Chapter X: Act V (4)

Exactly opposite the Lethal Chamber is the Crematorium. This is a white brick structure, with a chimney some 65 ft. high. It is so built that the bodies of the dogs do not in any way come in contact with the fuel; the heat being obtained from the coke furnace below. The door of the Crematorium is wound up by the means of a windlass, and the interior reveals a space of about 10 ft. long by 9 ft. in width. After the lapse of some five or six hours from leaving the Lethal Chamber, the animals are put in here. By the morning all that of them is a few charred bones, and in a corner of the yard may be seen a dozen or so of sacks, containing all that remains of many a domestic pet, waiting for the soap-makers (who buy them) to come and fetch them away. The number of dogs thus destroyed every week averages three hundred.

A very touching incident occurred just where we are standing, only a few weeks before.

A gentleman entered the gates of the home, followed by as pure a a St. Bernard as could be wished for. He said quietly that he wanted it to be destroyed. The secretary looked at it. A valuable dog indeed; a splendid creature. The owner knew it. No money would purchase it, but, unfortunately, the dog had proved himself a bit snappish, and his master had only just paid a considerable sum of money as atonement for damage done. It was to be destroyed.

The master left the dog, and said he would return in an hour's time. He did so, and by this time the creature had been taken to the Lethal Chamber, and lay there on a slab apparently asleep. It was hard for his master to believe that he was dead. The gentleman even felt the dog's heart to see if it was beating, but there was no sign of movement. Then he broke down; the strong, stalwart fellow burst into tears as he talked to his favourite. He told the dead creature that they had been companions for ten years, and he felt the parting more than that of a brother.

Again he went away, but the next day found him once more at the gates. He had had no sleep--could he see his dog again? But it was too late. All that was left of the once envied St. Bernard was a few ashes, and without a word the heart-broken master turned and left the place.

One corner of the premises is particularly interesting, and we look in whilst passing. It is the cats' house. These are in many instances stray cats, picked up in West-end areas, and brought to Battersea by benevolent ladies. They are fed twice a day. In the morning they get new milk, and a varied diet of the customary horse-flesh and fish. Many parcels of fish are sent as presents for the cats. The frolicsome pussies have decidedly comfortable quarters, and they, too, have a playground, in which are planted tree trunks, of which they freely avail themselves. One of the cats' houses is peculiarly noticeable. These are the boarders, for cats may be left here at a charge of 1s. 6d. per week. This little collection in front of us is the property of a lady who has no fewer than a dozen here. All have their pet names, and she frequently comes to feed them herself. These splendid Persians and Angoras--the latter with a marvellous tail--have been residents here for some three years, and amongst them may be seen a fine specimen of a Russian cat with a wonderful head, which seems to while away its time by curling itself up in its own particular box or sleeping apartment; and a bob-tail may also be found playing merrily.

As we leave the yard, we look in at the men's reading-room, plentifully supplied with newspapers, and a small library, the shelves of which are principally taken up by volumes of a "doggy" nature. The office, too, must not be forgotten. These rows of immense ledgers contain the records of hundreds of thousands of dogs which have enjoyed the hospitality of the Institution at some time or other. The Board-room is a fine apartment, and round the sides of its walls legacies and donations are chronicled in letters of gold. Framed missives from Royalty may be read in abundance--Her Majesty the Queen, the Prince of Wales, and the Duke of Cambridge are the patrons of the Home. There is recorded in a book at Battersea an expression of opinion, none other than that of Her Majesty, which is worthy of being quoted in these pages. On the occasion of the Queen's Jubilee an address was presented by those interested in the work in connection with this very admirable institution. Her Majesty made reply and said:--"The objects of your association appear to be deserving of the greatest sympathy and commendation; and your solicitude for the welfare of dogs, the friends of man, who have shown so much zeal, fidelity, and affection in the service of mankind, is the fitting complement of the charity which strives to comfort and succour the unfortunate and afflicted members of our own race."

THE HERMIT]

A STORY FOR CHILDREN: FROM THE FRENCH OF VOLTAIRE.

In the reign of King Moabdar there lived at Babylon a young man named Zadig. He was handsome, rich, and naturally good-hearted; and at the moment when this story opens, he was travelling on foot to see the world, and to learn philosophy and wisdom. But, hitherto, he had encountered so much misery, and endured so many terrible disasters, that he had become tempted to rebel against the will of Heaven, and to believe that the Providence which rules the world neglects the good, and lets the evil prosper. In this unhappy spirit he was one day walking on the banks of the Euphrates, when he chanced to meet a venerable hermit, whose snowy beard descended to his girdle, and who carried in his hand a scroll which he was reading with attention. Zadig stopped, and made him a low bow. The hermit returned the salutation with an air so kindly, and so noble, that Zadig felt a curiosity to speak to him. He inquired what scroll was that which he was reading.

