... SHORT STORY Witch and I had quarrel! Who is it that says it takes two make a quarrel Wco-ver * it is makes mi-stake. tock only one to make our quarrel, and that my precious Aunt Betsy Jane. Witch has te:»per; so have I. She wasn't christened Wiceh. Godfathers ...

... SHORT STORY. tiie day of the fire, -..7'?°, r , vras one the well-born Englishmen to California with younger son s portion and a small monthly allowance, ana hope to make on a vlnevard wheat ranch. , M ?i. or the way of many vt hit English friends. The ...

... SHORT STORY. quite unexpected. jfe was only poor old was only a poor young typi,«t. did jail? work a street in gjoomsbury: she did her daily work in cffice the Strand. Old Jem had had that crossing since beyond the memory man, some used to declare, but ...

... SHORT STORY. THE PEACHES. Hie first time that I saw old friend lad fdlow-student, Herfeelot, after our frad'u;ftbi», was twenty-(TVe years later, -at 1 held by our class in the halls of our Alma Mater. I was not little surprised to find i ...

... SHORT STORY. ASHES OF ROSES, On that particular morning was in a decidedly sentimental mood, because the day before 1 had heard a young and charming woman accompanying herself at the piano aud singing the tenderest of romances, in which during the last ...

... SHORT STORY. THAT BABY OF BINKINS'S. The Binkinses thought a great deal of their baby. Mrs. Binkins had wanted a boy, but Mr. Binkins was eminently satisfied with it as it was. It was a nice little roundabout baby, as babies go, with a button mouth and ...

... SHORT STOR IN THE “LIONS DEN.” Come, hurry up, Joe,” said Tom Bently to his younger brother. “The sun’s most an hour high, and we’ve got to go over the divide before we'll find any game It’s all been scared away from this side.” “All right, Tom, ’'m just ...

... SHORT STORY A GOLD WATCH-KEY. In the house at Santa Margherita they reciting the holy rosary after supper, when suddenly a gunehot was heard in the night. The Canon stood aghast, with his chaplet still in bis hand, the women crossed themselves and listened ...

... SHORT STORY. THE KEEPER'S STRATAGEM. Yes, sir, said the agreeable stranger, my profession brings mo into contact with characters now and then. Ah, believe mo when I tell you that every hair of my bead numbers some-thrilling episode. There's plenty ...

... SHORT STORY. THE BISHOPS ara HOLIDAY. Somebody once called tim “The Bishop Q of Wangaloo,” in recognjtioa, probably, of his resemblance to that cleric of scar advertisement fame. Though this was certainly not the Bishop’s episcopal title, it will serve ...

... SHORT STORY. A FALSE MOVE. When Ethel Ransome made up her 'mind' do anything, she was not the woman to shrink from the task, no matter how unpleasant or disagreeable it might prove to herself or to other people. And she had now finally decided to speak ...

... SHORT STORY tHE HEADER. I was the happiest of men. A week had liss Alice passed since my engagement to Delorme had been announced. For ree months I had been eager to have her accept my proposal : she had hesitated for some time, for she was not absolutely ...