... and during the course of the evening all manner of little acts of stinginess were described. Then the silent man began to speak. I once knew a woman, he said, who had a cat. She went out shopping one morning, and ordered a few cheap grooeries, together ...

... cannot blame me for that. Besides, I am only his half-brother. Moreover, he is quite dead—my half-brother, once removed, so to speak. As a yoking man you were at Oxford? further questioned the Chief. I admit it. replied the prisoner. I received a Dark ...

... eyes. Marjorie, he said, in soothing tones, I am a. man—no saint. I speak as a man, for a man may be tempted and yield to temptation. There is that in my heart which bids me speak the truth at such a time—even though it cause you pain. There is love ...

... not failed for want of trying, brought a really fine ingenuity to his work. i t Was his fate to see ether men without any to speak of receiving, promotion while he only i ltitered the cold eye of i•eproof. He was misun-4 • Yes, luck was against him, and ...

... realistic corned to picture the deadly scene before, morning he became quieter. ;The doctor came and looked very gray Yon can speak frankly, she said; Il e .„ everything. You see, lam very brave. I am afraid he will not live through the Thank Heaven ...

... IDLE THOUGHTS There is only one thing which, properly speaking, always has its face value, and that is a kiss. Do not confine yourself to your own learning, for they were born in another time. It is as difficult to effect suitable matrimonial matches ...

... doubted if they would make as beautiful a display as the fireworks he had witnessed at the Crystal Palace! Before I could speak again a gong sounded, and I was ushered out by the interpreter, who inquired whether I would prefer coffee or whisky before ...

... MRS. BROWN SPEAKS HER MIND You mean young 'umbug, I ses. Shorely, if you take a lady out you can stand 'er a drink. If you think I'm a-goin' to drink out of a bottle you're very much mistaken. Gho , ts or no ghosts, I'm not a-goin' to carry no bottle ...

... hand would wither if I gave it to my love become as venom: I ventured to protest, but she motioned met'° silence. Do not speak. I cannot bear it. I shall pray to the Sphinx for peace—forgetfu li n, a place where I may hide myself apart and die. the a ...

... regularly engaged in my profession as a !ady detective. How did you discover my secret? I asked, when I had an opportunity of speaking to my present editor alone. Who told you? Well you told me yourself partly, my friend replied. When I made the remark ...

... Have I offended you, Judith? I beg your pardon. I meant my offer in all friendliness, he said slowly. Do you wonder that I speak now—l, who have been silent all these weeks? It is because of your . cousin's visit yesterday and your wofds to me today. ...

... timi'Good-bye, she said, holding out her hand 37. h face was very pale and her eyes troubled, it her pr kept her up. Re wanted to speak, to say something, but se atied a scene. 110 :Good-bye. Judith. Shall I see you again he a.sked awkwardly. 1., She nodded ...