... . By Ralph Wotherspoon. WE were sitting in the club-house after a hard day's golf, fighting our battles over and over again when Johnson said: Talking of golf-balls, chaps, do any of you remember that advertisement the Whizz-Bang people brought out about their Hearty Hopper One or two said yes the rest of us having for gotten it, Johnson proceeded to recall it. The gist of it was this, he ...

... THE taxi was going very slowly and the passenger was in a hurry. I say, he shouted, can't you go any faster? Course I can, came the retort but I ain't allowed to leave the taxi. Personally I never stay out late at night. Why, don't late hours agree with you No, old boy, it's not the late hours that bother me so much as the excitement when I get home. You play golf, then No. I learnt ...

... In the smaller islands of the tropics, both in the Atlantic and Pacific, well-trained nurses are often scarce and doctors hard to find and overworked. My husband's work led us to many out-of-the-way places, and it was even usual that he should have to leave me at intervals, so that I had a great deal of free time. As I loved children and nursing and had had a great deal of experience before my ...

... Juried dor fife rBu Lawrence A FEW stars twinkled faintly as Tim and his Maggie walked with the iron unwearied ness of tramps down the unending road. Neither spoke. Each was silent, staring at the lig ...

... (Broken ^Doll By Vincent Troubridge IT was bitterly cold. The leaden heavens still carried their burden of snow to come, but that fifth wind which the Viennese say blows continuously round and round t ...

... WOMEN I SHOULD LIKE TO HAVE MET. V. MRS. PORTINAX. By ALAN PRYCE- JONES, Author of Spring Journey, People in the South. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* YOU'LL be called at four, they said; and as it was then one o'clock, the prospect was not pleasing. I went upstairs, candle in hand, and along a dark pass age, lit only by a single oil- lamp, placed in a strategic position to illumin ate what ...

... VACANT ROLE. By ANTHONY GITTINS. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* NO one who read the news papers was interested to learn that Mr. Silas Hilde brandt wore a grey Homburg when he landed at South ampton on his first visit to England. Neither can it be said that anyone was en chanted to hear that Mr. Hildebrandt had enjoyed a swell crossing from New York. Nor was any intelligent person curious to know ...

... 'TO BE CALLED FOR.' By LENNOX KERR. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* ''ANYTHING come in for Marshall?'' The voice had the strained hopefulness of one who expected to be disappointed. The post office clerk shook her head sympathetically. She was beginning to feel sorry for the thin, hungry-looking man who had come in twice each day for the past fortnight, seeking a letter that never came. Marshall ...

... . By DOUGLAS NEWTON. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* TOMAS RAPAZ sat in the dingy cellar café drinking and content. The thing he had set himself to do these many years was near fulfilment. Presently Julio would come to tell him the quarry was finally located then he would slake his hate and kill. He glanced about the dim and furtive Tj- r.,11 piabc. it waa iuii ui the mixed ruffianism one would ...

... I. -MRS. DENNISTON'S PEARLS.* By WINIFRED DUKE. Author of Tales of Hate,1' The Laird, etc. BY WHOSE HAND Criminology is the mode. Detective stories and plays are the rage, and society enjoys the new game of Murder in the Dark. In this game a crime is staged, and the detective-player has to solve the mystery by questioning the witness-players and spotting the murderer-player as Mr. Rupert ...

... v2*m> nwfYH5y v JA y\ HAM# vilt JLT By ST. VINCENT TROUBRIDGE. THE bench stood in the full glare of the Californian sunshine. Somewhat surprisingly, at first glance its three occupants gave the impression of being cold, for they were huddled closely together. A second glance would have corrected that impression and shown the reason. Both men were endeavouring to sit as near as possible to the ...

... AN AWKWARD SITUATION. By PAUL CHALFONT. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* MES amis, if, like myself, you have a past which is not all that it should be, when in a place where you are a stranger, be careful how you proceed, or you may find yourself in as awkward a situation as once I did. It happened in Marseilles, a town I detest and in which I know no one. Nothing exciting had ever hap pened on my ...