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ANET was not long at Edmonton visiting her cousin, the wife of the cigar manufacturer, before something told her to return to Ontario. I never asked her what. Life does finally teach us a few things. My general impression was that it might be ascribed to those excessive temperatures our Edmonton friends indulge in and are so plausible about. Janet never could endure cold weather.

She brought us a souvenir match-holder as a present. It had long buckskin streamers ornamented with big red and blue beads, the kind the Indians out there affect as a foil to their dusky complexions. I accepted it with becoming gratitude, inly wondering if it offered sufficient basis for opening up overtures as to a possible re-engagement of Janet.

We had always liked Janet. At her best, she excelled. At her worst, she was still endurable. But her virtues were of the unstable