... OUR SHORT STORY, THE BRAVE SHEPHERD BOY. 4 WAR STORY, FROM THE FRENCH Op CHAFLES FOLEY, That nigat the men of Saint Aubin, of Nueil, and of Arbiers were assembled at the Cross-road, in the wood. Forét called the names and distributed the powder, while ...

... OUR SHORT STORY, MY UNCLE'S SPIRIT. Spiritualism has always appeared 0 e & craze, and spirilualisis a set OL Crazy peopue, or, even worse, a lot of trichsiers. Fernaps nois re to be found in the ranks, and gue seg Prays on the credulities of the other ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. “It’s only Lord Ormsworth’s car. He's got a big house party at the Abbey, and takes his guests about the country—Ha 1’ The car stopped abruptly, backed, and then with, as it were, a mighty leap, hurled itself aud its occupants into ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. THE STOLEN “HEAD.” A SECRET SOCIETY STORY. The last of the gucsts had departed. Dorotiiy Weaham, her lips parted with pleasure, desceuded the wide staircase towards the library to w.sh her father good-night, and the recollection came ...

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... OUR SHORT STORY.: A WOMAN-HATER. By Winirrzp GrAmAM, Martin Hale had lived a lonely life for years, hating women with an aversion which almosi amounted to mania. y ’ \ Like the majority of vomcn-l;:.hn. he Il‘:d | enuine grievance against BeX. e o B ...

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... OUR SHORT STORY. VIOLET—AND A VOLCANO. vJg that the Cliff Hotel? Yes? I want Miss Dene, please.”’ A short, aggravating silence. “Yes, it’s me. I, 1 mean—Leshe, of course. No, not Mr. Scott—you don’t know such a person!” The bgle?hon:h was firm. “Is it ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. VERA THE NIHILIST. (A BECRET SERVICE BTORY.) The stifling density of the Russian midsummer evening was broken by a man’s voice, low 1. - fierce ; and as Mademoiselle Le Fonde and lercpt nearer in the garden’s shadows we could hear a woman's ...

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... OUR SHORT STORY., HUNTED BY WOLVES. A TIN-PEDLAR'S STORY, At best, a tin pedlar’s lifein New England is ¢ne of much exposure and of uncomfortaile riding, In my young days, when I had more ambition :nd was more vigorous than I am now, I went over my route ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. FOOLING THE COUNT. The rays of the morning sun had been beating for nearly an hour on the heavy curtain tnag guarded the windows of the card-room of the Paotheon Club in London. Suddenly Jacques, the waiter who was on duty in the card-room ...