May 15, 1921

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THE SLANT-EYED MAN

BEING THE SECOND OF A SERIES OF STORIES OF The GATES of TIEN T’ZE

DON’S prophecy was not strictly fulfilled, however. One whole month elapsed before anything occurred to remind them that the organization of Tien T’ze still existed. During that month the case of the police against the household of the deceased Sir Trevor Warrington collapsed, suddenly, mysteriously. By LESLIE HOWARD GORDON41 min

THE LEGION OF THE LOST

“DO YOU know,” said the lawyer, “during the past two weeks three men have come to me to ask how they could best arrange their affairs so that they could disappear.” The two men were sitting in a luxurious hotel lobby in Ottawa, enjoying an after-dinner cigar. By J. L. RUTLEDGE27 min

PAWNED

JOHN BRUCE closed the door of Larmon’s suite, and taking the elevator went up to his own room in the Bayne-Miloy Hotel, two floors above. Here he flung himself almost wearily into a chair. Larmon had gone to bed; but bed offered no appeal to him, John Bruce, in spite of the fact that he was conscious of great mental fatigue. By FRANK L. PACKARD23 min

OUR LOWER PRICES BOGEY

NEARLY ninety years ago, in a series of articles he was contributing to Fraser’s Magazine, under the title of “Sartor Resartus,” Thomas Carlyle wrote: “I say, there is not a red Indian, hunting by Lake Winnipic, can quarrel with his squaw but the whole world must smart for it— will not the price of beaver rise?” By CHARLES C. JENKINS23 min

“Neighbor’s” Wooing

THE monikers, or nicknames, that men of the turf give to each other are at all times descriptive. From some caprice in dress, as “Silk Clad;” oddity of action, as the “Jiggles Kid;” or through geographic connection, as “Alabam;” or methods of dealing, as “Square Cut;” are these appellatives bestowed on men of the racing fraternity by each other. By FRANCIS DICKIE21 min

SON of the CLACKMANNAN GIANT

THIS lad with the never-say-die mug comes breezin’ into the Star Sporting Club Arena one afternoon while I was watching Bearcat Jimmy Journegan in a training workout against Sizzler McCarty. He was a rangy young fellow, with big bones and a muscular-looking Adam’s apple. “Got a place on the program in any of your preliminary bouts this week?” he asks. By STANLEY R. HOFFLUND20 min

CANADA COUNTS NOSES

EARLY on the morning of June first next, Johnny Canuck will set forth with an indelible pencil over his ear and a bundle of crinkling blue printed forms under his arm. He will transform himself into a walking question-mark, knocking loudly at every door in his huge domain and politely demanding information of an intimate nature regarding every human being who slept under each and every roof the night before, even to the ruddy babe whose birth-cry has but barely announced the arrival of a new Canadian. By NICHOLAS NORTH14 min

PEACOCK’S PINNACLE:

RESPONSIBILITY has dogged every footstep in the lifetime of E. R. Peacock, and, because he was not fearful of it, but accepted it, he has risen from a poor boy in a Glengarry County parsonage to be a director of the Bank of England. This is the highest honor that can be conferred upon any Canadian in the active financial life of the Empire, and it is the consensus of opinion of Mr. Peacock’s friends that he has achieved it by his integrity, his business acumen and by his sense of the responsibility attaching to a man in a position of trust. By M. O. Hammond10 min

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