ALLO, Allo! Is that you, Kent Power?" The usually jovial and mellow voice of Sergeant Jules Papineau of the Montreal detective force came over the wire with a somewhat strained edge. "What’s on your mind, Pap?” the tall young man with the blonde, tousled head replied at his end.By BENGE ATLEE
THEY rushed her through a course at the nearest flying field. She failed when she tried for her license on account of poor landings, but she wasn't too bad once the machine was in the air. That was all Inkster demanded of her. Flying ability was the least of her requirements.By FREDERICK B. WATT
IMPORTANT private business connected with a wedding took me to New York about the time Canadiens hooked up with Pumas in their first argument of the season at Madison Square Garden. It was a morning wedding. By nightfall the happy couple were on their way to the coast, and I was lonesome.By FREDERICK EDWARDS
IN THE midst of a world caught in the vortex of universal economic crisis, Canadians suddenly have become conscious of a new cloud in their financial sky. The name of this cloud is The Railway Problem. Its shadow, once a mere dot on the horizon of the country’s economic well-being, almost overnight, it seems, has assumed proportions that have given rise to a fever of questionings.By W. A. IRWIN
The story: In the South American republic of Sao Pedro, the Honorable Larry Odell falls instantly in love with Daryl Forsythe, beautiful stepdaughter of President Pacheco, and, notwithstanding her announced engagement to wed an elderly English resident named Clive Lattimer, tells her he means to win her.By ROLAND PERTWEE
MRS. BELDING looked up from her book and regarded the two men talking at the other end of the verandah. After a moment she sighed, slowly shook her grey, coifed head, and closed the book softly. Her reading pince-nez was placed carefully on the table at her side, and she rearranged the slim limbs outstretched on the green-white deck chair.By CLELAND LUNDY
IT WAS the first Noel after the Great War in the half ruined village of Sainte Félice. Almost every Noel it snowed. But before, it had been a warm, friendly snow like the gentle fall of great soft feathers to make a white coverlet of purity for the earth, the better to usher in the Noel play which was a treasured tradition in the ancient village.By HELEN WILCOX
IT WAS the middle of May, 1930. The sub-Arctic was still in the grip of winter when two prospectors pitched camp on the shore of Echo Bay, one of the many indentations of the McTavish Arm which, in turn, is one of the enormous bays of Great Bear Lake.By Leslie McFarlane
WITH four storm-tossed months of recess behind him, Mr. Bennett prepares for his third session as Prime Minister. Since prorogation last August there has been a procession of crises. Railway difficulties loomed larger, unemployment became more acute, the Canadian dollar depreciated, trade and revenue declined.By A POLITICIAN WITH A NOTEBOOK
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