... . BY CHARLES KENNETT BURROW. Fenton was not exactly a sentimentalist, else in two months he would have had time to forget. He was, indeed, rather a slow man, who took life more as a matter for calculation than as a series of startling and unsolvable problems. But in one matter his faculty of calculation had played him faise-- he had fallen in love, and the woman whom he loved had married ...

... . BY A. CONSTANCE SMEDLEY. All Acting Hights Reserved hg the Author.) CHARACTERS: CAPTAIN LAMBERT (of the Fighting Fifth); MOLLY KEPPEL (his ward). SCENE: CAPTAIN LAMBERT'S rooms in barracks. Half-past nine at night. The table is spread with the remains of dinner a red-shaded lamp casts a soft light on the scene. Captain Lambert stands bg dinner-table lighting a cigarette. Captain {picks up ...

... . BY MAUD CHURTON AND HORACE WYNDHAM. It was six o'clock in the evening, and the editor of the Monthly Rochet sat alone in his room. The labours of the day were practically over, the stream of visitors-- all anxious to see him on important business-- had at length departed, and the click of the typewriter now ceased to echo through the hushed and silent office. With the exception of this one ...

... . BY CLIVE R. FENN. j Characters: Violette Valtoun; Paul Courtland. Scene: A Boudoir. PAUL (entering in evening-dress, carrying a gibus and white gloves). Ah! Well, I suppose it 's only what I might have expected. One should always expect the worst. But I shall not remain hanging about in England after it. It is the ringing down of the curtain for me. There is nothing to do but to go away-- ...

... THE TAYLE OF THE BEAK ,s BY ALICK JITINTfO. LOOK here, you chaps, remarked Warren, looking up from the Sportsman, Tony Wishart's going pretty strong. Eight hundred for a three-year-old out of a selling plate. Where does he get the tin? ^FjSg Ij A Stole it, perhaps, murmured Higlifield, (MB who was a cynic, I Or brought off a run of good things, suggested Warburton, who posed as an amateur ...

... A NOVEL IN A NUTSHELL. THE FAIRIES AND THE FATES. BY M. W. SPENCE. WHEN Nancy Dale was a little girl she had two kittens. One was sharp and alert; the other big, slow, and handsome. In Nancy's school-room there was a window looking into the garden. The smart little kitten could reach the window-sill; the other could not. Nancy loved the big, slow one the better, and she often reached out ...

... THE FATE GF THE VULTURE. BY EDWARD F. SPENCE. THAT'S all very well, said Mr. Hooker, the financier. I can find enough money for contributors and printers, but not enough for the expense of preliminary advertisements and beating the big drum and that sort of thing. My dear boy, replied Mr. T. Morris, we aren't going to spend money on advertising it 's part of my scheme not co waste it ...

... . BY HAROLD WHITE. ''WHAT I complain of in life at the present day is not its want of ordinary comfort, I remarked as I looked round Dane's luxuriously appointed bachelor chambers in Piccadilly, ''but that lack of stirring and unexpected incident which makes it so humdrum. thank goodness it is humdrum! retorted Dane, who has nothing to grumble at at all events, he never grumbles. Go to ...

... . BY MULLETT ELLIS. SHE was the prettiest little blonde I have ever set eyes upon. So young-looking-- so young really that her widow's weeds took one's breath away at first sight. The second glance assured one that the crape about her artless face and dimpled chin was singularly becoming. We were at Dieppe when I met her. The Robinsons introduced her to me. She was the widow, they told me, of ...

... . BY NORA HOPPER. MY friend wants to know what noise that is, I said, laying my brushes down and. turning to my pretty model, patiently balancing her milk-pails for my benefit, and so much prettier in her bare feet and brown homespun gown than in her Sunday bravery of huge starched cap, enormous silver ear-rings, and vivid scarlet skirt. All this astounding JT X. gear she had worn when I saw ...

... . BY FRANCIS GRIBBLE. A RIPPIN' fine girl Thus did the Honourable Bob lorrington sum lip the attractions of Miss Dollv Chester, of the Absurdity. Be careful, my boy She 's a married woman, objected his friend, Charlie Hather- leigli, to whom he was confiding the deplorable condition of his affections. Bob Torrington took a long pull at the hrandy-and-soda, and paced his Jermyn Street ...

... THE INTERCEPTED MESSAGE f A STORY OR TIIR NEW TELEGRAPHY. /jEm BY CATHERINE ADAMS. WE MUST intercept that message, said Schmidt. I could only look my unutterable astonishment. Schmidt was the senior partner in the firm of Schmidt, Rosenberg, and Carey. I was Carey, the junior. Rosenberg we seldom saw, and it was just as well; he had no brains, but his money had been very useful when the firm ...