... MY NAME IS EYE. By Sidney Pickering. THIS is the story which Carteret told me as we sat one evening after dinner on the balcony of my house at New Orleans, though, except as regards the conversations, I make no pretence of re producing the exact words in which he clothed it. I. AT THE HOTEL. Dinner was drawing to a close in the long dining-room of the Hotel Dresda, at Venice. Carteret was ...

... THE NEW BOUND AEY RIDER. A STORY OF AUSTRALIAN BUSH LIFE. By Mary Gaunt. VI. DR. chant's story. AFTER dinner they went out on the verandah again, and Adrian Grant filled his pipe and watched contemplatively the moon rise. As for Bee she, too, watched the moon rise, and if she thought of her brother and Giles at all, it was to hope they would not come home too soon and disturb this pleasant ...

... The following story is true and can be vouched for by many friends of mine to whom I related it shortly after its occurrence about twenty-five years ago. I was an officer in the Mercantile Marine up to the time of the Boer War, when I left the sea and served for a time in the war; after which I decided to return to sea again. Previous to the war I had always sailed out of London, so thought I ...

... THE HAUNTED BUNGALOW A COMPLETE STORY. By George Thursby. It was somewhere up the river. With more particularity I must not locate it. I heard of it casually in the City and slunk off on a borrowed motor to see it the following Saturday afternoon while Millicent was out shopping. We had always liked the idea of a bungalow, and from the day that the two young women beneath us began to learn the ...

... By Ms o Secireaaryo w^V^!) V IL Rushes in After Rehearsal. HERE I am at last! Haven't a moment! Isn't it an awful rush? says Mr. Bourchier as he hurries into his chair and spreads out his letters on the office table in a formidable heap. I 1) But I must get these done before I go regular concertina of 'em, he exclaims, pressing his hand on the top. Isn't it terrible I agree that it is, for ...

... Our Third Double Acrostic Prize Competition. RULES FOR THIS SERIES I. The series consists of thirteen double acrostics issued consecutively from April 2. THE TATLER will give to the solver who solves correctly the largest number of these a prize of £5, and two prizes of £3 and £2 respectively to those who solve the next largest number. It must be understood, how ever, that winners of first ...

... XI.-- A CMAMFIOBJ OF SORTS. By Major FlhUlp Trevor. AS all the world knows-- all the world in this case being a few hundred women and a few score men of a certain kind-- who Lord Croone's only sister married there is no need for me to mention his name. She was a strange woman, disliking publicity and not enamoured of her kind, but so charitable and simple withal that she was grateful to any ...

... TIE HET OF MEMORY- -cor&t. The more pronounced the scoffer the more com plete his collapse when he is really smitten by the divine rod. Anyway, Dick Featherstone was fairly and squarely carried off his feet. She had that soft, peachy kind of bloom on her that is so fascinating, and makes you want to well, do exactly what Featherstone did. She had an absolutely superb figure, and her hair ...

... Being in Some Respects a Sequel to fane, of clLf.' By Gilbert Framkau. xxii. On with the dance we've cocktailed, dined and wined Let rag-time reign and joy be unrefined. TO-NIGHT'S the night! To-night the Castle blazes Lamp-lit from lowest lake to topmost flagstaff. To-night the tom-tom's syncopation crazes And Dionysus waves his gladdest rag staff. Lulu is here to lead the Maxixe mazes Lulu ...

... THE AMBLERS: A ROMANCE OF THEATRICAL LIFE. By B. L. Farjeon, Author of Miriam Rozella, Grif, The Pride of Race. CHAPTER XIV. THE VISITORS' BOOK IN THE HOTEL RICHMOND. For Margaret did not deceive herself. The information given her by the hotel clerk and the night's agonising reflections had brought the truth home to her. If her husband had been slandered it would be vain to hope for ...

... By Alain LretHbridge. THE world had little use for Alistair Fendall. Time was when life had seemed a path of roses to him, but that was long ago. When he had attained his majority he had been flung by his father into the whirl of life. Of family affection, sympathy, or influence, he had been profoundly ignorant, even the shelter of a home had never been his. Was it very surprising then if, ...

... Bs7 Mary JosepBasae Mayer,, c Brockton pulled a letter out of his pocket, read it through slowly, threw himself back in his leather arm chair, pulled hard at his pipe, gazed at the ceiling through the smoke, and then reperused the letter. As it was a short note, and he had read it before at least twenty times, he might have been supposed to know it by heart. But he read it for a third time ...