oice was very real, but her brother refused to treat it seriously.He shrugged his shoulders, and smiled an easy smile. "Oh, I should rub along. I might get in a working housekeeper, or I could take a room in town. I might work better for a change of scene. If you would like to go--" "I shouldn't like anything which left you alone. It would not be worth going for less than six months, and I couldn't possibly do that. I am of some use to you, Martin!" This time the appeal was

ir, with blue eyes, a curled mustache, hairnaturally wavy and parted in the middle, he recalled the hero of thepopular romances.It was one of those sultry, Parisian evenings when not a breath ofair is stirring; the sewers exhaled poisonous gases and therestaurants the disagreeable odors of cooking and of kindred smells.Porters in their shirt-sleeves, astride their chairs, smoked theirpipes at the carriage gates, and pedestrians strolled leisurelyalong, hats in hand. When Georges Duroy reached

ave in me the instinct of the chase. Were I a man I should be a trapper of criminals, trailing them as relentlessly as no doubt my sheepskin ancestor did his wild boar. But being an unmarried woman, with the handicap of my sex, my first acquaintance with crime will probably be my last. Indeed, it came near enough to being my last acquaintance with anything.The property was owned by Paul Armstrong, the president of the Traders' Bank, who at the time we took the house was in the west with his

took himself very seriously, and life, and his work, which latter was the tutoring of the young son of a British nobleman. He felt that his charge was not making the progress that his parents had a right to expect, and he was now conscientiously explaining this fact to the boy's mother."It's not that he isn't bright," he was saying; "if that were true I should have hopes of succeeding, for then I might bring to bear all my energies in overcoming his obtuseness; but the trouble is

picture, and gazed into those grey-green eyes till tears of passionate happiness filled my own."Oh! my dear, my dear, how shall I pass the hours till I hold you again?" No thought, then, of my whole life's completion and consummation being a dream. I staggered up to my room, fell across my bed, and slept heavily and dreamlessly. When I awoke it was high noon. Mildred and her mother were coming to lunch. I remembered, at one o'clock, Mildred coming and her existence. Now indeed the

s of our present progress could justify this deed; and that though everybody from the creation of the world had held it to be necessary, on whatever theory, I knew it to be unnecessary and bad; and therefore the arbiter of what is good and evil is not what people say and do, nor is it progress, but it is my heart and I. Another instance of a realization that the superstitious belief in progress is insufficient as a guide to life, was my brother's death. Wise, good, serious, he fell ill while

They must sacrifice their beauty Who would do their civic duty, Who the polling booth would enter, Who the ballot box would use; As they drop their ballots in it Men and women in a minute, Lose their charm, the antis tell us, But--the men have less to lose. Partners ("Our laws have not yet reached the point of holding that property whichis the result of the husband's earnings and the wife's savings becomestheir joint property.... In this most important of all partnershipsthere is no

some one had drawn up her window shades. Carley promptly pulled them down and settled herself comfortably. Then she heard a woman speak, not particularly low: "I thought people traveled west to see the country." And a man replied, rather dryly. "Wal, not always." His companion went on: "If that girl was mine I'd let down her skirt." The man laughed and replied: "Martha, you're shore behind the times. Look at the pictures in the magazines."Such remarks

early in the street this morning, what was you doing there?""Nothing, Miss Annie, I just went out to see, that's all and that's the same banana, 'deed it is Miss Annie." "Sallie, how can you say so and after all I do for you, and Miss Mathilda is so good to you. I never brought home no bananas yesterday with specks on it like that. I know better, it was that boy was here last night and ate it while I was away, and you was out to get another this morning. I don't want no

ergy did he do this, that he received from his antagonists themost complimentary sobriquet of the one hundred thousand men .Wherever Napoleon made his appearance in the field, his presencealone was considered equivalent to that force.The following proclamation rang like a trumpet charge over thehills and valleys of France. "Frenchmen! You have been anxious forpeace. Your government has desired it with still greater ardor.Its first efforts, its most constant wishes, have been for