INDEPENDENCE
ON THE FARM
IBPLENDID RESULTS FOLLOW
FARMING IN THE CANADIAN
WEST.
Americans In Canada Not Asked to
Forget That They Were Born
Americans.
Farm produce today is remunera
tive, and this helps to make farm life
agreeable. Those who are studying
the economics of the day tell us that
the strength of the nation lies in the
(cultivation of the soli. Farming is no
longer a hand-to-mouth existence. It
means independence, often affluence,
but certainly Independence.
Calling at a farm house, near one of
the numerous thriving towns of Al
berta, In Western Canada, the writer
Was given a definition of "indepen
idenee” that was accepted as quite
(Original. The broad acres of the farm
-er's land had a crop—and a splendid
cue, too, by the way—ripening for the
keapers’ work. The evenness of the
crop, covering field after field, attract
ed attention, as did also the neatness
of tho surroundings, tho well-built sub
stantial story-and-a-balf log house, and
the well-rounded sides of the cattle.
His broken English—he was a French
.Canadian—was easily understandable
And pleasant to listen to. He had
come thore from Montreal a year ago,
bad paid $20 an aero for the 820-acre
farm, with the little Improvement It
bad. He had never farmed before, yet
pis crop was excellent, giving evi
dence as to the quality of the soil, and
the good Judgment that had been used
3hi Its preparation. And brains count
In farming as well as "braw." Asked
bow he liked It there, he straightened
bis broad shoulders, and with hand
outstretched towards the waving fields
Of grain, this young French Canadian,
model of symmetrical build, replied:
“Be gosh, yes, we like him—the
farmin’—well, don't we, Jeannette?"
As he smilingly turnod to tho young
(Wife standing near. She had accom
panied him from Montreal to his far
west home, to assist him by her wifely
belp and companionship, In making n
Dew home In this new land. "Yes, we
come here wan year ago, and we never
farm before. Near Montreal, me
father, he kep de grls’ mill, an’ de
cardin' mill, an’ be gosh! he run de
cheese factor’ too. He work, an' me
work, an’ us work tarn har', be gosh!
tJs work for de farmer; well ’den,
■ometin’ go not always w’at you call
RANG THE BELL, ALL RIGHT
El — 1
btiouiM of Yield of Wheal in Western Canada lor
t 1910 Mora Than One Hundred Million Bushels.
de’ right, an' de farmer he say de'
mean t'lng, be gosh! and tell us go to
•—well, anyway he tarn mad. Now,”
and then he waved his hand again
ItowardB the fields, "I 'ave no bodder,
Bo cardin' mill, no gris' mill, no cheese
factor’. 1 am now de farmer man an'
when me want to, mo can say to de
Oder fellow! you go-! Well, we
like him—the farmin’.” And that was
a good definition of Independence.
Throughout a trip of several hun
<fred miles In the agricultural district
of Western Canada, the writer found
the farmers In excellent spirits, an
optimistic feeling being prevalent
everywhere. It will be Interesting to
the thousands on the American side
of the line to know that their rela
tlves and friends are doing well there,
that they have made their homo In a
country that stands up so splendidly
iunder what has been trying conditions
In most of the northwestern part of
,the farming districts of the continent.
With the exception of some portions
of Southern Alberta, and also a por
tion of Manitoba and Southern Sas
katchewan the grain crops could be
described as fair, good and excellent.
The same drought that affected North
and South Dakota, Montana, Minne
sota, Wisconsin and other of the
(northern central states extended over
into a portion of Canada just men
tioned. But in these portions the
crops for the past four or five years
■were splendid and the yields good.
The great province of Saskatchewan
has suffered less from drought in pro
Jiortlon to her area under cultivation
than either of the other provinces. On
the other hand, instead of the drought
being confined very largely to the
south of the main line of the C. P. R.
It Is to be found in patches right
through the center of northern Sas
katchewan also. In spite, of this, how
ever, Saskatchewan has a splendid
crop. A careful checking of the aver
ages of yield, with the acreages in the
different districts, gives an average
yield of 15V* bushels to the acre.
