... . Br 0. K. Harkivay. IV. A DOG SHOW. HAVING lost Tootsie and disposed of Wootsie, I was in a dog- less condition, but did not remain so for very long. When on a visit to some friends at Bury St. Edmunds, I came across a beautiful collie belonging to a shepherd which had won several prizes on the show-bench, and was entered for the forthcoming show at Cambridge. After a little haggling I ...

... 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, ...

... HEATHERTHORP. A SPORTING STORY. By Byron Webber. CHAPTER X. Continued Up at Wimpledale Place they felt quite as much interest in the forthcoming Meeting as was experienced down in the town; and, maybe, rather more interest in the match between Arthur Basing- hall Sutton, Esq., M.D., and Reginald Woodridge, Esq., iron master, Shipley. After Squire Wilson had been cajoled into con senting to ...

... LADIES ON HORSEBACK. MAENINO, PAEK-EIDING, ANn HUNTING, WITH HINTS UPON COSTUME, AND NUMEEOUS ANECDOTES. By Hes. Poweb O'Donoghue Authoress of The Knave of Clubs, Horses and Horsemen, Grandfather's Hunter, One in Ten Thousand, Spring Leaves, Thoughts on the Talmud, c., e. Begun in No. 350, October 2.) Paet III. Continued I said in the beginning of these columns that I should offer ...

... . 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 ...

... LOVE'S VICTORY. A DRAMATIC STORY Adapted expressly for this paper By Howard Pa^*l. CHAPTER XXIV. FOR a few minutes the old dealer's fatigue seemed to have dis appeared. He sat erect, with tremulous lips and flashing eyes, and continued in a strident voice: Xt was a fine afternoon in the month of October when Zita Penman appeared for the flrst time before the eyes of Masson. He was at that time ...

... . By Alfred E. T. Watson. Author of Sketches in the Hunting Field Racecourse and Covert Side &c. CHAPTER I. IF it be not absolutely correct to say that there are black sheep in every fold, it is a fact that in very few folds are the sheep all of immaculate whiteness. Some, at least, are likely to be tinted. The division lines between cunning and dis honesty are, in fact, often much narrower ...

... . By Mes. Powee O'Donoqhue. WELL, I'm blest! If that isn't a donkey's head I see there, sticking up over the wall, just below the slope. I don't like donkeys, but I pity them. Yes, I pity them. I am a horse myself, and can afford to indulge in a feeling of kindly sympathy towards all inferior animals. Donkeys get whacks All day on their backs That's rhyme, I think. I wonder is it poetry. I ...

... . JULY 18TH was a memorable day for the inhabitants of the little village of K-- in co. Mayo when a team of cricketer (save the mark!) came over from the neighbouring village of D-- to contest with them for the honours of cricket. None of those who were present on that occasion could easily forget it; and some, indeed, bear evidence of its having been forcibly, not to say painfully, impressed ...

... DRAMA. HAYMARKET. Hadjezda is now preceded at the Haymarket by that rarity, a new farce. This farce, which is called Boom 70, is by Mr. Percy Fitzgerald, who has chosen an old-fashioned subject, and has treated it in a pleasant, simple-minded, wholesome way. He takes for his hero ontf Littletop, a lively gentleman who has played an awlcwaid practical joke upon a stranger, and suddenly ...

... THE SPORTS OP LAST CENTURY. THE extreme activity in the athletic world at present disposes us to forget the quite recent date at which open-air sports be came fashionable. Thus, when we were at Oxford, thirty-two years ago, there was no football; cricket was not played in any thing like so scientific a manner as it is at present, nor did half the men in a college care to go near their cricket ...

... . By W. H. Pollock. IT was the kind of stifling afternoon in autumn when the sun's heat is so languid that people belated in, or passing through, London cannot but feel languid too. A small assembly of such people was scattered about the smoking- room of a club, some drinking (not punch, but lemon-squash, or other cooling drinks), some drinking tea, and by their faces you might see at least ...