I know no way in which a writer may more fittingly introduce his work to the public than by giving a brief account of who and what he is. By this means some of the blame for what he has done is very p...

I don’t know whether you know Mariposa. If not, it is of no consequence, for if you know Canada at all, you are probably well acquainted with a dozen towns just like it. There it lies in the sunlight,...

It was not until the mining boom, at the time when everybody went simply crazy over the Cobalt and Porcupine mines of the new silver country near the Hudson Bay, that Jefferson Thorpe reached what you...

Half past six on a July morning! The Mariposa Belle is at the wharf, decked in flags, with steam up ready to start. Excursion day! Half past six on a July morning, and Lake Wissanotti lying in the sun...

The Church of England in Mariposa is on a side street, where the maple trees are thickest, a little up the hill from the heart of the town. The trees above the church and the grass plot that was once ...

It was Mullins, the banker, who told Mariposa all about the plan of a Whirlwind Campaign and explained how it was to be done. He’d happened to be in one of the big cities when they were raising money ...

Mullins said afterward that it was ever so much easier than he thought it would have been. The Dean, he said, was so quiet. Of course if Mr. Drone had started to swear at Mullins, or tried to strike h...

Judge Pepperleigh lived in a big house with hardwood floors and a wide piazza that looked over the lake from the top of Oneida Street. Every day about half past five he used to come home from his offi...

Zena Pepperleigh used to sit reading novels on the piazza of the judge’s house, half hidden by the Virginia creepers. At times the book would fall upon her lap and there was such a look of unstilled y...

Suicide is a thing that ought not to be committed without very careful thought. It often involves serious consequences, and in some cases brings pain to others than oneself. I don’t say that there is ...

Don’t ask me what election it was, whether Dominion or Provincial or Imperial or Universal, for I scarcely know. It must, of course, have been going on in other parts of the country as well, but I saw...

“Boys,” said Mr. Smith to the two hostlers, stepping out on to the sidewalk in front of the hotel⁠—“hoist that there British Jack over the place and hoist her up good.” Then he stood and watched the f...

It leaves the city every day about five o’clock in the evening, the train for Mariposa. Strange that you did not know of it, though you come from the little town⁠—or did, long years ago. Odd that you ...