In Southern Alberta one-fifth of the
Winter wheat will not be cut, or has
been re-sown to feed. There are In
dividual crops which will run as hlgl:
as 45 bushels on acres of 600 and 1,00<
acres, but there are others which wlB
drop as low as 15. A safe average foi
winter wheat will be 19 bushels. Th«
sample Is exceptionally fine, excepting
In a few cases where It has been wrln
kled by extreme heat.
Tho northern section of Alberta hai
been naturally anxious to Impress *th«
world with the fact that It has not
suffered from drought, and this is quits
true. Wheat crops run from 20 to 3(
bushels to an acre, but In a report
such as Uils it is really only possible
to deal with the province as a whol«
and while the estimate may seem very
low to the people of Alberta, It Is fall i
to the province throughout.
When the very light rainfall and
other eccentricities of the past season
are taken Into account, It seems noth
lng short of a miracle that the Cana
dian West should have produced 10J
million bushels of wheat, which it
less than 18 million bushels short ol
the crop of 1909. It is for the West
generally a paying crop and perhapi
tho best advertisement the country
has ever had, as it shows that no mat
ter how dry tho year, with thorough
tillage, good seed and proper methods
of conserving tho moisture, a crop can
always be produced.
As some evidence of the feeling of
the farmers, are submitted letters
written by farmers but a few days
ago, and they offor the best proof that
can be given.
Maidstone, Sask., Aug. 4, ’10.
I came to Maidstone from Menomi
nee, Wls., four years ago, with my
parents and two brothers. Wo all lo
cated homesteads at that time and
now have our patents. The soli Is a
rich black loam ns good as I have evei
seen. Wo have had good crops each
year and In 1909 they were exceeding
ly good. Wheat yielding from 22 to 40
bushels per acre and oats from 40 to
80. We are well pleased with the
country and do not care to return to
our native state. 1 certainly believe
that Saskatchewan Is Just the place
for a hustler to get a start and make
himself a home. Wages here for farm
labor range from $35 to $46 per
month. Lee Dow.
Tofleld, Alberta, July 10, 1910.
I am a native of Texas, the largest
and one of the very best stateB of the
Union. I have been here three years
and have not one desire to return to
the States to live. There Is no place
I know of that offers such splendid
Inducements for capital, brain and
brawn. I would like to say to all who
are not satisfied where you aro, make
a trip to Western Canada; If you do
not like It you will feel well repaid
for your trip. Take this from one
who's on the ground. We enjoy splen
did government, laws, school, railway
facilities, health, and last, but not
least, an Ideal climate, and this from
a Texan. O. L. Pughs.
James Normur of Porter, Wisconsin,
after visiting Dauphin, Manitoba,
says: "I have been In Wisconsin 25
years, coming out from Norwny. Never
have 1 Been better laud and the crops
In East Dauphin are better than I
have ever seen, especially the oats.
There Is more straw and It has heav
ier heads than ours In Wisconsin.
"This Is Just the kind of land we
are looking for. We are all used to
mixed farming and the land we have
seen Is finely adapted to that sort of
work. Cattle, hogs, horses and grain
will be my products, and for the live
stock, prospects could not be better.
I have never seen such cattle as are
raised here on the wild prairie grasses
and the vetch that stands three or
four feet high In the groves and on
the open prairie.
Sir Wilfred Laurler Talks to Amer
leans.
Sir Wilfred Laurler, Premier of
Cannda, Is now making a tour of
Western Canada and In the course of
his tour he has visited many of tho
districts In which Americans have set
tled. He expresses himself as highly
pleased with them. At Craig, Sas
katchewan, the American settlers
joined with tho others In an address
of welcome. In replying Sir Wilfred
said In part:
“I understand that many of you
have come from the great Republic
to tho south of us—a land which Is
akin to us by blood and tradition. I
hope that In coming from a free coun
try you realize that you come also to
another free country, and that al
though you came from a republic you
have come to what Is a crowned
democracy. The King, our sovereign,
has perhaps not so many powers as
the President of the United States,
but whether we are on tho one side
of the lino or the other, we are all
brothers by blood, by kinship, by ties
of relationship. In coming here as
you have come and becoming natural
ized citizens of this country no one de
sires you to forget the land of your
ancestors. It would be a poor man
who would not always have In his
heart a fond affection for the land
which he came from. The two greatest
countries today are certainly the
United Kingdom of Great lifltain and
Ireland and the Republic of the Unit
ed States. Lei them be united to
gether and the peace of the world
wdll be forever assured.
