... SHORT STORY. AFTER LONG YEARS. Late one night in June two gentlemen arrived at , THE ORIGINAL MICROPHONE. the Villa Hotel of the Baths of Lucca. They stepped ' A hint to inventora, who chronically complain from the low Nitric& in which they travelled ...

... SHORT STORY F. A. M. Webster pain In his side. and he was Run? off his balance lall sprawling the dust. He got to his feet, blood streaming from his wound, only to be staggered .1 blow from another direction The five eland had him penned circle. Simba ...

... SHORT STORY By THE \VAINWRIGHT made his way slowly up the hill wondering vaguely why the gradient didn't make his heart pump like it used to. There was a gate at the top in a low fence swinging on its hinges in a gentle breeze and just beyond it a lo ...

... Short Story by Violet Quirk PERHAPS you had better not read this story unless you have been a girl of twelve. Cicely was twelve, and she had gone with her mother to certain small seaside place for a month's holiday. Her father was in Hong Kong, and had ...

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... SHORT STORY Our short story to-morrow will Wise Old Cottage, by Philip Neville, which tells of a young couple who grew tired of their country cottage, but it taught them a lesson when they came to a cross-roads in their lives. ...

... SHORT STORY IT was the blackest Monday Jim Duce had ever known, and his mood was of the same sombre hue. By all the rules he should have been on a -unny beach, swanking iround his new flannel suit, or bathing imong happy holiday people. His eyes should ...

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... SHORT STORY PHYLLIS THE WITCH. The Negro quarters on the plantation of Greine bent a grove ef maguella tree.. a belleelle distant his ttie nassielon-hmare. They were • nest set of dwellings, me in the who slavery was an lassitudes he the Mod I have wanamed ...

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... SHORT STORY. PAULINE DESCHAMP& Or most dazzling, beautiful women wise ever Met by storm a whole crawserrsida. ft agree Meese/ memo te ask who she wee. They espied bee dress, her ways, her epee* but net the yeamme , end prettiest could come see, Mr .ad ...

... SHORT STORY who should prove a thing. The 'even furlongs Town Moor Handicap is an open rsce. Prompt and All Green look to have too much to do. while those. left in with the lightest burdens do not appear to be class enough. Now that Valdore has found ...