Work, Wait, Win. By Ruth Lamb. (Nisbet and Co.)—A pleasant,
wholesome story, which per haps would have been better told in the third person. John Simpson finds at the age of six- teen that he has just £500 in the world, his father having lost in speculation the property to which he had naturally looked forward. He faces the facts, gets a place at a railway-station as ticket-clerk, rises in process of time till he becomes station- master, and—but why pursue the story ? Our readers will not find the time unpleasantly spent, if they discover the end for themselves. We may tell them that there is a wealthy old cousin, a single old lady of eccentric ways, somewhat caricatured, by-the- way, we think. With such a dea ex nvschind at hand, it is possible that things turn out well.