"1 hope that In coming here as you
have, you have found liberty. Justice
and equality of rights. In this coun
try. as In your own, you know nothing
of separation of creed and race, for
you are all Canadians here. And If
I may express a wish It Is that you
would become as good Canadians as
you have been good Amer'cans and
that you may yet remain good Amer
icans. We do not want you to forget
what you have been: but we want you
to look more to the future than to the
past. Let me, before we part, tender
you the sincere expression of my
warmest gratii"do for your reception.”
TAVERNAY
A Tale of the Red Terror
BY BURTON E. STEVENSON.
Author of “The Marathon Mystery,” "The Hotladay Case,” "A Soldier of
Virginia,” etc.
Copyrighted. 1909, by Burton EL Stevenson.
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CHAPTER XIII—(Continued)
"I know it!" confessed his master,
and wiped ills forehead with a shak
ing hand. "Yet I would have risked
it giadly, had I only killed that
scoundrel. I must kill him—I must kill
him. I could not rest in my grave with
him alive!”
“Who Is it?" asked Madame. “Who
Is it that you wish to kill?”
"The scoundrel who set these peas
ants on.”
"Who seeks your life?"
"Oh, more than my life, madame!"
he answered hoarsely. "More than my
life! i could forgive him that!"
For a moment, she stared at him, not
understanding. Then her face went
white with horror and she put out a
hand for support.
"It cannot come to that!” she mur
mured. "At least, we will not let it
come to that!”
“No,” he said, and drew her to him.
"Do not fear, my love. It shall never
come to that!"
The firing had slackened and at
lasl we ventured to look down again.
The mob had drawn away from the
tower and had gathered into little
groups staring up at It.
"It is to be a siege,” said M. le
Comte, laughing grimly. "If we were
only provisioned, we might hold out
Indefinitely—and these rogues have
little patience."
But Pasdeloup shook his head.
“You do not know them, monsieur,"
he said. “They have patience enough.
But it Is not a siege they are planning
—It is on assault—I am sure of It.”
"Well, let them plan," retorted his
master. “Let them assault. Much
good will It do them!”
"No doubt,” said Pasdeloup, quietly,
"the governor of the Bastille uttered
the same words when he looked down
at the unarmed mob of Paris from the
battlement of his prison.”
“You are right, my friend,” said M.
le Cotnte. gently. "He did not under
stand the power of the people. But I,
who have been In La Vendee, should
know better. You think we are In
danger, then?"
"Beyond question,” answered Pasde
loup. "And I am glad that it Is so—
that there will be no sclge. Since there
Is no succor for us anywhere, we must.
In the end, either starve or surrender.
For myself, I prefer a short sharp
fight, with death at the end of It.”
"And I,” I said.
“For myself I can say the same,”
agreed M. le Comte. "But for the
women," and he glanced toward where
they stood, sheltered by the parapet
"For the women," said Pasdeloup,
grimly, "the last bullets must be
saved.”
"Thore is nothing then, but to remain
here and be murdered?" demanded his
masted. "You believe that, Pasde
loup?"
■wered tie other, cheerfully. "We
■hall first make every elTort to escape.”
Hut how?”
“I must think about It,” said Pas
doloup, with a self assurance which
at another time would have been
amusing. “There is no time to be
lost," and he disappeared down the
Stair leading to the floor below.
My companion looked after him
musingly.
“Ah. Tavernay." he said, "I am be
ginning to suspect that there are depths
In these peasants of which we have
never dreamed. I have seen them tight
like heroes and 1 had always thought
them cowards. Here tonight I have
seen one stand erect, a man, and I had
fancied that they could only crawl.
When France wins through this peril
and shakes off this madness which
has her by the throat, there will be
such a scarcity of hearts as the world
has never seen."
