INSPECTOR FRAWLEY, of the Canadian Secret Service, stood at attention, waiting until the scratch of a pen should cease throughout the dim, spacious office and the Honorable Secretary of Justice should acquaint him with his desires. “Well, Inspector, you returned this morning?” said the Secretary.By Owen Johnson28 min
THE AMERICAN FLEET AT BREMERTON. B. Dale.—Westward Ho I THE PAGEANT OF THE SHIPS. D. S. Jordan. —Pacific Monthly. THE BATTLE OF DORKING. Maj.-Gen. T. McA. Anderson.—Pacific Monthly. IF WAR SHOULD COME. Capt. R. P. Hobson. —Cosmopolitan.
THE representatives of so many different nationalities landing in America in hordes vaster, than those of the barbarians who from the north crossed the Alps into Italy, have accepted the Anglo-Saxon with a celerity and avidity which makes almost a complete reversal of the confusion of tongues.By Agnes Deans Cameron17 min
IT is a wonderful fact that throughout the vast prairie lands of Canada and throughout the length and breadth of the unorganized Territories that stretch from the shores of Hudson’s Bay to the boundary of Alaska, life and property are as safe as in any city of the realm, and law and order just as efficiently enforced.
IT was that delicious half-hour after the paper had gone to press. The news staff lounged around in easy attitudes. To-day’s paper was a thing of the past and to-morrow a long way off. The knife-hacked table was littered with a debris of proofs, clippings and discarded copy which no one offered to clear away.By F. H. Dobbin13 min
SPRINGDALE was a small but happy village. It had no electric cars or gas lamps and cabs were but dreams. It had but one street which entered the village and switched off into the open country. When, one day, Erastus Smith, by some strange accident or other, fell into Springdale, he liked the look of the place.By Thomas H. Curry12 min
AMABEL sat with her chin on her hand, wondering if it was a dream. Only last night it had all been so different. She had sat down to her lonely tea in her usual apathetic mood; she had read the newspaper, propped up against the teapot, from cover to cover; and then her glance had fallen on the agony column; and she had read, with overwhelming surprise, “If Amabel, daughter of the late Edmond Royce, of Saxhampton, will communicate with the undersigned, she may hear of something to her advantage.By Gertrude M. Foxe10 min
FROM time almost immemorial, the social question of Capital and Labor has been the subject of deep thought in the commercial and industrial world. Governments have attempted to pass legislation in hope of effecting its satisfactory solution.By Fred C. Lariviere10 min
JEWELS, wealth, luxury, pomp and regal state—such is the picture we are prone to frame of India’s native rulers. Yet this is not by any means a complete representation. The Indian raja who wears the gem-decked turban of sovereignty bears no light burden if he wears it conscientiously.By Dr. A. V. W. Jackson10 min
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