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... SHORT STORY. HOW BIDDY BAYED A LEO. I bar* it on Um authority of Bobait that Henry Howard Burke could bo more Unde of tool than any other man in Canon. Robert, baiof the only man that ranch who answered to nickname or aub-Utle, ia an authority 1 feel ...

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... SHORT STORY. FOR RUBE’S SAKE. Working hours wore over la the Orest White Csnjon. Mary Vtner polled down the little window of the post-office, of which she wsa the atistrees. swept the contents the narrow counter into draper, which she locked; ther pinning ...

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... SHORT STORY. FACT AND FICTION. “Mow, roolly matt not keep off •abject to-tUy Mwo did lott time, * soli girl, rotting bor elbow the tuttis table and lotting bor chin drop her hand. “I don’t beliero wo wrote anon than half page,” replied tha young man, ...

... SHORT STORY. RENUNCIATION. Elizabeth ? Oh, yea, Elizabeth, with the meek, pale face and soft, brown eyes. Everybody liked Elizabeth; everybody felt sorry for her. She was so gentle, so patient in {>er afflictionfor when Elizabeth was sixteen she became ...

... SHORT STORY. • ONLY COUSINLY LOVE. ‘By Jot®, but tbi* U > night when * great fire, an nsy-chair, and a pipe make a fellow feel that life really in worth the living! Whew I bow the wind howU and the mow daahee against the window! I’m sorry tor any poor ...

... SHORT STORY. THE THEOSOPHISrS TALE “Did you ever have great shadow fall stress your life?” asked the Theosophist, brushing aside his empty coffee cup, resting his share elbows on the table, and gazing through bis great platinum- rimmed spectacles. “Not ...