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Cayley Wlieeled 8harply Up Into the Wind
CHAPTER .
The Man With Wings.
For many hours Cayley was too
much of a god today to bother -with
the exact number of them he had
beon flying slowly northward down a
mild southorly breeze. Hundreds of
feet below him was tho dazzling, ter
rible expanse of tho polar Ice pack
which shrouds the northern limits of
the Arotic ocean In its Impenetrable
Veil of mystery.
A compass, a sextant, a bottlo of
milk and a revolver comprised, with
tho clothes he v,or, &nd 'with the
shimmering silken wings of his areo-
Plane, bis Whole eauiDment. Uln near.
est baso of supplies, If you could call
It that, was a 20-pound tin of pomml
can, hidden under a stone on the
north east extremity of Hoi aid Island,
800 miles away. The United? States
rescue station at Point Barrow, the
xtremo northerly point of Alaska,
the place which he had called homo
for Ihe past threo months, was pos
sibly, half as far again away, some
where off to the southeast.
But for these past weeks of un
broken arotin aunxhln he hud fair!"
lived a-wlng. The earth had no ob
tractions and the air no perils. To
ay, with his great broad fan-tail
drawri up arc-wise beneath him, hfs
planes pitched slightly forward at the
precise and perilous angle that only
Just did not send him plunging, head
first, down upon tho sullen masses or
tee below, he lay thero, prone, upon
the sheep-skin sleeping bag which
padded tho frame-work supporting his
two wings, as secure as the great ful
aar petrel which drew curiously near,
and then, with a wheel and a plunge)
fled away, squawking.
For all practical purposes Cayley
feed learned to fly. Tho groat fan
driven air ship, 100 feet from tip to
tip, which had long lain idle on his
ranch at Sandoval, would probably
never leave Its house again. It had
done yeoman service. "Without Its
powerful propellers, for thn in.t r.
ource, Cayley would .never havo beon
ablo to try tho experiments and get
the practise which had given him tho
lr for his natural clcmont Ho had
outgrown it. He had no more need
of motors or whirling fans. The force
of gravity, the force of tho breeze and
the perfectly co-ordinated muscles of
his own body gave hlra all the powor
he needed now.
Perhaps the succeeding generations
of humankind may develop an eye
Which can see ahead when tho body
Is lying prone, as a bird lies In its
flight. Cayley had remedied this de
Ocieaey with a little silver mirror,
lightly concave, screwed fast to the
crossbrace which supported his shoul
ders. Instead of bending back his
head, or trying to see out through his
eyebrows, he simply cast a backward
fiance Into this mirror whonover ho
wanted to look on ahead. It had been
a little perplexing at first, but ho
could see better In it now than with
his unaided eyes.
And now, a minute or two, porhnps,
iter that fulmar had gone squawklug
away, he glanced down into hie mlr
row, and his olympian calm was
shaken with the shock of surprise
For what he saw, clearly reflected In
his little reducing glass, was land.
There was a mountain, and a long
dark lino that must be a cllffllko
coast.
And it was land that never had
been marked on any chart. In abso
lute degrees of latitude he was not,
from the arctic explorer's view, vury
far north. Over ou the othor side of
the world they run excursion Bteam
ers every summer nearor to tho pole
than ho was at this moment. Spltx-
bcrgon, which has had a permanent
population of 16,000 souls, lies 300
miles farther north than this un
charted coast which Philip Cayley Baw
beforo him.
But thn great Ice cap which covers
tho top of tho world is Irregular In
shape, and Just here, northward from
AiasKa, it jutfl Its impenetrable bar
rier far down Into tho Arctic sea.
Rogers, Colllnson and tho ill-fated De
Long they all had tried to penetrato
this barrier, nnd had been turned
back.
Cayley wheeled sharply up into tho
wind, nnd soared aloft to n height of,
perhaps, n qunrter of a mile. Then)
with a long, flnshlng, shlmmorlng
sweep, he descended. In li nm f
great circle, and hung, poised, over
mo land itself and behind tho Jutting
shoulder of the mountnln.
Tho land was a narrow-necked pe
ninsula. Mountain und cliff prevented
him from Boeing tho Immediate coast
on tho othor sido of it; but out a little
way to sea he was amazed to dlRcovor
open water, nnd the smoke-like vapor
that ho saw rising over the cllffhead
made It evident that tho opening ex
tended nearly, if not quite, to tho
cr isnas ease, it wsa ulteily un
expected, for tho sido of tho penin
sula which ho had approached was
Ice-locked for miles.
