... * By DENIS ATHERTON THE boy came out of the mist. He was a small figure, thin, with legs like dirty, pink sticks. His head was covered with a shock of matted hair crusted with white where the mist had settled. Silver rime outlined his eyes, frightened eyes that explored the moor, the bare, lonely, silent moor. For a long time he walked steadily into the mist, his step short and stumbling. ...

... AS GOOD AS A FEAST* By CHARLOTTE HALDANE IF you are not interested in Food-- Food with a capital F-- you probably won't care for this story. For it 's the story of one man's great love, and that man, Monsieur Nicholas, cordon bleu and gastronome. It 's amazing, the amount of money a great gastronome can make. Like the late Marcel Boulestin, for instance, or M.Nicholas. But in the art of ...