A sudden stillness had fallen upon
the mob below; no sound rose to the
platform save the crackling of the
flames. We looked down to see what
tills unaccustomed silence meant, and
found that the little groups of people
had drawn still farther away from the
tower and were watching it with a
kind of awed expectancy. Their silence
was Infinitely more sinister than their
shouting: there was something about It
—something horrible and threatening—
which sent a chill to the very marrow.
Why should they stand there staring
at the tower? What frightful thing was
about to happen?
M. lo Comte evidently felt the same
foreboding, for he gazed down at them
with drawn brows.
"What do they mean?" he muttered.
"What do they mean?"
He stared a moment longer, then
turned to his wife.
“Come hither, my love,” he said,
and when she came, drew her to him
and held her close.
My heart was full to bursting. In
an Instant I was beside Charlotte.
"My love,” I said softly, and held out
my arms to her.
"What is It?" she whispered. "Oh,
what is It?"
"I do not know. They are preparing
something, awaiting something. It Is
the end, perhaps."
“The end," she echoed hoarsely. "The
end." and she stared up Into my eyes,
her lips trembling.
“And If It were," I questioned
gently, "would you not wish to meet
it with my arms about you? Oh,
they are longing for you."
She did not answer, but I fancied
she swayed toward me.
In an Instant she was close againsf
my heart—close against my heart.
“Since this is the end," I said,
softly, "since there Is no future, you
are going to love me, are you not,
Charlotte? And there Is a future!
In a moment more nothing can ever
separate us—your soul and mine!
Look at me, my love!"
The tears were streaming down her
face as she lifted it to mine.
“Kiss me!" she whispered. "Kiss
me!”
I bent and kissed her and felt her
warm lips answer. Oh. now I could
smile In the very face of death!
"I love you!" I murmured, my pulses
bounding wildly. "I love you—love you
—love you! Now and always, I love
i you; for life or death-"
A deep roar burst upon the night, a
sheet of livid flame leaped upward
toward us, and the tower swnved and
trembled as though smitten by some
mighty hand.
. CHAPTER XIV.
A Better Man Than I.
I opened my eyes to find the tower
still standing, and my love clinging to
me. her face tear-stained and white.
"We are safe!” she cried. “We are
safe'. It was not the end!"
Then the bonds of bewilderment were
struck away, for the mob, with a wild
yell, charged toward the tower as one
man.
"A mine!" cried M. le Corate. '“A
s
mine!" and putting his wife gently
from him, he hurled himself toward the
stair.
Blindly I bent and kissed the red lips
still raised to mine, put away the
dinging hands—with what aching of
the heart may be imagined!—and fol
lowed M. le Comte without daring to
look back. Down we flew, half smoth
ered by the fumes of sulphur and
clouds of dust, down into that black
pit which yawned to swallow us, one
flight, two—then M. le Comte held me
back.
“Wait," he said; "wait," and he de
scended cautiously some few steps. He
was back beside me in a moment.
“They have made a breach," he said.
"I could Bee the glint of their torches
through it. But they must clear away
the debris before they can enter. We
have perhaps five minutes.”
"We can hold the stair,” I said. "It
is steep and narrow. Two swords can
keep an army back.”
"But once they gain entrance below
us, they can burn us out. No, we must
escape, Tavernay—or make a dash for
It. Better death by the sword than by
Are.”
"And the women?"
"For them," he said, with set teeth,
"the same death as for us—it is the
only way. For me, my wife; for you,
Charlotte. Are you brave enough to
thrust your sword into her heart, my
friend?”
A cold sweat broke out upon me,
head to foot.
"God In heaven, no!" I cried hoarse
ly. "Not that—anything but that!"
"As for me," said my companion,
with a terrible calmness, “I prefer to
kill my wife rather than abandon her
to the mercies of Goujon. Come,
Tavernay, be a man! You love her
and yet you hesitate I"
"Love her! Oh. God!” I groaned.
"Come! We have but a moment.
They are almost through!" and, in
deed, I could hear the frantic blows
with which the debris was being swept
aside, could see the reflection of the
torches' glare. By a supreme effort I
controlled the trembling which shook
me.
