... fjolin and ddJeier by Douglas Edwards J-O-O-OHN! J-o-o-ohn! The shrill voice soared across the farmyard, past the incubating house, through the wood shed and the carpenter's shop and up the long, chalky hillside. Half-way up the hill was a wooden hut, supported on the lower side by stilts. It was nearly filled with bags of dredge- corn, bran and dried milk, and piles of empty sacks. On top ...

... By KEM BENNETT.* ADRIAN BRITTLE, having achieved the age of thirty-two, fqund himself in the mood to marry. He was neither tall nor short, nor was he fat. When provoked, he could display more than competence, either physically or intellectually. He possessed an imaginative wardrobe in good taste and an equable disposition. In fact, Adrian was a catch, and his mother, his sister and his girl ...

... By LESLIE T. BAMNAMO THE stout man with the florid face relapsed into the park seat and mopped his forehead with a huge handkerchief. not, isn t it ne said to tne otner occupant ot the seat. Hot The young man gave a smile that had no mirth, that twisted his mouth, but left his sombre eyes unchanged. You call this hot I guess you've never been abroad any where near the Lukala Kula Islands Now ...

... The following curious and absolutely true experience must not in the telling of it convey the idea that I advocate attending séances, or that I desire to ram spiritualism down anyone's unwilling throat! Years ago, out of idle curiosity, I attended three seances. At the first one, being a newcomer, I was asked to search the room which excepting for chairs was quite bare of furniture. There were ...

... I am glad to have this opportunity of relating the following providential and naturally inexplicable experience of a double warning of what would have proved a double tragedy had the premonitory voices been neglected. I have recounted the story to a few of my friends, selecting only those whom I considered of a kindred spirit, fearing to be judged a romancer or one addicted to telling tall ...

... During the summer of 1924 I had before me a very attractive list of health and pleasure resorts in Scotland from among which I found it difficult indeed to make a decisive and final choice. The consequence of much weighing of pro's and con's of this and that town was that the holidays (August) arrived, and I was compelled to make a hurried decision, so plumped for a golfing spell at Nairn. ...

... A/T y husband and I had been married four years before our prospective hopes of a little child were realised. How happy we were as we tried to prepare ourselves for our new duties and planned his future. Life suddenly assumed a grander, more wonderful aspect. Sometimes I wondered, never morbidly, if I would survive his birth -of his life I never doubted was he not an answer to prayers The ...

... WHAT WAS IT A few years ago my husband and I found we did not get on, so decided to separate for awhile at any rate. It was hard to say why we did not get on, as we were both very fond of each other and were really very miserable apart. But I think the family made mischief between us, and he rather thought I had been indiscreet with a man he particularly disliked; hasty words passed, so I went ...

... THE Ponders were in the van of Fashion; that is to say, the Ponders themselves thought so, and by dint of frequent and judicious repetition induced a large number of their friends to believe it, and they daily abased themselves in reverential rows commencing on the Ponders' immaculate doorstep and ending in their iniquitously expensive green and gold drawing-room. Sir William, it should be ...

... i _gj i r j yi --3^^ I T i/r5K''rtad8 glopgmgnt By FREDERICK FENN MRS. RUTLAND was one of those people whose chief interest in life lay in fancying that she was unhappy. She felt that she ought to be pitied for having married John Rutland, and for having sacrificed the delights of London to become the sober wife of a substantial country gentle man and J. P. As a result, she spent her early ...

... v By C. STARR JOHNS MAX VON WOLLEN BERG dismissed his motor at a corner and walked rapidly along the Herthestrasse. Many men, who knew him by sight, saluted him respectfully, but he barely acknowledged their salutations, indeed, he hardly appeared to notice them. A small house stood a little way back from its neighbours. Here he paused, and rang the bell vigorously. Is your mistress in Yes, ...

... BY JESSIE G. COURT The Bystander M Surprise Story ...