never see that one before. Well, that is a cure, ain’t it? Some one bin up to their jokes ’ere, I should think." He got out a duster and applied it, not without saliva, to the pane and then to the outside. “No,” he said, returning, “that ain't no transfer; seems to me as if it was reg’lar in the glass, what I mean in the substance, as you may say. Don't you think so, sir?” Mr. Dunning examined it and rubbed it with his glove, and agreed. “Who looks after these advertisements, and gives leave for them to be put up? I wish you would inquire. I will just take a note of the words.” At this moment there came a call from the driver: “Look alive, George,