Ho would havo towered again
above the rocky ridge which shut off
his view, and gone to Investigate this
phenomenon at closer rango, had
he not, Just then, got tho shock of an
other surprise, greater than tho dis
covery of land itself.
Tho little valley which ho hung
poised above was sheltered by a second
ridge of rocky, Ico-cappod hills to tho
north, and, except for streaks, denot
ing crevices, hero und there, was quite
free from Ico and snow. There weio
bright patches of green upon It, ev
idently somo bit of flowering northern
grass, nnd It was flecked hero and
there with bright bits of color, yellow
l'oppy. ho Judged it to be, and saxi
frage. HucclUK tho bn nf tho mniin.
tain on tho opposite Bide of tho valley,
thon notching the cliff and grinding
down to sea nt tho other aldn of it
was a groat white glacier, all tho
whiter, and colder, and more dazzling
for Its contrast with tho brown moun-taln-sldo
nnd tho green-clad valley.
Up above tho glacier, ou tho farth
er aldo, were great broad yellow
patches, which ho would have thought
woro poppy field, but for the lnipoo
Btbillty of their growing In such a
place. No vegetable growth was pos
sible, ho would havo thought, against
that clean-cut, almost vertical, rocky
face. And yet, what else could have
glveu it that blazing yellow color7
Some day ho was to learn tho answer
to that question.
But the thing that caught his eye
now, that made him start und draw In
a llttlo Involuntary gasp of wonder,
wuh the Bight of a llttlo clump of
black dots moving slowly, nlmost Im
perceptibly from this dlBtanco. across
the face or tho glueler. He blinked his
eyes, as If he suspected them of play
ing him falae. Unless they had played
him falso, thoso tiny dots wero men.
All of the party, but ono man, were
dresBed exactly allko. In hooded bear
Bkln shirts and breeches, and boots
of wh ,t he guessed was walrus hide.
They moved along with tho peculiar
wary shuftlo of men nccustomed, by
ong habit, to tho rooting and to tho
heavy confining garb they wore. So
far as ho could bco they were un
armrd. The othor man was strikingly dlf
reront. lie appeared to bo clad much
as Cayley was ulm.elf, In leather,
rather than In untanned hide. Ho
suoinod Blighter, sprlghtller, nnd in
nvry wy to convey the Imnromlon
or having come more recently from
tno civilized, habitable portion of the
world than his companions, He car
ried a rifle slung by a strap over his
shoulder, evidently foreseeing no Im
mediate use for it, and a flask.
Cnyley was too far aloft for their
conversation to bo audible to him, but
ho could hear thst they were ialkisz.
The leather-clad man appeared to be
doing tho most of It, and, from tho
Inflection of his voice, he seemed to
be speaking In English
Presently he notlcrd that tho leather-clad
man had forged a llttlo ahead
of his companions, or, rather like a
flash, this Idea occurred to Cayley
that tho others were purposely lag
ging a little behind.
And IliPti, before that sinister Idea
could formulate Itself into a definite
suspicion, his eyes widened with
amazement, and tho cry ho would
havo uttered died in his throat; for
this man, who had so innocently al
lowed the others to rail behind him,
suddenly Btaggered, clutched at some
thingIt looked like a thin Ivory dart
mai nau transfixed his throat,
tugged It out In a sudden flood or
crimson, reeled a little and then went
backwards over tho glassy edge or a
fissure In the Ice, which lny just to
the left of tho path whero he had
been walking.
From the Instant when Cayley had
noticed tho others dropping behind, to
the last gllmpso ho had of the body
of the murdered man could hardly
uuve ouen nve seconds,
Tho instant tho murdered man dis
appeared, another, who had not previ
ously been with tho party, it seemed,
appeared from behind a hummock of
ice. There could be no doubt either
that he was the assassin, nr thut -
was tho commander or the llttlo group
or skin-clad figures that remained.
The ambush appeared to havo been
perfectly deliberate. Thero had been
no outcry, not oven n gesture of sur
prise or of remonstrance.
Cayley looked at the assassin curl
ously. Ho was dressed exactly llko
Hie others, hut Beemed very much
bigger; seemod to walk with less of
a slouch, and had, even to Cayley's
limited view or him. nn air of authori
ty. Cayley was surprised at his not
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of no other way in which a dart could
nave been propelled with power
enough, even at close range, to have
transfixed a man's throat. The assas
sin's only weapon, except for a quiver
ful of extra darts, seemed to bea
Bhort blunt stick, rudely whittled,
perhaps ten inches long.