"It is the Book of Destiny," replied the hermit, "would you like to read it?"

He handed it to Zadig; but the latter, though he knew a dozen languages, could not understand a word of it. His curiosity increased.

"You appear to be in trouble," said the kindly hermit.

"Alas!" said Zadig, "I have cause to be so."

"If you will allow me," said the hermit, "I will accompany you. Perhaps I may be useful to you. I am sometimes able to console the sorrowful."

Zadig felt a deep respect for the appearance, the white beard, and the mysterious scroll of the old hermit, and perceived that his conversation was that of a superior mind. The old man spoke of destiny, of justice, of morality, of the chief good of life, of human frailty, of virtue and of vice, with so much power and eloquence, that Zadig felt himself attracted by a kind of charm, and besought the hermit not to leave him until they should return to Babylon.

"I ask you the same favour," said the hermit. "Promise me that, whatever I may do, you will keep me company for several days."

Zadig gave the promise; and they set forth together.

That night the travellers arrived at a grand mansion. The hermit begged for food and lodging for himself and his companion. The porter, who might have been mistaken for a prince, ushered them in with a contemptuous air of welcome. The chief servant showed them the magnificent apartments; and they were then admitted to the bottom of the table, where the master of the mansion did not condescend to cast a glance at them. They were, however, served with delicacies in profusion, and after dinner washed their hands in a golden basin set with emeralds and rubies. They were then conducted for the night into a beautiful apartment; and the next morning, before they left the castle, a servant brought them each a piece of gold.

"The master of the house," said Zadig, as they went their way, "appears to be a generous man, although a trifle haughty. He practises a noble hospitality." As he spoke, he perceived that a kind of large pouch which the hermit carried appeared singularly distended; within it was the golden basin, set with precious stones, which the old man had purloined. Zadig was amazed; but he said nothing.

At noon the hermit stopped before a little house, in which lived a wealthy miser, and once more asked for hospitality. An old valet in a shabby coat received them very rudely, showed them into the stable, and set before them a few rotten olives, some mouldy bread, and beer which had turned sour. The hermit ate and drank with as much content as he had shown the night before; then, addressing the old valet, who had kept his eye upon them to make sure that they stole nothing, he gave him the two gold pieces which they had received that morning, and thanked him for his kind attention. "Be so good," he added, "as to let me see your master."

The astonished valet showed them in.

"Most mighty signor," said the hermit, "I can only render you my humble thanks for the noble manner in which you have received us. I beseech you to accept this golden basin as a token of my gratitude."

The miser almost fell backwards with amazement. The hermit, without waiting for him to recover, set off with speed, with his companion.

"Holy Father," said Zadig, "what does all this mean? You seem to me to resemble other men in nothing. You steal a golden basin set with jewels from a Signor who receives you with magnificence, and you give it to a curmudgeon who treats you with indignity."

"My son," replied the hermit, "this mighty lord, who only welcomes travellers through vanity, and to display his riches, will henceforth grow wiser, while the miser will be taught to practise hospitality. Be amazed at nothing, and follow me."

Zadig knew not whether he was dealing with the most foolish or the wisest of all men. But the hermit spoke with such ascendency that Zadig, who besides was fettered by his promise, had no choice except to follow him.

That night they came to an agreeable house, of simple aspect, and showing signs of neither prodigality nor avarice. The owner was a philosopher, who had left the world, and who studied peacefully the rules of virtue and of wisdom, and who yet was happy and contented. He had built this calm retreat to please himself, and he received the strangers in it with a frankness which displayed no sign of ostentation. He conducted them himself to a comfortable chamber, where he made them rest awhile; then he returned to lead them to a dainty little supper. During their conversation they agreed that the affairs of this world are not always regulated by the opinions of the wisest men. But the hermit still maintained that the ways of Providence are wrapt in mystery, and that men do wrong to pass their judgment on a universe of which they only see the smallest part. Zadig wondered how a person who committed such mad acts could reason so correctly.

