WHO WAS IT,” asked Bill Lombard, “that had a something or other about something?” “An idea,” Ann told him. “Sutton had it. About—you know—everything. He’ll spring it if you’ll keep quiet and let him. But how can he if you keep changing the subject?”By ARTHUR T. MUNYAN36 min
MALCOLM GOSSETT, hard-boiled in all matters of sentiment except as regarded his beautiful young wife, was conscious of a sense almost of reverence as he was ushered into the presence of the great man whom he had come to visit. The latter’s environment was sufficiently impressive.By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM27 min
THERE WAS a last long streaming of rays, so hotly vivid as to have the effect of artillery a-thunder, and then the sun fell below the western range with a final explosive borealis. At once the violent earth swung to the other extreme; stillness and transparency rushed over the prairie and the tawny grasses began to absorb the faint purple of twilight.By ERNEST HAYCOX26 min
IT WAS AS HE LAY in wait near a water-hole on an afternoon in his sixth year that Bagh made his great decision. His sire must get out or die. His mother, too, must move on to an adjoining range and keep her distance, for the rest of that season at least.By PAUL ANNIXTER23 min
THE HALF-BREEDS spoke through the door and asked me the amount of supplies I had on hand. I told them it was none of their business. They told me that I would have to hand things out when White Cap came along. I said that White Cap was my best friend and to bring him along.
GRANDFATHER’S HOUSE was strangely quiet and composed. There was no voice in it to herald so auspicious a day. The windows were open, but no air stirred the curtains or draperies. Andrea, a sudden panic upon her, finished her packing and went downstairs.By LESLIE GORDON BARNARD18 min
LIGHTS BLAZE and glitter along the length of Hollywood Boulevard, and, at a point where the coruscation is thickest, the broad white pencils of searchlights sweep the sky with nervous stabbing. Klieg lights, focused upon a building’s white façade, glare brighter than noonday, and the martial notes of a military band quicken the steps of passers-by.By NORMAN REILLY RAINE16 min
RIDE ’ER, COWBOY!” "Let ’er buck!” Station, C-A-L-G-A-R-Y. Calgary, whose traditional welcome has ever been, "Hello, stranger! Light an’ eat.” Toronto doesn’t give us a pain, although it does cramp our style in cutting street comers. We admit the "come hither” of fascinating Montreal.By ELIZABETH BAILEY PRICE15 min
THE FOLLOWING interview between Aesculapius, the Greek god of medicine, and a young medical graduate, took place one night recently in the clinic grove at Epidaurus. While it sounds like something that might have taken place in the course of a dream, are not dreams portents?By BENGE ATLEE14 min
NOT MANY everyday citizens can pride themselves on having something that a king might envy. Charles Noé Daly can, and it makes him unique among the citizens of Toronto or, for that matter, of any Canadian city. Mr. Daly, an American by birth but a Canadian by adoption, came to Canada in 1893, when Grover Cleveland appointed him American consul at Guelph.By JOSEPH LISTER RUTLEDGE12 min
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