Obedient, apparently, to tho order
or the new arrival, the party changed
Its direction, leaving what was evi
dently a well-known path to them, ror
a seemingly more direct but rougher
route. And thoy moved now with an
appearance at hasto. Presently thoy
scrambled over a preclpltoim ledgo or
Ico nnd, in a moment, wero lost to
Cayloy'a view.
Tho world was suddenly empty
agnln, as ir no living root had over
trodien it; and Cayley, hovering
thero, a little above tho lovel or tho
ice, rubbed his oyea and wondored
whether the slngulnr, silent tragedy
ho had Just witnessed wero real, or a
trick the mystorlous arctic light had
playod upon his tired eyes. Hut there
remained upon that vacant scene two
material reminders or the tragedy to
which It had afforded n sotting. Ono
was smudge or crimson on the snow;
tho othor, a little distance off, Just
this sido or the lev riilirn ovnr whlxh
tho last or the party had genu scram
bling a moment beioro, was tho
strange looking blunt stick which he
had seen in tho assassin's hand
Cayley flew a llttlo lower, his wing
almost Bklmming the Ice. Finally,
reaching tho Bpot whero tho thing hnd
fallen, he nllchted and picked it up.
Whether Its possessor had valued It,
or not, whether or not he might be
expected to return for it, Cayley did
not know, nnd did not much care.
Ho stood for some time turning Ihe
thing over In his hands, puzzling over
It, Hying to make out how It could
have, been used as the instrument of
propulBlon to that deadly ivory dart.
There waa a groove on one slco of It,
with a small ivory ,plug nt tho end.
Tho other end was curiously shaped,
misshapen, rnthor, for, though It was
obviously tho end one hold, Cayley
could not make it fit his hand, what
ever position ho hold It In.
(living up tho problem at fast, ho
tiHVed Hie 8llck Into hla belt, slipped
inn arm wirougn tno strap in tho
f mine-work or his aeroplane and pro
paied Tor flight. Ho had a llttlo dim
culty getting up, owing to tho absence
or n nroozo at this point. Finally ho
van obliged to climb, with a good deal
or labor, tho Icy rldgo up which ho
hud watched tho llttlo party of mur
derers scrambling.
At tho crest ho cast a glance
around, looking ror them, but saw no
slgus or them. Then, getting a ravor
nble slant of the wind, ho mounted
again into the element ho now called
his own.
Flvo yoars berore Philip Cayley
would havo passed ror a good exam
ple or that typo or clean-limbed, clean
minded, llknble young man which the
best or our civilization npmi tr, h
flowering into. Physically, It would
have been hard to suggest an Improve
ment In him, ho approached so near
the ideal standards. He was flue
grained, supple, slender, small-Jointed,
thorough-bred rrom head to hoof.
Intellectually, he hail hrnn fmnri
enough to go through the academy nt
rVejt Point with credit, und to grad
uate high enough In his class to bo
assigned to service In the cavalry. His
standards or conduct, his ideas or hon
or and morality had been about the
samo as those or tho beat third or his
classmates, ir his rellow offlcera in
tho Philippines, durlnc the year or
two he spent in the service, had been
asked to pick a flaw In him. which
they would have been reluctant to do,
they would havo said that he seemed
to them a bit too thin-Rklnnert nnrt
rather rastldlous; that was what his
chum and only Intimate friend, Perry
Hunter, said about him at any rate.
But ho could afford to be fastidi
ous, for ho had about all a man could
want, one would think. For three
generations they had taken wealth
for granted In the Cayley family, and
with It had como breeding, security
of social pqsltlon, simplicity and ense
In making rrlends, both among men
and women. In short, thero could be
no aoubt at all that up to his twenty
ninth year Fate had been Ironically
kind to Philip Cayley. She had given
him no hint, no preparation ror tho
stunning blow that was to fall upon
him. suddenly, out of so clear a sky.
When It did fall, It cut his life
clean across; ko that when he thought
back to that tlmo now, it seemed to
him that the Lieutenant Cnyley or tho
United Slates army had died over
there in tho Philippines, and that he,
tho man who was now soaring in those
great circles through tho arctic sky,
was a chance Inheritor of his namo
and of his memory.
