THAT AWFUL BACKACHE Cured by Lydia E. Pinknam’s Vegetable Compound Morton's Gap, Kentucky.—"I suf fered two years with female disorders, ' Tiny health was very bad and I had a :i continual backache which was simply awful. I could not ; stand on my feet $ long enough to cook ;ia meal’s victuals , ■ without my back *) nearly killing me. i * and I would have such dragging sen sations I could • _ I hardly bear It. I lad soreness in each sido, could not etand tight clothing, and was irregular. & was completely run down. On ad. Tice I took Lydia E. 1’inkham’s Vege table Compound and Liver Pills and. am enjoying good health. It is now more than two years and I have not lad an ache or pain sinco I do all my own work, washing and everything, .and never have the backacho any more. 1 think your medicine is grand and X praise it to all my neighbors. If you think my testimony will help others you may publish it.”—Mrs. Ollib Woodall, Morton’s Gap, Kentucky. Backache is a symptom of organio weakness or derangement. If you lave backache don’t neglect it. To ft permanent relielf you must reach e root of the trouble. Nothing wa iow of will do this so surely as Lydia Pinkham’s Compound. Write to Mrs. PInkliani, at Xynn, Mass., for special advice. Your letter will lie absolutely confidential, and the ad vice free, JUST LIKE EM. -———-—-f j 6/>e Temptation I =of No. 26= i —----------a BY MODESTE H. JORDAN. (Copyright, 1904, by W. R. Hearst.) "Forward, twenty-six." In answer to the Bumir'ms a tall, •rtalght girl, wearing a simple black dress, the regulation costume of Ihe women clerks In Regan Hros,. walked briskly toward the front of the store. It was John Regan, head of the house of Regan Hros., a shrewd business man, to whom the success of the "cloak and suit house" of Regan Bros., was due, who had called to the girl. This." said John Regan to the tall girl In the black gown, is Mr. Burton of the ‘Dally Herald.' Mr. Burton wishes to secure a model to pose In •mart gowns and wraps to Illustrate u fashion story In his paper." Very shortly Burton had arranged with the model to he prompt In appear ing the Slraug photograph gallery. H* Silted her for tier name before leaving the store and learned that it was Lucy Bax ton. A carriage cloak, a dinner gown, low In the neck and sleeveless, an afternoon costume and several "creations” in hats were borne to the photographer's the next morning. Lucy Paxton was there also at the appointed time. So was Mr. Burton. The young newspaper man caught his breath at the vision of lovliness that stepped before the camera front the dressing room. What he saw was a splendid figure, perfect as to contour, clad In a shimmering satin of rosy tint. The neck and arms revealed by the low-cut bodice were as white as milk • ml as smooth as Ivory. A small head, poised beautifully, was crowned with tlurk brown hair that held the light here and there until it gleamed like gold. Two "view’s" of this gown were made. Then the long carriage cloak was thrown on. The beauty of the wearei was Increased by Its deeper pink tint Then came the afternoon gown and stunning hats. VVluit would the folks at home thinkT And Ihere was Jack. Strange sh» '•ad riot thought of Jack before. Now as she walked back to the store there was almost terror in her heart. Jack had cautioned her before she left home not to become a bold woman or indif ferent to conventionalities. And poof Jack had actually shed tears at the thought that it was necessary for her lo endeavor to earn a livelihood until his college course was finished and ha could begin the practice of law and provide the little nest of a home he dreamed of. But pshaw! She told herself that she did not believe after all that she would care to settle down as the w ife of ft poor young country lawyer. Other women, not half so beautiful as herself, bad so much more—didn't she see them come into the store every day with seemingly limitless hank accounts at their disposal because they were the wives of rich men. That night when she left the store ft little silk jacket was wrapped into ft small parcel and tucked under her •rm. There was no difficulty in getting out of the shop with it, for John Regan allowed no inspection of Ihe clerks. This he considered beneath an em ployer of men and women, and pro claimed to those who questioned his methods that sooner or later a thief would convict himself, and that, too, without special