KING GEORGE SEEKS TO PREVENT SCANDAL British Ruler Tries to Stifle Libel Suit Among the Social Elect of Realm. London. Special: A slander suit which is expected to Interest all Eng land has been filed by Baton Arnold de Forest against his motherinlaw, Lady Gerard, and his brotherlnlaw, Henry Milner. The suit owes Its In ception to the elopement of his wife, about a year ago. with Lieutenant H. C. S. Ashton, of the Second Life Guards, and oomments made thereon by Lady Gerard. No less a personage than King George himself lias tried to have the whole story suppressed, hut De Forest has Insisted upon his suit. Woman Is Beautiful. Baron de Forest was wedded in 1904, his wife being the only daughter of the second Baron Gerard and a goddaugh ter of Lady Rosebery. Bile was beauti ful and had a reputation as an accom plished sportswoman. He was an adopt ed son of the late Boron Hirsch and received tils title from Emperor Fran cis Joseph of Austria. When De Forest was 21 he wedded the wealthy widow of Menicr, the chocolate millionaire of France, but subsequently th'-ir marriage war an nulled. Then the baron settled In Eng land and became a great friend of King Edward, who was a friend of hia foster-father, Baron Hirsch. In English society lie met the then Miss Gerard, and after a brief court ship. wedded her, giving her as a present a rope of pearls valued at 1360,000. Lieutenant Ashton was a friend of both and a frequent visitor to their home. When Lady de Forest vanished and Ashton was found to he missing at the same time no great amount of astonishment was discernible among the friends of all of them. Aliened Libelouo Remark. The motherinlaw. Lady Gerard, when she heard all the circumstances, re marked: "Well, Ashton would have been much ■ more than human had he not run nway with my daughter. Do Forest was on- ! tirely too gallant In his association with other women." It Is largely upon this utterance that Baron De Forest Is now bringing his suit for slander. Lady Gerard's brother, Henry Miller, Is said to have made re- ; marks of the same nature. . Both Lady Gerard and Mr. Miller, ' - according to their attorneys, will plead 1 that they were entirely justified In say- i : lng what they did, and will Introduce evidence to show thut their criticism* ' wore true. - _'* I A DIAMU.njj. He—1 won't take no for an answer. I’li leave no stone unturned to make 1 you love me. She—Now, you're getting down to cases. If the stone weighs about a karat, and Is pure white, bring It around, and we’U talk business. , KISSED, ASKS $10,000; ‘MUSS'WORTH $5 000 Kansas City Manicure Sues Salesman for Four Salutes i at Rato of $2,600 Per. Kansas City. Special: Miss Nellie Etheridge, who owns a manicure estab lishment at 110 West Eleventh st„ filed suit today against Charles R. Decker, 4 salesman for the Milwaukee Rng company. In which she asks for $15,000 damages. Miss Etheridge claims Decker forci bly kissed her four times and mussed her up considerably in the operation. And Miss Etheridge never gave Mr. 1 Decker the slightest provocation for his actions either, absolutely none. She eays ko herself, "On the afternoon of February 15," she sold today, "Decker drove up In his motor car with two other men. Mabel was here and saw all that happened. ile was feeling gay, I could see that, but business is business, and I says to him. polite, like r. Indy. I says: 'Do you g want a manicure, Mr. Decker?' just like that. And he says: 'No. kid. I want to give you a roughing and I'm going to do It.’ Then he grabs me, and—you can tee how little I am. '• Mr Decker.' I says, ‘behave your lelf, sir. this ain't no barber shop.' But s he Just drugs me to a chair and begins to kiss me. "Mabel was flying around hollering police, but Decker's friends kept her from helping me. and they kept dancing around and laughing like it was a show. But I tell you It wasn't no Joke for me. tnd It won't be no joke for Decker when I get through with him.” Enlightening a Candidate. A politician who was making a house to-house canvass came to a farm house, when he observed an elderly woman standing at the gate, and the candidate gracefully lifted his lmt and politely asked: "No doubt, my dear madam, your busband Is at home?" ‘‘Yes," responded the woman. “Might I have the pleasure of seeing him?” Inquired the politician. "He's down In the pasture a-burylng the dug." was the reply from the indi vidual at the gate. "I am very sorry Indeed to learn of the leath of your dog." came In sympathising one from the candidate. "What kilted dm ?’’ "He wore bleself out a-burklug at the candidates," said the woman. Gentle Preliminaries. From Life. Witness—She called me a brute. 1 llappeu her face and called her a llar Iben she kicked me and called me Judge—Well, go on. "Well, then we started to quarrel.'' IThe Diamond Ship J MAX PEMBERTON Author of "Doctor Xavier,” "The Hundred Days,” eta S Copyright by D. Appleton & Co. —lf»r: -^nm-wr- i i ■■ii ■■ n mi ■iiii mii—i—nurr^irir ti'-t-t - .i— rriirnu r i i n 11 i —■ iirtr CHAPTJSK XXIII.—(Continued.) ; “My wife, Lisette—yes, yes—it would | tie by her. I am an old man, and you | will have pity- speak and tell me you 1 will tiave pity—you are Dr. Fabos of London. Oik not her, for the love of God—I will tel! you whht you wish, give me time—I am an old man, and the light fades from my eyes—give me time and I will tell. Lisette—yes, yes—I am going to her at Hilda, and she is wait ing for me. You would not keep me from Lisette-” I poured some spirits into a glass and put It to his lips. “Listen," 1 said. “Your wife is arrest ed, but I can set her free. Write truly the story of Miss Fordibras, and a table from me this night shali ob tain tier liberty. I will listen to no other terms. Joan Fordibras's story— that Is the price you must pay—here and now, for I will give you no second chance--” It would lie vain to speak of the scene that followed, the muttering, the piteous entreaty, the hysterical out bursts. I had never made so astound ing a discovery as that which told me, i week beforo I left England in my yacht, that this old man had married i young wife in Paris, and that—such ire the amazing eontrasts of life—he oved her with a devotion as passion ate as it was lasting. The knowledge •aid saved me once already at Santa Marla; to-night It should save my little loan, and take from her forever the jurden of the doubt. Not for an in stant did my chances stand In Jeop irdy. Every word that I spoke to tills ibjeet figure brought me one step learer to my goal. They were as voids of fire burning deep Into a do ard’s heart. “Lisette,” I continued, seeing him it ill silent. "Lisette Is charged with he possesion of certain Jewels once the jroperty of Lady Mordant. I am the vltness who has Identified those Jewels four dupe, Harry AvenhllV, who came ip to rob my house In Suffolk, Is the nan who will charge this woman with he crime and establish the case igalhst her. Whethi r we go to Vienna >r persuade Lady Mordant to witli Iraw the charge. It Is for you to say. will give you just ten minutes by hat clock upon your chimney. Use hem well, I implore you. Think what ■ou are doing before It is too late to hlnk at all—the liberty this woman ■raves or the charge and punishment. iVhleh Is It to be, old man? Speak [uickly, for my time Is precious.” For a little while he sat, his hands humming the table, his eyes half dosed. I knew that he was asking limaelf what would be the gain or the oss should he beckon some one from ho shadows to enter the house and till mo. One witness would thus be ■emoved from his path—but who would tnswer for the other? Was it possible bat his old enemy, who had outwitted ' dm so often, would bo outwitted to- ' light? Tills seemed to mo his argu nerit. I watched him Hsu suddenly rom his chair, peer out to the dark- ' less, and as suddenly sit again. Whether his courage had failed him >r this were the chosen moment for he attack, I shall never be able to say ,v!th certainty. For me It was an In itnnt of acute suspense, of nervous lstening for footsteps, of quick resolu lon and prompt decision. Let there >o an echo of a step, but one sound vithout, I said, and I would shoot the nan where he sat. Thus was I deter nlned. In this dread perplexity did the nstant pass. “I cannot write,” he gasped at last. 