He had set out ono day at tho head
of a small scouting party, the besl
llked man In tho leglment, secure in
the respect, in the almost fntherly r
gard, or his oolonol. nrourllv rnnnMm..
or the almost Idolatrous admiration
of IiIr mnn nnrt thn vn..r.- m
He Heard a Little Surprised Cry.
GOING TO MORNING SERVICb
Some of the Things a Woman Has to
Do Before She Gets
Started.
After a woman has done up tho
8.Uindy morning work, cleaned the
hlldren and gotten dinner under way
, o that It will not take so long upon
her return, put on her hat, and given
anal Instructions to her husband
bout watching the children, and
kUsed them all good-bye, sho finds
When she reaches the corner that she
or his men nnd the younger officer.
no nad gone out believing that no
one ever had a truer friend than ho
possessed in Perry Hunter, his class
mate at West Point, his fellow officer
In the regiment, the confidant of all
his hopes and ideals.
Ho had como back, after a fort
night's absence, to find his name
smeared with disgrace, himself Judged
ond condemned, unheard, In the opin
ion of thu mess. And that was not
the worst of It. The same blow which
had doprlved him of the regard or tho
only people In the world who matter
ed to him, destroyed, also, root and
branch, his affection for tho ono man
of whom he had made an Intimate.
The only reeling that It would be pos
sible ror him to entertain ror Perry
uunter ngnin must bo a hair-pitying,
hair-Incredulous contempt. And ir
that wob his reeling ror tho man he
had trusted most nnd loved the most
deeply, what must be it for tho rest of
humankind? What did it matter what
thoy thought of him or what they did
to him? All he wanted of human so
ciety was to escapo from It
Ho fell to wondering, us he hung,
suspended, over that rosy expanse of
fleecy fog, whether, were tho thing to
do over again, ho would act as he had
acted flvo years ngo; whether ho
would content himself with a single
disdainful denial of the monstrous
thing they charged him with; whether
he would resign again, under fire, and
go away, leaving his tarnished name
for the daws to peck at.
Heretofore he had always answered
that question with n fierce nfflrma
tlve. Today It left him wondering.
Had he stayed, had ho paid the price
that would have been neressary to
clear himself, he would never have
found his wings, so much was clear.
He would never have spent those
four years In the wilderness, working,
experimenting, taklnir his llf In hla
hands, day after day, while he master
ed tho art that no man had evor mas
tered before.
He hud Bet himself this task because
It was the only one he knew that did
not involve contact with his fellow
bolngs. He must havo something that
ho could work at alone. Work and
solitude were two things that he had
fait an overmastering craving for. And
the possibility he had faced with a
light heart every morning the possi
bility of a Budden nnd violent death
berore night, had been no more to
him than an agreeable spice to the
uay s work.
it was not until he had nctunlly
learned to fly. had literally shaken th
dust of the earth from his feet and
taken to the sky as his abode, that his
wound hnd honied. The threo months
that he had spent In this upper nrctlc
air, a-wlng for 1C hours out of 24, had
calmed him, put his nerves In tune
again; glwn him for men and their
affnliB n quiet Indifference, in plnco
of the smarting contempt he hud been
hugging to his breast before. Threo
months ngo. nt sight of thoso little
human dots crossing tho glacier, ho
would have wheeled aloft and gone
Balling away. Even a month ago ho
would hardly have hung, soaring
there, above the fog, waiting for It to
lift again the veil of mystery which
It had drawn across the tragic sceno
he had Juot witnessed.
The month was August, and the
long arctic day had already begun to
know Its diurnal twilight. A fort
night ago the sun had dipped, for the
first time, below the horizon. By now
thero were four or five hours, out of
every 25, that would pass for night.
Tho sun set while he hung there in
tho air, and as It did so, with a new
slant of the breeze tho rog rolled Itseir
up into a great violet-colored cloud,
leaving the earth, the Ice, the sea un
veiled below him. And there. In the
open water or the llttlo bay, he saw a
ship, and on the shoro a cluster of
rude nuts.
It struck him, even rrom the height
at which he soared, that the ship, tied
to an Ice-floe in the shelter or the
great headland, did not look like a
whaler, nor like the sort or crart
which an arctic explorer would have
selected ror his purposes. It had moro
the trim smartness or a yacht.
They were probably all nsleen rinvn
there, he reflected. It wasnearly mid
night and he saw no signs or lire any
where. He would drop down ror a
nearer look.
