... Candles in the Wind. liv Maud Diver. \B lack-wood.) is, Miss Maud Diver tells us, the last volume of a trilogy of novels dealing with the life and work of the Indian frontier. It is a painstaking piece of work, in which any student of frontier affairs may recognise a score of incidents. Whether the courageous actions of a real person should be appropriated on behalf of a fictitious hero is ...

... . By C. WILLETT CUNNINGTON. CAREFUL search among the archives of medical literature reveals the remarkable fact that no patient has ever recovered from seven or more medical gentlemen in consultation. The explanation of this is unknown. Patients have survived the attentions of five or even six doctors, but never those of seven. T mo lit. VUL tlluub W 1. Ob V bll X ILlV-j there was a case, ...

... . Mr. Meek's story (George Meek, Bath-chair-man, by Himself: Constable) is devoted exclusively to himself. He tells us how he was raised in poverty near Eastbourne; of his early situations (and they were legion) in that town; he relates his experiences of London life, which deal chiefly with homes of refuge and charity organisations; he describes his abortive attempt at farm- labouring in ...

... By Frances Harrod. Duckwot th 6s. Italian peasant-life has provided novelists with many a charming; story. It is not because the life of men and women who work upon the land in Italy varies greatly from similar lives lived in lands more or less remote it is, rather, because Italy is a beautiful country, affording abundant material for word-pictures and familiar to the cultured or travelled ...

... 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 ...

... THE GOLDEN SCORPION, An Oriental Mystery. By SAX ROHMER. PART I.-- THE COWLED MAN. CHAPTER I. THE SHADOW OF A COWL. KEPPEL STUART, M.D., F.R.S., awoke with a start and dis covered himself to be bathed in cold perspiration. The moonlight shone in at his window, but did not touch the bed, therefore his wakening could not be due to this cause. He lay tor some time listening for any unfamiliar ...

... for an hour's talk with -with, shall we say, Miss Fair There is no talk without a flame, I murmured vaguely. Gordon never smokes when he is talking to me, said Phyllis, after a short silence. At his age, I said, boys often find it difficult to do both at. the same time. You are evasive, Mr. Moon. Let me put it this way. If you had the choice between never smoking again and never seeing, ...