THE OTHER MINISTER.
It was nearing midnigth and the primeminister was sitting alone in his office reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the sligtest trace of meaning behind.he was waiting for a call from the president of far distant country,and between wondering when wretched man would telephone ,and trying to supress unpleaseant memories of what had been a very long ,tiring and difficult week ,there was not much in his head for anything else .The more he attempted to focus on the print on the page before him, the more clearly the Primeminster could see the gloating face of one of his political opponents.