... I . EQUAL RIGHTS FOPR ALL f A TALE OF Lff -E AN]) W A By JAMES SKI'PP D- 'i.J.L : i Anthor of 'To Avenne (or6i. Death, Rirh3 to Roin. - , Recalledl to Life, Th' Sha A ild Wooing and a W-'ir: . - S CYOP.3S OF PP.?VIUJT - ?? ho.pial on the Rhreiiar- -: : Rirer in Mid,-Febru:try. 1 1 A km just died oa ,-ararn. i beel ?? in a ?? pr e Par .- A .sone otherinmate, a ?? f- * also ill of iever: h!. ...

... | ' .i. ;: 'I ' \ G HT' GlRIMTIPAS-SION YRFO1.Ot Gh: IETH ROAMNC .F A, WOTTON TOWN. r .A ?? SINE ISBALOW,.. Author of The Fatal Looms of Sin;' The'pera- Hlouse: Mystery;, Whom] God, fatli Joined,C etc., etc.' . - Ch(EAPTER XXIX. ,-AS WE FOWliIVE THEM, No sooner dlid Robin hear his wife's welcome I news than he spiang the door and commenced t- drag down the barricades. Heavy though some of ...

... [COPY-RIonT.] THE SHADOW BETWEEN, OR THIE GIREY CASTLE MYSTERY. By ANNIE TIBBITS, Author of Fighting a Lie, The Meredyth Mystery, A Snaro for a Soul, Edgecombe of the Guards, The Betrayal of Beth Gwin, etc., etc. BEGAN APRIL 13. CHAPTER XIII. vTH SHIVERING MOAT. Every night, after dinner, Camilla made coffee in a room which they digrifiied by the name of drawing-rooin. It was ...

... MISCELLANEOUS READII NGS FROM CURRENT LITERATU RE, I - A_ A FOlIEDl INTE1t'VIEWE1R. ?? George Sand111, t3ie famous Fri, novelist, ,vas living at Nolsiat, near the cleS& of her life, she I wvas fairl! caugmht on her own grouids by a determined British joulrnaeiqt, of her own Hex, wlho opelled a I formidable note-book, and dumanded At ?? hour dlo you work. mnadamoe. '1 nevcr Nvork, replied ...

... Sitltri''1lrethrltt ni 1 inoflrlt to iill~w vonl my profoundii~ i-s1o~lt t' ol i iti t'lvt' politcl lilti'h'c0 hich v s pte i h i IIp r ?? t lotasi is I u f litd s ets, entiladinitnielon saji~t.cs ajlti i 'lut elftlgite it L'hMll Vs said 1 tc'b to tie (.t ?? 1a1lkiig tau tnd il k itail o. As Iii't' si t r'tiiirk'tl'' IIle Oesaintiileed. t`1 Ctr~ h i I a iv ii s t ite va t tst ox e a~ (tj ?? ...

... COUR-AGEOUS. Sometimes, said' he, I'm surprised at my own conrage. W Why, you never went to war, said his wife. 'There tire other risks than those of the battlefield. Every time I pick up a newspaper I find an article on 'the dangers to our political system,' 'dangers to public morals,' ' danger of eating,' ' dangers that lurk in the atmosphere,' and so on without end. I tell you it takes ...

... - - ?? --4 ?? . - Ecox'yiuon'r.] THE BEAMJTIJL .MRS. LEACH. BY WINIFRED GRAHAM, Author of A Stiange Solution, Tho Star Child, Meresia, When the Birds Begin to Sing, The Great House of Caastltun, etc., etc. BEGAN .JANUARtY 12. CHAPTFR XIX. TI GILDED STRtANG11E1. all The inspector of police had accepted Mr. John sp YIorrow's cordial invitation, on behalf ofhimself no and his men, ...

... (COPYRIGHT.) THE SHADOW BETWEEN , OR THE GREY CASTLE MYSTERY. BY ANNIE TIBBITS. Author of Fighting a Lie, The Meredyth Mystery, A Snare for a Soul,' Edgeeambe of the Guards, The Betrayal of ah Gwin, etc., etc. CHAPTER XVII. BENET. It seemed to Evelyn that she must have sat up for a long time that night, for the moon had dis- appeared and her room was quite dark when she roused herself ...

... II I I II I 1I I II I LLL 1 1 11 1 11111 COOPYRIGHT1I The Secret of the Garden ROom. l B~~y VYICTUOR POWE]R. A:uthor of The Mystery of AIanie, A Secret Bond, 1Tue Dark, Hol/ow, &ac., &c. SYNOPSIS OF CHAPTERS ALREADY PUBLISHED. 21AVI5RR 1. ANtl It-Rxliel c'arivll, tdie young daughter it Xlr. Aind Mlrs. Carlyon%, of Tregella Castle, Cornwaii, le. veirhe a letter whitait gcrllv distimtba ...

... FASflaONS-SOCIETY-HOME COUNSEL BEILE TO PHYLLIS. IVITH !tE,(,ARI 'iVLCLOT3llES. DFlaAnE5T PHYsaLLIS,-Aproil6S to the ?? resolutious fi r the New y wn a ' Wi~so AN5omau sho is, siays a French writer, w;o wiil nlot allow herself to succumb to the temptations of luxury, and wlho makes up her mind to dress econossically It may take more time und ?? to dress well at tL small cost, but whlat a ...

... CONrDUMTD BY Last year, we likened the New Year, which was Vflnmiteg to Ire, to a fro5l),celenn sheet of paper, 'vhich vwas ours to write * pon, it. what we .would. Now theat vear is the old year, that piece of paper is almost done wvithl, wo have written upon it nearly all that it will hlld In L few days the year will be gone for ever, the sheet will be ours no longer to write upon, or even ...

... It is a house in a, dingy Bloomsbury side street. Seen from without, a house like all the rest, except that its heavily-draped windows stare at you blankly, and that there is no sign of light or life about it. But the lack-lustre street-door swings open noiselessly almost before my finger is off the bell-push. The transition is startling. Soft. thick, white matting un- der foot. Soft, thick, ...