... little from the first excessive pruning of the long tresses. Our pic tures are expressive of the many variations on the short story. If women have been hesi tant in taking up this new fashion it is perhaps because of a fear that a style so re vealing of ...

... BUNTING A Short Story by Irene Harrison. WHEN Primula married Vyvian, life seemed a perpetual honeymoon, and all went merrily as the proverbial wedding-bells; probably because the pair took the world as they found it and enjoyed themselves. I he only ...

... THE ROPE A Short Story by C. E. LAWRENCE J :VC. TT Who can measure the influence of things, evil and divine This little fantasy suggests how personality for good or ill may dwell in even commonplace objedts, like a yard of a hangman's rope. HENSLOE has ...

... J S vvv\&\^\v(\\vC K M \\'xxxv^xxxvvvw!. S2 M ii m I THE LEOPARDESS. a (A\'VO^V^VC\xv£ 1 A SHORT STORY I By M@irley IFLoBeirtts., r ITJ 0 It was Mackenzie who called her Bagheera, and our table saw at once that all previous names for Mrs. Smith had ...

... Garden,' and she made one see every bit of that pleasance with its lilied pathways and its hedges of yew. To make a long story short, I fell headlong in love with her, so much so that I haunted every concert-room where she sang and worried her agents to ...

... I THE IMPRESARIO. s SHORT STORY 1 a ZtoszV Macdonald Hastings jj| is Once upon a time on the stages of the City of London there was a very considerable popu larity for Irish comedians. The demand for their services did not last very long, but just long ...

... .ma, c^fe> THE TfflER^ SHORT SIKiS THE MODEL. Hy M^2=gaiE'& CBatate. YOU'RE sure you forgive me Tor keeping you waiting? Yvonne stood timidly at the door, asking the question in tones that would have melted marble. Of course. What's an hour? I asked ...

... THE THIERS SHORT STOKT i \r.ui.^. 1 i i C1RISTIME By ArttBiflr Klolbairft. MOTHER let me come alone to night. It's the first time I've ever been to a dance alone. She drew the handle ot her fan across her throat. I looked at her neck obediently and ...

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... 'r w DREMSKY A Short Story. V By Fred Whishaw. v 4 Is everything perfectly clear to all of you? asked Razoomof for the fifth time. Let me run through the heads of the scheme. He whom, with apologies to Beelzebub, we know as the prince of the devils ...

... know what it is I ought to have heard. [All rights strictly reserved I Illustrations by NICOLAS BENT LEY THE BYSTANDER SHORT STORY That, replied Jimmie, as he deposited his six feet of youthful manhood on the divan and helped himself to one of George's ...