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FEBRUARY, 1891.
The Pistol Shot.
A Night with the Thames Police.
The Maid of Treppi.
Our Money Manufactory.
Slap-Bang.
Portraits of Celebrities at different times of their Lives.
Letters from Artists on Ladies' Dress.
How the Redoubt was Taken.
Actors' Dressing Rooms.
The Minister's Crime.
At the Children's Hospital.
Fac-simile of the Notes of a Speech by John Bright.
A Passion in the Desert.
Barak Hageb and His Wives
From the Russian of Alexander Pushkin.
E were stationed at the littlevillage of Z. The life of anofficer in the army is wellknown. Drill and the ridingschool in the morning; dinnerwith the colonel or at theJewish restaurant; and in the eveningpunch and cards.
At Z. nobody kept open house, andthere was no girl that anyone could thinkof marrying. We used to meet at eachother's rooms, where we never saw anythingbut one another's uniforms. There wasonly one man among us who did not belongto the regiment. He was about thirty-five,and, of course, we looked upon him as anold fellow. He had the advantage ofexperience, and hishabitual gloom,stern features, andhis sharp tonguegave him greatinfluence over hisjuniors. He wassurrounded by acertain mystery.His looks wereRussian, but hisname was foreign.He had served inthe Hussars, andwith credit. Noone knew whathad induced himto retire and settlein this out of theway little village,where he lived inmingled poverty andextravagance. He alwayswent on foot, andwore a shabby blackcoat. But he was always readyto receive any of our officers;and, though his dinners,