March 1, 1917

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Jordan is a Hard Road

THEY said that he would yet return to the enticing dangers of crime, as a red man educated at Harvard or Oxford returned at last to the Sun Dance and the greasy-haired women of his tribe. But others again pointed to the fact that in his most criminal days he always carried and read his Bible, while never pretending to be anything but what he really was. By Sir Gilbert Parker34 min

The Rabbit Revolution

THE SUN fell, like a golden orange, into the maw of the white-toothed Cordilleras. A night-mist, flat and sinuous; as a snake, crept along the low and alluvial shore-line. The sea, churned by the screw of the coaster, showed phosphorescent in the steamer’s wake. By Adam Barnhart Brown17 min

Records of Success

Jonathan and I

SPRINGTIME is here, and the other day we, Jonathan and I, slipped away from the work-a-day world and lost ourselves from early morning until the little stars came out in a lilac and daffodil sky. “Once again, dearie,” smiled Jonathan at my gate, where the lilacs are budding and the long rows of jonquils are yellow at Caesar's gold, “once again.” By Eric A. Darling12 min

The Guile of Ulysses

DEACON PULLEN was mad; in fact, he was mad clean through. As he drove up the broad driveway that circled in front of John Dalrymple's cottage, he was muttering to himself and his red whiskers seemed to be bristling with rage. He found old John sitting in an easy chair on the verandah and was so full of his grievance that he hardly took the trouble to be polite to the fine-looking old gentleman who rose somewhat stiffly to welcome him and invite him into the house. By Peter McArthur12 min