IN THE quaint, old-fashioned city of Victoria, founded by the Hudson’s Traders nearly a hundred years ago, the oaks and maples have been permitted to stand in undisciplined splendor. Holly and privet and laurel hedges all the gardens. And groves of purple and white lilac, laburnum and acacia like beneficent goddesses swing the censers of their perfume through the summer air.By N. deBERTRAND LUGRIN127 min
THE hunting crop in Barlow’s hand crashed upon the thick head of Hunsa in ready answer to the appeal. And as the sahib threw himself from the saddle the jamadar, with a snarl like a wounded tiger, dropped the girl and, whirling, grappled with the Englishman.By W. A. FRASER46 min
UNUSUAL commotion below stairs awakened Josephine Stone at a very early hour the morning following the storm. She arose and opened the door to listen. Mrs. Johnson, fully dressed, came down the hall. "Oh, are you getting up, Josephine?" she greeted.By CHARLES CHRISTOPHER JENKINS38 min
"SEE... If you narrow your eyes, like this, to mere slits, and peer through your cupped hands down into the dark corners of that chasm below, you can see it all again, just as it was millions of years ago....” It was the Antiquarian who spoke, and he had found me there, on the rim of the plains of Alberta, at a point where the floor-like rangelands stop sharply and fall away into a vast void, to end hundreds and hundreds of feet below in an alien world as unlike its nearby world as day is unlike night.By GUY MORTON28 min
BOOTLEGGERS were running amuck in Chatville East. So much Constable Lennox Ballister learned from the reports in the papers and the terse letter he had received from the Chatville Chief of Police which commanded him to keep an eye peeled. This letter had been handed to him by a messenger boy this Monday morning as he was on his way to his job at the stave-mill.By ARCHIE P. McKISHNIE23 min
THE poorhouse is usually a place where aspirations vanish. There can be little consolation there. Perhaps it isn’t quite so hard for those who land there after drifting aimlessly through life, riding without purpose or ambition on the crest of good fortune’s wave sometimes, and at other periods floating along with the undertow, carefree and indolent.By CHARLES LUGRIN SHAW16 min
"THEY forget that political history started in 1917.” These were the words of the late Hon. Arthur Sifton. He had been sitting in the House listening to tirades against the Borden Government from the earnest but misguided Liberal opposition.By J. K. MUNRO14 min
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