BRISK BIDDING: A SHORT STORY
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... I 1 Henry Herrison was asked at the age of six teen what career he wished to adopt. He told his dear papa and mamma that it was his intention to make his living by writing poetry. As soon as tney coulu stop laugmng tney went on to tell the joke to Henry's uncles and aunts. Have you heard they said Henry has de- cided to become a poet. The uncles and aunts went into violent convulsions of ...
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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 ...
... . By Barry Pain. To-night, as on most nights, Pierre's little restaurant was doing fairly well. It was situated is an unfashionable neighbourhood on the outskirts of London. It was small, but it had grown from a still smaller beginning. A very few years ago its tables had no cloths and its knives had black handles. Now there were table-cloths, table-napkins, floral decorations, red shades, ...
... 1 . 1 Simon Grimthorpe went through his letters again. Seven from his constituency about meetings, hospitals, or tradesmen's dinners; five congratulating him on a successful verdict; and three miscellaneous ones about nothing in particular. Not a word trom Nancy. It was very queer. He ft had sent her the tickets on Wednesday night and ft the performance was on Thursday. He had especially ft ...