He descended, with a sudden hawk
like pounce, which was one or hie
moro recent achievements in the navi
gation or tho air, checked hlmseir
again at about the level or the mast
head, with a flashing, forward swoop,
like a man diving in shallow water;
then, with a sudden effort, brought
himself up standing, his planes nearly
vertical, and, with a backward spring,
alighted, clear of his wings, on the Ice
floe Just opposite the ship.
As he did bo, he heard a little sur
prised cry, half of fear, half of aston
ishment. It was a girl's voice.
CHAPTER II.
The Girl on the Ice Floe.
She stood there on tho floe confront
ing him, not ten feet away, and at
sight of her Philip Cayley's eyes
widened. "What in the world!" he
gasped. Then stared at her speechless.
Sho was clad, down to the knees, in
sealskin, and below Its edge he could
see the tops of her small lur-trlmraea
boots. Upon her head she wore a
little turban-Uke cap or seal. The
smartly tailored lines or the coat em
phasized her young slenderness. Her
bootmaker mutt have had a reputa
tion upon some metropolitan boule
vard, and her head-gear came clearly
under the category of what is known
as modes. Her eyes wore very blue
and her hair was golden, warmed, ho
thought, as sho stood there in the
orange twilight, with a glint of red.
Cayley gasped again, as he took In
the details of this vision. Then col
lected himself. "I beg your pardon,"
ho stammered. "I don't mean to be
rudely Inquisitive, but what, In the
world, is a person llko you doing In
this part of It that Is, If you are real
at all? This Is latitude 7C, And no
cartographer who ever lived has put
that roast-line yonder Into his maps.
Yet here, In this nameless bay, I find
a yacht, nnd on this Ice floe, In tho
twilight, you."
Sho shook her head a little impa
tiently, and blinked her eyes, ns If to
clear them of n vision "Of course,"
sho said, "I know I've rallen asleep
and this1 1b a dream or mine, but even
ror a drenm, aren't you a little un
reasonable' Yachts nre a natural
mode or conveyance across the ocean.
You And them In many bays some
times In nameless ones and they al
ways hove people on them. But you
jou como wheeling down, out or a
night sky. like some great nocturnal
bird, and alight here on tho floe be
side me. And then you chango your-
huB still another taBk to perform
Sho must chase the dog back home.
Uo back," Bhe screams, waving her
prayer book at him. Tho dog stops
Go back, I eny." she says, stamping
her foot. Tho dog looks hurt. Then
Bho starts toward It, and the dog
tuniB as If it never intended to atop
going the other way.
The woman starts again for church,
goes a few steps and then turns
around In sudden suspicion to find
tho dog Just behind her, as happy and
hopeful of winning her approval as
when he first sots out. The woman
rages. She throws stonoB which
never hit him. nnd the dog fleeB, and
Is soon out of sight. But he is only
behind tho next stono wall peeking
aHer her, and when he sees that she
U aguln on her wuy. ho lope urter
hor, with his culm undisturbed. Thl
tlmo, when the woman seeo him, she
turns homo In despair.
"You'll Just have to keep this dog
home," she shjb, mulling Into the
house. "I don't see what you koop tho
horrid brute ror, anyway."
The husband calls the dog In, and
the dog knows thero Is no roollng
seir into a man and look nt me in sur
prise, and ask me, In English, what
in the world I am doing here I had
the yacht; and ask me ir I'm real."
There was a moment or silence aft
er that. Unconsciously they drew a
little nearer together. Then Cayley
spoke. "I'm real, at any rate," he
said; "at least I'm a tax payer, and I
weigh 1C0 pounds, and I have a name
and address. It's Philip Cayley, If
that will make me seem moro natural,
and my headquarters this summer -nro
over on Point Barrow."
"I'm not dreaming, then?" shecsked
dubiously.
"No," he said; "If either or us is
areaming, it's not you. May I Mrl up
my wings and talk to you ror awhile?"
Her eyes were on the broad-spread,
shimmering planes which lay on the
ice behind him. She seemed hardly
to have heard his question, though
she answered it with an almost voice
less "yes." Then she approached,
hair rearrully, tho thing he called his
"wings."
"It is uiude of aulte commnnnlnr
materials." he said with a smiin
"split bamboo and carbon and catgut
and a rabric or bladders, cemented
with flsh glue. And roldlng It up Is
rather an ungainly Job. The birds still
have the advantage of me there. In
a strong wind It's not very easy to do
without damaging something. Would
you mind slipping that Joint for me
that one right by your hand? It's jubt
like a fishing rod."
