A HANSOM cab, somewhat woebegone in appearance, threaded its way in a curiously dejected manner through the heart of New York’s East Side. A fine drizzle fell through which the street lamps showed as through a mist; and, with the pavements slippery, the emaciated-looking horse, the shafts jerking and lifting up at intervals around its ears, appeared hard put to it to preserve its footing.By FRANK L. PACKARD66 min
CHRISTMAS week had arrived and now we were off for the New Year’s dance to be held at Fort Consolation. Instead of travelling round three sides of an oblong as we had done to reach Oo-koo-hoo’s hunting ground by canoe, we now, travelling on snowshoes, cut across country, over hill and valley, lake and river, in a south-easterly direction, until we struck Caribou River, and then turned toward White River and finally arrived at God’s Lake.By ARTHUR HEMING35 min
ALTHOUGH May had come and the poplar-blanketed banks of the Peace were stippled with the green of bursting foliage, a cold wind swept the river and sighed around the tiny pilot-house of the “D. A. Thomas,” southward bound to The Crossing. It was the first trip of the year for the staunch little steamer and even yet, in land-locked eddies, the ice of northern winter floated in sugary islands, wasting but slowly in the short warmth of noonday.By H. B. MCKINNON7 min
POLITICS in Canada wax warm when the general elections are on, but the average man is fairly sane the rest of the time. At Ottawa, however, especially during the sessions of Parliament, the air fairly seethes with party argumentation. There, of course, the raw material for the next campaign is always being made.By COLONEL GEORGE H. HAM34 min
STANDING for a moment of back-straightening relaxation, hands on hips, before the door of her modest pension, Mrs. Henry Alfred Briggs nodded towards the neat electric coupé by the curb. “He’s up with the queer toff in Number Thirteen now,” she told her neighbor, Mrs. Dancey.By LESLIE GORDON BARNARD29 min
JACK TURNER, lieutenant in the-battalion, Canadian Expeditionary Force, stood at the cross-roads of the tiny Belgian village of La Clytte. Amid the roar of transport wagons, motorcycles and ambulances he stood to one side of the road, ankle deep in mud, and scratched his head.By R. T. M. SCOTT24 min
A DISCUSSION which has been proceeding in Ontario financial circles of late is so fundamental in its origin as to be of interest to the whole Dominion. This has to do with sources of capital for loan companies, to be used by them for investment in mortgages.
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