... UNDER THE CHERRY TREE. IV. The Consequence of Lent In which Mr. Wantage Pursues his Advantage with Alys FETEB TBAEEE The adventures of Mr. Wantage, which Mr. Peter Traill is describing in the present series of articles, are here continued. Our readers will remember that, in last week's issue, Mr. Wantage had reached the point where he had induced Alys to propose to him. He is now following tip ...

... CT in QtQRV °f OlilLi) v./ Part V. CHAPTER SEVEN When He was Seven I In the course of his reading Mr. Kwistofer found this:- Physiologists tell us that a child does not emerge from the immaturity of infancy till seven years have passed. He frowned and showed it to Belinda, who said, So the Chic Chic has one year more of the immaturity of infancy. He will not be eight till next December-- the ...

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... . (V) THE CHARIOT THAT DRAVE HEAVIEST or. How the Children of Israel Escaped from the Egyptians by the Opening of the Red Sea By C. J. CUTCLIFFE-HYNE (Creator of Captain Kettle This new series by Mr. Cutc/iffe-Hyne beuan in the issue of n„a„st xth. with The Descent of Abbs. Subsequent articles have been lob of the Land of Uss, Joseph's Corner in Corn, and The Labour Battalions of Pharaoh ...

... . By Cora Carrol Betty St. John-Hamilton was sitting in her own particular room, that was half library and half boudoir. At one end, from the big open fireplace with its brass dogs and red morocco leather fender seat to the corner, the wall was covered with the shelves of a very charming little library. Betty loved books, and when her father died a year after she was married, a great part of a ...

... THE SINGING LESSON. A Story. By KATHERINE MANSFIELD Author of Bliss, etc. uu With despair-- cold, sharp despair-- buried deep in her heart like a wicked knife, Miss Meadows, in cap and gown and carrying a little baton, trod the cold corridors that led to the music hall. Girls of all ages, rosy from the air, and bubbling over with that gleeful excitement that comes from running to school on a ...

... LITTLE LIFE STORIES. By Sir H. H. Johnston. (V.) Old Arthur It you know anything of Shropshire-- the southern part of it-- you know Callers Castle, the Duke of Dumbarton's seat. Its name is pronounced with an œ sound to the first vowel, and has nothing to do with the verb to call. I believe there is a Shropshire dialect word, to cal, but forget what it means. Old Arthur, as he came to be ...

... I SIX PENN'ORTH OF LUCK. -jlT 1' f A New Short Story. By GRAHAM SUTTON Author of Fish and Actors, etc.) Believe in luck? said old John Whyte with a sigh. Why wouldn't I? In Clancy's bar, by the Lifley-side, you can meet all theatrical Ireland if you drink long enough, and nearly all the third-rate English turns into the bargain. In half an hour they would be drop ping in from the Royal ...

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... I I I- i-Mtlk. -MUI. Ml I II Mil f-- JJ1 To-morrow morning about eight of the clock I shall be a dead man. It is too late to try for a reprieve and I have never tried for one. Eight o'clock to-morrow will suit me very well. It is better ended. What I mean is that to-night I am telling the truth. Yo can believe me. On the night before Derby Day I started out W to walk from London to Epsom. I ...

... . I E Why, yes, said Dan as we drove along the broad road which runs between lake and mountain down to Derryhill, it does look beautiful surely. Every house as clear upon it as the stars in the sky on a frosty night and the roads criss-crossing like the lines on the palm of your hand. You'd never believe, so plain and close it seems, that it's a matter of five miles from here to the foot of ...

... 1 THE PILGRIMAGE OF PIERROT. k 4 1 ^-y'/T'r/'/y/ \AXXvNW.vv\vcv n ^/yy/y/yy//ww L-_^JI II A Short Story By SIDNEY DARK I J ft Pierrot was very unhappy. Some people rather like being unhappy. They count their tears and keep them in little boxes of alabaster and gloat over them as a miser gloats over his guineas. Martyrdom is their hobby just as Sa collecting stamps may be yours and gossiping ...