THE PRIDE OF THE GREY.

Greymouth Evening Star, Volume XXXI, 6 July 1901, Page 4

THE PRIDE OF THE GREY.

A new serial novel of a most absorbing nature. Each of its two hundred and thirty-seven chapters is of thrilling interest, and deals with the weightiest problems that ever vexed humanity. “ All Rights Reserved.” —Chapter 1. It was in the initial year of the now century, or t> be more precise, on the tenth day cf July, in the year of grace, 1901, and in the first year of the reign of our good and gracious Over-Lord, King Edward VII., that the events occurred which form the basis of our opening chapter. Away in the west the sun had sunk to rest in a sea of irridiseent glory, all nature was quiescent, and man (and man alone) displayed that remarkable phenomenon of virile force that is termed life.

As Ralph Mmlressor surveyed the surrounding# in silent mediation his nubile brain fashioned mystic thought and thus to himself he communed. ‘ Where on the broad space of earth can man find environments more exalting?” “Here everything is lifted up from the common level of mundane action” Nor is man inactive, “The Chinese are raising their dead,” “ the newspaper editors are raising each others hair,” “the Councillors are raising a new loan,” “tin larrikins are raising Cain,” bnt enougn! and a sweet smile illumined his aristocratic features as he once more gazed lovingly upon the soft neutral toned ticket for the fifth Tri-weekly social of the Greymouth Garrick Club. Here at last, he softly murmured is the passport to the earthly Nirvana, the true state of sub-lunary bliss, _ in the subdued colours of this pasteboard tablet is concealed she hopes and fears of my roseate dreams. (It may not be out of place to here explain that the gentleman’s Garrick Club ticket is of a subdued cream colour and its price is 2s, that of the ladies is of a strongly marked hut not too prominent reddish tint, and the price is Is. This explanation is necessary to enable the reader to thoroughly grasp the sequence.—Author.) Softly pressing the talisman to his lips, Ralph continued in musing mood, the music is perfect, the supper superb, the floor in excellent condition, the company simply delightful. The youth and beauty of Greymouth will be there, the culture and refinement of our borough will attend, I will go. and She, the “ Pride of the Grey,” the most exquisite of created beings will grace the Opera House on that blissful night, and the Duke—but let us not anticipate.