Sho did as he asked, and her smile
convinced him that she had at least
half-guessed his purpose In asking the
urviee of her. The next moment her
words confirmed It
"You wanted me to make sure, 1
suppose, that it would not turn into a
great roc when I touched it and fly
away with mo to the Valley of Dia
monds." She patted the furled wing
gently with both hands. "I suppose,"
sho continued, "one could dream aa
vividly as this, although I never have
unless, of course, this is a dream.
But " and now she held out her hand
to him, "but I hope I am awake. And
my namo Ir Jeanne Fielding."
He had the hand In his. and nntlrnrl
how live and strong and warm It was,
berore she pronounced her name. At
the sound or it, he glanced at her curi
ously; but all ho said Just then was,
"Thank you," nnd busied hlmseir Im
mediately with completing the pre ,js
of furling his wings.
When he had finished, he tossed the
Hheep-nklit down In a Hltle hollow In
the floe, and with a gesture invited
her to be 6eated.
"Oh, I've a great pile of bear skins
out here." she said, "quite a ridiculous
pile of them, considering it la not a
cold night; nnd we can make our
selves comfortable here, or go aboard
tho yacht. Just as you please."
They were seated side by side In
the little nest she had made for her
seir, before he reverted to the Idea
which had snrunr ud In hla mind
upon hearing her namo. "There was
a 'Captain Fielding' once," he said
slowly, "who set out from San Fran
cisco hair a dozen years ago, In the
hope or discovering the pole by the
way or Behrlng strait. His ship whs
never seen again, nor was any word
received from hlra. Finding you hero
and hearing your name, I wondored "
"Yes," she said gravely, "he was my
father. We got news of him last win
ter. If you cculd call It news fnr it
was four years old before It reached
us. A whaler In the crctlc fleet
picked up a floating bottle with a mes
sage from him telling whero he was.
So we have como hore to find him
at least to And where he died, for I
buppobo there is no hope never so
much as a grain of hope of anything
better"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
uon to tno story about to bo related,
tho writer wan shown a farm that was
offered threo years ago for $2G0 an
aero. That appeared to bo a high fig
uro for land upon which tho ownor
doponded upon tho crops of corn, hogs
and cattlo that cold bo raised upon
it But It wasn't A few weeks since
tho farm changed hands at f325 nn
acre. Over In Illinois, down in In
diana, up in Wisconsin, across tho
lino In Mlnnosota, tho samo oxporl
enco was met with. And then ntton.
tlon is dlrocted to Canada, which has
been tho Mecca of so many hundred
thousand Americans during tho pat
fow years. Not only In Eastern Can
ada has tho prico of lands increased,
but in Western Canada, during tho
pnst fow weeks, farm lands havo in
creased from threo to flvo dollars nn
acre, with the prospect of a Blmllar
advanco during tho next thrm mr.nth.
Tho reason for this Is very apparent
and in a few words it may bo pointed
out that the lands are worth a great
deal more than tho present prices.
Tho Northwestern Agriculturist of
Minneapolis, a paper that was ono of
tho first of tho American farm papers
to discover tho real merits of the
lands of Manitoba, Saskatchewan and
Alberta, says: "Tho reciprocity sched
ulo would encourage American farm
ers to movo to Canada, whero tho vir
gin soil will produce greater crops of
grain With less labor than nnn tin nv.
duced in our own farms In tho North
west Tho result will bo to enhance
land values in Canada." This paper
Is afraid land values In Canada will be
enhanced at tho expense of land
values in tho United States. In face
of tho fact that land values In the
united States are Increasing the rea
soning scarcely holds. Tho reason for
tho advanco In valuo of Canadian
lands Is partly accounted from the
fact admitted by this paper, that Can
ada' virgin soil will nrodn "m-nnf,-
crops of grain with less labor." But
that is not tho only reason. During
tho past twelve months 320,000 peo
ple havo made Canada their homo and
these are mostly of tho farming class.
They want farms, and the demand as
well as tho wealth of tho soil is regu
lating tho price. A study of the in
crease in tho acreage of land put un
der crop last year, which can be had
from any Canadian government repre-
ocuuiuve, win prove the point that
tho demand is increasing at a greater
ratio than oven tho most sanguine
would havo predicted.
Words aro wlso men's counters;
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aro tho money of fools. Thomas
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