... AN INGENUE. Kate, handsome aged twenty-eight; Mart, pretty aged eighteen. Scene Kate's sitting -room. Kate and Mary seated in low chairs by the fire in peignoirs. Time 1.30 a.m. Mary gazing dreamily at the fire). Yes, it was a charming dance, didn't you think so Kate smiling at the other indulgently). I found it rather tiring, but I 'm glad you liked it. Everything was couleur de rose to you, ...

... . Train at Main Line departure platform. Heads out of every window small croivd to see the heads go off. Engine, knowing it has to leave in ten minutes, is taking a good square meal nf finals. Young Lady on platform). Well, good-bye, 'Arryut. They kiss.) Remember me to all, won't you Harriet (in carriage). I won't forget. Waggishly Give my best love to your friend, Mr. Thing-me-bob, when you ...

... OFF EYDE. SCENE: The deck of the yacht Semiramis. HE (lolling on deck chair). I can't think what you see in that fellow Bourget; I never could read him. Siie without looking up). You should buy a translation. He. Thanks Intrigue at three francs fifty and a death in a convent. I learnt it all with my catechism. She. And I didn't but I 'm making up for lost time. IIe [rolling cigarette). In my ...

... . [A dinner was given tlie other day by Mr. Ilarold Frederic to Sir Alfred M liner, the list of guests including Sir Charles Diilce, Mr. A. Birrell, Mr. George Wyndliam, Mr. Frank Harris, Mr. H. W. Massingliam, Mr. Julian Ralph (New York Journal), Mr' Isaae N. Ford (New York Tribune), and Mr. Brandon Thomas. Vide the Daily Chronicle, Wednesday, March 24.] Scene A private room at the Savoy ...

... Hringing you the pulsating drama of one man who dared to tell the truth and of a woman who got left out because she couldn't be fitted into the story. by MAURICE WILTSHIRE ONE Christmas Eve, towards the end of December in the year 19--, my Uncle Alec, at whose country place we were staying to elude the festive season, called us children to him and bade us cluster about his knee with rapt ...

... BEBE. Scene A lumber-room in a large London house. Time A winter afternoon. Mrs. James Walton Captain Graham. She You said you didn't mind dust and cobwebs, so here they are. Don't you dare to sneeze! He. Shouldn't think of sneezing. She. Good boy! It was a brilliant idea of yours to think of that old fancy dress which I wore years ago at the Militia ball. He. Before you were married, Bebe. ...

... THE SKETCH COMEDIES. CHEZ LA MODISTE. BY EDWARD F. SPEXC13. Innermost sanctum-// of Madame Panne' s Atelier tie Modes, Holies, et Lingerie Artistique. Room plainly furnished, principal feature a huge triplicate mirror. In one corner an easel with canopy over it, in ■which is fitted an electric light near it is a small safe. Present, the Marjiuonkss of Fordingleridge, fair, somewhat over-fat, ...

... LA DANSE DE L'APACHE. (As first given at the Moulin Rouge, Paris, iqo8.) I. TURN up the lights and play the dancers in: How will they dance ?-- -011 tiptoe, poised and trim, Or swathed in gauze and subtle chastity She smiled across the box and asked of him. II. Man, woman here, wayward and plea sure-wan, Yielding an easy life to custom's claws Shrouding by downcast lid or phrase conceit Their ...

... . BY MRS. STEEL. Scene India. Her sitting-room ivith the late afternoon sun sending bars of light and shadow across the floor. A native servant awaiting orders at the open French window, which gives on a verandah set ivith sweet-scented English flowers. She. The drawing-room, did you say Show him in here. \_She rises from the writing-table, goes over to the fireplace, sweeps up the wood ashes, ...

... . T i -\t iv -Early Spring Scene I. The Man's chambers in Dawn Street Piccadilly. On a sofa in front of the f re The Man. idly turning over a heap of unopened letters. .It his elbow a girl, holding a tray. The Man (wearily). Well, what u it, Sallie Saei. IK. Your egg-flip, Sir. The Man. Was it five or ten minutes ago you brought me the beef-tea Sa i.i.ik (resolutely). The doctor said you were ...

... THE FLOWING BOWL Arnold wrote of amber grapes and Chian wine; Keats of that beaker full of the warm Soieth. We do not presume to poetry but we do think that if your flowing bowl is filled at Christmas with any one of these there is a fair chance that you will merry merry be BORDEAUX BOWL Ingredients: 1 bottle claret, 1 tablespoonful sugar, grated nutmeg, ½ sherry glass orange Curacao, and 1 ...

... . Hilly {in horrified whisper Mamma, Willie is an infidel Mamma An infidel Dilly Yes he don't believe there 'r, any Santa Claus. Puck. ...