watching. One of the hatB, a black and white one, that the young model had worn with the afternoon gown, was bewltch Ingly becoming. There were other hats that would catch the eye of the average •hopper more readily, and If No. 26 was ft little out of her department when she •tepped over over to the millinery cases luld thrust the black and white hat back Into one corner—why no one no ticed it. Two rinVH lntf*r thf» V»lnr*lr TX’Vli+A he Diamond Ship MAX PEMBERTON Author of “Doctor Xavier," "The Hundred Days,” eto. Copyright by D. Appleton & Co. 1 der to the bridge deck and clutch ! ing there at the rope which opened the steamer's siren. Good God! What an nstant of suspense! Were the fires be w damped down, or was there steam the boiler? One tremendous pull ipon the rope had no answer for me j at all. Again, und again I Jerked the ! cord back as though very desperation j would sound the alarm which should ; summon my friends and save me from i the rabble. And the men below watched me aghast, their curiosity overpowering them, their mouths agape, so that when the siren’s blast went echoing over the still sea at last, you could have heard a footfall on our decks or caught the meaning of a whispered message. The • men were dumfounded. I say, and without idea. This I have ever observed to be a habit among sea men when the news of any great dis aster comes upon them or they are taken unawares In an Instant of emer gency. No clown could look more child ish then, or any Master Boldface laugh as foolishly. There they were In a croup below me. some with their hands thrust deep Into their pockets, some smoking Idly; some looking into the faces of their neighbors as though a glance would answer the riddle of the night. And while they stood, the siren roared a blast of defiance again, as the voice of a Minotaur of the deep, warning and terrifying and not to be resisted. Had I doubted the vigilance of my good comrades upon the yacht, I could have doubted It no longer. White Wings answered my signal almost Instantly in a higher note of defiance, in a shrill assent to that wild roll call, the orator mechan ical of honest friendship. And as sha answered, her siren seemed to put a reproach upon me, saying, "The yacht Is here—all Is well—why have you doubted us?” WESTERN CANADA COUNTING ITS GOLD THE GRAIN CROP OF 1910 WAS A GOOD PAYING ONE. Crop conditions throughout the west of Canada were not ideal, but notwith standing there were excellent crops. Reports come from different parts to the agents of the Canadian govern ment, whose literature tens a good part of the story, that the crops in most places were splendid. At Castor, Alta., F. Galloway’s oaf crop threshed 35 bushels to the acre, machine measure, and 44 bushels by weight. Alex Robertson of Dellsle. Alta., had 20 bushels to the acre oA 875 acres. \V. & H. Clark, 17 bush els to the acre on 77 acres. Sheldon Ramsey, 20 bushels on 160 acres, J. Lane threshed 3,500 buohels off 20(f acres; J. Hamilton, 5,20(1 bushels off 264 acres. Mrs. Headley had an av erage of 25 bushels per acre on 160 acres. Chambers Bros, got 13,270 bushels off 650 acres. Fertile Valley district, G. Rollo, had an average of 25 bushels to the aern on a total crop of 10,000 bushels. El Brown of Plneher Creek had a yield of 33 bushels on his winter wheat) W. Walker, Miss Walker and John Goberts all had an average yield of 25 bushels; Mr. Fitzpatrick, 23, and Mr. FYeebairn, 20. Charles Nelson of Bon Accord, Alberta, had threshed his crop of 5,000 bushels of grain, wheat, oats and barley, from 210 acres of old ground. Wm. Logan of Bon Accord is re ported to have threshed 400 bushels of wheat from 9 acres of new break ing. His oats it is said yielding over 100 bushels to the acre. Robert Mai* tin of Belbeek, Sask., from 100 acres got 3,740 bushels of wheat. Geo. A. Campbell of Caron, Sask., from 130 acres summer fallow got 40 bushels per acre, and from 60 acres stubble got 24 bushels per acre. One of the farmers of Colonsay threshed out 34 bushels of wheat per acre from 15® acres summer fallow, and another 33 bushels per acre. James Glen ol Orinkwater, Sask., had 36Ya bushel® per acre; 40 acres summer fallow, 31 bushel3 per acre; 40 acres stubble^ 27 bushels per acre; total, 6,680 bushels off 200 acres. Abe Winters }f Fleming has 39 bushels of wheat per aero. At Govan, Benjamin Arm strong had 33 bushels to the acre. CHAPTER XVIII. (Continued.) "Was