WHAT’S HAPPENED SO FAR.—It is the year 1823. Ovington, an aggressive banker, is promoting one of the earliest steam railroads. He faces two problems, his son Clement, who dislikes the bank, and Squire Griffin, who is antagonistic to the railroad project, and is using every influence to prevent it going over his land.By STANLEY J. WEYMAN51 min
DAVID ANSTRUTHER had gone to South America in search of “atmosphere.” He wanted to feel the effect of sunlight and shadow on casas whose exquisite symmetry of line was expressed in pink and blue plaster; he wanted to drink in the witchery of moonbeams flung across some palm-fringed avenida; he wanted to thrill under the gaze of languorous black eyes rimmed above that most dangerous of weapons—a Spanish woman’s fan.By MADGE MACBETH28 min
SHERRIN’S office windows look down on the Galata wharf and out across the Inlet to where the Capilano range stands like a Hadrian’s wall against the impetuous assault of the north wind. Sometimes when Sherrin grows tired of dealing with bills of lading, charters, shippers’ complaints, all the endless minutiae of a coastwise shipping business, it is a relief to sit back and look out at that chain of mountains lifting across the harbor, running east and west for many miles, shading from green terraces behind the houses on the North Shore to mistypurple summits capped with snow, where fluffs of cloud drifted lazily above deep, glacial abysses.By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR26 min
IT WAS forty-five degrees below zero, in the forests beyond Temagami. Only a great pile of wood in the shack stood between its one inhabitant and a hitter death from cold. Twenty miles in a bush piled high with five feet of snow, the man was as isolated as though he were the last man living on the globe.By J. L. RUTLEDGE24 min
BLAIR STEVENS felt that Henderson’s eyes were looking right through him—that, indeed, there might have been only space between the manager and the door by which the salesman had entered a few moments ago. “I’ll send Parkins,” said Henderson, turning to the well-groomed, slightly corpulent figure of President Burley.By LESLIE GORDON BARNARD23 min
OFF the wave-washed east coast of England and amid the driving rain of cold November night a dim light rises and falls, glows and disappears. A small boat lies on the shore and men roll small kegs from the boat to an antique waggon. The men wear glazed top hats, striped jerseys, bell-bottomed trousers and whiskers.By A. INNES MacKENZIE20 min
I CALL it “circuit riding” because primarily the motive animating the old circuit rider and the modern Chautauqua entertainer is the same—to take the message to the door of the outlying population, which the agencies of the city never reach.By AGNES C. LAUT17 min
THE flapper is still very much to the fore in the magazines and daily papers, and although the term originally meant those of sub-deb age it would now seem to include girls up to twenty. As a subject of discussion the flapper holds her own against the counter attractions of the Genoa Conference, the Hollywood Movie colony, Spiritism, radio, psycho-analysis, futurist pictures and vers libre.By GERTRUDE E. S. PRINGLE12 min
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