'Put your questions to me, and I will inswer them.” “And sign the document I have >rought with me. So be it—the ques lon# are here, In order. Lot your mswers be as brief." I sat at the head of the table and iprr-ad the document beforo me. The amp shed a warm aureole of light up in the paper, but left the outer room n darkness. My words were few, but tellber&te; Ills answers often but a nutter of sounds. "Joan Fodlbras, whose daughter la die?" “The daughter of David Kennard of Ulnols." “Her mother?" "I am not acquainted with her name -a French-Canadian. The records in lllnols will tell you.” “How came she to be this man Forili jrns’s ward?” "His cowardice—his conscience ns wen call it. Kennard was charged ivlth the great safe robberies of the fear 1885. He was Innocent. They ivere my planning—my agents exo nited them. But Kennard—ah, he be trayed me, he would have stood In my path, and I removed him." “Then ho was convicted?” "He was convicted and sentenced to twenty years’ imprisonment. Fordl tiras. under the name of Changarnier - ills real name—he is a cousin of that I'liangai nlor who did Franco much mis jhlcf in the year 1870—Fordibras was then governor of the Sing Sing prison on the Hudson River. He was In my pay. but David Kennard bad been his friend, and he took the daughter and brought her up as Ills own child. I did not forbid it why should I? A woman, if she is pretty. Is useful to my purposes. I wished to humble this man of ison and 1 have done so. Pshaw, what a figure he cuts to-day! Skulking in Tunis like n paltry cut purseafraid at me, afraid—but proud, my friend—proud, proud, as one of' your great nobles. That Is Hubert Fordibras. Speak a word to the police and you may arrest, him Hush—I will send you evidence. He is proud, and there Is a heart In him. Tear it out, for be Is a traitor. He has shut his eyes and held out bis hands, and I have put money Into them. Tear the heart out of hltt., for ho will kill the woman you love.” I Ignored the savage treachery of this. Its brutality and plain-spoken hatred. The general’s pride must have been a bitter burden to this creeping scoundrel with ills insufferable vanities nnd his Intense desire to abase all men before him. The quarrel was nothing to me—I could well wish that Hubert Fordibras might never cross my path again. “Traitor or not—it is your concern,” I said. "There is another question here Why ‘Jho Was Sorry. From the Boston Transcript. Norah—Oim sorry to say, sorr, that Miss Giddy isn’t In. The Caller (facetiously)—Why are you sorry. No rah? No rail—Because, sir, It's the biggest sthory Oil ever told. An Effort to Oblige. From the Washington Star. “Mi*. tiObrow does his jest to be agree able,” said the sympathetic young wom iti. It’s too had lie has a little tact.” “I understand that Miss Coddleyap re ! »osis to speak to him. He sent her a box When Joan Fordibras wore my stole* pearls in London, »was the general aware that they were stolen?" A smile, revolting/y sardonic, crossed his ashen face. "Would lie have the brains? Sue wore them at my dictation. I had long watched you—you did not know it, but knowledge was coming to you. I said that you must he removed from my path. Why were you nor struck dead before Harry Ross lay dead on Palling beach?” "The young seaman who was found with the Red Diamond of Ford Valley in his possession! The. brother of Colin Ross who took your place upon the Kllida? I begin to understand—-lie was carrying those jewels to London, and an accident overtook him? That was a grave misfortune for rne." He clenched his hands and looked me full In the face. ‘‘Had he lived I would have torn him limb from limb. He stole the Jewels from my dispatch boat and was drown escaping to shore. My friend, I he good God was merciful to him that he lot him die.” I could not hut smile at piety so amazing. In truth a new excitement had seized upon me and my desire to escape the house had now become a fever of Impatience. What if an ac cident befell me, or an agent of evil stood suddenly between Joan and my tidings! How if the cup were dashed from tny lips at the last moment! What an agony, even In Imagination! “Mr. Imroth,” I said, rising upon the Impulse. "I will cable at once to Vienna, saying I have no evidence to offer, and the girl Llsette will be discharged. Go where you will, hut leave England. To night I spare you. But should you ■ross my path again, I will hang you is surely as there Is an almighty God to judge your deeds and punish you for them. That Is my last word to rou. I pray with all my soul that I ’hall never see your face again." He did not move, uttered no sound, ’at like a figure of stone in his chair. And so I left him and went out Into the night. For f was going to Joan, to bear to i<-r the supreme tidings of my message, o lay this gift of knowledge at her eet, and In those eyes so