GREAT EXPECTATIONS.
How Mabel pictured her big brother's arrival for week-end leave from the Front.
THE RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL.
I rode into Pincher River on an August afternoon,
The pinto's hoofs on the prairie drumming a drowsy tune,
By the shacks and the Chinks' truck-gardens to the Athabasca saloon.
And a bunch of the boys was standing around by the old Scotch store,
Standing and spitting and swearing by old Macallister's door—