MURRAY BISHOP climbed thoughtfully into his car, stopping forty seconds later at the Diodoro. Miss Butterworth was on the balcony outside her room, and thither with all the insouciance of youth he penetrated at once. "How did you get here?” she said severely.By ALAN SULLIVAN32 min
I WOULDN’T do that, Braybone, if I were you.” As he said this, James Graunt ceased drawing with his charcoal pencil and eyed Clive Braybone, his head half turned so that his quick, dark eyes could take in every detail of the man he was sketching.By JEFFERSON CRALLE25 min
A MILE or so south of Aurora and twenty-odd miles north of Toronto, a rough farm lane leads to an unpretentious white-plastered farmhouse. Its surroundings are plain and simple, but a certain carefulness of upkeep, generally impossible on the ordinary farm, marks the place as the home of someone not actively engaged in the business of farming.By E. C. DRURY22 min
MADAME! MADAME!” cried old Stepan, panting up the slope. “M'sieu Claude est arrivé!" The tall, dauntless woman superintending the laying out of a young orchard turned sharply, and an unexpected eagerness softened her weather-scarred face.By BENGE ATLEE21 min
JIMMY MEADOWS, contract jockey for the Tremayne stable, was driving back to his hotel in downtown Toronto from an all-night poker session. As he turned out of Moorlands Park, where he had ridden three winners on the previous afternoon, the lamps of his coupé flashed upon a big car drawn up outside the gate reserved for the admission of owners and employees.By H. M. BLAKE19 min
PELEG FILLER was washing his breakfast dishes, and he disliked the task. The water was too hot for his fingers and he was awkward. It was Sunday morning though, and he wanted to have things clean when Mary, his wife, came home. Crash! A blue platter slipped from his grasp and was shattered on the floor.By WILL R. BIRD19 min
THE RAISING of beef cattle always has been, and always will be, a very important industry in the Canadian Northwest. As the population of the Dominion increases, the more important will this industry become. Beef-cattle raising was the pioneer business of the plains and foothill country of the Canadian Northwest before grain and mixed farming commenced.By GUY WEADICK14 min
A HUNDRED years ago, when a farmer’s hogs died of the cholera, instead of hiring a veterinary he looked around for a witch to burn. We laugh at this now, but human beings have a seemingly incurable habit of ascribing to some malign outside influence the evils which are brought upon them by their own ignorance.By A. B. CONWAY12 min
yOU’VE GOT to have an incentive for successful exercise. In school and college it’s fame, love of “dear old—” or the privilege of wearing a letter on your chest. That famous schoolmaster, Ichabod Crane, had another sort of incentive when he forced his attenuated shanks to do a mile in about “nothing flat” after the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow had rudely hurled his gleaming head at the poor man.By Hugh Grant Rowell10 min
IT’S A solid city.” The politician who made this observation about Saint John, New Brunswick, wasn’t angling for votes. He was a British politician and, being blunt, he said it because he meant it. He stood on the crest of old Fort Howe and looked out over the panorama.By C. W. GILCHRIST9 min
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