THE STORY: Patricia Wellington, spoiled daughter of the wealthy senior partner of a Chicago mining company, is engaged to marry Warren Lovett, the junior partner. Previously she had been engaged to Craig Tarlton, who left her father’s employ after she quarrelled with him.By William Byron Mowery30 min
FATE, one might perhaps call it. Certainly Alston had not intended to come this way again. Sitting loosely in the saddle, while his tired horse drank greedily at the shallow rock-strewn stream, he looked about him with meditative eyes. It was a desolate spot, even for Africa; a wild and desolate spot; far more now, it seemed, than when he had seen it last, fourteen years ago.By M. I. ROBERTSON27 min
WHEN THE publisher of a small town weekly newspaper discus ses the foibles of folk, listen to him. Small town editors are closer to their public than big town editors. Publisher Roy Sayles, of Renfrew, told us: “The people of small towns are easy marks.
BEER! Twenty million glasses a month, a quarter of a billion a year, with the fond wish of all who are profiting from its sale that, by the hot days of next summer, it will have grown to an even million glasses a day. Thirsty Ontario has reached for the now freely sold beverage with a will to consume that has surprised its most hopeful propagandists.
WE HAVE never been able to work ourselves into a lather of enthusiasm over people who set out to create useless records by sitting on the top of flagpoles, swallowing a hundred raw eggs or driving a car backward from Halifax to Vancouver. Particularly do we make faces at those who gloat over doing things backward.
PHYLLIS was an ambitious girl. After being graduated from Miss Meckey’s school she took a secretarial course, preparing herself to be the invaluable assistant of an important man. Tact, resourcefulness, energy -she had all these things.By Elisabeth Sanxay Holding23 min
MR. GEORGE WILLIAM ALLAN, K.C., lives in Winnipeg, and is one reason why people admit that men are men out there. He regards it as an exaggeration to describe him as the Grand Old Man of the West, because he did not settle in Winnipeg until several years after the Red River Rebellion and will not be seventy-five until next August.By R. T. L.4 min
CALL IT SUPERSTITION if you like. It was a queer business from first to last. I don't know what we'd done to deserve it. You can’t say that we’d brought it on ourselves. I sailed seven voyages, out and back, with Captain Aikinson. There was not a more honest man afloat.By W. A. BREYFOGLE21 min
JAMES HAYWOOD KENT was in bed, reading and smoking his pipe. It was a warm spring evening in 1933; the windows were open. He was a tallish man, not too thin, and thirty-five years old. A woman came through the door. She was wearing a silk wrapper and slippers of some sort, probably mules.By DAVID GREGG21 min
WHEN THE Cleghom brothers landed on Broadway—with eyes wide open and dreaming—it was late autumn of 1909. We were not alone, for Cooper Smeaton, later to become one of the best hockey referees who ever blew a whistle, went along to do or die for dear old New York Wanderers.
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