General Fordlbras on board with tho man you speak of?” I "Not this trlj>. I heard tell he'd gone to Europe. He's too easy for this Job. • Three Fingers never could look a Shef field knlfo In the. face. I guess his daughter’s got all the courage.” We had passed another door of steel as he spoke and descended a short flight of stairs to a second corridor, above , which were cublns of a commoner or der. Here the surgery of the ship had i been located—a well-fitted, thoroughly i modern apartment, recently tenanted, It i seemed, by a doctor who knew what the : hospitals of Europe were doing. A ■ quick search discovered the antiseptics, , the wool, the liniment, and the lancets, ; without which so little could be done i for the wounded men above. There was ] nothing missing for the practice of a i modern art. It would be a work of supererogation . to tell you of the long hours which fol lowed immediately upon my assumption ■ of tho role of ship’s doctor. I passed I through them as one passes through a . dreamland of restless thoughts. There j was no less than 31 wounded men upon t l he steamer, and of these seven be- [ longed to the fo’eastlo party, 24 to the saloons. The latter chained my Inter- ( ests In spite of their condition, for there i were Englishmen among them and | faces that the stories of recent crimes had made familiar to me. One lad. , slashed heavily across tho forehead by , a clasp knife, had been mentioned, I , remembered In connection with the ! famous forgeries upon the bank of , England some five years ago. I recog- ' nlzed the Italian Jewel thief Detucchi, , the German forger Urich, the young . Belgian Monterry, supposed to be serv- . lug a sentence of penal servitude for . life for bis attack upon King Leopold. , Happily, a few of these men had been ‘ wounded by rifle bullets. Those whom f the guns had killed fell upon the in stant and their bodies were already in ' the sea. My patients were the victims of cuts, fearful gashes in some cases 1 and difficult fractures in others. Two ' died while 1 tried to help them. It was * a woeful task and I trust that I may never be called to its fellow. ' The honest men, happily—for so I ’ railed the sailors of the ship—had suf- i ' fared considerably less. 1 found them ' profoundly grateful for such services as F 1 could render them; nor did tho Am- ' erlcan hesitate to tell me frankly the 1 story of the mutiny. 11 "We were for making Rio, but Mr. Ross f stood out,” he said. “A relief’s ex- ' pocted, and I guess there are some law- I sick -folk on board her. He treated us * like dirt and began to talk of rafting, f Do you know what rafting Is, doctor—■ c no; well. It’s putting living men over- l board on a raft as big as a deal board 1 and wishing ’em good luck while they 11 go. Don’t try it while you can sail 1 3d(oon. Colin Ross fell sick of a fever, I and Is down below, raving now. We '•[ got the arms by tickling the mate’s ( whiskers and promising him Ross’s ' berth. That was the llrst and the last f of It. We shut ’em down like sheep, and now we’re going ashore to spend t our money—those that live, though t they’re like to be few enough.” 1 Hero was truth beyond all question, s I stood on tho deck of a veritable plague ' ship. A wall of death rose unceasingly. 1 Night had come down and a thick white 1 mist enveloped the ocean all about us. i The yacht was nowhere to be seen. Of all the hours of that great endeavor, t this to me was tho worst, alike in its 1 menace and its suggestion. ; For I said that the yacht might lose rne In the fog anil leave me, the pris- i oner of these desperate men and their , hostage against the Justice which 3 awaited them. CHAPTER XIX. naking, doctor," he said far from Pleasantly. "Well, I don’t suppose it natters much anyway. My mates want /on pretty badly, and while they want /ou, I guess you'll have to stop. Just >tep down and take another look at Harry Johnson, will you? He’s raving Ike a fool woman in the Doldrums, fou can turn in by and by—1*11 see vhat Williams can do for you—though t’s forward you must swing your ham nock, and no two opinions about that." To this I answered, in a tone as de isive as his own, that my comings and ny goings would be ordered by none >ut myself, and that his friend must .wait his turn. A long acquaintance vith rogues has ooncinved me that any veakness of civility is lost upon them, ind that firmness to the point of bru ality is the only weapon. I would lave shot this man dead had he given ne an impudent answer, and his sur mise when he heard me speak was oinethlng to see. “No offense, doctor,” he said quickly. I’ll tell Harry you’ll be along present y. Don’t think as we’re not obliged to ou for what you’ve done. The boys re ready enough to tell you so. You ake your own time, and do what’s best leasing to you. There’s work enough.’’ He spat his filthy tobacco Juice into ho sea, and, turning upon his heel, /ent forward to Join his companions iy the fo’castle. Let me escape these decks, I re jected, and how much farther was I pon the road to finality? I could tell plain tale to the government, cer ainly, and could open the doors of this cm pie of assassins to the world—but /ho would crush so vast a conspiracy? Vhat unity of national action, what nitiative would war upon the greater i ruths of it, hunting the tigers from ; heir dons or ridding the cities of their j Hies? All that I had done, all my i lanning, all my thinking had left Im oth a free man and sent me a prisoner n the deck of his ship. This was the outcome of my philos phy as l stood by the gangway and matched the shifting mists, here open ig a little silvered pathway—as to an ! rbor of delights; there beating down gain in dark clouds of vapor, and hutting all the hither scene from my , Jew. The men had left me alone for he time being, but their absence corned a greater peril. I could hear a nid argument going on by the fo’cas le and voices raised in persuasion or in nger. The monster ship herself drift d helplessly, as a great stricken beast arching in agony and seeking only a lace to end its woes. Every faculty hat I possess told me that I was in reat danger. These rogues would ome forward presently and put some reposition to me. So I argued, nor did he night give me the lie. Shuffling nd hesitating they came, some 20 or lore of them, before another hour had assed, all together in a deputation, and s reqdy, I would swear, to cut me own here I stool, as to drink the rum hich an obliging purser had served ut to them. A deep silence fell upon the Dia mond Ship when this signal came re verberating over the waters. None of the amazed seamen spoke a word or made a movement for many minutes. I had already put my pistol into my pocket and taken a cigaret from my case. If I wished the men to believe that the hour of crisis had passed, I was under no delusion at all myself. Nor remember that I had gone up to the bridge and stood there, during this supreme instant of danger, and that, if I would regain the deck of the yacht, I must descend the ladder down through these serried ranks of men; and must pass as one who was going from them to the house of an avenger, to his comrades who would judge the story and help him to decide upon the punishment. The rogues’ very sal vation depended upon my captivity; I was their hostage, and by me would reprieve come, if reprieve were to he hoped for at all. This I perceived long before it had dawned upon the witless rabble; but it occurred even to them at last, and crowding about the ladder’s foot they told me bluntly that they were aware of it. "Guess it’s your turn,” the American, venturing a step upward but no more. His manner had become sheepish, I observed, and he spoke with less truculence. "My turn, as you say, sir,” I re joined with what composure I could. "I am now going aboard my yacht, and there I will decide what is to be done with you. 'That will depend upon your behavior, I advise you to remem ber as much.” I lit my cigaret and waited for him to go on. White Wings was evident ly quite near to us now—I could hear the throb of her turbines: her siren hooted repeatedly. The night was mine but for an accident. And yet, heaven knows, it appeared to me then that an accident must befall me unless a mir acle intervened. "That’s your yacht, right enough,” the Yankee went on immediately. “And so far as It’s her, we’re in a clove hitch ourselves. The question is, who’s to put you aboard her, and what shall we be about when he’s doing it? Now. see here, as between man and man— you give us your solemn affidavit not to do anything against me ship’s crew and you’re free to come and go as you choose. That’s my first condition —the second is as you sign the paper Will Kayner has drawn up and abido by its terms. Do as much as that and your friends shan’t be more willing to help you. But