The story: “Tiger” Lillie, a newspaper reporter, is sent by City Editor Jerry Inkerley to get a routine story. On the street he meets Gordon Muldrew, a detective friend. They are passing the Florence Hotel when a scream for help is heard coming from an open window on the third floor.By LUKE ALLAN
BY THE TIME the ship passed Suez, the sense of unreality left Monica. She no longer felt that she was dreaming, but realized that England and Trewyn were behind her irrevocably and she was at sea, halfway to Africa to be married to her Donald. She came on deck next morning to a smart breeze, with the sun glittering on white-crested combers, and her spirits rose.By ALLAN SWINTON
ALLIE HOLLAND drew herself up to a militant five foot two, and faced her husband with a determined air. “You really ought to stand up for your rights, Jim.” This idea had been the culminating point of so many other friendly arguments that Jim Holland greeted it with a smile.By JOSEPH LISTER RUTLEDGE
and one woman are allus a sure bad n," said the old man as he took a huge n extra large plug of tobacco. He chewed r a moment as if collecting his memories, ast moving Muskoka River just below them. Indian proverb that if they is two men and e woman always wins.”By W. REDVERS DENT
THE LITTLE SHOP of Toinette looked cool as a green well, shaded as it was by the balcony above, from which trailed in happy confusion Old Man's Beard and Baby’s Breath. The interior, compared with the hard, sun-bright pavements without, was dim and refreshing.By JANET TOOKE
SALLY JENNER, waiting patiently in the library, stiffened when she heard the front door bang, squared her slim shoulders, and took on an expression that might have been seen in the days of Nero on the face of some fair martyr who heard the clang of iron gates as the lions were let loose.By LOUIS ARTHUR CUNNINGHAM
IT’S BETTING TIME, men, time to bet. Bet ’em right or bet ’em wrong, get a little bet down. How’ll they roll? You can’t win if you don’t bet.” The monotonous monotone of the croupier drawls on. No, this gambling scene is not laid in Monte Carlo or any other foreign country, but right in Toronto the Good and its immediate suburbs.By THOMAS PERCY
MANY a tear coursed unheeded down the weatherbeaten cheeks of rough-bearded men as they waited in lonely telegraph stations along the Yukon Telegraph Line, in Northern British Columbia, for the dots and dashes which should tell them that the body of their friend and fellow worker, "Scottie” Ogilvie, had been consigned to a grave on the bank of the Linkinsaw River, whose turbulent waters had taken his life a few days before while in pursuit of his duty.By LOUIS LEBOURDAIS
THIS statement, carelessly spoken, you may hear frequently: “That chap would rather work than eat!” Usually this is an exaggeration, but in the case of Norman Holland, archimandrite of the Produced-in-Canada movement, by long odds the busiest retired business man in this broad Dominion, the phrase is a ridiculous understatement of the facts.By FREDERICK EDWARDS
THE taxpayer of Alberta is now contemplating the results of a prolonged sending orgy, and the feeling is not pleasant. Four years of progressive business depression and continued declines in the prices of commodities of all kinds have brought him face to face with a serious situation.By R. S. SOMERVILLE
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