138 TROTTY'S WEDDING TOUR.

“QO dear me!” sobbed Jill.

We were both crying by that time. I don’t feel ashamed -
to own up, as far as J’m concerned.

“Tf I’d known,” said I, “ that the Day of Judgment was
coming on the 12th of August, I wouldn’t have been so
mean about that jack-knife of yours with the notch in it!”

“ And I would n’t have eaten up your luncheon that day
last winter when I got mad at you,” said Jill.

«Nor we wouldn’t have cheated mother about smoking
vacations,” said I.

“T’d never have played with the Bailey boys out behind
the barn! ”’ said Jill.

“‘T wonder where the comet went to,” said I. ¥

“¢ ¢ Whether we shall be plunged,’ ”’ quoted Jill, in a horri-
ble whisper, from that dreadful newspaper, —“‘‘ shall be
plunged into a wild vortex of angry space—or suffocated
with noxious gases—-or scorched to a helpless crisp, or
blasted —’”

_ When do you suppose they "Il come after us?” I inter-
rupted Jill.

That very minute somebody came. We heard a step, and
then another. Then a heavy bang. Jill howled out a little.
I didn’t, for I was thinking how the cellar door banged like
that.

Then came a voice, — an awful, hoarse, and trembling voice,
as ever you ’d want to hear. ‘‘ George Zacharias!”

Then I knew it must be the Judgment Day, and that the