... QOUR SHORT STORY. THE COW.roy's COURTSHIP. ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. ONLY A LOVERS QUARREL. 1.. L YANK®E SIORY. s' lm We had quarrelled, Tessa and | t When 1 think of it now, with the long, dark. shadowy years between then and to-day, %t seems the greatest piece of folly under the sun. It was only a lover's ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. TERESA : A STORY OF A STOLEN CHILD. A lovely baby. F—pnuy.“qdw. A veritable cherub. Such saft round arme, such clear. fllflv&lfl.ufl.fl*hy-tb.‘bhbweh.b.udnh,dhhfihk“bvhgly to the broad, white brow. “Y-—,-ym?‘fll:pdlhfi.'h layon a in a private ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. «MY FIRST SHOT.” m’Whfllß th Bl})'do:i:w question, uf n that as she leaned her aching head against the coal wimdow panc and gazed out at the beautiful green meadows of she Dunfih. homestead. The blackbirdsand thrustes were trilling their ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. A SPRIG OF MIGNONE!TE. In a remote corner of the Great West, hidden away in the mountains, is a little village where the chiof occur.t‘mn of the people—men, women, and children—lies in the coal mines. During prosperous times there is ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. BLUE EYES AND BROWN. “Yes, it was an escape. A wonderfal escape'” sighed Mrs. Endicott. « And if it hadn’t beeu for Mr. Hewitt’s presence of mind, I and your pa would be hyin‘ulhbounno‘thafiwiflflm.' ‘And then she told over again, for the ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. e ———— A SPRIG OF MIGNONE!TE. In a remote corner of the Great West, hidden away in the mountaine, is a little village where the chiof ooc-rl.ion of the people—men, women, and ch ~lies in the coal mines. Daring prosperous times there is ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. RINT FROM THE FAIRIES. AN IRISH TALE FOK THE TIMES. Tre pretticst girl and the poorest in all the county was Nora McShane. Sure you should have seen the blue eyes of her, and the long black lashes, and the hair that curled and kinked ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. ONE WOMAN'S WAY: A STRANGE STORY FROM THE WERST, The ball-room at Fort McKibben was gay with flags ; the floor was like a burnished mirror : nearly all the married officers were there with their wives: and dauvghters, and, of course, ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. LOVE ON A FARM. # Are yon my Aunt Doreas? Mrs. Torrance had Iwen entertaining & « wilting bee that afternoon, and she had (ust got tie frame out of the way, the dishes washed up, snd the apartment generally « tilied,” when there eame ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. THE BEST OF DAUGHTERS. “She's & good girl enough, Rosebud is—l have no fauit to find with Rosebud Lewis,” said Mrs. Green, screwing up her lips. “ But I won't deny that I'm a little disappointed in her.” Richard Green looked wistfully ...

... OUR SHORT STORY, THE LAST WORD. AN HOTEL EPISODE. @ That has always been my opinion, or, at least, always since I stopped letting mamma form my opinions for me,” said a distinctly pleasing feminine voice behind him. Colton turned casually around from ...