... BY ARCHIBALD SULLIVAN THERE is one thing I could never forgive, said the Poetess, adopting a dim attitude among the grey cushions, and the one thing is popularity. It would kill me, said the Poet with conviction, for it is the murderer of meter the assassin of style and I I would beat it with many rods. Hush, murmured the Poetess, I am dreaming of an opal flung by a mermaid into the ...

... Cffie V f. PROOFS the Pudding) BY C. MALCOLM HINCKS THE STORY OF A RAW RECRUIT THEY'LL call your name when the doctor's ready for you. Upsdale thanked the busy official politely, and stepped into the little cubicle in the Central Recruiting Office. A printed notice on the wall told him to take off all his clothes, and under neath was a caution to take his money and valuables I into the ...

... Journeys End* in 1 \Lovers Missing J BY ARTHUR ECKERSLEY FROM the corner seat in an empty first-class compartment of the boat train from Folkestone a bronzed man in khaki watched the passing land scape with tired, yet eager eyes. Richard Heron was 1 coming home for his first leave after nearly eleven months of active service. He had gone out as a sub- altern he was returning yi as a captain, ...

... The Invasion of England Problem A DARDANELLES OBJECT-LESSON. BY MAJOR G. W. REDWAY IT must be nearly thirty years ago that the present writer lighted on a little book called The Fighting of the Future, and thus became acquainted with its author, a young infantry officer who has since made his mark in the world, and is known to-day as General Sir Ian Hamilton. Sir Ian's literary proclivities ...

... fill NO. III.-- DE MORTUIS 4 By A NAVAL OFFICER C Note.- Each of these sketches is intended to show some side of Naval life which is missed, as a rule, by the outside author. IF you really imagined, said the Commodore, that by catching the seven-forty-one train from Bradford you would arrive at Portsmouth Town two hours later, I can only say that you must be mentally deficient, and ...

... not usually over-sensitive in these things, but there was a claw-like look about it. As a matter of fact, there is about most of these mummified hands, but I gather it was particularly noticeable in this case. Anyway, there was something about the hand that got on his nerves. He did not offer it for sale and that, I can assure you, is unlike Graatz. Instead, he put it at the back of an ...

... F> I THE COMMUNICATIVEl WOMAN BY MAUD CHURTON BRABY (Author of Modem Marriage and How to Bear It, Downward, etc.) 1============== A TELF PHONE s TRAGEDY t I IN a large and extraordinarily untidy room at the very top of a tall, narrow house in Berkeley Square, a large and extraordinarily untidy woman lay at work. Her position-- stretched flat on a many-cushioned divan-- justifies the verb, ...

... 95 BY V. H. FRIEDLAENDER THEY purposely missed the first piece. Aubrey explained to Nora at dinner the inadvisability of being in time for it. But wouldn't it be rather amusing, Nora urged, to see what sort of a playlet Eustace Pilter could write My dear Nora Aubrey raised delicately astonished eyebrows. Isn't it sufficient martyrdom to know the man Is it conceivable that he should write ...

... TIME, THE HUM01I3T Bv LEONARD MERRICK Author of The House of Lynch, Whispers About Women, etc.) HERBERT HARDING was one of the most dis tinguished dramatic critics in London, one of the most scholarly and acute. Yet no man is a prophet to his family, and at home H. H. was considered to be wasting his life at the game. Of course, the old people took the paper m which his first-night ...

... By OLIVER SANDYS AND ARMIGER BARCLAY MAYNARD silently preceded the doctor into the room which his dead wife had always favoured above others in the house. The soft roses and greens of creeping geraniums in the window-box were repeated in the colouring within. The morning sun made it bright and welcoming-- a sad commentary on the uncertainty of life, that struck the bereaved man acutely. She ...

... THE S v HOME COMING ^ST ARR^JOHN^ FROM the lift to the entrance of Captain Gerald's flat was only some twenty paces, yet it took some five minutes for the two men to cover the distance. Dick Gerald, the famous London surgeon, had his arm round his brother's shoulder. In quiet, per suasive tones he tried to soothe the latter's outbursts. It's all right, old man, it's all right, don't worry, I ...

... A NIGHT IN MARS t A Famtasie with a Mora! Scene A hill overlooking a beautiful city of red and gold, brilliantly illuminated. To and fro on lakes glide beautiful boats. Sounds Exquisite music, the murmur of glad voices. Descends very suddenly an aeroplane. Out steps Mortimer, a young man in usual airman's suit. Takes off cap and goggles, and sits down to contemplate the view below. BY Jove-- ...