HILLBRIGHT, oil-king and oil-prospector, turned from the pleasant retrospect of a forest of “chugging” derricks to let his probing eyes rest on Whipple, who had just told him some uncomplimenary things about himself. “Joel,” he said, quietly.By ARCHIE P. McKISHNIE18 min
IF anywhere in "the forest primeval" there still linger the demons of ancient myth, the unhappy sprite bound up in cordwood fuel must have found along the line of the Lake Minnitaki Spur a congenial home. Cordwood was the alpha and omega, likewise the iota and kappa, of the spur.By HUGH KENNEDY17 min
IT HAPPENS every day, and so one pays very little attention. May be it is the butter, or perhaps the slice of bread alongside one's plate. Or else, quite possibly, it is the milk in the pitcher. But, whatever it is that attracts the omnipresent fly, its appearance, as it crawls over the food on the table, is unappetizing.By ROBERT FRANKLIN15 min
OF ALL diplomatic posts I have often thought the pleasantest in most ways and the most exacting in some is that of American Ambassador to the Court of St. James. Whoever holds it gets infiinitely nearer to the realities of English life than the representative of any other country.By SIDNEY BROOKS13 min
"WHEN sparrows build and the leaves break forth, my old sorrow wakes and cries," and I know that I have once more to go out into this weary, beautiful, expensive world, and find a place wherein to spend the months that nature and New York have made intolerable in town.By GRACE GRAHAM13 min
IF YOU wish to experience every degree of lassitude, apathy and general indifference except in one respect, take a long journey by rail; nothing seems to breed ennui like the atmosphere of a railway carriage. A few hours in the train may be enjoyed, but with most travelers it is not long before the lethargic condition is reached and then the only thing of interest is—the journey’s end.By JOSEPH WEARING12 min
THE Jepsons had finished their evening meal and Mr. Jepson, paper in hand, was comfortably seated in his armchair toasting his slippered feet before the crackling fire. He did not look, however, as a domesticated and thoroughly contented young husband should look.By ELIZABETH L. HASKELL12 min
EVERY time the fire is shaken and replenished with coal, or the dusty ashes are removed from the grate, a great cry of human discontent arises in the land, and an old protest is recorded anew against one of those “necessary evils” of which there seems to be no end.By GEO. ETHELBERT WALSH12 min
THE man paused at the gangway. "Two," he said shortly, presenting his pass. The purser nodded and the man sauntered across the gangplank. The girl turned and faced him. “Why did you do that?” she demanded curtly. The man shrugged his shoulders.By H. GRAHAM STARR12 min
NORWAY HOUSE—Once it was a name to conjure with, the seat of an Empire where a man of Napoleonic bearing dictated to an army of servants in every part of Canada. When Lord Selkirk conceived and partially carried out his scheme of colonizing the Red River country in 1811 and the succeeding years all his emigrants passed through Norway House on their heartbreaking trip of seven hundred miles from York Factory to what is now Winnipeg.By GEORGE FISHER CHIPMAN11 min
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