ALTHOUGH her coming-of-age was to be marked by no more than dinner with an ailing man. Nan was supremely happy. Her father was her dearest friend; for months he had been dangerously ill and this was to be his first meal out of bed. When she went down, dusk was falling, and the firelight glowed on cut glass and silver against polished wood and on the form of John Warde waiting for her at the table, placed for the occasion before his bedroom fire.By ALLAN SWINTON
STUDIOUS observation of the amazing careers of the Patrick Brothers, Lester and Frank, reveals a peculiar strain of contradiction running like a bright thread through the woven pattern of what, lacking it, might have been two quite commonplace lives.By FREDERICK EDWARDS
DISINCLINATION on the part of a great number of people to go to the police with their troubles and temptations brought suppliants on strange missions to Kent Power’s Drummond Street flat. Perhaps it was as much the air of downright competence and cleverness that radiated from his tall, slim figure and straight grey eyes as his success as a private investigator, that drew more and more the confidence of the distressed citoyens of Montreal.By BENGE ATLEE
KERRY BRETT liked to sit in the park. It was his custom to spend part of every noon hour in idle contemplation of the season’s frailties. For even a city park, in the spring of the year, takes on a hushed air of expectancy. The scenery is new. The tender green shoots are right out of the box.By JOSEPHINE BENTHAM
THERE is a war on in Canada. From the Maritimes to the Pacific Coast, from the international boundary to the Arctic wastes, it rages. The enemy forces are numbered not in thousands nor in millions, but in figures that cannot be expressed in words.By R. E. KNOWLES
GARRITY and I were feeling low. The second monthly statement was full of bad news. “Darned if I can figure out the hockey public,” groaned Garrity. “We give this town its first pro team, spend a barrel of coin on players, whip ’em into shape so they're winning games right along and what happens?By LESLIE McFARLANE
MY INTEREST in cables was first aroused some years back, when the Lady Drake, en route to South America, nosed into the lime-green harbor of Castries, Saint Lucia, and we found an ancient cable ship lying in that West Indian port. She had a long, high bow which projected out over the wharves like the beak of some dipper ship of bygone days.By JACK H. MOSHER
LAST DECEMBER, a ball was held in a leading Toronto hotel under the auspices of one of the most prominent of the city’s benevolent lodges. The general membership of the lodge, as well as the thousands of people who bought tickets, understood that the proceeds from the entertainment were to be devoted to the charity work of the organization.By LESLIE GARDEN
IN ONE of the bleak cells of Kingston Penitentiary a Toronto youth is serving a long term of imprisonment for burglary. His plignt is due solely to the fact that a few grains of plaster, found on his clothes when he was arrested on suspicion, resembled the plaster on the wall that had been broken through in the burglary.By COLVILLE COLTON
THAT CANADA, a new country with much unused territory that might be coveted by other countries, is vitally concerned in the issues at stake in the struggle between the League of Nations and Italy over Ethiopia is the view of Rt. Hon. Arthur Meighen, former Dominion prime minister.By RT. HON. ARTHUR MEIGHEN
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