dear to road the truths whihh, beyond all else on ■arth, were my desire. rhe Epilogue of Timothy McShanus, Journalist. My friend Mulock, In Ills "Magnus ind Morna,” has written that ye should lrink at a wedding with discerning, est ye lose the way upon a siraight •oad afterwards. ’TIs no man I am to luarrel with a precept so honest or a •eflection upon matrimony so prudent. We shall drink at the Goldsmith Club his night to the lost liberty of my dear :omrade Kan Fabos, and would that it ■ould be with that same measure the met speaks of. If I doubt me of the losslbllity, ’tls to remember with Hor ace, that wine is mighty to inspire new lopes, and able to drown the bitterness if cares. Shall we reflect upon this oss to our club, and to society with lurched throats, and a hand upon the sodawater syphon? Bacchus and the ■orybantes forbid! We will drown It n the best--at my dear friends’ re ju'-st, and as lie would wish It—ah, lobie heart!—at his exyense. He was married at the parish church n Hampstead, you should know, and rirnothy McShanus it was who gave he bride away. The little witch of a shepheMess that has carried honest nen twice round the world and back igaln ,set other women weeping, and tome at last to that sure port which Destiny had built for her—was she ■hanged from the black-eyed minx I ;aw at Kensington, less mischievous, ess sprlnghtly, more of a woman, not 10 much the pretty child of the school looks? No, I say, a thousand times, no! riiero Is golden light about her path, ind all the spirits of laughter shine in n r eyes. Could I search all the cities ’or a wife for my friend, this is the lear heart I would choose for him; his the companion I would name for lis blessing. She has won a bravo nan’s love, and is happy therein. God ic good to her, says old Timothy—and le Is one that has read the heart of .vonien. So am I cast out again to the fam liar haunts, a wanderer once more, a mapper up of unconsidered trifles. My lear friend, It Is true, remembering hat. I have eaten the food of the law, Irunk Its port and paid its fees, would make me a government man and an official. But my heart fails me. I am frown old in ihe sin of indolence. If [ have a merit, ,tt Is that I know the olessings of doing nothing and the sal ary that should be expected by him ivho does it. Let me continue In paths so straight. In ways so ancient. My friendship for Kan Fabos is too preci ous that men should call me a gather er of moss and a roller of stones. And Is this to say that henceforth 1 have no career; that like the little Jap, of whom my friend has almost made a son. henceforth my place is at ttie gate without? Must I be a "past” to Kan Fabos, dear to ids memory, one if ills household, but voiceless as the night, unhonored. unremembered, un seeing? The gods forbid, I sny. The books that I am writing upon our ad ventures In the South Seas—shortly to be published in one volume at six shilings—that hook shall lie my mon ument more lasting than brass. You will find many things in it, reader, much for the improvement of your mind, and the the elevation of your intellect—but above all you shall find a love and devotion to Dr. Fabos which is the truest Instinct of my eventful life. And he is married and Is gone to the West, and I am alone and in sorrow, and the doors of the Club are open to me. Many men and cities have I seen, but London—ah! blessed art thou, Lon don, for the desolate shall make their home with thee, and the children that are orphans shall nestle at thy bosom. In the metropolis of the British Em pire. then, let tilts sorrow of mine be buried. f"or thither shall my friend Ean re turn when the days of summer have waned, and his little wife begins to speak of home and of those who love him and have not forgotten. of candy, and she fed It all to her pet terrier. So he tried to be still more kind and thoughtful, and sent her a box of dog biscuit.” And Quicker. . The man who burns the midnight oil May rise to heights of fame; But the man who sells that midnight oil Still gets there just the same. _ —Puck. Taking up Henry Ward Beecher’s declaration that "yellow fever Is God Almighty’s opinion of dirt,” a writer says nobody would die if he could keen perfectly clean. :■■■-.