... THE NEW BOUNDARY EIDER. A STORY OF AUSTRALIAN BUSH LIFE. By Mary Gaunt. IX. MARRIED. AND the next morning she set off for Acacia Greek. She wished she was not going, she wished she had not promised to go; but, having promised, she did not quite see how she was to get out of it. No reasonable excuse presented itself. She could not say to Tom she wanted to stay at home because Adrian Grant had ...

... . BY MALCOLM C. SALAMAN. It was old General Brewster's time-honoured habit to empty his pockets of small change, and deposit this, together with his sovereign-purse, upon the chest of drawers next his bed, and when he did this for the last time, and died a day or two afterwards, his disconsolate widow decided that the money should be held sacred and remain for ever where the deceased had ...

... THE PEACTICAL TEST. BY GRANT ALLEN. THEY sat idly on the deck of an Atlantic liner. The moon was rising. It was evening in. June, and they were nearing the Banks. Even there in mid-ocean the setting summer sun had so warmed the air that they could lounge at their ease in long wicker deck-chairs, and discuss a knotty point in the moral philosophy of the domestic relations. For my part, ...

... BY ARTHUR APPLTN. Ancl the last hour is shod with fire from hell; This is the end of every mail's desire. He opened his eyes. Everything looked much as he had imagined and hoped it would look. On the wall opposite, in a black frame, hung the picture of a snowstorm from the Illustrated London News of half-a-dozen years ago; by his bedside stood the table, with a tumbler of water and a bowl of ...

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... THE SORDID TRAGEDY OE HELEN BARTON. BY FREDERICK WEDMORE. There is a difference, subtle, distinct, yet, perhaps, inexplicable-- the face of Helen Barton a year ago, is not her face to-day. Ilers was a background figure in that lialf-farcical sketch of Justice Wilkinsliaw's Attentions in my book of English Episodes. I pleased myself by picturing, behind the vulgarity and trickiness of one ...

... . BY LEAH ANSON. Poor Petrarch!-- Petrarch why had they so odiously named, or rather, misnamed him? he asked himself a hundred times on his way to and from the dingy City day by day. Petrarch! It was absurd. And Petrarch Robinson; Oh, impossible! No wonder she smiled, but here he generally smiled too; like and unlike, he also had his Laura. Her name was Lorna; but thinking of her, dreaming of ...

... BY FRANCES M. BROOKFIELD. What, you are in the drawing-room already, and it's not nine o'clock! I thought you dined at 8.15? So we do, hut we finished long ago. Dinner between married people isn't a long affair. It's only lovers who linger. James will be sorry to miss you. He's just gone out-- to his club. I 'm rather glad he 's gone. I 'm very early, I know. But forgive me, for I want you ...

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... THE FEANKNESS OF GAETHOENE. BY W. PETT RIDGE. There is nothing quite so pleasant as the first evening in town after a sufficient absence. Mr. Bertram Lane, home from climbing Himalayas, from living for months with travelling natives, and extracting from them with great difficulty one or two of their secrets from, in short, an adventurous time that would certainly have to be written about in a ...

... . BY GRANT ALLEN. AH, he was a mean-spirited beggar, that fellow Sibthorpe! As mean-spirited a beggar as ever I come across. Yes, that 's who I mean; that 's him; the fellow as was murdered. I s'pose you 'd call it murdered, now I come to think of it. But, Lord, he was such a mean spirited chap, he wouldn't be enough to 'ang a dog for! Charitable, eh A distinguished philanthropist Well, I ...