... AN ASCOT HOUSE PARTY. A GOLD CUP STORY. Who was she? I shrugged my shoulders at the languid question, asked with an indifference which the questioner, I knew, was far from feeling. My dear lady, said I, what does that signify We nil know who she's going to be, and that's quite enough. You mean with a questioning pause. That Earlscourt will marry her? Precisely. He's perfectly infatuated. ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... . BY C. COMPTON. Berth a Vandeleur, at Norton Abbey, Surrey, and Isabel Ashton, at 15, East Street, Marylebone, bad one thing in common-- the leading woman's part in Lucas Fletcher's new play, which was to be produced on the next Saturday at the Pall Mall Theatre. Three years ago Isabel Staunton had retired from the London stage when she married Marcus Ashton, a barrister who had neglected ...

... . BY THOMAS COBB. I thought p'r'aps the 'eels was worth setting up, Mr. Bunning. He continued to take nails from his mouth and hammer them into the boot at which he was working. It was fixed sole upwards on an iron foot before the shop- window. The sea do look fine this mornin', she said, still holding the shoes. Yes, he answered, taking one of them and looking critically at its sole, they ...

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