- ' . ==ff-—- - Winds of M&rch. Winds of March, blow high, blow low; Blow thp cadence that you know— Buff your cheeks and shrink your sides i Call up all your shrieking tides i Of the air, until the day Scuds along a windy way, Till the withered leaves that cling Loosen hold and take to wing— W Vids of March, through mystic ways^. Blow us back the summer days. Come by east or come by west, Drop upon us; blow your best: Smite us on the cheek and brow Till against your strength we bow; [ Catch us, hold us; shake us, too, i Till we know the might of you. Send the crumpled, withered leaves Dancing high above the oaves— Winds of March, out of the haze Blow us back the summer days. Come by south or come by north As a trumpeter comes forth; Send your trumpet call along In a thrilling, vibrant song Till the hills shout back your call And the forests echo all The mild melody you make. And the sturdy house walls shake Winds of March, with rugged rhyme Blow us back the summer time. Blow us tang of salt sea spume, Blow us scent of apple bloom, Blow us all the April mirth Of the smell of waking earth; Blow us every breath of spring Tn the mad song that you fling In our faces; and the croon Of the long, long August moon. Winds uf March, down mystic ways Blow us back the summer days. —Chicago Evening Post LOSS OF SLUMBER CAUSES BAD TEMPER AMD IRRITABILITY Many a person who is commonly said to have a bad temper is simply suffer ing from lack of sleep, anil many times a whole household has begun the day with a family jar simply because some members have not given themselves the required amount of sleep the night before. The maid In the kitchen may have entertained her hi st young man until midnight, and the next morning she slams the doors and rattles the kettles. The daughter of the house may have entertained her caller in the par lor until a gentle hint from father or mother started the young man home ward. At any rate, daughter lost some of her beauty sleep and some of her good temper with it, so she comes down to breakfast with a good siztd grouch, and there is nothing more infectious than a grouch. Often a family Of eight or 10 people ! may have their whole day spoiled sim- I ply by the grouch of one girl who can be most entrancingly fascinating later in the day when she puts on her com pany manners. Father may have been out to his club the night before, and he growls over the eofltce, not because he is really ill tempered, but because bo has lost his sleep. I knew a good wom an once who never gave herself the proper amount of rest, and for years she went about praying that the Lord would give her more grace. In prayer meeting I have known her publicly to confess her tendency to irritability and ask rill the people to pray that she might have the needed grace. Now, it wasn't grace she needed, it was sleep and plenty of it; and one day the min ister's wife, who was a fearless young woman, told her so. At first the deal sister was inclined to be insulted, but after a few moments’ thought she laughed heartily at her own expense and concluded that the minister’s wife was correct, so she took to an occa sional afternoon nap and longer hours of sleep, and thus she was made the "amen” to her own prayer. FOR WOMEN WHO SEW. If you tie the knot in the end of i the thread just broken from the spool and run the other end through the eye of the needle, the thread will never kink in sewing. A darning idea is to paint half of your darning ball white, so as to use it under black-footed stockings, OH paint mixed with a little turpentine will do the work. Hemstitched tablecloths and nap kins can be nicely mended when the hemstitching breaks by fagoting the edges together with strong thread. This will wear as long as the article. Instead of using the "wooden egg" darner, try utilizing your old shoe trees. The entire form of the foot is then token on by the stocking an<$ you can see exactly where your darn ought to go. In darning a shirtwaist or other garment where it is important that the place should be noticed as iittle as possible the work should be done with out putting a piece under the hole. If the darning is well done, the spot will be as strong as the fabric around it, and when starched and Ironed will be scarcely noticeable. The edges of the material, of course, must be drawn to gether in their original position and the direction of the thread follow as closely as possible the lines of the warp and woof. Sometimes' when silk is used tt is advisable to spilt it In or der to have a