if you don’t do it— why, then, look out for yourself, for, by the Lord above me, you ain’t got 10 minutes to live.” He came another step up the lad der, cheered, as it seemed, by his own eloquence. As for the men. they opened their lips for the first time since my yacht had answered me, and their hoarse roar of defiance, uttered In that unpleasant timbre to which the sea at tunes the human voice, backed the threat and made it their own. Had It been left to me under circumstances less dangerous, I might have given them my word to let them go free, and signed the paper their leader spoke about; but just in the same measure that they threatened me, so did my anger against them rise—and stepping briskly to the topmost rung of the lad der I answered them in a sentence that even their dull intellects could understand. (Continued Next Week.V First College Student—Don’t you think some peopjo ask a good many fool questions in letters? Second Collego Student—Yes. Now, my father always wants to know if I’m a bank. ■■ Critics. ""Only competent critics can giva competent criticisms," said Admiral Malian, at the Immortals’ recent recep tlon In New York. "The ignobler the critic the ignobler the criticism—even of the very finest things—that he will pronounce. "A man in a bar was praising a fa tnous American Journalist, a Justly famous Journalist, a Journalist who -gets out a really fine paper. “ ‘Yes,’ the bartender agreed, ’his paper is a good one. It picked two win inerst last week.’ ” CHILDREN AFFECTED By Mother'*} Food and Drink. "Many babies have been launched nto life with constitutions weakened >r dlseaso taken In with their moth, era’ milk. Mothers cannot bo too caro ful as to the food they use while nurs Ing their babes. ; The experience of a Kansas City mother is a case in point: “I was a great coffee drinker from a ■child, and thought I could not do with out It I!ut I foufld at last it was do Ing me harm. For years I had been j troubled with dizziness, spots before my eyes und pain in my heart to which was added, two years later, a chronic, sour stomach. “The baby was born 7 months ago, and almost from the beginning, It, too, •uttered from sour stomach. She was taking it from mi* “In my distress I consulted a friend »f more experience and she told me lo quit coffee, that coffee did not make good milk. I have since ascer tained that it really dries up the milk. “So. I quit coffee and tried tea and at last cocoa. But they did not agree with me. Then I turned to Postum . -with the happiest results. It proved •to be the very thing I needed. It not -only agreed perfectly with baby and myself, but It increased tho flow of my milk. “My husband then quit coffee and used Postum and quickly got well of the dyspepsia with which he had been 'troubled. I no longer suffer from the ■dizziness, blind spells, pain In my heart or eour stomach. “Now wo all drink Postum from my husband to my seven months’ old laby. It has proved to be the best tot drink we have ever used. We •rould not give up Postum for the best toffee we ever drank.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Get the little book, "The Road to WellvlHe." Id pkgs. “There's a Reason.” Ever rend the above letter? A nen eae appear* from time to time. They are ccenulne, true, and full of human Interest. hat was reposing in the tray of a smull trunk In a small hall bedroom. The week was slipping by very fast. She was so anxious to finish the cos tume she was fashioning before the next Sunday! Carl Burton had asked her to allow hint to escort her to church, and she had not been to church since she had reached the city, because her best frock was so shabby. She had been saving from her earnings to buy new materials und had ut last made her purchases. It was Saturday and Jack had strolled Into the store unexepectedly, announcing with u beaming face that he had found It possible to get away xnd had thought he would run down and spend Sunday with Lucy. The long afternoon stretched out Into twilight, and the supper bell rang. Lucy ate little and hastily and returned to her room. After an hour’s more stitching there was a rap on her door and the white and frightened face of the landlady peeped In. Close behind her were two tnefl. One of them—Mr. John Regan. With a startled cry Lucy sprang to her feet. Spools and scissors littered the floor. One glance at the hat and Jacket and the men in the doorway and Lucy