ONCE upon a time there was a row in the Winnipeg city council and at the height of the confusion a worthy alderman leaped to his feet and, hoarse with emotion, shouted: “Get together fellows. Fer Gawd’s sake, let’s try to bring order out of ca-hoss!”By HOPKINS MOORHOUSE13 min
As the end of the year was drawing near there came a bad slump in business. Sales had seen poor for some re and much of the duct of the mines being stocked in warehouses. Buywere holding off contracts on the that there had over-production that prices would sure to be cut in order to clear off the large stock accumulations.By C. W. STEPHENS42 min
LENIX BALLISTER had spent a fevered, restless night. Sleep had, to express it in chat fagged-out negro’s own words, owl-eyed him sore plenty; sweet rest, instead of wrapping him in peaceful slumber, had perched on a branch of his conscience and grimaced at his sick soul.By ARCHIE P. McKISHNIE31 min
THERE is one heroine of Canadian fiction who will never be criticized as exotic or lacking in inspiration— the winsome, gingery, redheaded girl who grew up through “Anne of Green Gables,” “Anne of Avonlea,” “Anne of the Island” and blossomed into full womanhood two years ago in “Anne’s House of Dreams.”
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