... Uhe Cardinal's Confession ini ij. Schofield IT occurred to the Cardinal that he was about to die. This was at four o'clock in the afternoon. The pain in his stomach had ceased to show vitality, and a ...

... The Devil's Profession. By Gertie de S. Wen tw or th- James. (John Long.) is. net. Because of Phcebe. By Kate Horn. (Stanley Paul.) 6s. To Sibell, a true friend, in memory o ...

... Uhe Admirals A Christmas Eve Tale L/ (J. Q). Senior GATHERED about the Yule Log it seems as natural to talk of ghosts as for gloomy- deans to talk cosily in pulpits about the abomination of desolati ...

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... I Ill IMI I I IHII l l Ml I Will Ml I Ml Ml IMI 1 I THE ACTRESS NUN I B A Graphic Short Story n by C. G. L. DU CANN I IN the south-west corner of the old convent garden, little demure-faced Sister Eun ...

... f_ 1 I THE COMMOTION- IN THeT' J k_. 1) L AM I LY J|L. Written by V LEOTSIAR.D (K) X^MERRICK CHAPTER X If any of the Sydenham young ladies-- or, for that matter, if any young lady in any other highly ...

... 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 ...

... . BY MRS. POWER O'DONOGHUE, Author of Ladies on Horseback dsc. (Commenced January 29th. No. 368.) CHAPTER XXII. THE letter to George was written, approved of, and de spatched. Ivy did not make her appearance again that day. She remained in her own chamber, nursing her bitter reflections, and giving free vent to her grief. Her aunt came to her, late in the evening; for Ivy's tea went down ...

... ROBERT EUDE, A STORY OF THE MIDDLE AGES IN ENGLAND. By A. H. Wall. PART THREE. CHAPTER II. |Jou Italic fount) race nit archer, snitli £tobin tt'ioob, ffltbicb fnill malic none fotbts for to Iniiitg, JJnb.toisb noil bat) neber spolu tin tnorb abat coulb not brafu one string. Old Ballad. The Provost of the Sports announcing the commencement of the archery contest, a trumpet blast rang out, and ...

... . By Ralph Wotherspoon. WE were sitting in the club-house after a hard day's golf, fighting our battles over and over again when Johnson said: Talking of golf-balls, chaps, do any of you remember that advertisement the Whizz-Bang people brought out about their Hearty Hopper One or two said yes the rest of us having for gotten it, Johnson proceeded to recall it. The gist of it was this, he ...

... PIKE FISIIING AT TAPLOW, AND WHAT CAME OF IT. A NEW YEAR'S STORY. THAT vile fishing! said Mr. Poston, striding up and down his study, and shaking his watch and seals, which was his custom when angry. How cordially I hate it! It takes you off work, fills your mind with nonsense, causes you to waste time, and sends you home with your basket as empty as your head. Unfortunately I did catch ...

... IT was through going out cub-hunting that I came to back-- Well, we must not give the right name, but we'll call him Glaucus. This is the story of it. One bright morning in September we drew Plumtree wood there were several cubs about, and two or three had their earthly career cut short. I was riding a young horse, in fact had only just bought him against the coming season. Whilst waiting I ...