"Very well, monsieur,” I said, as
calmly as I could, "I am ready. What
Is It you propose?”
By the dim glare of the torches I
could see his white face, poised like
a phantom’s In the air before me.
"Spoken like a manl" he said and
gripped my hand. "What I propose is
this—we will hold this stair until they
find they cannot carry it by assault;
then, as they prepare their fire, we
will ascend to the platform, bid the
women good-by—Goa of Heaven, what
Is that?”
I, too, heard the blood curdling sound
which rose suddenly In one corner of
the room. It was a sort of snarling
whine, which rose and fell and rose
again, mixed with a hideous panting
which never stopped. There was some
thing bestial about it—something ap
palling, inhuman—yet what beast could
produce a sound like that?
Cautiously we approached the cor
ner, sword in hand. Whatever it was,
however formidable, we must have it
out—we could run no risk of being tak
en in the rear. The great, draped bed
loomed through the darkness, sinister
and threatening. The sounds came
from within it—the thing had taken
refuge there. As I stared with smart
ing eyes, I fancied I could see the cur
tains quiver, as though the thing be
hind them was trembling with eager
ness to spring upon us.
"A light! We must have a light!”
cried M. le Comte, stamping his feet
in an agony of Impatience. “God's
blood! What is it. Tavernay?”'
Gripping my teeth to restrain their
< hattering, I advanced to the bed and
Jerked down the rotting curtains. They
fell In a suffocating shower of dust,
yet even then I could see nothing of
what lay behind. But the noise ceased.
Then suddenly beside me rose a
phantom, which, even as I drew back
my arm to strike, seized my wrist and
held it in a grip of steel.
"Not so fast, monsieur,” said a
hoarse voice.
"Pasdeloup! Was It you, then?"
But Pasdeloup had already turned
to his master.
"I have a rope, M. le Comte," he said
"A rope! A rope! But where did
you got It, Pasdeloup?"
"From the bed. Oh. I had trouble
enough loosening those knots! They
had been tightened by I know not what
weight! The people who lay in that
bed were giants! And at the end, I
thought it would be too late. But It Is
not—It is not! Come—there is yet a
ehanee!”
He started for the stair, and at the
same instant there came from below
a crash of falling stone and a chorus
of exultant yells.
"They have broken through," said
M. le Comte. "They will be upon us in
a moment. Tavernay, to you I confide
my wife, and to you, Pasdeloup! Has
ten! Hasten! I will keep them back,"
and he took his station at the stair
head.
Without a word Pasdeloup threw the
ro-e to me, sprang to the corner
whjtf'e the bed stood, and with a single
jerk ripped off one of the heavy posts,
tipped with iron; then, pushing his
master aside, roughly and yet tenderly,
he seized for himself the post of dan
ger, from which there could be no re
treat.
"Go, messieures," he cried. "Go
quickly! There is yet time!*’
We stood uncertain. It seemed such
a cowardly thing to run away, leaving
this man to face the frenzied mob—
to abandon him, to permit him to lay
down his life for us—such a cowardly
thing!
He glanced around to see us still
standing there.
"Not gone!" he cried furiously.
"Body of God! Are we all to die, then
—and the women, too? Fools! Cow
ards!"
"He is right," said M. le Comte,
hoarsely. "He is right, Tavernay—It is
cowardice holds us here! We must go,
if we would save the women. Pasde
loup." he said. "I thank thee. I honor
thee. Thou art a better man than I!"
"Go. monsieur, go!" urged Pasde
loup. "I am paying my debt. My life
has been yours, any time these 20
years. It is nothing. Go."
Without a word M. le Comte turned
and started up the stair. I followed
him, my eyes blurred with tears, And
as we went, we heard a rush of feet
behind us, then a chorus of groans and
yells,' which told us that the attack had
begun, and that Pasdeloup, stood firm.
And M. le Comte's words were ring
ing In my head.
Pasdeloup. Pasdeloup! A better man
than I! A better man than I!
c: PTKR XV.
The End of Gabirelle’s Tower.
