DEAD! The girl was on her knees beside John Bruce. Dead -he did not move! It was the man who had pawned his watchfob hardly half an hour before! What did it mean? What did those angry shouts, that scurrying of many feet out there in the lane mean? Hurriedly (her face was deadly white as the face upturned to her from the floor) she tore open the once immaculate shirt-front, that was now limp and wet and ugly with a great crimson stain, and laid bare the wound.By FRANK L. PACKARD43 min
YOU either liked Bob Carew, or, not liking him, wondered why you didn't. He was the least talkative of men in most cireumstances. And yet, one always noticed him. Bob was one inch short of six feet. His arms were a shade longer than most, his eyes were a reddish brown, and his mouth was a size too wide for perfection in a movie hero.By HENRY HOLT26 min
ALTHOUGH my brother Henry* had been acquainted with Goldwin Smith, it was not my fortune to meet him until I went to Toronto in 1892. Mrs. Hertz** was good enough to write and thus I became known to him immediately on my arrival. I may relate his reasons for crossing the Atlantic as he gave them to me in confidential moments.By JAMES MAVOR22 min
A MELIA O'CONNOR was not one of those weaklings who evade unpleasant issues or compromise with them. If she had been such a person she would never have held down her job in Mel Ordway’s legal office for a week. She summoned to her aid all those qualities that had hitherto been devoted to the driving forth of unwelcome callers into the outer darkness, and tapped in determined fashion upon the door of Mr. Ordway’s private inner office.By BARKER SHELTON21 min
WHEN I lived in the Canadian Northwest, we were horribly and foolishly sensitive about being told we had a cold climate. We would meet on the streets of Winnipeg in a forty below with a wind straight from the North Pole blowing us off our feet; and we would cuss the climate; but if an outsider said it was cold-especially if the outside foreign press said it was cold -we could prove "you didn't feel it."By AGNES C. LAUT21 min
THE Ship of State sailing serenely on to a new session of parliament struck a sunken reef in Peterboro. The shock shook the vessel from stem to stern. For a moment it looked as if the lifeboats might be rushed. But the Captain rose to the emergency.By J. K. L. MUNRO16 min
TWENTY years from now, the speaker said,"Canada will be controlled by the foreign vote. It is all right to instil Canadian ideals and standards in the AngloSaxon, Canadian-born child, but down in the ‘Little Italys’ of our cities, and in the Russo-German settlements of the West we have eight or ten children where there are at most about two in the Canadian home— and votes count not by race or education but by numbers.”By Ethel M. Chapman12 min
IT IS a far cry back fifty years in the history of Canada. Vancouver was almost unknown, the province in which it was situated, an Ultima province in which it was situated, an Ultima Thule—a far away land separated from the rest of Canada by thousands of miles of trackless prairies, peopled by Indians and here and there by the little Outposts of “the Company of Adventurers,” outposts that have grown into thriving cities.
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