... . 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... . By Pelaoius. Author of An Jl.D.'s Tale,' &c, &o. WELL, Florence, when does your husband return? asked her chief friend, as she sank gracefully into the recesses of a low chair in Mrs. Ordsall's boudoir, and shook out her fan. He was to have come on Saturday, but an hour ago I received a telegram to say he should be here at five o' clock, his business being unexpectedly concluded. So he ...

... SPORTING DRAMATIC STORIES. THE MAD WOLF. By Newcomen A. Grove. DONE; I will take your bet, Tivadar. Very well. A hundred florins that she clears it without touching, Tivadar answered, in an excited tone. At this reply there was a chorus of ejans from the young Hungarian nobles who were sitting round the table in the great hall, finishing their cigarettes after the early dinner, which ...

... THE WT TOFT'S 1,AI)T)F'.R. A CHRISTMAS STORY. By Rev. M. G. Watkixs, 31. A. CHAPTER I. ilorre Momc-nto cita mors veuit aut victoria Iteta. Horace. TWILIGHT was falling rapidly in a gorge surrounded by dark teak forests in Upper Burmah. By the stream below were a few patches of sugar-cane and rice surrounded by a fringe of bamboos, from which the summits of one or two native huts stood out ...

... WHY CAl'TAIN RAWPON DID NUT CO TO THE WAR. By Feedeeick Boyle. Author of Camp A'oles,' Chronicles of Nomansland, Legends of My Bungalow c. YOU know, Clem, that my appointment is gazetted. If I could help you in any way I would give you my last hour, but there is no room for any body's interference, least of all mine. We may have our opinion of Darner, but a lady Bees him from a different ...

... BY MKS. POWER O'DONOGHUE, Author of 11 Ladies on Horseback dec. CHAPTER XL. THE two hours which she had craved had just elapsed, when Caroline drove hastily to the door of her own dwelling. A hur ried question to the page who answered her knock, and she crossed to the library, where George was pacing slowly up and down. The calm, satisfied expression upon her pleased face contrasted with his, ...

... . BY H. IIOWARD. I WAS sitting, the disconsolate victim of atmospheric in fluence, at the window of the Turf Club one dreary afternoon in the beginning of May, watching the sleet showers chasing the dust storms, and wondering if the wind would ever leave the east, and make life worth living again, when the room seemed suddenly to light up as it were with a gleam of sun shine, and I became ...

... 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, ...

... '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 ...

... . 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. ...