... TOHN CARROLL'S CROPPER. By G. Manville Fenn. How dare you, sir! Because I love you with all my heart. Indeed, indeed I do, Miss Lane-- Isabel. What have I done that you should be so cold? Since we met two years ago, I have never-- Will you loose my hand, sir? I cannot, Isabel dear Isabel. Oh, this is unbearable it is an insult. For the moment, as the pretty little pink and white hand I ...

... . BY MRS. POWER O'DONOGHUE, Author of Ladies on Horseback dsc. (Commenced January 29th. No. 368.) CHAPTER XXII. THE letter to George was written, approved of, and de spatched. Ivy did not make her appearance again that day. She remained in her own chamber, nursing her bitter reflections, and giving free vent to her grief. Her aunt came to her, late in the evening; for Ivy's tea went down ...

... . By Ralph Wotherspoon. WE were sitting in the club-house after a hard day's golf, fighting our battles over and over again when Johnson said: Talking of golf-balls, chaps, do any of you remember that advertisement the Whizz-Bang people brought out about their Hearty Hopper One or two said yes the rest of us having for gotten it, Johnson proceeded to recall it. The gist of it was this, he ...

... PIKE FISIIING AT TAPLOW, AND WHAT CAME OF IT. A NEW YEAR'S STORY. THAT vile fishing! said Mr. Poston, striding up and down his study, and shaking his watch and seals, which was his custom when angry. How cordially I hate it! It takes you off work, fills your mind with nonsense, causes you to waste time, and sends you home with your basket as empty as your head. Unfortunately I did catch ...

... IT was through going out cub-hunting that I came to back-- Well, we must not give the right name, but we'll call him Glaucus. This is the story of it. One bright morning in September we drew Plumtree wood there were several cubs about, and two or three had their earthly career cut short. I was riding a young horse, in fact had only just bought him against the coming season. Whilst waiting I ...

... AGRICULTURAL SHOWS. (by OUR SPECIAIi correspondents.) I. TUNBRIDGE AA'ELLS AND SOUTH EASTERN COUNTIES. WE congratulate the above Society on having given to the public as good a show of poultry, sheep, beasts, and horses as any one could wish to see. What struck us most, in fact, was the very few exhibits in any class that could be called common. The arrangements were perfect; no time was lost ...

... . By Filch Mason. I. IN former days-- and not so very long ago either-- if a stranger made a descent into a county the good folks therein had a habit of wanting to know who he was, what he was, and all about him-- who were his father and mother, and so on-- before they admitted him into their circle. It was absolutely necessary, too, for him to possess, or have possessed, a grand father. Now ...

... . THE cry is still they come. The increase in the number of our suburban theatres goes on briskly, and almost every month one sees an addition to the list. Some of the West-end managers must look upon this rapid rate of progression with alarm; but we know full well that the greatest of them all-- Sir Henry Irving, whose health has recently caused a widespread anxiety --not only maintains his ...

... ^^Tthe'ghostTa true story. PLAYING Mbs Kdith b. Cdthell. uy MBS. EDITH E. Cuthell. „My Djuii abbetasch u and ]ook mc up if you ''W^^bo'gan Fair is just the place to pick ■re after hor5f ,h a ion miles from here. I shall be de cern up. and „!ln_a whiff of old times in this most Ihted to see y°u aSa£he season is bad, and horses are going Yours at ever, Borris nld school chum, in answer to my ...

... . BY Finch MASON. SOME fifty years ago there dwelt in the sporting county of Tip- plecidershire, a worthy baronet, by name Sir Benjamin Bluster, and a very fine specimen of what some folk are fond of calling the good old school-- now quite extinct, or nearly so, thank goodness!-- he was. By which I mean that he rode harder and drank deeper than his neighbours, and could give the whole of the ...

... A HEAD BEATING.41 By Byron Webber. CHAPTER I. How provoking! And that party at the Mills's on Wed nesday. Now, are you deceiving me, Tom? Mr. Bevan, --the office has nothing to do with this sudden departure? r\ot an atom. What can it be, then My dear Gerty, endeavour to be reasonable for this once. You ought to know that if I were not rigidly pledged to secrecy you would be the very first ...

... Salmon a jolly when he leads his wictorious 'oss back to the enclosure. Unless I'm very much mistaken, I raytlicr fancy they will. CHAPTER III. TIIE GllAXD NATIONAL. The clerk of the weather for once lias behaved like a gentle man. The month of March, having, in strict unison with the old saying, come in like a lion, is now going out like a lamb, and a more lovely day than that appointed ...