THE hands of the little clock under its tiny electric bulb beside the speedometer pointed 2.40. At 3.45 Slipper Dagg and his men would be putting out to sea. Fastest going by the shortest route to the rendezvous mentioned by Pomereski would eat up at least three-quarters of an hour.By HERBERT HOPKINS MOORHOUSE52 min
PETER insisted that the trip didn’t really start until we were in Montreal, and seeing that nothing untoward happened from Toronto to Montreal and everything on the calendar happened after we arrived there, I guess he wins. Of course he puts the blame on me, but if his memory and a sieve weren’t twins in regard to their retentive powers, we wouldn’t have got off to a bad start.By NORMA PHILLIPS MUIR27 min
SHELAGH MORAN breathed a little sigh cf contented relief as she slipped into the chair before her desk. The sense of “hominess” was luxurious after the unsettled existence Terence, Paddy and she had lived since they had been driven from the old home of the Morans by the chaos which had seized Ireland.By ALLAN SWINTON27 min
AND now Old Plump was to go. There had been many changes in the sales force throughout the years, but Old Plump was a fixture. He had done his work quietly, effectively, oftentimes sensationally, these many years. His territory had been the model by which younger men planned their efforts and to which the management had over and over again pointed as an example of what conscientious effort and consistent work could accomplish.By ARTHUR H. DEUTE23 min
IT WAS not an attractive window. It was small, and dimmed with years of dust and soot and greasy London fog, and the view from it was of a blank brick wall, a corner of slate roof, and a patch of sky which sometimes was blue, but to-day was pale with rain.By NORMAN REILLY RAINE23 min
TWENTY years ago, on a memorable May afternoon, 75,000 Athenians and their guests sat expectantly in the Greek stadium at Athens. For over two hours fifty-four runners, representing nearly all the nations of the world, had been steadily pounding their way along the strenuous twenty-five mile course from Marathon to the Grecian capital.By H. H. ROXBOROUGH20 min
MRS. EDGERTON stood looking in at the window in which something new in electric ranges was being demonstrated. It was January, and cold. Too cold for her tight little suit of navy blue serge and her black cotton stockings. Unreasonable for her shabby blue hat with a red wing, for her patched button shoes.By N. DE BERTRAND LUGRIN18 min
THE Customs Inquiry began quite frankly on the note of farce. We had the Hon. George Boivin, Minister of Customs, official guardian of the customs revenues, official sentinel against smuggling, savagely cross-examining R. P. Sparks, President of the Commercial Protective Association, whose sole interest in the business was to guard the customs revenues and put a stop to smuggling.By ALBERT R. CARMAN11 min
IN A way it is a good sign nowadays, I think, that there are so many bare floors in newly-furnished homes. People are willing to stand the bareness, even the cold of them for a period, in order to afford at last the right floor-covering. The terrible doctrine of expediency with which modest homes have sometimes been “temporarily” dressed underfoot, seems to have no allure for the age of hardwood.By ANNE ELIZABETH WILSON10 min
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