At length, after a conversation as agreeable as instructive, the host conducted the two travellers to their apartment, and thanked heaven for sending him two visitors so wise and virtuous. He offered them some money, but so frankly that they could not feel offended. The old man declined, and desired to say farewell, as he intended to depart for Babylon at break of day. They therefore parted on the warmest terms, and Zadig, above all, was filled with kindly feelings towards so amiable a man.

When the hermit and himself were in their chamber, they spent some time in praises of their host. At break of day the old man woke his comrade.

"We must be going," he remarked. "But while everyone is still asleep, I wish to leave this worthy man a pledge of my esteem." With these words, he took a torch and set the house on fire.

Zadig burst forth into cries of horror, and would have stopped the frightful act. But the hermit, by superior strength, drew him away. The house was in a blaze; and the old man, who was now a good way off with his companion, looked back calmly at the burning pile.

"Heaven be praised!" he cried, "our kind host's house is destroyed from top to bottom!"

At these words Zadig knew not whether he should burst out laughing, call the reverend father an old rascal, knock him down, or run away. But he did neither. Still subdued by the superior manner of the hermit, he followed him against his will to their next lodging.

This was the dwelling of a good and charitable widow, who had a nephew of fourteen, her only hope and joy. She did her best to use the travellers well; and the next morning she bade her nephew guide them safely past a certain bridge, which, having recently been broken, had become dangerous to cross over. The youth, eager to oblige them, led the way.

"Come," said the hermit, when they were half across the bridge, "I must show my gratitude towards your aunt;" and as he spoke he seized the young man by the hair and threw him into the river. The youth fell, reappeared for an instant on the surface, and then was swallowed by the torrent.

"Oh, monster!" exclaimed Zadig, "oh, most detestable of men!"----

"You promised me more patience," interrupted the old man. "Listen! Beneath the ruins of that house which Providence saw fit to set on fire, the owner will discover an enormous treasure; while this young man, whose existence Providence cut short, would have killed his aunt within a year, and you yourself in two."

"Who told you so, barbarian?" cried Zadig, "and even if you read the issue in your Book of Destiny, who gave you power to drown a youth who never injured you?"

While he spoke, he saw that the old man had a beard no longer, and that his face had become fair and young; his hermit's frock had disappeared; four white wings covered his majestic form, and shone with dazzling lustre.

"Angel of heaven!" cried Zadig, "you are then descended from the skies to teach an erring mortal to submit to the eternal laws?"

"Men," replied the angel Jezrael, "judge all things without knowledge; and you, of all men, most deserved to be enlightened. The world imagines that the youth who has just perished fell by chance into the water, and that by a like chance the rich man's house was set on fire. But there is no such thing as chance; all is trial, or punishment, or foresight. Feeble mortal, cease to argue and rebel against what you ought to adore!"

As he spoke these words the angel took his flight to heaven. And Zadig fell upon his knees.

INDEX.

PAGE

ACTORS' DRESSING ROOMS 178
(_Illustrations_ by W. H. J. BOOT, R.B.A.)

ANECDOTES OF THE WAR PATH 576
(_Written_ and _Illustrated_ by IRVING MONTAGU.)

ANIMALS' HOSPITAL, AT THE 70
(_Illustrations_ from Special Photographs and from Drawings by Miss
MABEL HARDY.)

ARCHITECT'S WIFE, THE. From the Spanish of ANTONIO TRUEBA 248
(_Illustrations_ by SIDNEY PAGET, and W. H. J. BOOT, R.B.A.)

ARTISTS ON LADIES' DRESS, LETTERS FROM 162
(_Illustrations_ by G. F. WATTS, R.A., Hon. JOHN COLLIER, and
Madame STARR CANZIANI.)

BABIES 348
(_Illustrations_ by JOHN GÜLICH.)

BARAK'S WIVES.
A Story for Children, from the Hungarian of MORITZ JOKAI 220
(_Illustrations_ by GORDON BROWNE, R.B.A.)

BELISAIRE'S PRUSSIAN (_See_ SCENES OF THE SIEGE OF PARIS) 36

BIRTHDAY CARDS 244
(_Illustrations_ by EDGAR WILSON.)

BLIND, HOW EDUCATED 563

BOY SPY, THE (_See_ SCENES OF THE SIEGE OF PARIS) 31

BRIGHT, RIGHT HON. JOHN, FAC-SIMILE NOTES OF SPEECH OF 206

BURNSIDE, MISS HELEN M. 245

CAMILLE. From the French of ALFRED DE MUSSET 318
(_Illustrations_ by H. FORESTIER.)

