APRIL FOOLS
By M.E. Francis The late spring dusk had at length fallen; the horses had been…
THROUGH THE COTTAGE WINDOW
By M.E. Francis The gable end of the cottage faced the shore, and I first…
A PRISONER OF WAR
By M.E. Francis It is nearly a hundred years ago now since that golden October…
LADY LUCY
By M.E. Francis John Cotley closed his account-book—blotting the last entry carefully, for he was…
THE RULES O’ THE HOUSE
By M.E. Francis Jinny Whiteside had kept herself without being beholden to anybody since she…
THE MISSUS’S CHAIR
By M.E. Francis When the congregation of St Mary’s Church, Thornleigh, came gaily forth on…
FARMER BARNES’ DILEMMA
By M.E. Francis Farmer Barnes stirred his tea vigorously and continuously for some minutes, raised…
HOW NED BLANCHARD EMIGRATED
By M.E. Francis Alice Blanchard was wheeling the perambulator slowly along the most rutty curve…
ONE ANOTHER’S BURDENS
By M.E. Francis Old Mrs Spencer picked her way daintily along the path which led…
ANN-CAR’LINE
By M.E. Francis Lambing time is a very important epoch to farming folk, and particularly…