July 1, 1923

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THE BANNER OF THE BULL

THE Secretary of State of the Signory of Florence urged his mule across the bridge that spans the Misa, and drawing rein upon the threshold of the town of Sinigaglia, stood there at gaze. On his right to westward the sun was sinking to the distant hazy line of the Apennines, casting across the heaven an incendiary glow to blend with that of the flames that rose above the city. By RAFAEL SABATINI105 min

THE BOND TRIUMPHANT

ETIENNE ST. DENIS stood with arms spread on the topmost rail of the split-cedar fence and moodily gazed across the river to where the wooded heights of Point Levis shimmered and danced in the pitiless heat of the noonday. Down the road from the direction of Beauport a distant dust cloud appeared and the black object which preceded it slowly resolved itself into the soutaned figure of a very corpulent priest, who shuffled wearily along the road humming spiritlessly to himself, the while he wiped the dusty sweat from his shining forehead with a pudgy finger. By GORDON HILL GRAHAME51 min

RAYMOND BLAIR—DRUNKARD

THE other day I was stopping at a house in the country. A boy aged six was exploring my waistcoat pockets as I sat in the smoking room: his mother sitting opposite me was regarding him with proper maternal pride. And then, suddenly she looked at me. By H. C. McNEILE—“SAPPER”28 min

CHEAP AT THE PRICE

SO FAR as concerns the mental condition of any individual, nothing is more illuminating than to observe that particular part of the morning paper to which his attention is first turned. Thus one may determine who is interested in finance, property, agriculture or politics. By ALAN SULLIVAN22 min

GRIT

THE library in Reeve Coolidge’s house was a separate room with a flight of steps on either side, one leading down to the short corridor that connected with the main building, the other descending to a courtyard from which there was easy access to the side road. By BEATRICE HERON-MAXWELL21 min

GIRL - BABY

TOM was fifteen, with all the dignity which goes with the matriculation year, sat like a king in the hammock, bolstered up with some of the best pillows out of the drawing room, while at his side, on the floor of the verandah, stood a vinegar bottle half-full of a colored fluid made from half of a jar of red currant jelly, a prodigious amount of sugar and cold water. By N. deBRRTRAND LUGRIN20 min

BUSINESS & INVESTMENTS

BLUE RUIN CRY IN WEST IS NOT BORNE OUT BY FACTS; EFFICIENT FARMERS SUCCEED

There Are Exceptions, of Course, But in the Main Industry, Initiative and Intelligence Have Met With Success, Even in These Recent Slump Years By B. P. ALLEY11 min

WOMEN and THEIR WORK

WHEN SHE REQUIRES A NEW DRESS OR HUBBY WANTS ANOTHER SUIT, SHE BUYS RAW WOOL AND WEAVES THE GARMENTS ON OWN LOOM

THERE was a sudden lull in the afternoon tea conversation and a soft, well-modulated voice with a distinct English accent was heard to remark: “Yes, I wove it myself.” Mrs. H. H. Stansfield dropped her very blue eyes down at her dress and raised them a moment later to her husband who sat across the room. By GERTRUDE E. S. PRINGLE7 min

WOMEN and THEIR WORK

FOOD FACTS WE SHOULD KNOW

THE day when fruit was regarded as a luxury is gone. The present day dictum is “fruit salads and vegetables every day” and fruit in most homes is served as a staple food which has been found to enter, almost essentially, into the scheme of nutrition and it has formed an important part of the complete and efficient dietary. By DOROTHY GRAHAM5 min

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