CANNIBAL KING, THE GUEST OF A 476

CAPTAIN JONES OF THE "ROSE." By W. CLARK RUSSELL 491
(_Illustrations_ by W. CHRISTIAN SYMONS.)

CHILD WORKERS IN LONDON 501
(_Illustrations_ by Miss LE QUESNE.)

CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL, AT THE 197
(_Illustrations_ by Miss KATE CRAUFURD and HAROLD OAKLEY.)

CHILDREN'S STORIES:--
BARAK'S WIVES 220
ENCHANTED WHISTLE, THE 552
GENIES, THE TWO 105
HERMIT, THE 655
SPIDER'S WEB, THE 437
STONE-BREAKER, THE 328

COUNTY COURT, THE 531

DAY WITH AN EAST-END PHOTOGRAPHER, A 458
(_Illustrations_ by J. L. WIMBUSH.)

DEADLY DILEMMA, A. By GRANT ALLEN 14
(_Illustrations_ by W. RAINEY.)

DECAY OF HUMOUR IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS.
By HENRY W. LUCY ("TOBY, M.P.") 254
(_Illustrations_ by F. C. GOULD.)

DOGS, HOME FOR LOST 648
(_Illustrations_ by Miss MABEL D. HARDY.)

DRESSING-ROOMS, ACTORS' 178

EAST-END PHOTOGRAPHER, A DAY WITH AN 458

EIGHTEENTH CENTURY JULIET, AN. A Story founded on the French.
By JAMES MORTIMER 447
(_Illustrations_ by PAUL HARDY.)

ENCHANTED WHISTLE, THE. From the French of ALEX. DUMAS 552
(_Illustrations_ by H. MILLAR.)

FAC-SIMILES:--
HANDBILL OF H. M. STANLEY'S FIRST LECTURE 285
HUMOURS OF THE POST OFFICE 520, 599
NOVELISTS' MSS. 295
PLAYWRIGHTS' MSS. 415
SERMON NOTES BY CARDINAL MANNING 84
SPEECH BY JOHN BRIGHT 206

FAIR SMUGGLER, A. From the Russian of MICHAEL LERMONTOFF 49
(_Illustrations_ by W. B. WOLLEN, R.I.)

FIRE BRIGADE, THE METROPOLITAN, ITS HOME, AND WORK 22

GENIES, THE TWO, A Story for Children. From the French of VOLTAIRE 105
(_Illustrations_ by JOHN GÜLICH.)

GRANDE CHARTREUSE, A NIGHT AT THE. By J. E. MUDDOCK 268
(_Illustrations_ by G. LAMBERT and HAROLD OAKLEY.)

GUEST OF A CANNIBAL KING, THE. By J. E. MUDDOCK 476
(_Illustrations_ by F. BANNISTER.)

HERMIT, THE. From the French of VOLTAIRE 655
(_Illustrations_ by ALAN WRIGHT.)

HOW NOVELISTS WRITE FOR THE PRESS. Fac-similes of the MSS. of
WILLIAM BLACK, WALTER BESANT, BRET HARTE, and GRANT ALLEN. 295

HOW THE BLIND ARE EDUCATED. By EDWARD SALMON 563
(_Illustrations_ by JOHN GÜLICH.)

HOUSE OF COMMONS, DECAY OF HUMOUR IN THE.
By H. W. LUCY ("TOBY, M.P.") 254

HOW THE REDOUBT WAS TAKEN. From the French of PROSPER MÉRIMÊE 174
(_Illustrations_ by SIDNEY PAGET.)

JAMRACH'S 429
(_Illustrations_ by J. L. WIMBUSH.)

JANKO THE MUSICIAN. From the Polish of SIENKIEWICZ 628
(_Illustrations_ by H. R. MILLAR.)

JENNY. From the French of VICTOR HUGO 527
(_Illustrations_ by CYRUS JOHNSON, R.I.)

JERRY STOKES, By GRANT ALLEN 299
(_Illustrations_ by A. PEARSE.)

KING'S STRATAGEM, THE. By S. J. WEYMAN 361
(_Illustrations_ by PAUL HARDY.)

LADIES' DRESS, LETTERS FROM ARTISTS ON 162

LADIES, A NEW INDUSTRY FOR 378

LANDSEER, A PICTURE-LETTER BY 334

LAW COURTS, THE STATE OF THE 402, 531, 638
(_Illustrations_ by A. LUDOVICI.)

