... pr icissitudes of \Corporal Dubois BY JACK JOHNSON (The Bystander in Flanders' IT is always a pleasure and an honour to make the acquaint ance of men who have done stirring deeds and have seen strange sights, and when chance, one day, threw me in the path of Corporal Dubois, recently of the-- ième régiment d'infanterie, and now in a Staff Office at the Base, I gladly offered him a 5 centime ...

... f How Muriel A \Carried On J THE STORY OF A ROAD ENGINE BY H. MAXWELL PERSONALLY I have always felt that Archibald was lucky when he married Muriel, though the general opinion was the luck was the other way about, and that Muriel was the lucky one when she captured Archibald. But Archibald himself had no doubt about it at all he knew he was the lucky one. Now I don't want you to make any ...

... aud Pats 3\1 V °n the Pack a BY H. MAXWELL^ THE STORY OF A PERFECT WIFE MAUD was flaw less, except for one flaw. At least, that was Monty's opinion, and Monty being Maud's husband, Monty's opinion is entitled to respect. Monty regarded Maud as perfectly wonderful. She was charming, affectionate, and clever. Maud managed Monty's house with such complete efficiency that there was never a creak ...

... h' A Housing Problem i j u j I jrfp] V VHm %UjT/ THE SOLUTION OF AN INSOLUBLE DILEMMA \^j|W I'M in a frightful position, exclaimed Mrs. Duff-Chubleigh, sinking into an armchair and closing her eyes as though to shut out some distressing vision. Really What has happened said Mrs. Pallitson, preparing herself to hear some kitchen tragedy. c The more one tries to make one's house-parties t a ...

... Bra c !(e n BY KATHLEEN A. SIMMONS; TIRED? Just a little. One isn't any younger on one's silver-wedding day! Well, we're very near the top. Is it to be a rock or a brackeny bit? One of Donald's brackeny bits, please. Come along, then. Here we are. Sit down and i rest. That's better, isn't it? Much better. No one remembered us to-day. No, they were afraid. 1 Afraid Of hurting us. ...

... THOMASINA A Study. By ^Muriel Hine A COOL breeze filtered through the trees where the river wound between reedy banks, a curved, grey line, on which, like beads, shadows were strung, inky-black. The aspens quivered in the wind, and Thomasina drew her cloak closer under her pointed chin, holding it there with a slender hand. When I was a tiny child, she mused, I used to think that all those ...

... V J SIBTL I CHURCH Jj il J 1 I DESPISE a man who creeps shivering into love as if it were a cold bath. Nina Hartley's words splashed sharply on the silence like water poured from a window. Shows a certain modesty, said Herri lees. Or ignorance, I suggested. Or youth, said Prade, slowly, as though his reply mattered. Love being the one topic on which everyone has opinions, Nina's casual ...

... 4 J Tk A'f T By FRANK SAMUEL AND your Beatitude will, of course, impress upon the Captain in charge to see that the men take particular care of my luggage. And-- ah! yes-- I hope it is true that that fellow Papparigopoulo can cook. Mind, I repeat, I refuse to have things fried in mutton fat; they must use butter-- or, at least, oil. The Archbishop gravely made a gesture of assent. It was now ...

... MOLLYS MARRIAGE By ANNIE OLDMEADOW Edgar Bax had just dined. The maid had noise lessly placed at the right angle to his easy chair a smoking table. His yellow-shaded reading lamp, throwing into dimness the severity of his sombre old- fashioned chambers, gave a cheerful signal to the dusky square below; and through the open window came the soothing trot of hansoms, only broken at odd intervals ...

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... C j By LEONARD MERRICK Author of Whispers About Worn en When Love Flies Out Window etc.) TO WORLDLY READERS Any of otir readers who have written stories which they think would be suitable for our Worldly Series are invited to send in their Manuscripts which must be typewritten. A story by a7i unknown writer will receive just as much con sideration as though it had been written by one of the ...

... By SHELLAND BRADLEY It was the beginning of May, and I had just come down from a month in the hills. After the glorious freshness of the higher latitude among the snows, the heat in Sumhanaggar seemed unbearable. Nothing but a charming little note of welcome from Berengaria, with an invitation to tea at half-past four, which I had found awaiting me on my arrival the night before, would have ...