... THE STORY OF SOPHIE ARNOULD AN EARLY FRENCH OPERATIC CELEBRITY. By A. H. Wall. THOSE who remember the less stately, but more picturesque and far less cleanly, Paris which existed before that grand old city was improved, altered, and remodelled out of all knowledge of its ancient self by the late Emperor Napoleon, may readily enough recall to mind the Hôtel Ponthieu. It stood above the long ...

... HEATHERTHORP. A SPORTING STORY By Byron Webber. CHAPTER XVI. (Concluded) MISS CARDMUMS was absent from Heatherthorp when the happy pair returned home, and so in lieu of paying them a visit she wrote the Doctor a voluminous letter of congratulation, stuffed full of pious quotations and goody poetry. Poor dear, said Kate, as she read the epistle. I don t care what you say, Arthur, I am quite ...

... A HEAD BEATING.41 By Byron Webber. CHAPTER I. How provoking! And that party at the Mills's on Wed nesday. Now, are you deceiving me, Tom? Mr. Bevan, --the office has nothing to do with this sudden departure? r\ot an atom. What can it be, then My dear Gerty, endeavour to be reasonable for this once. You ought to know that if I were not rigidly pledged to secrecy you would be the very first ...

... A HEAD BEATING. By Byron Webber. CHAPTER II. PORTER what station is this? Holloway, sir. All right! catch this portmanteau. I will get out here. I had changed my plans. Since I knew nothing about Napoleon Toase, I decided to approach him through Timothy Swenson, with a view to testing his bona- fides. I hoped to effect my object by pulling up thus at Holloway and taking a cab to King's ...

... . By Byron Webber. CHAPTER 11.-- [Concluded.) THE morning came, the chaise-- that is, the cab-- was brought, and I was presently en route to Waterloo to secure the first train down, The weather was dull and foggy. B d for roarers, thought I; but, as there was nothing the matter with the mare's pipes, I was not uneasy. I wondered if I should like my mount Almost the only horsey passenger ...

... misery it might be to shame. Oh, rather than that let it be death. In time, doubtless, he might come to think, with resig nation, of her lying at rest in some quiet churchyard. But it was madness to think of her disgraced and dishonoured that fair flower, which he had deemed almost too lovely for earth, trampled in the gutter, flung aside to wither, like the vilest weed. He went in at the open ...

... THE PHANTOM UMBRELLA; OR, HOW I FOUND MY WIFE. By Mrs. Joseph Rogers. CHAPTER I. AT the time this story begins, I was twenty-two, the favourite of my mother, and beloved by my father as his youngest son, and he made use of me, as such. I was not a model, but I managed to keep pretty square with my people at home, by being in before twelve, taking my sisters to balls, theatres, and of course, ...

... . By Mrs. Joseph Rogers. CHAPTER II. NEXT day when I reached his club, I found my old friend waiting. Fred, my boy, said he, you don't look yourself. What's up; in love? I rather suspect that's your case, I responded. Yes, you've hit the right nail 011 the head. Awfully in love only mine is an old affair. But yours is a new one How do you know that said I, starting. Oh I know all about it ...

... A COUNTER-IRRITANT.* BEING OUR STORY HIS STORY AND HER STORY TOLD IN ALTERNATE CHAPTERS. By A. H. Wall. CHAPTER V. HIS STORY (CONTINUED.) I reached this out-of-the-way old sea-side town at last, drenched with rain and covered with mud. The narrow, irregular little streets were utterly deserted and every house was closed. The rain had ceased, but the wind was sharper and colder, and I shivered ...

... By Harold Kyrle. AH! old man. That's it. That's just it. what did I do it for? Hanged if I know; because I was a born fool I suppose. Did I care for her? Is it me? Not I, faith-- at least-- no. You see it was this way, Harry. Ah, but the yam's too long-- and-- you're nearest the billy, old man, slue yourself round and lift it off. So-- It was Christmas Eve. Not the long chill-nighted eve of ...

... TOHN CARROLL'S CROPPER. By G. Manville Fenn. How dare you, sir! Because I love you with all my heart. Indeed, indeed I do, Miss Lane-- Isabel. What have I done that you should be so cold? Since we met two years ago, I have never-- Will you loose my hand, sir? I cannot, Isabel dear Isabel. Oh, this is unbearable it is an insult. For the moment, as the pretty little pink and white hand I ...

... HOW LADY FEVEREL WENT ON THE STAGE. A Sketch. Concluded from page 235.) VI. In due course came the night of Angela's first appearance in public. Naturally enough she was a little nervous, but she dis sembled bravely. There was also something very delightful about the whole proceeding. She quite enjoyed being dressed by her maid at the theatre-- it seemed a new operation altogether. The plot of ...