MY HUSBAND was the son of Joseph Dixon Asquith, a cloth merchant in Morley—at that time a small town outside Leeds. He was a man of high character who held Bible classes for young men. He married a daughter of William Willans, of Huddersfield, who sprang of an old Yorkshire Puritan stock.By MARGOT ASQUITH10 min
SNOW had fallen intermittently but heavily during the past three days; the ground was thickly covered with it; at four o’clock this December afternoon the man who had charge of the weather factory snow department had decided to call it a day, so he switched off the snow tap, switched on zero winds, and went off home for the night to wife and kids.By C. W. STEPHENS36 min
THE weird exclamation seemed to issue from nowwherein particular, but issue it did nevertheless, raucous and defiant: “T-r-r-r-uck! Er-r-her-r-r-r tr-r-r-r-uck!” Somewhere, sometime I had heard a cry like that before, but never, never in the heart of a Christmas shopping The brunette behind the show-case looked over at me, mild suspicion in her hazel eyes.By CHARLES CHRISTOPHER JENKINS9 min
INTO the grey cold light of a merciless early winter morning, from the steps of a Pullman stepped one and another of last night’s travellers. Women most of them, half buried in furs; only a few of them showing signs of the difficulties that a rolling, swaying Pullman offers in the performance of one’s toilette.By GERTRUDE ARNOLD33 min
IT WAS only half past five, yet it was dark, for it was late November and cold with the damp biting chill of winter rain. The little county town of Birkenhead, just fifty miles north of Toronto, had turned on its street lights. The few people abroad shivered, turned up their collars, and stepped out briskly as "they came out of store or office.By F. B. M. COLLIER27 min
UNIVERSITIES established throughout the Dominion each year turn out their quota of trained men and women to engage in the professions, the arts, skilled trades, mining and even domestic pursuits. But for the training of her sons and daughters in the biggest business she has to-day and the business of the most stupendous proportions she will perhaps have for all time to come—the business of handling grain—Canada has no halls of learning and no grave-faced professors to teach the young idea how to do it.By NICHOLAS NORTH9 min
THESE are the magic words which fire the imagination with visions of camp-fires and caches and Indian Missions and bears and trappers, overshot with nights of stars and shooting northern lights. The magnetic North, land of mystery and romance!By NELLIE L. McCLUNG23 min
THE schooner Silver Queen, Skipper Ambrose Loveday, was in serious trouble. Leading the van as usual of a great Labrador fleet of nearly a hundred vessels bound north for the summer fishery, she had been the first in thick fog to run up against the heavy arctic ice field, which a sudden change to a strong north-easterly wind was driving rapidly in upon the coast.By DR. WILFRED T. GRENFELL19 min
WHEN my hair was lighter but not so gray, and a great deal thicker than it is now, Christmas-tide was the greatest and the happiest time of all the year. We kids counted the days for a month or six weeks before the Day of Days, and were filled with pleasant anticipation of the coming glorious event, which, it was conveyed to our infantile minds, meant “Peace on Earth, Good Will to All Men.”By COL. GEORGE H. HAM16 min
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