The man who won

"Handsome, were you? 'Tis more than they held, More than they said. I was ware, and watched. I was the scapegrace, this rat belled The cat, this fool got his whiskers scratched....

The sun had dropped, as the red billiard ball slips into the pocket, suddenly behind the heaving mass of veldt. Darkness was advancing with tropical, seven-leagued stride, and a...

"But as if he loved you! No, not he. Nor anyone else in the world, 'tis plain; Who ever heard that another, free As I, young, prosperous, sound and sane, Poured life out, proffe...

Millie sat before the cold hearth in the stale, stuffy _sitkamer_, which always smelt of dirty dish-cloths and unwashed humanity. Her lips were pressed tightly together, her fac...

The sunrise flashed into their eyes, as the farm-house door closed upon the two men. They went together through the yard, and out at the gate where Bert had so often watched in...

All the world of Slabbert's Poort was enclosed within the walls of "Lutwyche's." The funeral feast waxed noisier and noisier; there were the elements of discord trembling in the...

Bert stood where he was, rooted in deep thought, watching the child as she ran away. He did not believe that what she said was true. Millie might very probably plot to escape, b...

She was light and small, but for all that, she was some weight to carry far; and when she began to writhe and twist in his hold, Bert was obliged to call a halt. He sat down, af...

When Carol Mayne got back to the Mission on the afternoon of the second day after this, he was told that Oom Pieters and the Boer Predikant were waiting to see him.

The golden bracken was turning brown, but the heather still carried its glory of purple. The woodlands were forsaking their devotion to pure green, and rioted in every hue of re...

They had been crawling for some time slowly up a steep lane with hedges; now suddenly they emerged at the top, and a long sigh of wonder escaped Millie as she saw the moorland s...

"She was one of that numerous class of females, whose society can raise no other emotion than surprise at there being any men in the world who could like them well enough to mar...

Nothing compelled Melicent to listen, so she sat on Tod's Trush, just over his pathetic little doorway, her arms round her knees, her eyes fixed, full of the forward-reaching, t...

"I could not hide My quickening inner life from those at watch. They saw a light at a window now and then, They had not set there: who had set it there? My father's sister start...

"No; but they did not like Miss Matty to marry below her rank. You know, she was the rector's daughter, and somehow they are related to Sir Peter Arley; Miss Jenkyns thought a d...

"And I, so young then, was not sullen. Soon I used to get up early, just to sit And watch the morning quicken in the grey, And hear the silence open like a flower, Leaf after le...

"She said sometimes: 'Aurora, have you done Your task this morning? Have you read that book? And are you ready for the crochet here?' As if she said: 'I know there's something w...

"----Many, I believe there are, Who live a life of virtuous decency, Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel No self-reproach; who of the moral law Established in the land wher...

"Day of days! Unmarked it rose, In whose hours we were to meet; And forgotten passed. Who knows, Was earth cold, or sunny, sweet, At the coming of your feet?" --MRS. MEYNELL.

Not Melicent herself looked forward to the moment of meeting with more eagerness than did the Bishop elect of Pretoria. He had been through many anxieties during his first month...

"Pleased!" echoed Brooke. "Pleased! ... Great Heaven! Pleased, are you? But then, you see, I am not you. Bishop, I know every line of her face, every tone of her voice, though I...

"Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor...

For you knew not it was I, And I knew not it was you. We have learnt, as days went by. But a flower struck root and grew Underground, and no one knew." --MRS. MEYNELL.

Carol Mayne passed all that day in a state of feverish anxiety. In the evening he suggested to Lance that they should go round to Collis Square. It was late, but it was their on...

The mild spring weather made strolling in the garden pleasant, even in the keen air of Fransdale. Carol Mayne strolled accordingly, in company with Mr. Hall of Ilberston, and fo...

"Go, if you will! Let continents divide us, And put the seas between, and sink the ships! What space shall sunder us, what darkness hide us, What force shall keep apart our meet...

There was, however, much in Melicent's new position which was irksome, and to her inexperience, wholly unexpected. She had not foreseen that the event would make a stir in the c...

"For rest of body perfect was the spot, All that luxurious nature could desire; But stirring to the spirit; who could gaze And not feel motions there? ... But the gates of Sprin...

"A whole white world of revival awaits May's whisper a while, Abides and exults in the bud as a soft hushed laugh in a smile. As a maid's mouth, laughing with love and subdued f...

"Doubt you if, in some such moment As she fixed me, she felt clearly Ages past the soul existed, Here an age 'tis resting merely, And hence fleets again for ages, While the true...

"Escape me? Never-- Beloved! While I am I and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth, While the one eludes must the other pursue." --...

"Embrace me then, ye hills, and close me in; Now in the dear and open day I feel Your guardianship; I take it to my heart; 'Tis like the solemn shelter of the night." --WORDSWOR...

"Oh, Mr. Burmester, it is so interesting! Here is a gentleman who knows all about Miss Lutwyche! Not only that, but what do you think? Her brother is his servant!"

"We build with strength the deep tower-wall That shall be shattered thus and thus. And fair and great are court and hall; But how fair--this is not for us, Who know the lack tha...

"Well, I have played and lost. But that is best. Where was my right to win and keep such glory? Now I will let the book of living rest. Closed is my story." --ALICE HERBERT.

"What can I give thee back, O liberal And princely giver, who hast brought the gold And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold, And laid them on the outside of the wall For su...

Gwendolen Cooper sat with her parents in the drawing-room of Fransdale Vicarage on an afternoon in late October. She had come home for a holiday, and also to condole with her pa...