Not until we had reached the plat
form and come out Into the deal
moonlight and the radiance of the glow
cast by the flames was It possible for
us to examine the rope and ascertain
If Pasdeloup had really provided us
with a means of escape. It was a cord 1
light but of unusual strength which
had been passed from side to side of
the bed to support the bedding, and
not rotten as I had feared. But it was
too short—a glance told me that—too
short by many feet to reaoh from the
parapet to the ground.
"We must use one of the windows,"
I said, and M. le Comte assented with
a motion of the head.
I ran down to the floor below, and,
closing my ears as well as I could, to
the shrieks and curses of the mob
which was struggling to force a pas
sage to the stair, flung back the shut
ter of the window which looked out
upon the wood opposite the chateau.
Then cautiously I scanned the ground
about the tower, but could see no evi
dence of my guard, nor any stragglers
from the mob which was hurling itself
on Pasdeloup. With a deep breath of,
relief, I withdrew my head, and secur
ing one end of the cord to the great
hinge of the shutter, made a loop in
the other.
At that instant, M. le Comte came
down the stair, bringing the women
with him. He noted my arrangements
at a glance and approved them with a
nod.
"Now, my love,” ho said, and mad
ame came forward at once, pale, but
holding herself admirably in hand.
By the moonlight which flooded the
apartment through the open window, I
perceived, dark against her bosom, the
handle of a dagger, and instantly I
knew who had given it to her and
why.
“I am ready, monsieur,” she said,
and lifted a radiant face to his. I
knew that she believed she was going
to her death and was not afraid.
“Good!” he cried. “You are setting
us all an example of courage. Sit here
on the window sill—so; now swing your
feet over—so; now place them in this
loop and grasp the rope tightly. Stay
close by the tower until we descend. It
will be but a moment. And now good
by, my love.”
She bent and kissed him, then let
herself slide slowly from the window
ledge, while we braced ourselves for
the shock. 1 could see the shudder
which shook her as she whirled for a
moment in midair; I saw her teeth
sink into her lip to restrain the cry
of terror which rose in her throat.
Then she succeeded in steadying her
self, and we lowered her hand over
hand.
“God grant that she has not been
seen,” murmured M. le Comte, and
from my heart I echoed the prayer.
In a moment the rope slackened
and we knew that she had reached the
ground. M. le Comte leaned out and
looked down at her and waved his
hand .
She is safe,” he said, “she has not
been seen.”
In a breath we had drawn the rope
up again.
“Now, Charlotte,” said M. le Comte,
and I helped her to mount the win.
dow ledge.
“Mademoiselle,” I said hoarsely,
“take this pistol; conceal It somewhere
in your gown. And if you are sur
prised, if you see there is no escape,
use it."
For an Instant she did not under
stand; then, with a quick breath,
she held Out her hand.
“Thank you," she said qijietly, “I
shall not forget,” and she thrust the
weapon beneath her cloak.
"Goodby, my love,” I whispered,
and with a quick blush she pressed
her lips to mine. “My love, my
love.”
She smiled at me and held her eyes
on mine; then she passed slowly down
ward, out of sight. A moment more
and she, too, had reached the gTound.
So concerned had we been in get
ting them safely down, that neither
of us had thought or fear for the tu
mult beneath our feet; but now, as
we paused an instant to take breath,
it seemed to me that it was mounting
toward us.
“You next, M. le Comte,” I said, "and
do not wait for me. Get under cover
of the wood, and I will Join you—but
do not wait too long.”
He hesitated an Instant, then sprang
to the sill.
“That is best," he answered. "We
shall wait for you at the edge of the
wood directly west of the tower. You
cannot miss us. And we will wait until
you come.”
He gripped my hand, caught the
rope and disappeared from the win
dow. At the same Instant I turned
and darted down the stair.
At every step the pandemonium
below grew in volume until it seemed
that all the fiends of hell were fighting
on that narrow stair; the pungent
smell of powder assailed my nostrils
and through the darkness I caught the
flash of musket and pistol and the
flare of torches. But with a grasp of
relief I saw’ that the mob had not yet
gained a foothold in the room.
(Continued Next Week.)
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HE WAS A BIGGER FOOL.
Mrs. Fuyter—I was a fool to marry
you.