LAWSON, SIR WILFRID 359

LONDON, CHILD WORKERS IN 501

LONDON, OLD STONE SIGNS OF 487

LOST DOGS, HOME FOR 648

LUCKIEST MAN IN THE COLONY, THE. By E. W. HORNUNG 422
(_Illustrations_ by A. PEARSE.)

MAID OF TREPPI, THE. From the German of PAUL HEYSE 57, 133
(_Illustrations_ by GORDON BROWNE, R.B.A.)

MAKING AN ANGEL. By J. HARWOOD PANTING 235
(_Illustrations_ by GORDON BROWNE, R.B.A.)

MATHEW, FATHER 357

METROPOLITAN FIRE BRIGADE, THE: ITS HOME AND WORK 22
(_Illustrations_ from Special Photographs by the LONDON
STEREOSCOPIC COMPANY, and Drawings by Miss MABEL HARDY and W. B.
WOLLEN, R.I.)

MINISTER'S CRIME, THE. By MACLAREN COBBAN 185
(_Illustrations_ by W. S. STACEY.)

MINT, THE 143

MIRROR, THE. From the French of LEO LESPES 78
(_Illustrations_ by N. PRESCOTT DAVIES)

MONEY MANUFACTORY, OUR 143
(_Illustrations_ by J. JOHNSON.)

NEW INDUSTRY FOR LADIES, A. By Miss GRACE HARRIMAN 378
(_Illustrations_ by Miss I. G. BRITTAIN.)

NIGHT AT THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE, A 268

NIGHT IN AN OPIUM DEN, A. By the Author of "A Dead Man's Diary" 624
(_Illustrations_ by J. L. WIMBUSH.)

NIGHT WITH THE THAMES POLICE, A 124
(_Illustrations_ by JOHN GÜLICH.)

NOTORIOUS MISS ANSTRUTHER, THE. By E. W. HORNUNG 466
(_Illustrations_ by W. S. STACEY.)

NOVELISTS, HOW THEY WRITE FOR THE PRESS 295

OLD STONE SIGNS OF LONDON 487
(_Written_ and _illustrated_ by C. B. B. BARRETT.)

ON THE STUMP FOR THE PUMP. By Sir WILFRID LAWSON 356
(_Illustrations_ by J. F. SULLIVAN, C. HARRISON, and from Photographs.)

ORCHIDS: FROM A POPULAR POINT OF VIEW 391
(_Illustrations_ by J. H. HIPSLEY.)

OUR MONEY MANUFACTORY 143
(_Illustrations_ by J. JOHNSON.)

OUT OF A PIONEER'S TRUNK. By BRET HARTE 571
(_Illustrations_ by A. PEARSE.)

PASTOR'S DAUGHTER, THE. From the German of JULIUS THEIS 539
(_Illustrations_ by A. PEARSE.)

PASSION IN THE DESERT, A. From the French of BALZAC 210
(_Illustrations_ by A. PEARSE.)

PICTURE-LETTER, A. By Sir EDWIN LANDSEER 334

PICTURES WITH HISTORIES 227, 335
(_Illustrations_ from pictures by REYNOLDS, GAINSBOROUGH, LANDSEER,
and E. T. PARRIS, and Drawings by ALAN WRIGHT.)

PIECE OF GOLD, THE. From the French of FRANÇOIS COPPÉE 308
(_Illustrations_ by J. FINNEMORE.)

PISTOL-SHOT, THE. From the Russian of ALEXANDER PUSHKIN 115
(_Illustrations_ by PAUL HARDY.)

