... HIS LAST CHANCE. A COMPLETE STORY. I. Maud King, who on the third day of a certain 'Varsity match sat in a hired barouche in front of the tavern at Lord's, had, it must be confessed, first cast eyes of admira tion upon Tom Leach when Tom became known as one of the soundest bats in the Oxford eleven. She had been acquainted with him for some years and had always accounted him a nice boy, but ...

... IF PHYLLIS WOULD BE KIND. A COMPLETE STORY. I. I am peculiarly indebted to P. Wetherhead, an artist, and although I believe him to have been quite innocent of any beneficent designs I trust he will be duly rewarded. I was made aware of his existence for the first time at the Academy, where, rather late one afternoon, I was acquiring materials for conversation. I was looking for those pic ...

... THE MAN ALL TATTERED AND TORN. A COMPLETE STORY, M 11 111 ocrr-- I. --mil-- pumriiiu--iM--nAMBn She was sitting on a bench in the sunshine in front of the hotel. The sunshine was very bright and the Mediterranean was very blue, and the mimosa was golden and smelt sweetly, and the rose tulips stood gaily in their places; but the maiden was all forlorn nevertheless though her cheeks were only ...

... A STUDY IN LANGUAGE. By Mostyn T. Pigott. CHAPTER I. John Bullfinch when a little boy- Was curly-haired, well-grown, and supple, But though he was his parents' joy It was his habit to annoy That singularly doting couple. When told to do some simple thing Which they considered was expedient, He ever was discovering Some easy way of managing To be completely disobedient. And when he said the ...

... HIS FRIEND WALLER. A COMPLETE STORY. You are to come up to-morrow by the 3.25 train, wrote Dollie's married sister, and dine with us and stay the night, for we are going to do a theatre, and we will take no excuses. Mumsie can spare you, and you have got a frock. The little white silk which you wore at my wedding will do perfectly well, and I can lend you a cloak and anything else that you ...

... AN HOUR. AND A HALF'S ENGAGEMENT. A COMPLETE STORY. Good night, Celia, said Mrs. Cornwallis. Good night, I returned gaily, and then I cried home and waved my hand, and as I walked to my Great-aunt Mary's front-door steps the carriage containing my chaperon at the Blantyres' ball bore her away. It was, therefore, quite clearly my fault that what happened afterwards did happen. Mother is ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...