... Uhe Cardinal's Confession ini ij. Schofield IT occurred to the Cardinal that he was about to die. This was at four o'clock in the afternoon. The pain in his stomach had ceased to show vitality, and a ...

... The Devil's Profession. By Gertie de S. Wen tw or th- James. (John Long.) is. net. Because of Phcebe. By Kate Horn. (Stanley Paul.) 6s. To Sibell, a true friend, in memory o ...

... Uhe Admirals A Christmas Eve Tale L/ (J. Q). Senior GATHERED about the Yule Log it seems as natural to talk of ghosts as for gloomy- deans to talk cosily in pulpits about the abomination of desolati ...

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... I Ill IMI I I IHII l l Ml I Will Ml I Ml Ml IMI 1 I THE ACTRESS NUN I B A Graphic Short Story n by C. G. L. DU CANN I IN the south-west corner of the old convent garden, little demure-faced Sister Eun ...

... f_ 1 I THE COMMOTION- IN THeT' J k_. 1) L AM I LY J|L. Written by V LEOTSIAR.D (K) X^MERRICK CHAPTER X If any of the Sydenham young ladies-- or, for that matter, if any young lady in any other highly ...

... . 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 ...

... THE PITFALLS 0# FICTION. A correspoxhent writes I wish you would ask Rapier to rend and explain the first two chapters of Disraeli's Sybil, which deal with the eve and the day of the Derby of 1857. In a vast and golden saloon that in its decorations would have become, and in its splendour would not have disgraced, Versailles in the days of the grand monarch were assembled many young ...

... THE taxi was going very slowly and the passenger was in a hurry. I say, he shouted, can't you go any faster? Course I can, came the retort but I ain't allowed to leave the taxi. Personally I never stay out late at night. Why, don't late hours agree with you No, old boy, it's not the late hours that bother me so much as the excitement when I get home. You play golf, then No. I learnt ...

... . By Walter H. Holton. No picture of peaceful Broadland would be complete without a wherry. The graceful run of its lines and the huge high-peaked tan sail swinging well above the stocky, gaily painted mast, driving the squat, clean-cut bows with a hiss and a bubble along the shimmering reaches, make it one of the most picturesque craft in the world, while the brilliant splashes of colour ...

... The following story is true and can be vouched for by many friends of mine to whom I related it shortly after its occurrence about twenty-five years ago. I was an officer in the Mercantile Marine up to the time of the Boer War, when I left the sea and served for a time in the war; after which I decided to return to sea again. Previous to the war I had always sailed out of London, so thought I ...

... THE HAUNTED BUNGALOW A COMPLETE STORY. By George Thursby. It was somewhere up the river. With more particularity I must not locate it. I heard of it casually in the City and slunk off on a borrowed motor to see it the following Saturday afternoon while Millicent was out shopping. We had always liked the idea of a bungalow, and from the day that the two young women beneath us began to learn the ...