... SHORT STORY. DRAWN INTO THE WHIRLPOOL. Under the lee of a small island on the north* west coast of Norway a young fisher lad lay sleeping in the boat in which he had been out all night, unconscious of the grim face and cruel eye that watched him from ...

... SHORT STORY. Jk-M. V U- rv-- J- W THE LAST BUGLE CALL. It was but a year or two before Custer and his men of the 7th United States Cavalry were ' massacred by the Sioux Indians, and that was in • im. Custer was down in the Washita, in the “Nation,” and ...

... SHORT STORY. THE RIDE OF GILPIN. His name really wasn’t Gilpin at all, though it was Pierre right enough—that was when he came to the troop at Prince Albert. But after his ride —the ride that gave him his nickname—he was always “Pierre Gilpin.” He came ...

... SHORT STORY. SPRIG OF MIGNONETTE. In a remote comer of the West, hidden away in the mountains, is a little village where the chief occupation of the people, men, women, and children, lies in the coal mines. During prosperous times there is plenty of work ...

... SHORT STORY. THE SITUATION, it’s only a £lOO place,” said Crocus Graham, with flushed check and glittering eyes. “And when my car fares are paid and dress provided for, there isn’t so much left after all. I’m sure nobody need covet it.” Mrs. Graham looked ...

... SHORT STORY. A TALE OF THE HARK AGES. Three hundred years ago there lived at Augsburg a lad named Willibald, apprentice to a smith, whose industry obtained him the regard of his master, while his good nature caused him to be a favourite with all who knew ...

... SHORT STORY. TWO ARTFUL ROGUES. was pastor of the local parish church. Two of most devoted helpers were Mr. and Mrs. .'■foster. The husband appeared to be in uelicate health, and had insured his life. About five o’clock one morning servant awoke me. ‘‘Please ...

... SHORT STORY. BROWNING’S BOOKKEEPER. “Arthur,” said Mr. Luther Browning, of the 1 firm Browning, Burgess and Co., to his only s>n, who had jn.-t entered the office, “Johnstone's ill—very ill, with the typhoid fever. You will have take charge of the books ...

... SHORT STORY. A BRAVE ACT. Tilford Maynard was thn finest fellow I ever had for a shipmate. We were strangers to each I other when we met on board the ship Reindeer, which was to go from Boston to Hampton Roads, and thence, with a cargo of corn to Ireland ...

... SHORT STORY. THE ODD NUMBER, The short November afternoon was darkening, Mid the snow, falling steadily, melted as it fell, i making the slush still deeper. On one of the street comers of a big city stood girl playing a violin ; the wild, sweet notes ...

... SHORT STORY. THE v.: , IN POSSESSION 1. ‘‘What conduct!” exclaimed Mra. Fielding, •. her daughter wideopenc eyes. Very ex ra ...

... SHORT STORY. A HERO PRIEST. It was a warm summer evening, and over our cigars and wine were discussing instances of personal heroism. The exploits of Grace Darling, Joan D’Arc, and all the heroes and heroines of history and romance, were worn threadbare ...