ABOVE the dim forest horizon an angry gash of crimson stood like a snarl in the pale gold woof of sunset. The brackish lakes freed of ice rested grey and lifeless, awaiting the coaxing, clarifying touch of sun and breeze. The promise of life, whispered by the warm allnights rain, was yet to be fulfilled.By ARCHIE P. McKISHNIE33 min
GINGER took a step toward the door, then paused, rigid, with one leg in the air, as though some spell had been cast upon him. From the passage outside there had sounded a shrill yapping. Ginger looked at Sally. Then he looked longingly at the bed.By Pelham Grenville Wodehouse32 min
FOR some ten stirring and formative years, the mounted police had been riding their gallant steeds over the virgin sod of the untracked prairie before the iron horses, crossing the Red river, hit the steel trail for the mountains and the western sea.
AS THE girl collapsed, the yellowfaced man, with an adroit movement. whisked the handkerchief off her face and crammed it into his pocket. Then, while he supported her with one arm, with the other he thrust at the door to close it. Without paying further attention to it he turned, and, bending down, lifted the girl without an effort off her feet and carried her across the room to the Chesterfield, upon which he laid her at full length.By VALENTINE WILLIAMS25 min
ON IMPATIENT men like Bennings, cashier for the Glenn Office Supplies Corportion, Nemesis delights to work through trifles. In this case it began with a pencil grown too short. He had been furiously working with it, his speed up so to say, when the cramp in his fingers distracted Formerly, under the regime of “Pop” Glenn and up to his sudden death two weeks before, Bennings would have reached out in the midst of his figuring, taken any one of a dozen ready pencils before him and gone on working.By Zoe Beckley, Joseph Collomb24 min
THE evening meal at the Woollman Home always seemed to Miss Daggett, the matron, something more than the mere partaking of food. Down the middle of a large, cheerful room stretched a long, snowy table at which old-fashioned women sat in old-fashioned chairs, and addressed themselves to tea, jam and buttered toast with the varying appetites to be found in an assembly whose ages ran from seventyfour to eighty-eight.By ALAN SULLIVAN18 min
MAN, as an animal, is indeed a tropical animal. But man, as distinguished from animals, is not at his best in the tropics, or very near them. His fight upward in civilization has coincided in part at least with his march northward, over the earth into a cooler, clearer, more bracing air.By VILHJALMUR STEFANSSON17 min
WHEN Tennyson, almost quoting Shakespeare, tells us that “more are wrought by prayer than this world of," we suppose him to teach that its power transcends the range of human tracing. This, of course, is true, and must remain true so long as finite beings are the channels of God’s infinite power; but the truth has a meaning vastly wider.By MARSHALL P. TALLING17 min
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