September 1, 1926

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Grain

WHEN the threshing season was finished Gander went back to his father’s farm with a pocketful of money and a promise from Bill Powers of a raise in wages next year. The crop had been light, and, even though the threshing gangs had been somewhat shorthanded, or, to be more exact, had consisted of a larger proportion of boys and youths that usual, the “run” was completed by the time the first snow was flying in November. By Robert Stead46 min

A-HUNTING SHE MUST GO

She spent her last cent giving the lilies of the field a jolt; she planted herself invitingly in an expensive suite in an exclusive hotel; she applied herself to vamping with a skill that would have made a Cleopatraenvious, and yet—he wouldn't hite. Small wonder that Mary Chipman’s discovery of the reason for her failure makes a capital climax for this story of the girl who wanted to scream at the moon. By BEATRICE REDPATH31 min

DRUMS IN THE NIGHT

SHE found herself suddenly alert, though with no idea what had awakened her. The African night was black and sultry. Tanged with wood-smoke, the heavy odors of a thousand blossoms drifted through the unglazed window. Strangely, the night-things chorus now was hushed. By ALLAN SWINTON28 min

THE HULK

SO THE Nereid came in to port. Steam had not killed her—yet. But it had hurt her, mortally. She might linger on, through trades and occupations woefully unfitted for the smartest clipper of a smart run, but she was doomed. And the men who worked her up the bay and into dock knew it. By CAPTAIN DINGLE25 min

Fisherman, Spare that Fish!

THE autumn moon, like a balloon of cold fire, has soared above the barrier of sawtooth peaks away at the head of the narrow valley. Along the mountain stream the long shadows of the evergreens reach over the surface like palsied fingers clutching vainly at the flowing water. By HUBERT EVANS18 min

SILENCE IS GOLDEN

MR. DARDEN PIMPLETON, live wire sellingagent for the Dambada Radio Company, was closing his rosewood desk for the day, when a long, sinister shadow reached like the ebony finger of Fate across the room and clutched at a pile of neatly bound contracts gleaming whitely up from its polished surface. By ARCHIE P. McKISHNIE18 min

THE HICK MYTH

THIS is the official history of a great expedition which failed miserably. Its lengthy study of all parts of the Dominion revealed only one useful piece of information. It established definitely the fact that the agricultural districts of this country have long been libelled. By JAMES A. COWAN17 min

THE ISSUES AS I SEE THEM

A statement from the leader of the Liberal Party, drawn from his initial campaign pronouncement at Ottawa, outlining the position on which he bases his case for election to the Prime Minister s seat. By W. L. MACKENZIE KING13 min

The Home Beautiful

BEAUTIFYING THE HOME WITH PICTURES

IDEAS concerning the mission of pictures in the home have changed considerably during the past fifteen or twenty years. It is neither an aspersion upon another generation nor an exaggeration to say that, during the last century, the acquisition of pictures was often regarded in much the same light as the "collecting" of cut glass, for both glass and pictures were displayed on much the same principle. By ANNE ELIZABETH WILSON10 min

Building a Better North-West

SOME years ago, when the United Farm Women’s Association of Alberta was in its infancy, its members were gathered in convention in Calgary. A question arose regarding the social life of the farmer and his family, as to whether it was possible to do anything to combat the loneliness, the solitude of people who lived in isolated parts of the province. By C. B. ROBERTSON9 min

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