_Bridget Considine_ (BELL) is a pleasant story with something very agreeable in its quality, which however I find hard to define. Miss MARY CROSBIE has certainly a pretty gift for characterization, and this no doubt accounts for a good deal of the charm; the rest is largely a matter of atmosphere. The characters in the story whom you will most remember are _Bridget_ herself and her father. The last especially is a continuous joy--a man who in his journey through life had taken instinctively the manner and aspect of a class to which he did not belong; a decayed gentleman without ever having been gentle except in mind; a needy adventurer without the spirit for adventure. Dragged up at the slip-shod heels of such a parent, supporting herself with romantic dreams when other nourishment failed, _Bridget_ grew to young womanhood the very type, one would say, of the _Cinderella_ to be rescued from poverty by a suitable _Prince Charming_. Thus when a combination of accidents thrusts her, as secretary-companion, into the society of _Hugh Delmege_, a budding politician, you will perhaps excusably plume yourself upon seeing the rest of the tale beforehand. If so, you will, as a matter of fact, be entirely wrong. _Hugh_ and _Bridget_ become engaged, certainly, but----. There is much virtue in that "but," the virtue of an unusual and convincing end to a story that has many charms, not the least of them being its humour. Yes, I certainly liked _Bridget Considine_ well enough to wish for more from the same pen. Its motto, "Candidates for Humanity," is well chosen. * * * * *