PORTRAITS OF CELEBRITIES AT DIFFERENT TIMES OF THEIR LIVES:--

ALBANI, MADAME 597
ARGYLE, DUKE OF 280
BANCROFT, MR. AND MRS. 159
BARRETT, WILSON 512
BLACK, WILLIAM 282
BLACKIE, PROFESSOR 42
BRADLAUGH, CHARLES 376
CLARENCE AND AVONDALE, DUKE OF 594
EMPRESS OF GERMANY 279
FARJEON, B. L. 515
FIFE, DUCHESS OF 595
GEORGE, PRINCE 596
GLADSTONE, W. E 156
GRANVILLE, EARL 370
HAGGARD, H. RIDER 48
HARE, JOHN 158
HUXLEY, PROFESSOR 160
IRVING, HENRY 45
JANSEN, MISS AGNES 598
JOACHIM, HERR 516
JONES, HENRY A. 518
LANGTRY, MRS. 157
LUBBOCK, SIR J., BART. 47
MANNING, CARDINAL 154
MILLAIS, SIR JOHN E., BART. (R.A.) 372
PATTI, ADELINA 161
PETTITT, H. 377
PINERO, A. H. 517
PRINCESS BEATRICE 278
QUEEN, HER MAJESTY THE 277
RORKE, MISS MARY 517
RORKE, MISS KATE 593
RUSKIN, JOHN 155
SIMS, GEORGE R. 514
STANLEY, HENRY M. 284
SPURGEON, REV. C. H. 43
SWINBURNE, ALGERNON C. 46
TENNYSON, LORD 41
TERRISS, WILLIAM 375
TERRY, MISS ELLEN 44
TERRY, MISS MARION 374
TOOLE, J. L. 591
TREE, H. BEERBOHM 281
WALLIS, SIR PROVO 513
WATTS, G. F. (R.A.) 371
WEBSTER, SIR RICHARD 373
WILLARD, E. S. 592
WYNDHAM, CHARLES 283

POST OFFICE, HUMOURS OF THE. WITH FAC-SIMILES 520, 599

QUEEN OF SPADES, THE. From the Russian of ALEXANDER PUSHKIN 87
(Illustrated by PAUL HARDY.)

QUEEN'S FIRST BABY, THE 226

RYNARD GOLD REEF COMPANY, LIMITED. By WALTER BESANT 586
(_Illustrated_ by W. S. STACEY.)

SCENES OF THE SIEGE OF PARIS 31
1.--The Boy Spy. 2.--Belisaire's Prussian. From the French of
ALPHONSE DAUDET.
(_Illustrations_ by SIDNEY PAGET.)

SCIENCE, THE VOICE OF 312

SERMON BY CARDINAL MANNING, FAC-SIMILE NOTES OF A 84

SHAW, CAPTAIN 22

SILVER HARVEST, A 634
(_Written_ and _Illustrated_ by H. TUCK.)

SLAP-BANG. From the French of JULES CLARETIE 150
(_Illustrations_ by W. RAINEY.)

SMUGGLER, A FAIR 49

SNOWSTORM, THE. From the Russian of ALEXANDER PUSHKIN 258
(_Illustrations_ by PAUL HARDY.)

SPEECH BY JOHN BRIGHT, FAC-SIMILE OF NOTES OF A 206

SPIDER'S WEB, THE. From the French of JAQUES NORMAND 437
(_Illustrations_ by GORDON BROWNE, R.B.A.)

STATE OF THE LAW COURTS, THE 402, 531, 638
(_Illustrations_ by A. LUDOVICI.)

STONE-BREAKER, THE. From the French of QUATRELLES 328
(_Illustrations_ by ALAN W. WRIGHT.)

STORIES OF THE VICTORIA CROSS:
TOLD BY THOSE WHO HAVE WON IT. 286, 410, 547
(_Illustrations_ by HARRY PAYNE, SYDNEY PAGET, and W. B. WOLLEN, R.I.)

STORY OF THE STRAND, THE 4
(_Illustrations_ by G. C. HAITÉ.)

THAMES POLICE, A NIGHT WITH THE 124
(_Illustrations_ by JOHN GÜLICH.)

THING THAT GLISTENED, A. By F. R. STOCKTON 397
(_Illustrations_ by F. FELLER.)

THREE BIRDS ON A STILE. By B. L. FARJEON 612
(_Illustrations_ by GORDON BROWNE.)

TORTURE BY HOPE, A. From the French of VILLIERS DE L'ISLE-ADAM 559
(_Illustrations_ by PAUL HARDY.)

TREPPI, THE MAID OF 57

TWO FISHERS. From the French of GUY DE MAUPASSANT 343
(_Illustrations_ by LESLIE BROOKE.)

VICTORIA CROSS, STORIES OF THE 286, 410, 547

VOICE OF SCIENCE, THE. By A. CONAN DOYLE 312
(_Illustrations_ by W. S. STACEY.)

WALTZ IN FAUST, THE. By RICHARD DOWLING 382
(_Illustrations_ by ERNEST G. BEACH.)

UNWIN BROTHERS, PRINTERS, 27, PILGRIM STREET, LUDGALE HILL, E.C.

Transcriber's Notes:

Simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors were corrected.

Punctuation normalized.

Anachronistic and non-standard spellings retained as printed.

Italics markup is enclosed in _underscores_.

Maltese cross is indicated by [+].