THE STOLEN BACILLUS
By H.B Marriott Watson “THIS again,” said the Bacteriologist, slipping a glass slide under the…
THE SQUIRE OF DAMES.’
BY MARRIOTT WATSON. THE BABY. I THINK I had forgotten that it was Bank Holiday…
THE SHADOW ON THE YEAR
By H.B Marriot Watson THERE comes a day in the autumn season, and somewhere, I…
THE ROSE OF THE MORNING’
By H.B Marriot Watson TO-DAY the Spring is in my heart—the Spring and its roses.…
THE NAIAD
By H. B. Marriott Watson WAS ever woman in so distressful a case?’ she cried,…
THE MERRY COMPANY
By H. B. Marriott Watson WE are met with a merry company at our elbows,…
THE MAZE
By H.B. Marriott Watson WE waited till she had passed between the narrow walls of…
THE MAN IN BLACK
By H.B Marriot Watson It was after the affair of the King’s treasure that there…
THE LOTOS SHORE
By H. B. Marriott Watson FAR lovelier than the vale in Ida reaches this valley…
THE TEMPTATION OF HARRINGAY
By H.B Marriot Watson IT is quite impossible to say whether this thing really happened.…