... I =j By E. M. JAMESON ji EVERYTHING you want? asked Balencourt, unfolding his newspaper, preparatory to plunging into the realm of politics. Thank you, everything, replied his wife, glancing at the heap of magazines and journals with which he had surrounded her. Her voice touched upon the third word with a wholly unconscious plaintiveness, which made Balencourt glance at her for a moment. ...

... By E. F. BENSON Author of Dodo, Sheaves, The Climber, etc. SUMMER, real summer, had lingered late that year, and for the whole of the first fortnight in October it had been possible (probable, indeed, as Jim very fatuously said) to sit out of doors in the shade actually complaining of the heat, and find that one's complaints were entirely justifiable when the weather report came out next ...

... r T he Majors To A Yarn of the Trenches Bij.lets, th, 191 My Dear Bystander, LET me tell you some thing. I must tell someone, and all my friends buy you. Any how, they read you. D'you see, it happened in trenches. The torp was the reason for it. Torp is the term'of endearment given to an aerial torp (excision by Censor.) [I've put that in myself. Yes, I know you know but if you want to print ...

... A ROYAL HOUSE By HERBERT JAMIESON AGNES, Queen of Patonia, passed George, King of Patonia, his third cup of coffee. You're making a good breakfast, dear! she said. The King looked at his plate, empty save for a small piece of bacon-rind. Excellent, darling It's very nice that the mail and the newspapers don't arrive here until after break fast. One has time to do justice to one's food. By ...

... Osfroao/sk Xv BY JOHN N. RAPHAEL An Immoral Story of Journalistic Enterprise IT was five o'clock when Ralph Oliver's cigar went out. He fumbled carefully through all his pockets, failed to find a match, threw the cigar-stub over the hand-rail of the bridge into the mill stream, and swore gently but fervently for several seconds. Dusk was curling in slowly over the edges of the landscape, and ...

... ALONZO I AND THE U INEVITABLE BY I EVERARD CHEYNEY I IT was entirely obvious to everybody who knew Alonzo McTavish that he would eventually end up as a guest in one of His Majesty's prisons. I do not suggest that this know ledge made Alonzo any less popular with any of his rather peculiar friends. It was not so much carelessness as an innate lack of caution which contributed to his downfall, ...

... F k BY CHARLES McEVOY ft HAPPY! ex claimed Mrs. Broomster. I feel as if I have been married sixty years, instead of a month. I tell you plainly, mother, that I cannot face the future. Charlotte was a woman with whom the appellation Mrs. failed. It was not that she was particularly young, but she was essentially Charlotte, and not even Charlotte Broomster. But my dear child, implored her ...

... 'C'oimelSpouf 3y John N.Raphael THE old man's appearance was pathetically inter esting. He was tall, thin, sallow-faced with sunken cheeks, and he wore a spiky moustache and little chin tuft of Napoleonic cut. When he took off his rusty M flat-brimmed top-hat and put it on the rack the grey hair under it stood straight over his head, I framing it in that peculiarly French fashion known as en ...

... r vN. y/ BY VIVIAN CARTER A' AH, Frederick! said Wilhelm the Wicked to the Court Chamberlain, who had come to give him the morning's domestic news budget, what bad news do you bring this morning? The worst first, please, as usual. Certainly, sire. The worst this morning isn't so very bad merely that the city of Spitzfeld is starving, and no supplies can be brought up in time to prevent a ...

... f The UanishingS V Coin J BY JAMES BLYTH EARLY last sum- mer three men were taking their après déjeuner coffee at a round-topped table in the courtyard of one of the principal hotels of a Base in Northern France. The little party con sisted of Lieut.-Colonel Chinnery, the Base Commandant, a heavy-featured man with an impressive solemnity of manner, his j Staff-Captain, George Walters, a ...

... Dad, I've found a pocket knife. Don't you know to whom it be longs? Voc? Knt ho rlirln't nntirn 'i mr. thing. Magistrate: Why did you strike your husband with the table leg? Accused Because I couldn't lift the table, your worship. What keeps the moon from fall ing? It must be beams. Fashinn evnerfs sav men are tn have broadet shoulders this season. And they'll need them 1 Whatever has ...

... By JOHN ADAIR Did you ever hear tell, said my American acquaintance, of the Patent Angels' Wings Syndicate, of Catapult, Ohio? Something out of the common run of American swindles I asked. Wal, he replied, I guess it was out of the common, though as to its bein' a swindle, I'll leave you to judge. It was one of the 'cutest ideas I ever heard of. When Santos-Dumont was boomin' aerial ...