... .* By DOUGLAS NEWTON. GUNTER, back from many years of work in the Tropics, looked upon every inch of Europe as a pleasure- ground. Yet, when he told the guide who had pestered him half the length of the Cours St. Louis that he wanted to see a little life, most emphatically he had not meant the hot spots of Marseilles' Vieux-Port. He loathed underworlds ot all breeds, Oriental, Chicago, or ...

... MrJ NOTHING DOING. aJSra [U| By HOLLOWAY HORN. V^,U IN most ways they were a very modern pair. They lived in an expensive flat near the centre of things, replete with what is quaintly called every modern convenience. Ronnie Sunclair was a broker in one of those mysterious little lanes behind St. Paul's; Sibyl was, in her own considered opinion, an artist. She had ...

... . By INEZ HOLDEN (Author ol Born Old, Died Young, etc.) (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.) TWO old club men passed by their table. That 's Millionaire Mak Kandar, one of them told the other. But King Mak Kandar did not hear this because he was staring moodily at the wine-list. Take off ten per cent., he said. I 'm a shareholder here. The waiter hurried away to ask advice of another waiter, who in ...

... WAITER By WINIFRED DUKE, Author of The Laird, etc., etc. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.) IT was a fastidious, remote little place, and they came to it for reasons acutely connected with both these facts. They could talk with more freedom than in a restaurant, where there might be a chance of recogni tion and being accosted by acquain tances of either; and yet, despite its cheapness, it had none of ...

... BY RICHARD BOND I SEE, I said chattily to Colonel Dudgeon, as we were standing about waiting our turn to drive off in the monthly handicap, that Sutcliffe chalked up another century yesterday in Australia. Colonel Dudgeon made no reply. Nor did he look my way. I repeated my re mark, a trifle more distinctly. Then, very slowly, the Colonel turned his grey, head and regarded me with the ...

... Let y read your u character from your Handwriting 44 T? ANEE has proved to our satisfaction, by a practical test, that her pseudonym conceals the identity AV of a woman with an unusual flair for delineating character from handwriting. The services of Ranee are therefore placed at the disposal of the readers of Britannia Eve in the belief that her character-reading will be found instructive ...

... ENTR'ACTE Jrcintasi/ By NAOMI LUDOLF T/ie stage is set to represent a dressing-room in a theatre. Curtain rises on Aladdin sitting at table putting finishing touches to make-up. Lays down puff, yawns Aladdin: Gosh, I'm tired! Thank heaven to-night's the last night, anyway. But in a week I'll be at it again. (Smiles.) It'll be wonderful to see Mum to-morrow. (Yawns leans back in chair ...

... So krJ RECOGNITION. A By ST. VINCENT TROUBRIDGE. ...

... . By DOUGLAS NEWTON. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* THE actress Misti, the latest of Society's fav ourites, could be adorable even to large, dull men. Her bright, humming-bird glance flattered the stolid and painfully ordinary creature Mrs. Vanton- Waters stopped by the table and intro duced. At the sound of his name she hugged her Peke to her breast with a little cool pipe of laughter. Sugars can ...

... CITY NOTES. THE BEAUTIES OF THE STOCK EXCHANGE. ''Beauty NUMBER? What's a Beauty Number?'' asked The Courtauld Market, feigning to look round the whole of- the Stock Exchange, which even Ugliness knows to be an impossibility. This is a Beauty Number, replied The Celanese Depart ment. Excuse me, is that face powder on your jacket Sweet Innocence Don't you know the difference between face ...

... . By HOPE HAMLIN. RITA and I was sitting in our cabin. Rita was fastening the seed pearls that had come off from the bodice of the dress. Her fingers were all lumpy because of how old she was, and she couldn't see very good to jab the extra pearls that lay on her apron. I bet she pulled them all off of some body's studs, I said. Rita didn't say anything. She wasn't for talk. At Southampton I ...

... gpG www THE SLAVE OF HISTORY.* The Story of a Strange Encounter. By S. F. A. COLES. RUPERT SENLAC contemplated, with a strange feeling of emotion, the bronze gates of Shalamaneser II., in the big glass case below the balcony. It seemed to him at that moment-- so absorbed were his thoughts in the genius of the past-- that those horsemen riding triumphantly to battle, those flying chariots, with ...