... SOME, FISHY STORIES. Earliest Recollections of Trout-fishing-. I HAVE been reading again with a new interest that delightful volume by Mr. C. G. Barrington, published some time ago by Smith, Elder and Co., and bearing the title, Seventy Years Fishing. While this ever-entertaining volume is full of valuable information on the gentle art it contains quite a fine budget of good stories, some ...

... BEOT STOII. Every reader of The Tatler has a good story up his sleeve which he possibly tells at the dinner table or in the smok ing-room. The Editor wants these stories, and offers a guinea for the best story of the hour not to exceed 150 words. No chestnuts are wanted as the Editor shook the chestnut tree with such success down to last year that he doubts whether there is a fresh chestnut ...

... A CASTLE IN SPAIN A COMPLETE STORY. By Druid Grayl. Vincent Mirasol found his way to this country from his native Bilbao-- an olive-skined, curly-pated, soft-eyed youth-- as servant-model to an eccentric artist, from whose service he passed on in a like capacity to other painters needing a youthful St. John, a peasant boy, a faun, or other similar study. He picked up no little experience, ...

... THE Passing 'OF By Hannen Swaffer WELL, now Daly's has gone the way of all tradition. They offered £230,000 for it the other day for a talkie theatre! Humorists even said that Sam Isaacs wanted to buy it because It looked a very nice plaice! Daly's comic operas are dead, so much so that Harry Welchman, reviving an old one and trying to stage a new one, lost £8,000 in a few weeks, and then, ...

... . From Mr. Ernest Bo wen-Rowland's In Court and Out of Court (1925). SOME twenty years ago Sir Henry Brampton, then a Judge, was due to dine with a local magnate somewhere near Chester. It was the commission day of the Assizes, and a large party had been invited to meet him, including the Bishop of the diocese. Now it happened that Sir Henry arrived at the house nearly an hour late, and it ...

... . BY THOMAS KELLY. BY an almost unanimous verdict the friends of Spriggins agreed that his luck was phenomenal, Everything that he chanced seemed in the end to justify his choice, or his judgment as he himself would have said. If he bought a lame duck not only would it be able to swim gracefully, but would most likely turn out to be a young swan. When he took up some shares in a company that ...

... A FRIEND wrote a letter saying that he was in very bad health, and concluded: Is there anything worse than having toothache and earache at the same time? The other wrote back: Yes, rheumatism and Saint Vitus's dance! Claud I'm going to kiss you as you've never been kissed before. Maud Who said I hadn't If every young man could read his girl's thoughts there would be much less petrol ...

... THE WAT OF THE TRANSCT.: .R. By J. SACKVILLE MARTIN. LEWIS STAINES stood before the bureau of the hotel, staring at the register which the clerk had pushed across the counter to him. The clerk spoke very little English, and Mr. Staines very little French, but it was not that, but rather the register itself that was embarrass ing him. After a moment's pause he wrote rapidly, Mr. and Mrs. F. ...

... PATRICIA, aged seven, while eating breakfast in an unusually pensive mood, suddenly announced: Hod is clever, mummie, isn't He, to be able to think of names for everything, like toast and butter Mummie Yes, darling. Patricia Can He speak French and German, too, mummie Mummie Yes, darling. Patricia after a short pause What will I do, mummie, when I go to heaven if God speaks to me in French? ...

... TWO NOVELS IN A NUTSHELL. A CHANCE MEETING. BY GEORGE SURREY. THE perspiring citizens of Murdocksville had roped in their steer and were sitting on him. That is to say, they had at last succeeded in running down and capturing the man on whose account they were neglecting their several occupations, and they were giving themselves and their bronchos a breather preparatory to making arrangements ...

... By EMERIC HULME BEAM AN. NO, remarked his Grace firmly, under the circumstances, the thing is impossible-- quite impossible. The Dowager shook her ringlets at him in playful reproach. Pray, she asked, do you include me among the circum stances The Duke looked at his boots. The minuet, he explained, settling himself more comfortably in the low arm-chair. I really could not attempt a ...

... . By EDWARD CECIL. IN June 1870 the town of St. Denis stood in the extreme east of France, close to the German frontier. It stands to-day in the extreme west of Germany, close to the French frontier. It still stands on the hill on which it has always stood; it is still the same old-world town, with its ancient houses in walled gardens, its ancient churches, and its ancient narrow by-streets ...