March 1, 1920

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THE THREAD of FLAME

WELL, standing somewhere in the neighborhood of Eighth Street and Eighth Avenue I turned this over in my mind, considering its advisability. I was not what would be called a praying man. As to that I had not prayed in years. I had sometimes told myself that I didn’t know what prayer was, that its appeal seemed to me illogical. By BASIL KING34 min

SPANISH DOUBLOONS

NEXT morning I came out of the hut in time to see Mr. Shaw and his companions in duress led forth from the sleeping quarters which they had shared with their captors. They were moored as before to a palm tree, by a rope having a play of two or three feet, and their hands unbound while they made a hasty breakfast under the eye of a watchful sentinel. By CAMILLA KENYON28 min

One Must Not Forget the Almanac

IT is a dismal room on the second floor of a— but no, let us not start off so carelessly as that. Let us begin sympathetically and come to understand something about the artist whose studio in Lower Bermondsey we were about to violate. Withdrawing quietly, for we are ever unseen, we peep in. By E. LLEWELLYN HUGHES16 min

WOMEN AND THEIR WORK

The Big Sister Movement

A PUBLIC Health Nurse ’phoned the office of the Big Sisters’ Association. “I have just left a home,” she said, "where the mother died this morning leaving a little fourteen-year-old girl, and a husband who is the girl’s step-father. The step-father doesn’t want her, and the girl doesn’t want to stay with him. By ETHEL M. CHAPMAN11 min

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