Mr. Fuyter—I think so—but you must
not take all the blame on yourself. I
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It Is a matter of common observation
that grass does not grow so well close
to ees as in the open. The same Is
tri of grains. Experiments In this
country and In England have shown
that the deleterious effects upon one
another of grass and trees are mutual.
The trees suffer as well as the grass
and grain. This is especially true of
fruit trees. The cause is ascribed to the
excretion by the trees, on the one hand,
of substances poisonous to the grass, on
the other hand, of substances poisonous
to the trees. It thus appears that the
failure of grass to grow well near trees
should not be ascribed to too much
shade, nor to the exhaustion bv the
tree roots of the food needed by the
grass.
Ellis island records show that of 52,
727 immigrants who arrived here in
July, 12,895; or about 25 per cent, are
illiterates. Illiteracy is no bar to an
immigrant so long as he appears physi
cally able to care for himself. Only
1,127 persons who sought to enter the
country’ were haired at the port of New
York last month.
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Stranger—I suppose you people In
this town think you have the grandest
climate in the country?
Man With a Cold—No; but we claln
the greatest variety.
Opportunity of Suffragist.
Baroness Aletta Koril tells in one
of the magazines how the women of
Finland came to vote. The fact la
that women had to show that they
could meet an emergency before the
vote came to them. They have not
had many opportunities to take the
Initiative In the world’s history and
they have not always responded when
the opportunity came, but when a
crisis, such as that In 1904, when the
strike and the revolutionary outbreak
In Russia took place at the same time,
occurred, they proved they could
make peace by doing it. Not until
England and the United States find
the women helping them to bear some
great trouble will they give them the
right to vote.
Globular Lightning,
Yesterday the Inhabitants of Lewis
ham were provided with a specimen
of (hat curious phenomenon known aa
“globular lightning.” It is what is
commonly called the “fire hall," and
as It persists for several seconds it Is
obviously of a totally different char
acter from any other form of lightning.
It Is much less brilliant than ordinary
lightning, and Its brightness appears
to be that of Iron at the "red hot”
stage.
It Is not, as some accounts might
lead one to Infer, a solid mlssle, but
it Is always spherical and appears to
fall from a thunder cloud by Its own
gravity, sometimes rebounding after
striking the ground.—London Globe.
Source of Revelation.
Twenty-seven new, crisp $1 hills,
says Harper's Weekly, weigh as much
as a $20 gold piece. Wouldn't have
thought It, and have no means of
proving the assertion, but If so It Is
probably owing In some way to the
recent activity of the Inspectors of
weights and measures.
“NO FRILLS”
Just Sensible Food Cured Him.
Sometimes a good, healthy commer
cial traveler suffers from poorly se
lected food and Is lucky If he learns
that Grape-Nuts food will put him
right.
A Cincinnati traveler says: "About
a year ago my stomach got in a bad
way. I had a headache most of the
time and suffered misery. For several
months I ran down until I lost about
10 pounds In weight and finally had to
give up a good position and go home.
Any food that I might use seemed to
nauseate me.
"My wife, hardly knowing what to
do, one day brought home a package
of Grape-Nuts food and coaxed me to
try 1L I told her It was no use hut
finally to humor her I tried a little,
and they Just struck my taste. It
was the first food I had eaten In near
ly a year that did not cause any suffer
ing.
"Well, to make a long story short,!
began to Improve and stuck to Grape
Nuts. I went up from 135 pounds In
December to 194 pounds the following
October.
“My brain Is clear, blood all
right and appetite too much for any
man's pocketbook. In fact, I am thor
oughly made over, and owe It all to
Grape-Nuts. I talk so much about what
Grape-Nuts will do that some of the
men on the road have nicknamed me
‘Grape-Nuts,’ but I stand today a
healthy, rosy-cheeked man—a pretty
good example of what the right kind
of food will do.
“You can publish this If you want to.
It is a true statement without any
frills.”
Read the little book, “The Road to
Wellville,” In pkgs. “There's a Reason."
Ever read the above letter? A new
onf appear** from time to time. Thef
■ re genuine, true, and full of huauui
Uimat.