sank on her knees with a moan, burying her face In her hands. John Regan stepped to her side and lifted her up. "It Is all right, all right," he said, kindly. “Nobody knows of this but the dectecttve here and myself. The articles will he replaced In the store, und you may come down Monday and resign your position." The landlady had fled, but ngaln she appeared, and behind her was a stal wart fellow. At his appearance Lucy gave a glad cry ami sprang to his out stretched arms. "Oh. Jack. Jack,” she cried, "explain to them. Tell them that I am not stealing, hut that I brought the hat and Jacket home to copy them. We were so busy I could nut Und time; I kept them longer than I In tended. and then I was afraid to See, see," the girl fairly screamed as she dragged from beneath her little bed ti long box containing a partly trimmed hat and pieces of n jacket, almost exact duplicates of these John Regan and the detective were holding in thetr hands. The applique on the Jacket and the chitTon fold on the hat I could never have got right without them to look at.” The explanation was too much. The girl's strength was gone, and Jack held her tenderly resting against his shoul have the first word at them; “what * it, now? Speak up, I shall not eat ou." "Beg pardon, sir, we wish you to now that Will Rayner has been made aptain of this ship, and that he wishes ou to go below.” The man named Evans spoke, and I aust say his manner was diverting nough. “That is very considerate of Mr. Wili am Rayner," said I with a laugh. “Will e not step forward—am i not to have he pleasure of seeing him?” "He's back there by the capstan, sir. Ve’re a dep.vtashun, if you please. Will .on't have nobody aft the gallery, and hat's his plain words. You’re to go clow and to wait until you're sent for." I looked the speaker full in the face nd laughed at him contemptuously. "My men,” I said calmly, addressing hem all together, “do you wish to be float tomorrow morning, or Is this ship nd all aboard her to be at the bottom f the Atlantic?” They were evidently perplexed. The ;entleman by name of Bill Evans con inued to speak. “Me and my mates, beggin' your par on sir—we don’t fall in with that, rour’re fair marooned, and that’s the nd of It. Will says as he means well iy you, but while you’re on this ship, ou’Il obey him and nobody else. Hum ily representin’ it, sir, we’ll have to see hat you do as Will says—" I took a pistol from my pocket and lellberately cocked it. This was touch nd go for my very life. Had I shot me of those men, I knew that It would .11 be over in an instant, and that they could either bow the knee to me or nurder me on the spot, "Now, see here," said I. “My yacht’s ying out yonder not a biscut toss from his deck. If you give me as much as mother word of impudence, I'll send •ou and every rufflian aboard here 0 hades as sure as this is a evolver, and there are cartridges n it. Go and tell Mr. Will Rayner vhat I say, for, by the Lord above ne, I will go myself and fetch him, f you do not." I have said that the moment was •rltlcal beyond any through which I tave lived, and a truer word could lot be spoken. There we stood, the ingrv seamen upon one side, myself ipon the other, each party knowing hat the issue was for good and all, ind yet neither willing to bring the nstant of It upon us. As for these vretched fellows, I do not believe that hey would have lifted a hand against lie had it not been for the American who incited them. He was the ring eader despite the newly made captain, ind his mock authority. And he was ;he dangerous man with whom I had ;o deal "1 guess your yacht may he where ,'ou say she Is," he remarked with 1 drawl; "but she’s got to hustle If she wants to eor.ie up with us this summer weather. Don’t you be too free with yoru pistol, doctor, or some of us will have to take It from you. You’re a clove-bitch, and had better keep a civil tongue in your head, or maybe we’ll cut It out and see what It’s made of. Now just you come along o’ me and don’t make no trouble about it. Will Rayner ain’t a goin’ to eat you, and you ain’ at goin’ to eat him, so step up brisk, doctor, and let’s see you march.” Tuis Impudent harangue was hailed by a salvo of applause. The fellow himself took two steps toward me and laid a hand upon my shoulder. He hr.d scarce touched me with his fin gers when I struck him full in the face, and he rolled headlong Into the scuppers. The same Instant saw me leaping for my very life up the lad. A Cautious Hero. From the New York Telegraph. The girl fell overboard. “Help!” she cried. The middleaged bachelor threw of hta coat. “Promise I won’t have to marry you.