... Salmon a jolly when he leads his wictorious 'oss back to the enclosure. Unless I'm very much mistaken, I raytlicr fancy they will. CHAPTER III. TIIE GllAXD NATIONAL. The clerk of the weather for once lias behaved like a gentle man. The month of March, having, in strict unison with the old saying, come in like a lion, is now going out like a lamb, and a more lovely day than that appointed ...

... . By Pelaoius. Author of An Jl.D.'s Tale,' &c, &o. WELL, Florence, when does your husband return? asked her chief friend, as she sank gracefully into the recesses of a low chair in Mrs. Ordsall's boudoir, and shook out her fan. He was to have come on Saturday, but an hour ago I received a telegram to say he should be here at five o' clock, his business being unexpectedly concluded. So he ...

... SPORTING DRAMATIC STORIES. THE MAD WOLF. By Newcomen A. Grove. DONE; I will take your bet, Tivadar. Very well. A hundred florins that she clears it without touching, Tivadar answered, in an excited tone. At this reply there was a chorus of ejans from the young Hungarian nobles who were sitting round the table in the great hall, finishing their cigarettes after the early dinner, which ...

... PARIAH AT AINTREE. AN IDYLL OF THE STABLE. I. Early Struggles. OF Sammy Horton's early history little can be written, because little is known. Certain essential facts, however, may be stated with confidence. His father was not able to place a silver spoon in his mouth-- being a coachman given to drink. His mother worked hard to feed the family circle (when not adding to its number), and took ...

... PLAYING FOE LOVE. CHAPTER I. Don't be a silly boy; you know you are talking nonsense. Nonsense! You are cruel; you know that you are all the world to me, and so you tantalise me. And you arc right. I know my love is hopeless, but that makes it no less lierce and true. You are unreasonable mad; go away and forget me. May Evans said this in a sadder tone, and she dropped her hand gently ...

... . I FOUND the keeper sitting by his cottage fire looking any thing but happy, for he had the appearance of having had a severe mauling. His head was bandaged, his forehead out, face bruised and scratched, and his left arm was carried in a sling. His wife's eyes were red and swollen as if she had been weeping, in fact she could hardly repress her sobs as I entered. On the hearth lay his fox ...

... RAISING the wind. (A Colonial Stoby.) As we drove along towards our shooting ground, in the crisp morning air, my friend Tom Provis-- who is home on leave from his bank-managership in one of our colonies-- amused me by relating the following incident. Though the yarn tells somewhat against himself, he seemed thoroughly to enjoy the remembrance. Among my many cronies 'out there, was one, Jack ...

... . SORRY to hear yon have a system, said a friend with whom I was dining at the Rag. Not a system-- a principle. Well, I'm sorry for it they say one need never despair oi a man till he gets hold of a system-- I beg your pardon principle. If I run out to Monte Carlo, it will only be to test the thing I'm no gambler. But think how many long-headed beggars have failed at the game Look ...

... THE PITFALLS 0# FICTION. A correspoxhent writes I wish you would ask Rapier to rend and explain the first two chapters of Disraeli's Sybil, which deal with the eve and the day of the Derby of 1857. In a vast and golden saloon that in its decorations would have become, and in its splendour would not have disgraced, Versailles in the days of the grand monarch were assembled many young ...

... THE taxi was going very slowly and the passenger was in a hurry. I say, he shouted, can't you go any faster? Course I can, came the retort but I ain't allowed to leave the taxi. Personally I never stay out late at night. Why, don't late hours agree with you No, old boy, it's not the late hours that bother me so much as the excitement when I get home. You play golf, then No. I learnt ...

... THE WT TOFT'S 1,AI)T)F'.R. A CHRISTMAS STORY. By Rev. M. G. Watkixs, 31. A. CHAPTER I. ilorre Momc-nto cita mors veuit aut victoria Iteta. Horace. TWILIGHT was falling rapidly in a gorge surrounded by dark teak forests in Upper Burmah. By the stream below were a few patches of sugar-cane and rice surrounded by a fringe of bamboos, from which the summits of one or two native huts stood out ...

... ROBERT EUDE, A STOUT OF ENGLISH LIFE IN THE MIDDLE AGES. By A. H. Wail. PART THREE CHAPTER XI. Sir! thou bost for men ought albums to pluck and pillage the is like the it sprouteth out the better for being often cropped. Flatterer in an Ancient Story. The man, it would seem had walked' as they say, humbly with God' humbly and valiantly with Goil; struggling to make the ...