Translated by William Patten.
The Brigade Commander by J. W. Deforest
Who Was She? by Bayard Taylor
Mademoiselle Olympe Zabriski by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Brother Sebastian's Friendship by Harold Frederic
A Good-For-Nothing by Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen
The Idyl Of Red Gulch by Bret Harte
Crutch, The Page by George Alfred Townsend (''Gath'')
In Each Other's Shoes by George Parsons Lathrop
The Denver Express by A. A. Hayes
Jaune D'antimoine by Thomas Allibone Janvier
Ole 'Stracted by Thomas Nelson Page
Our Consul At Carlsruhe by F. J. Stimson (''J. S. Of Dale'')
veness which seemed both loving and melancholy. Few persons, at all events few women, who looked upon him ever looked beyond his eyes. They were very fascinating, and in a man's countenance very strange. They were the kind of eyes which reveal passionate romances, and which make them.
By his side stood a boy, a singularly interesting and beautiful boy, fair-haired and blue-eyed, and delicate in color. When this boy saw the stranger approach he turned as pale as marble, slid away from the brigade commander's side, and disappeared behind a group of staff officers and orderlies. The new-comer also became deathly white as he glanced after the retreating youth. Then he dismounted, touched his cap slightly and, as if mechanically, advanced a few steps, and said hoarsely, "I believe this is Colonel Waldron. I am Captain Fitz Hugh, of the --th Delaware."
Waldron put his hand to his revolver, withdrew it instantaneously, and stood motionless.
"I am on leave of absence from my regiment, Colonel," continued Fit