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... u-- I COLONIAL INTELLIGENCE. i A SHORT STORY 1 l W. PETT RIDGE Mr. Poynter concluding his Saturday purchase of chocolates, mentioned as usual that if the small parcel did not gratify his young lady then she must be considered as one hard to please. To Miss Welby's question he answered that he had experienced a fairly busy week-- two days had been spent by him at Clerkenwell Sessions House. w ...

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... 1 JRIECEHFTED IN IFULIL 1, RSI ft I. Charles Vance, leading man in a company which toured the provinces, turned out the contents of his pockets-- five sovereigns, a few shillings, and fourpence in coppers. ft To-morrow at this time, he said, I may be worth two hundred odd pounds, or, he counted the ft loose change, 6s. nd. M With a ruminative smile he drew from his coat W pocket a letter ...

... I J vl Ds You know what a harem skirt is, don't you? said Sybilla. I paused before replying that I might think of a crushing and witty retort. fa The harem skirt, Sybilla, 1 remarked with my most cynical smile, the harem skirt is a bifid 6 modern garment seldom found on women and never K on man. W You're thinking of Patience, she said with a sjj provoking lack of humour. Women's lack of ...

... A GROUP OF QUEER TRADES. No. IV. The Jongleur of Ardmore, with a Black Eye, and a Coat with which Harlequin would have Swept a Gutter By E.TEMFLE TITOBSTGB? (Author of The City of Beautiful Nonsense, A Roof and Four Walls, etc., etc.) With this article Mr. Temple Thurston brings his short series of Queer Trades to a close. For his final subject he has gone to Ireland, telling of his ...

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... I . ft John Gregory stopped suddenly in his rather per- functory round of the gallery. That's Lita-- Lita Wincross --he muttered breathlessly, and he stood before the full- length picture and studied with enthralled interest every detail of the painting. Of course it was Lita, there hj was no mistake about it, but it was not quite the Lita of old; the artist had not caught the vivid look of ...

... I By BASIL MACDONALD HASTINGS. i A thin lanky fellow sat in the dusk with his hands clenched on his knees. His seat was a long wooden drinking trough behind a half-chopped hay stack in the corner of a farm yard. His attitude was strained as if the exertions of his mind were wrenching his body. By him sat a little womann who wore a coarse white apron I 'J The woman constantly asked him ...