The Magic Egg and Other Stories

The pretty little theatre attached to the building of the Unicorn Club had been hired for a certain January afternoon by Mr. Herbert Loring who wished to give therein a somewhat novel performance to which he had invited a small audience consisting entirely of friends and acquaintances. Loring was a handsome fellow about thirty years old who had travelled far and studied much. He had recently made a long sojourn in the far East and his friends had been invited to the theatre to see some of the wonderful things he had brought from that country of wonders. As Loring was a club-man and belonged to a family of good social standing his circle of acquaintances was large and in this circle a good many unpleasant remarks had been made regarding the proposed entertainment-made of course by the people who had not been invited to be present. Some of the gossip on the subject had reached Loring who did not hesitate to say that he could not talk to a crowd and that he did not care to show the curious things he had collected to people who would not thoroughly appreciate them. He had been very particular in regard to his invitations.