October 1, 1923

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GOOD-BYE, OLD GROUCH

ABOUT that assistant for Tom Emby?” Abel Enderby, president of the Eureka Mills, turned to his vice-president. “You remember we were talking about that. Old Tom needs someone to give him a hand. Thought of anyone for the job?” Shepherd shook his head. By JOSEPH LISTER RUTLEDGE

The Double Code

"WE'VE got to hope.” the woman said with a note of defiance in her quiet voice. “To be sure of success is to win the first skirmish, and we’ve got to help Denis even with our thoughts. I can’t, I won’t, think of failure.” She went across the room and pushed aside the curtain. By I. A. R. Wylie’s

THE OCEAN TRAMPS

HAVE you ever tried to manage a South Sea canoe, a thing not much wider than a skiff, with mast and sail out of all proportion to the beam, yet made possible because of the outrigger? The outrigger, a long skate-shaped piece of wood, is supposed to stabilize the affair; it is always fixed to port and is connected to the canoe proper in two chief ways, either by a pole fore and aft or by a central bridge of six curved lengths of wood to which the mast stays are fixed; there are subsidiary forms with three outrigger poles, with two outrigger poles and a bridge, but it was in a canoe of the pure bridge type that Bud David and William Harman found themselves afloat in the Pacific, making west with an unreliable compass, a dozen and a half drinking nuts, a beaker of water and food for a fortnight. By H. deVERE STACPOOLE

You Never Can Teach Your Wife

IWATCHED Peter clamber out of the car with his arms full of parcels, and opened the front door for him. "Why didn’t you hire a truck?” I asked flippantly, but Peter merely reproved me with a look, and put down his burden of two big boxes, one smaller one, and a parcel. By NORMA PHILLIPS MUIR

THOROUGHBRED

ABOUT the same hour, Jeffries, who had driven in from a remote town in Kentucky, reached Beachey’s hotel in Cineinnati to keep an appointment with him, a final conference on the coal-lands compromise. Both of them had read the newspaper accounts of Constance's sensational achievement, and naturally the subject was uppermost in the mind of each. By MRS. WILSON WOODROW

Current Opinion Across The Dominion

THE cumulative effect of the Montreal Star's "Whisper of Death” campaign is still being felt in every province and eliciting commendatory or condemnatory replies from scores of editorial sanctums. The earlier comments of Canadian newspaper editorial writers were chiefly devoted to "paying their respects“ to the Montreal Star and to its proprietor, Lord Atholstan.

Does Canada Want Real Voice in Empire Policy?

TWENTY-FlVE years ago an Imperial Conference was mainly a social gathering. Mr. Lytton Strachey’s Victoria reigned as Queen; Lord Strathcona was famous for the munificence of his dinners; pictures of the delegates invariably showed the Colonial Secretary sitting while all the Colonial Premiers stood; and while between banquets and balls and week-ends the Conference held friendly talks about posts and telegraphs and tariffs, the Empire little knew nor long remembered what the gathering was about. By M. GRATTAN O'LEARY

WOMEN and THEIR WORK

THE MODERN DIANA HUNTS, TRAPS AND RUNS A SUMMER HOTEL IN SPARE MOMENTS

WHILE city women all over the world organize and clamor for women’s rights, there is one woman in a remote part of the British Columbia woods who is proving her equality with men in a realm to which few of her sex aspire. Mrs. J. E. Wark, of Sproat Lake, Vancouver Island, is known by people from far and near for her prowess as a hunter and trapper— not a Diana of fabled fame, pictured as a sprightly female cavorting through the woods, with a silver bow and arrow, but one with a more practical and capable side, one who wears a serviceable khaki suit and shoulders a shot gun. By EDITH M. CUPPAGE

“Days of Prosperity” Conclusions

ON THIS particular morning, much to his surprise, he had found Milly awaiting him in the breakfast room. Of late it had been her custom not to rise until noon. It had been a silent breakfast, with Sloane engrossed in the morning paper and his wife moodily watching him as she sipped her coffee. By ARCHIE P. McKISHNIE’S ENDING WINS THE PRIZE

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