... By Francesco Berger My memory holds many storehouses filled with recollections, sweet and bitter. These store houses are all labelled. There is one labelled Father and Mother, another Munich, another London, another Trieste, another Leipzig, and yet another Charles Dickens. here is a key to unlock each, but the keys are much rusted-- rusted by many of my tears. But there is one key ...

... I OUR TEN-GUINEA SHORT STORY. The Editor begs to announce that having already accepted for publication a great multitude of stories he will be unable to consider any more for IS this Dase for some time to come IS I =_ euthanasia. 1 Pomeroy Dent when he was up at Oxford came under certain influences, which taking into consideration his particular type of brain he had been better without. M As a ...

... . This is The Sphere Ten-guinea Short Story for the week ending March 1 6. The Editor begs to announce that having already accepted j| k for publication a great multitude of stories he will be unable to consider any more for this page for some time to come K H ft They possessed an old grandfather clock painted all over with roses and green leaves and forget me-nots. It dated back 150 years, ...

... f LA FEMME DE SEINE. I She looked slowly round the little studio. Life's grim, She said. life's so horribly grim. A thing with a hard mouth and grasping hands, It smiles --yes it smiles like a skull. ji Outside the window a great spring wind was /v raging and the weakness of sunshine grew almost ;s pitiful. Vast agitated clouds of black and grey ft bowled like children's hoops across ...

... I . i 1 The Editor begs to announce that having already received for consideration so great a multitude of stones he will be unable to accept any more ft for this page for some time to come. When all the accepted stories have appeared in The Sphere the competition will be again opened What I want is originality, humour, verve. Thus the editor, giving me back my manu script with a polite ...

... I I GROWING POPULARITY. w 1 I 1 A SHORT STORY I bY W. PETT RIDGE Si My price is thirty bob, and you can jolly well take it or leave it. Mr. Mellor declares he had never before met with any woman so brusque and curt in manner. if 1 he drawback about you is that you ask too much. f| The blot on your character, old son, re ft torted the extremely vulgar person, is that you ft offer too ...

... f . j She was quite the most dainty, pretty, altogether charming American girl of her season in our great metropolis, and that is saying a very great deal. Of average height, perfectly built, hands and feet exquisitely moulded and equally well gloved and shod; a nose which was certainly neither classic nor pronounced but wholly adorable; a mouth which was evidently made for two purposes ...

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... I I THE DOLL. K W I i I A Short Story. 0 I 8 1 By FIELDING OULD 1 The Devil is a master of disguise, and indeed never appears quite the same to any two people. He trotted into the sacred cell of Paphnu tius in the shaggy coat of a jackal and broke the thread of St. Dominic's meditations by chirrup ing like a sparrow. His schemes for the seduc tion of St. Anthony, though unsuccessful in that ...

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... HI miK- -nm illlL ^IITI nut him Iiur TI1II I j A Day with the Wild Stag. r I By ARTHUR 0. FISHER I In the bleared memories of many seasons there are certain days that stand out clear cut above the mist of time, and one of those which is miraged in my memory is the day on which I accompanied my young friend, Bobbie, on his first day with the stag hounds. Knowing much of the wildness of the ...