The Woman of the Saeter. By Jerome K. Jerome.
Alphonse Daudet at Home. By Marie Adelaide Belloc.
The Dismal Throng. By Robert Buchanan.
In the Hands of Jefferson. By Eden Phillpotts.
My First Book. By I. Zangwill.
By the Light of the Lamp. By Hilda Newman.
Memoirs of a Female Nihilist. III.--One Day. By Sophie Wassilieff.
A Slave of the Ring. By Alfred Berlyn.
People I Have Never Met. By Scott Rankin.
The Idler's Club "Tipping."
er face. I took off my cap, and called out a good-night to her, but she never moved or spoke. Then, God knows why, for my brain was full of other thoughts at the time, a clammy chill crept over me, and my tongue grew dry and parched. I stood rooted to the spot, staring at her across the yawning gorge that divided us, and slowly she moved away, and passed into the gloom; and I continued my way. I have said nothing to Muriel, and shall not. The effect the story has had upon myself warns me not to."
From a letter dated eleven days later:
"She has come. I have known she would since that evening I saw her on the mountain, and last night she came, and we have sat and looked into each other's eyes. You will say, of course, that I am mad--that I have not recovered from my fever--that I have been working too hard--that I have heard a foolish tale, and that it has filled my overstrung brain with foolish fancies--I have told myself all that. But the thing came, nevertheless--a creature of flesh an