flat thread instead of a round one. It is an old-fashioned idea worth remembering to use a hair in darning fine wool. Glue a tape measure firmly across the front edge of your sewing machine. It saves so much time when sewing. Sewing machine needles may be used much longer if when the points begin to get dull they are rubbed on a piece of emery board. As good as a patent ripper is a steel crochet hook, which will catch under threads, pull out bastings, etc., in double-quick time. When you are tired of making em broidery' corset covers with embroid ery beading straps over the shoulders, and having them wear out every few weeks, try this scheme: Take a wide rickrack and sew the points together and draw ribbon through. Or take nar row embroidery or linen lace and stitch the rickrack on each edge. This makes a far stronger shoulder strap, just as . pretty and less expensive. BLACK ON LINGERIE. The touch of black which has been so popular throughout the winter is seen again in the lingerie frocks. Deep hemstitched borders of black chiffon, or the yoke and lower part of tho sleeves of this material, are some of the novel forms this touch takes. Then there are underveilings of chif fon. that is. a slip of black is worn under the lingerie dress and over its white satin foundation. On the other hand, frequently the dress and the underveillng is black, with the chiffon intervening of black. As a further touch, white lingerie dresses are often trimmed with band ings of black chiffon, embroidered In white, or of black net, worked lwj white I Venetian stitch. The beauty of these new black and white costumes lies in the transparency of the black, so that it seems not so much a trimming as a shadowy PROTECTION FOR MATTRESSES 1 The careful housekeeper covers her ! mattresses and other tickings with un bleached muslin to keep them clean, j 'l’his should be basted on. or, better yet, should bo provided with buttons and buttonholes. I Roller skating has recently become poular in Hong-Kong. ff you find any sub stance in your bak ing injurious to health made from bak ing powder in this can there is ■ Shillalah Still Useful. The shillalah, which showed at Louth that it has not entirely lost Its old importance as a factor in deciding elections. Is no raw limb of a tree. It is almost as much a work of art as a well balanced cricket bat. The old shillalahs were as carefully looked after by their loving owners as is a rifle in the wilds. Cut from the stur diest of young blackthorns, and show ing as little taper as an ebony ruler, it was weighted with lead or iron at the end nearest the grip, so that it3 center of gravity was about i'our fffths of the way from the hitting end. When properly seasoned by being kept in the neighborhood of the farm oven for a few months, it became a thing of supple steel. And the proper pronunciation of the name of this fearsome weapon is the melodious one of “shil-ally,” with the accent on the "all.”—London Chronicle. Willing to Tell It. The check which the comely young German handed in at the window of a Walnut street savings fund ' ’ the other day was made payable i.o uiefch en Schmidt, and she had endorsed it simply Gretchen Smith. The man at the receiving teller’s window called her back just as she was turning away to rectify the mistake. ‘‘You don’t deposit this quite this way,” he explained. "See, you have forgotten the h.” The young woman looked at her check and blushed a rosy red. “Ach, so I haf,” she murmured, and wrote hurriedly: “Age 23.” Explained. “Now- they claim that the human body contains sulphur.” “In what amount?” "Oh, in varying quantities.” “Well, that may account for some girls making bettor matches than others.” SHAKE INTO VOI U SHOES Allen Foot-Kase, the Antiseptic powder for Tired, aching, swollen, nervous feet. Gives rest and comfort. Makes walking a delight, Sold everywhere, J6c. Don’t accept any substitute. For FHKli] sample, address Allen 8. Olmsted* Le Roy, N. Y. Cheerful Anticipation*. "Have you seen my ‘Descent Into Hell?” asked a poet. “No,” said Curran, warmly; "1 should be delighted to see it.”—From Clark’s “Eminent Lawyers.” Try Murine Eye Remedy for Red. Watery Eyes and Granulated Eyelids, No Smarting—Just Eye Comfort. Mu rine Eye Salve in Aseptic Tubes New Size 25c. Murine Eye Remedy Liquid 25c and 50c. True to her Nature. 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