A Historical Survey
The first time I saw Octave Mirbeau, or rather heard him, was amid the smoke of a public gathering at the time of the Dreyfus case.
Misericordia or As It Will Happen
She had loved him once sometime ago. Lately she had seen him very seldom.
Herbert Beerbohm Tree
Is He an Artist?
In our village
A Few Natives as observed on Bleecker Street by Jack Flanagan
Germany, literature and the war
Why and How I Got Married
Many hundred stories, brief and lengthy accounts, arrive every week at the desk of our Contest Editor. Most of them testify that marriage, even in our commonplace age, preserves its old romance and that to relate a story of how Grandfather took Grandmother urges the pen into hands not otherwise ambitious of literary achievement. A handful of these stories will be chosen every week for the perusal of our readers.
The Thlobbon of Sappanal
Continued from last issue