... yachting and shooting trip to A ALBANIA By Bagatelle (A. G. Bagot.) II. I left us at nine o'clock just embarked, and settling down in what was about to become our home for eight months. Of course there were a hundred things to see to in the way of sea stock, meat, vegetables, &c., &c., and the stewards were pretty busy what with catering and unpacking our various boxes. By dinner time, ...

... . Talk about the tricks of chance, said the man on the box seat of the drag, I've never come across any of them to beat one she played a fellow when I was at college. There was a set of us who used to be seen a good deal at a certain house that shall be nameless because it hadn't a first- class reputation, but if it hadn't a first-class reputation it had what we thought something a great ...

... THE NEW BOUNDARY PJDER. A STORY OF AUSTRALIAN BUSH LIFE. Br Mary Gaunt. IV. ADRIAN GRANT. IT was late in the afternoon before her messenger returned. If you please-- he was just twelve, but was firmly convinced that the prosperity of the station mainly depended on him-- if you please. he'll be over immediate. Oh, is that all? That's all. Was Mr. Grant at the hut Did you give him the note ...

... . 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 ...