... . BY IIENRY ANDREWS. RNEST MILNER was the barrister, and he was walking rapidly up and down a white path that stretched from one end of the carpet of his room in the Temple to the other-- from the door to the window, from the window to the door. It had taken eight years to wear away that path, and it wasn't likely Milner would ever start another. \el to One of Milner's pupils, to whom he was ...

... THE K AISERIN AUGUSTA. A COMPLETE STORY. It is a little hard that the rector of the parish --and a most consistent Conservative-- cannot express his feelings in the pulpit without being called a dangerous Radical, but I am sorry to say that the sermon I preached that Sunday has had the most unforeseen and un fortunate results in more ways than one. It seemed such a very simple thing at the ...

... WHEN THE BLIND LEAD THE BLIND A COMPLETE STORY. It was at a country-house party. Feeling lazy I had stopped at home with my hostess whilst the others had gone out pheasant shooting. Mrs. Carruthers suddenly looked up from her embroidery and spoke. However, I was not deceived by the apparent unpremeditation of her question because I had felt for some moments that she was on the point of saying ...

... WITHOUT PREMEDITATION. A COMPLETE STORY. What John Devereux had not seen might be called his own country. Most people have seen as much and as little. It is from this fact and a domestic trouble that probably there arose a certain proverb which connects charity with home. He had been inside the dancing dens of Colombo and come out again. To some men this is not always sufficient. He had slept ...

... A CUHATE'S WOOING. A COMPLETE STORY. June 4.-- It is quite four years ago since I first decided on my present calling. The grand scene, I remember, occurred on my twentieth birthday, and I triumphed. Of course, it was very well for my father, with his views so essentially bourgeois, to speak of my carrying on the business. The busi ness is a well to-do grocery store in Well borough, and it ...

... THE GHOST OF LUCINDA. A COMPLETE STOIC Y. By Dorothea Deackin. Unhappily for me my godfathers and god- mothers decided that my life should be spent behind the counter of a bank; but my ambition has always been to serve my country as a soldier, and I feel sure that providence gave me six feet of height and a broad straight back to do credit to the King's uniform, and I often feel it a little ...

... . BY ROBERT MACHRAY. THEY were hunting-- after a fashion; that is to say, not anything with life in it. They were looking for minerals, not animals; their quest was for gold or silver, pre ferentially the former, but certainly not grizzlies. They knew formidable specimens of the last- named were sometimes encountered on the other side of the lake among the mountains, which some pious French ...

... HE WOULD BE A TIGER. A COMPLETE STOR.Y. By F. Kirvsey Peile. Brown's Buildings was hardly what might be called a select neighbourhood, although round the corner not a hundred yards off was one of the most fashionable quarters of London where mansions reared their ma jestic heads, where powdered flunkies sat and yawned in cool capacious halls, and where society gathered to discuss iced ...

... THE ADJUSTING OF THINGS. A COMPLETE STORY By Cecil Th\irston. He was standing alone under the trees when he saw her first. She strolled slowly past chatting to a man, her black dress a trail of shadow on the shaven lawn. And the sight of her, the sound of her laugh borne to him carelessly on the wind, brought his heart to his throat. The carriage of her head was absolutely unchanged, her ...

... A CONFIDENCE. A COMPLETE STORY By Rosa Mulholland Gilbert. Twentyyears! I am notched and grizzled. You are only mellowed, ripened. My friend smiled and lighted a fresh cigar ette. He puzz'ed me. Rumour had led me to expect to find him after my long absence a disappointed if not soured man. I had sought him here in the retreat where he and his cold, uncongenial wife lived, it was said, like a ...

... . Coronets, said my cousin Lilian, that is the question. I had always believed peeresses to sleep with their coronets on their heads, like the dear little princesses in the illustrations to the fairy tale, who all lay beatifically, their hands folded on their breasts, their golden hair flow ing over the pillow, and their jewelled crowns on their calm brows. And now from my cousin's talk I ...

... . BY EDWARD NOBLE. COLONEL SHERARD stood on the dusty platform staring into the red haze. The sun sketched him in blue shadow on the hoards, exaggerating his breadth, diminish ing his height, fashioning generally a pudding-like effigy none of his friends would recognise. He stood with his field glasses raised, his eyes fixed on a dim blotch that moved like a snake, very far off, very ...