Lippincott S Magazine Of Popular Literature And Science Volume

THE LAST OF THE IDYLLS By F.F. ELMS. OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP. An Evening In Calcutta By W.H.S. No Danbury For Me By SARSFIELD YOUNG. Another Ghost By S.C. CLARKE. NOTES. LITERATURE O...

He was dining with Lavender, not at home, but at a club in St. James's street; and either his curiosity was too great, or he had forgotten altogether Ingram's warnings to him th...

"No interruptions, sir. After you _couldn't_ take me to Europe I felt very much hurt and wounded, and ready to catch at any straw of suspicion. I ran away from you that night an...

Cold rain and mist have now set in. The landscape, which has from the first possessed a peculiar charm for us, is often blotted from view. The varied, undivided yet most individ...

Just as Frank Lavender went down stairs to meet Ingram, a letter which had been forwarded from London was brought to Sheila. It bore the Lewis postmark, and she guessed it was f...

"Mr. Ingram," cried young Mosenberg, bursting into the room of his friend, "do you know that I have seen your princess from the island of the Atlantic? Yes, I met her yesterday,...

Lenox again, and bluebirds darting to and fro among the maples. I had reached the hotel at midnight. Our train was late, detained on the road, and though my thoughts drove insta...

One great feature of the Hof has hitherto been passed over in silence--the other lodgers; for, truth to say, there happened to be a large family of tourists, who, following in t...

"You'd better eat sum'thin'," said Hiram over the breakfast-table on Sunday morning. "Got a good long drive afore you, and mebbe a good day's work besides. No? Well, then, Susan...