THREE men huddled together in a bit of shrub that only vaguely hid them from the German flares; that protected them not at all from the screaming shells overhead. At their feet a body apparently dead. They were two Englishmen, one of whom spoke with the accents of a gentleman, the other a Frenchman, who also spoke English, like his native tongue.By FRANK L. PACKARD63 min
"A FACT pointing in a certain direction is just a fact:two pointing in the same direction become a coincidence: three—and you begin to get into the regions of certainty. But you must be very sure of your facts.” Thus ran Ronald Standish’s favourite dictum; and it was the astonishing skill with which he seemed to be able to sort out the facts that mattered from the mass of irrelevant detail, and having sorted them out to interpret them correctly, that had earned him his reputation as a detective of quite unusual ability.By “SAPPER”—H. C. McNEILE45 min
A KEEN banker, like a good physician, must essentially be a student of humanity. While it is his privilege to probe and dissect his clients, his duty is to keep their secrets inviolate. An Irish setter, that most headstrong, most iron-willed of all hunting dogs, broken to implicit obedience by the quirt, has nothing on the man whose fingers feel the pulse of the erratic patient, Finance, with diplomatic finesse and discretion.By ARCHIE P. McKISHNIE30 min
MY NEXT powwow among the Crees was held on the Piapot Reserve in the historic Qu’Appelle Valley of Saskatchewan. It was presided over by Chief Masqua, a fine old fellow of sixty-seven winters. Chief Masqua could trace the ancestry of his people through his “five fathers;” that is, through his father who died at 80, his grandfather who died at 120, his great-grandfather who died at 120, his great-great-grandfather who died at 124 and his great-great-great-grandfather who died at 140 years of age.By CHIEF BUFFALO CHILD LONG LANCE22 min
IT WAS just after the newspapers had published the cabled information of the disbanding of the Irish regiments following the Anglo-Irish settlement, that a defective water tap sent me to the basement of the Beachcrest Apartments in search of Mr. Michael O’Halloran.By DOUGLAS EPPES18 min
"ONWARD methinks but melancholy slow.” When Goldsmith framed these words he little thought he was describing the opening weeks of the present session of the Canadian Parliament. Young Mr. King half-kept his promise to his Progressive friends.By J. K. MUNRO15 min
Question—Alice, N. S.—I wonder if you would help me? I own a house and eight acres of land in a Nova Scotia town of 5,000 people. I cannot live alone—this makes an alien of me. All the desirable kind of people seem to own their own homes. I am desirous of getting in touch with two middle-aged women, preferably nurses or teachers, who would invest fifteen to twenty-five hundred dollars in a poultry, small fruit and possibly black fox farm.By EDWINA SETON7 min
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