... By Netta Syrett. (Lawrence and Btillen. 3s. 6d. Many people and some publishers seem to think that it is perfectly easy to write for children, with the result that every year terrible examples of futility and vulgarity appear, only to disappoint and disgust the unfortunate little ones to whom they are presented. It is really much easier to write for grown-up people, because what is wanted for ...

... The Woman in the Bazaar. By Alice Perrin. Cassell Though. Mrs. Perrin knows her India too thoroughly ever to be negligible among novelists of India, and though she is, besides, too clever in her art to be anything but readable, The Woman in the Bazaar is a story that wears thin by more tokens than one. It is weak in the construction, which obliges a divorced husband to wait for his second try ...

... * By LEN SHAW GOOD evening, Officer. Yes. I 'm the-- man who-- 'phoned five minutes ago. Sorry. Bit breathless. Been running Thank you. Glad to sit down. My knees rather shaky. Er excuse me, but haven't we met Somewhere Some thing familiar about your face No, no Never visited the west coast of Scotland before. Never set foot in Kirkudlicht. Oh Mm. Well Must be imagining things ...

... . By KEITH AYLING. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* GAMBLE? I should say 'e does! When the Colonel sits down to a game 'e means business, and not half. The speaker, a large man with a bowler hat which rivalled the dome of St. Paul's in contour, stuck his hands in the armholes of his waistcoat and eved the deck steward quizzically. The luxury liner was gracefully slipping its way homewards. And ...

... . By INEZ HOLDEN. Author of Born Old Died Young, Friend of (he Family, etc. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* FRIDAY to Monday; that was two days and three nights in actual time, but Sybil did not care how long it was in actual time, because she knew that the experience would seem interminable. The dinner-party had been going on for a long time, and the end was not yet in sight. Sybil looked at ...

... By KEM BENNETT.* ADRIAN BRITTLE, having achieved the age of thirty-two, fqund himself in the mood to marry. He was neither tall nor short, nor was he fat. When provoked, he could display more than competence, either physically or intellectually. He possessed an imaginative wardrobe in good taste and an equable disposition. In fact, Adrian was a catch, and his mother, his sister and his girl ...

... By LESLIE T. BAMNAMO THE stout man with the florid face relapsed into the park seat and mopped his forehead with a huge handkerchief. not, isn t it ne said to tne otner occupant ot the seat. Hot The young man gave a smile that had no mirth, that twisted his mouth, but left his sombre eyes unchanged. You call this hot I guess you've never been abroad any where near the Lukala Kula Islands Now ...

... The following curious and absolutely true experience must not in the telling of it convey the idea that I advocate attending séances, or that I desire to ram spiritualism down anyone's unwilling throat! Years ago, out of idle curiosity, I attended three seances. At the first one, being a newcomer, I was asked to search the room which excepting for chairs was quite bare of furniture. There were ...

... I am glad to have this opportunity of relating the following providential and naturally inexplicable experience of a double warning of what would have proved a double tragedy had the premonitory voices been neglected. I have recounted the story to a few of my friends, selecting only those whom I considered of a kindred spirit, fearing to be judged a romancer or one addicted to telling tall ...

... During the summer of 1924 I had before me a very attractive list of health and pleasure resorts in Scotland from among which I found it difficult indeed to make a decisive and final choice. The consequence of much weighing of pro's and con's of this and that town was that the holidays (August) arrived, and I was compelled to make a hurried decision, so plumped for a golfing spell at Nairn. ...

... A/T y husband and I had been married four years before our prospective hopes of a little child were realised. How happy we were as we tried to prepare ourselves for our new duties and planned his future. Life suddenly assumed a grander, more wonderful aspect. Sometimes I wondered, never morbidly, if I would survive his birth -of his life I never doubted was he not an answer to prayers The ...

... WHAT WAS IT A few years ago my husband and I found we did not get on, so decided to separate for awhile at any rate. It was hard to say why we did not get on, as we were both very fond of each other and were really very miserable apart. But I think the family made mischief between us, and he rather thought I had been indiscreet with a man he particularly disliked; hasty words passed, so I went ...