... r ,t . BY L0UiS beckj!. MAUKI HICKSON and I were coming across from the big native town at Mulinu'u Point to Apia one afternoon when we met a dainty little white woman garmented in spotless white. Hickson, touching his hat, walked on across the narrow bridge that crosses the creek by the French Mission, and waited for me on the other side. jr*' This tiny lady m white was a lovable little ...

... . By Rye Owen. A now sin ith 6s.) There is revolution in the Stock Company of Ideas. At the will of their patrons, the gallery fiction-writers and their higher-caste colleagues of the pit and the stalls, the faultless hero and heroine and the utterly black villain have appeared so frequently that not even new and strange trappings can hide the crow's-feet under the eye and the wrinkles on ...

... . BY HAROLD WHITE. ''WHAT I complain of in life at the present day is not its want of ordinary comfort, I remarked as I looked round Dane's luxuriously appointed bachelor chambers in Piccadilly, ''but that lack of stirring and unexpected incident which makes it so humdrum. thank goodness it is humdrum! retorted Dane, who has nothing to grumble at at all events, he never grumbles. Go to ...

... . By LOUISE HEILGERS. WELL, it doesn't look haunted, said Carden. It certainly doesn't, agreed Marriot. He turned sharply upon the agent. What's your real opinion of the matter? he asked. The agent looked unhappy. He possessed a Nonconformist conscience, which at times he found hard to reconcile with his profession. i wasn t living in inornctyke at the time it Happened, Sir, he answered ...

... . By HERBERT SHAW. BRANGWYN stayed late at the office, as he had stayed many times in the last seventeen years; but this time he stayed on no business of the Muir Watson Syndicate, but on a purely private matter. No foot but that of the watchman of the third floor troubled the long stone corridors, and the windows that looked out upon the yard that was the bottom of a giant well saw nothing ...

... BY LEONARD K. UNWIN. CYNTHIA looked up with a smile of welcome as I came in. Good afternoon, I said. I 've called about the little ac count. She waved an incomparably moulded arm in the direction of a chair on the other side of the tea- table near the fire. Do sit down, Mr. Ponsonby, and have some tea, and try not to be silly, she urged. I will sit down and I will have some tea, I said ...

... . The Fraud. By Mrs: Coulson Kernahan. (Hodder and Stoughloh.) An English Girl. By Ford Madox Huejffer. Methuen Major Vigoureux. By Q. Methuen. THERE is an obvious advantage in the Philistine method in fiction. The mental effort required for reading (for instance) Mr. Henry James not uncommonly proves something the reverse of pleasurable to the reader out on the trail of mild diver sion. He ...

... . By H. Rider Haggard [lIoddeT and S/oughtoii.) Mr. Rider Haggard contrives, in , to steer very cleverly between the Scylla and Charybdis of too many historical novelists. On one hand, sticking too closely to facts robs a romance of actuality, making it a thing of dry bones and parchment; on the other, too loose a fancy may end in it becoming no more than a masquerade, a fancy-dress ball ...

... CITY NOTES. OUR STROLLER IN THROGMORTON STREET. ITS engine purring like a pussy, quoted Our Stroller, as the Rolls- Royce came softly down Throgmorton Street. After all, there 's something about a Rolls, commented a broker, looking critical!}' after the car. I must say I like some of the other makes; but a Rolls-Royce and he paused eloquentlj'. It 's much the same with other things, ...

... LADY SUSAN AND LIFE. VI.-- FEMININE INFLUENCE. [By M. STORM JAMESON. LADY SUSAN regarded her husband triumphantly. James, she said, I 've saved Jane. Her husband looked at her doubtfully. You 've what he asked. Saved her, Lady Susan repeated gently. From herself. You know, dear James, I 've always felt that this modern pose of in dependence is overdone. Girls nowadays are positively ...

... . By Pi ggy Whaling. Met hit en is the narrative of a career. In the opening chapter, Felix is the first violin of an orchestra engaged for a dance in a Canadian farmhouse. It was not a large orchestra, for it consisted of Wiggins, who played the piano, and one fiddler. Professor Wiggins said that he made a great point of keeping it select. The first violin was a tall, slight, wiry youth. ...

... . By LAURENCE NORTH. Author of Syrinx, Propriety, etc STOP, stop! cried the Conductor. That will never do at all! Now begin again. He rattled his baton on the top of the piano. The four musicians bent to their task grimly. They were in deadly earnest. This time they got safely over the hard place. Burbage beamed as he waved his inspired baton. There was good stuff and real taste and ...