NINE ILLUSTRATIONS
BY FRED BARNARD

At such times, or when the shouts of straggling brawlers met her ear, the Bowyer's daughter would look timidly back at Hugh, beseeching him to draw nearer.—Master Humphrey's Clock, chap. i.

As he sat upon a low seat beside my wife, I would peer at him for hours together from behind a tree.—Master Humphrey's Clock, chap. ii.

"Vith these vords he rushes into the shop, breaks the dummy's nose with a blow of his curlin'-irons, melts him down at the parlour fire, and never smiles afterwards."—Master Humphrey's Clock, chap. v.