** he cried. “I promise.” replied the girl, “Save me!” The bachelor turned to a man nearby. “You heard her, did you?” he asked. “Yes.” “Your name, please!” “Henry Brown.” “Your address!” “Sixty-six Umptieth street.” The bachelor took a notebook from his coat pocket and wrote them down. Then he put the notebook in his hip pocket aruf 1 leaped into the whirling water. The girl was saved. What Jeremiah Said. From the Portland Oregonian. Jerry Rusk, the speaker of the Oregon house, is no doubt of the kin of Uncle Jerry Rusk, who as governor of Wiscon sin “seen his duty and done it” in the time of the Polish strike in Milwaukee. Uncle Jerry once bought some pork of Rev. Elkanah Whitworth which needed disinfecting. At a camp meeting Elder Whitworth was quoting the prophets to inspire repentance in the unregenerate and the backsliders. “What does Elijah say?” And he quoted from Elijah. Daniel fared likewise. Then came the cl’.max. “What does Jeremiah say?” before the elder could answer with his quotation Uncle jerry was on his feet. “He says, by gra cious, you’ve got to take the pork back." Bully. From Ideas. An Irishman and his English friend were out rabbit shooting. They had been very unsuccessful and were returning down hearted when they saw a hare dart out of the hedge. Mike, in amazement, failed to shoot, and the hare escaped. “Why didn't you shoot it?” asked the Englishman. “Shure,” said Mike. “I didn’t see it till it was out of sight.” % lonn uiumnn, a Dusneis. Charles Latta. 33 bushels. J. K. Taylor, 33 bushels. W. Small, 2,060 bushels on 90 acres. J. F. Moore, 6,500 bushels on 215 acres. J. MacLean, 1,500 bush< !ls on 63 acres. W. Hopwood, 1,750 bushels on 60 acres. W. Gray, 950 bushels on 30 acres. W. Curtin, 850 bushels on 30 acres. John Meyers, Jr, of Grand Coulee, reports 34% bushels to the acre. P. P. Epp of Langham, Sask, has 35 1-3 bushels pet icre. J. J. Thiessen, 31 bushels per icre. Chris Dear, 25 bushels per icre from 90 acres. Wm. Thiessen, 18 y2 bushels from 100 acres. P. P. Schultz, 18 bushels per acre from 100 icres. Ilobt. H. Wiggins of Manor, Sask, had 39 bushels wheat and 75 bushels of oats per acre. Fred Cobb, 10 bushels of wheat and 75 bushels of >ats per acre. Jack Robinson, 39 bushels of wueat per acre. Wm. Kim 3el of Milestone, Sask, had 38 bush' sis of wheat per acre. R. J. Moore, 40 bushels of wheat per acre. Martin Roddy, 38 bushels of wheat per acre. L D. Sifton of Moose Jaw had 37 bushels wheat per acre; oats, GO bush els per acre; flax, 11 bushels to the icre. John L. Smith of New Warren bad 35 bushels of wheat per acre. At Regina H. W. Laird had 35 bushels to the acre; W. H. Duncan, wheat, 23 bushels to the acre, flax, 16 bushels; 3. M. Bell, wheat, 35 bushels to the icre, oats, 70 bushels; O. E. Rothwell, 25 bushels to the acre; J. McKinnls, wheat, 35 bushels summer fallow; 20 bushels stubble; oats, 80 bushels; J. S. Mooney, 31 bushels of wheat; 80 bushels oats on stubble.’ At Tessfes, Wm. Nesbitt had 44 bushels wheat to the acre. Sep. Latrace, 34 bushels. Thos. Miller, 31 bushels. These were til on summer fallow. Major Bros.’ ■stubble went 14. At Tuxford, Sask, C. B. Dunning had 37 bushels. James Bain, 41 bushels summer fallow. At Yellow Grass, Wm. Robson, off one half section, bad 45 bushels wheat to the acre, and 40 bushels off another averaged 37 bushels to the acre. Geo. Steer, off a twenty-acre field, threshed half. M. A. Wilkinson, off 160 acres, 52 bushels wheat to the acre. His whole crop averaged over 40. Jas. A. R. Cameron’s half section averaged over 36 bushels to the acre. D. Mc Nevan, who has two farms, averaged about 40 bushels. W. A. Cooper got 47 bushels to tho acre off 71 acres; his whole crop went about 40. John Murray, 35 per acre off 160 acres. Hockley Bros, 35 per acre off a half section. WT. Ransom, 35 per acre of tho Cathcert farm. N. Dunne. 39 to the acre. S. C. Hart, 38 per acre. T. Murray, Jr, 36 to the acre. A. E. McEwan. 38 to the acre. Mayor Tay lor, 32 to the acre. Intervention in love Is equivalent to a declaration of war. Nothing Too Good for you. That’s why we want you to take CASCARETS for liver ami bowels. 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