February 1, 1919

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WANTED—A NATIONAL POLICY

THREE things perience in come my to railroad my exmind in these days when “reconstruction” policies are the talk of every smoking room. The first of these is the story of a wealthy old lumberman who was seized with a fancy to build a line of railway through his timber limits. By SIR GEORGE BURY13 min

THE STRANGE ADVENTURE of the THUMB-TAP CLUE

I WAS being followed. Of that there was no longer a shadow of doubt. Move by move and turn by turn, for even longer than I had been openly aware of it, some one had been quietly shadowing me. Now, if one thing more than another stirs the blood of the man who has occasion to walk by night, it is the discovery that his steps are being dogged. By ARTHUR STRINGER37 min

SATURDAY’S CHILD

I AM beginning with Miss Fothergill because, while she is not the heroine, she happens te come first in the story. Of all the girls in Dean College, Miss Fothergill possessed perhaps the largest proportion of what a well-known playwright describes as “that dem’ charm.” By MARY E. LOWREY29 min

OLD TIMES in CANADA

A FEW miles north of Oshawa, Ontario, there is a village called Columbus, named after a foreigner who went through the motions of discovering America. A mile west of Columbus there used to stand a nameless hamlet of fifteen or twenty houses, clustered about an old red woolen mill. By WALT MASON11 min

The CAMPAIGN AGAINST BRITAIN

PEACE was not one month old before many of us, who have given every moment of our time since the war began to combat and defeat German propaganda, became conscious of a subtle and subterraneous influence running insidiously under cover of innuendo and rumor, like the red line of a prairie fire ready to fan to flame on the first whiff of wind. By AGNES C. LAUT11 min

THE THREE SAPPHIRES

LORD VICTOR, who had sprung to his feet, with a gasping cry at the girl’s appearance, stood limp with apprehension, his mind, so much of a boy’s mind, casting about futilely for some plan to help her, for there was dread in her face, and, like a boy’s mind, his found the solution of the difficulty in a trick, just such a trick as a schoolboy would pitch upon. By W. A. FRASER29 min

Lend Me Your TITLE

"KITTY!.....Is it truly you!” “Go on, Hawley, without me. —Er— no—I’ll finish another time. Kitty, do you know I—” “Why haven’t I been around lately? Well, I like that, after the message you sent me by your mother.” “What! You n—I knew — just fairly knew you weren’t responsible for all that dashed snubbing. By ONOTO WANTANNA23 min