... . By Walter H. Holton. No picture of peaceful Broadland would be complete without a wherry. The graceful run of its lines and the huge high-peaked tan sail swinging well above the stocky, gaily painted mast, driving the squat, clean-cut bows with a hiss and a bubble along the shimmering reaches, make it one of the most picturesque craft in the world, while the brilliant splashes of colour ...

... 'TWAS THE DOG THAT BKOUGHT THE NEWS. Bv Finch Mason. THE hour being midnight, and the servants at Danby Hall having all gone to bed, the family dogs have the big kitchen entirely to themselves. The cook, who is as good-natured as she is plump, and fond of dumb animals as she calls them, has left behind her a good fire, which kind attention (it being Christmas time, and cold) is highly ...

... . Concluded from page 82,) A moment later the storekeeper was with me. On perceiving that it was he, I sank down by the fire with a groan as well simulated as the questioning shout. He seemed completely taken aback. I no sooner heard him speak than I knew I had for the present succeeded in dashing his suspicions. I madeliim drink a pannikin of tea with me, and we chatted confidentially about ...

... THE NUISANCE. IT was on the Rhine at quiet, work-a-day Mannheim. I had gone out one morning to try and beguile the wily pike, but everything had somehow gone wrong with me; I had started late, I had had a bother getting live bait; then when casting out I had got my line in a royal mess which took me a quarter of an hour to unravel. I had been at it from 8 till 2, but still not a fish would ...

... . IT must be nearly five-and-twenty years ago-- yes, quite, since I made my first bet on a horserace. It happened this wise. My aspiration in those days was to become a mummer, though my years numbered but twenty-- I am not urging youth as an excuse-for the-aspiration. At the present date, to judge from appearances, my claims to consideration as a first class mummy might fairly be recognised. ...

... THOSE SPUES. i. To tell the truth-- which is the ambition of all high-minded sportsmen-- I did not see the lace myself, only heard about it, and that was enough. The winner was not supposed to be on the course. Hence the sweet romance connected with his victory and the terrible language that commemorated its achievement. Neither his owner nor trainer was present to see him run, the firm being ...

... 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 ...

... OUE MUTUAL GHOST. A TRUE STORY. By Edith E. Cuttrell. WE owe him so much that now, when the time of year has come round again when we first saw him, we have determined to immortalise him. Never did perturbed spirit do two mortals such a good turn. We are quite agreed about that. It was the second of two drenching days that found us weather-bound at a small Swiss inn on one of the great ...

... THE AVHITE FACED MARE. By Finch Mason. IN the waning light of a September evening, about the middle of the last century, there might have been seen tra versing at a foot's pace the broad stretch of common land known to the natives of-- shire, far and wide, as Hang man's Heath, a stalwart, pleasant-looking gentleman of apparently that age when a man is supposed to be in his prime, mounted on ...

... . For never man had friend more enduring to the end, Truer mate in every turn of time and tide. Wuytb Melville. MAKE up the fire, John. Put the lamp behind me; give me a table for my tumbler, and hand me The Sporting and Dramatic. I placed my feet on the fender, lit another cigarette, and gazed into the glowing embers, a feeling of beatitude stealing languidly over me. What a capital day we ...

... AUSTRALIAN BUCK- JUMPERS. IT is now nearly thirty years since I first became acquainted with an Australian buck -jumping horse, and at the conclusion of our meeting I candidly confess that I did not consider him a desir able acquaintance. My appreciation of him and his class has not been heightened by a more intimate knowledge in after years. Indeed, his habits are so brusque that I ...