[WESTERN CANADA’S
GOOD CROP
PROSPECTS
VIELDS OF WHEAT WILL LIKELY
BE 25 TO 30 BUSHELS
PER ACRE.
In an interview with Mr. W. J.
White, who has charge of the Cana
dian government immigration offices
in the United States, and who has re
cently made an extended trip through
the provinces of Manitoba, Saskatche
wan and Alberta in Western Canada.
He said that every point he visited
he was met with the one report, uni
versally good crops of wheat, oats
and barley. There will this year be a
much increased acreage over last
year. Many farmers, who had but
one hundred acres last year, have in
creased their cultivated and seeded
acreage as much as fifty per cent.
With the prospects as they are at
present, this will mean from $12 to
$15 additional wealth to each. He
saw many large fields running from
300 to 1,000 acres in extent and it ap
peared to him that there was not an
acre of this but would yield from 20
to 25 or 30 bushels of wheat per acre,
J while the oat prospects might safely
be estimated at from 40 to 70 bushels
per acre. In all parts of the west,
whether it be Manitoba, Saskatche
wan or Alberta, north and south, east
and west, and in the districts where
last year there was a partial failure
of crops, the condition of all grain is
universally good and claimed by most
of the farmers to be from one to two
weeks in advance of any year for the
past ten or twelve years. It does not
seem that there was a single foot of
the ground that was properly seeded
that would not produce.
< There are those throughout western
Canada who predict that there will be
200,000,000 bushels of wheat raised
there this year, and if the present
favorable conditions continue, there
does not seem any reason why these
prophesies should not come true.
There is yet a possibility of hot
winds reducing the quantity in some
. parts, but with the strongly rooted
ft&f crops and the sufficiency of precipita
Wm tion that the country has already
W been favored with, this probability is
W reduced to a minimum.
I The prices of farm lands at the
| present time are holding steady and
I lands can probably still be purchased
M at the price set this spring, ranging
f from $15 to $20 per acre, but with a
harvested crop, such as is expected,
there is no reason why these same
land3 should not be worth from $20
to $25 per acre, with an almost abso
lute assurance that by next spring
there will still $>e a further advance
in prices.
Mr. white says mat tnese lanos are
as cheap at today’s figures with the
country’s proven worth as they were
a few years ago at half the price
when the general public had but a
vague idea of the producing quality
of western Canada lands.
The land agents at the different
towns along the line of railway are
very active. A large number of acres
are turned over weekly to buyers
from the different states in the south,
where lands that produce no better
are sold at from $150 to $200 per
acre. <
The homestead lands are becoming
scarcer day by day and those who are
unable to purchase, preferring to
homestead, are directing their atten
tion to the park acres lying in the
northerly part of the central dis
tricts. It has been found that while
these are somewhat more difficult to
bring under the subjugation of the
plow, the soil is fully as productive
as in the districts farther south. They
possess the advantage that the more
open prairie areas do not possess;
that there is on these lands an open
acreage of from fifty to seventy per
cent of the whole and the balance is
made up of groves of poplar of fair
size, which offer shelter for cattle,
while the grasses are of splendid
strength and plentiful, bringing about
a more active stage of mixed farming
than can be carried on in the more
open districts to the south.
The emigration for the past year
has been the greatest in the history
of Canada and it is keeping up in
record shape. The larger number of
those, who will go this year will be
those who will buy lands nearer the
line of railways, preferring to pay a
little higher price for good location
than to go back from the line of rail
ways some 40 or 50 miles to home
stead.
Mr. White has visited the different
agencies throughout the United States
and he found that the correspondence
at the various offices has largely in
creased, the number of callers is
greater than ever.
Any one desiring information re
garding western Canada should apply
kit once to the Canadian Government
Agent nearest him for a copy of the
"Last Best West.”
The One Thing Needful.
"Arms and legs are not so indis
pensable after all,” remarked the man
who narrowly escaped with his life
in an explosion where he lost the use
of both arms.
He sipped his milk in silence
through a straw, shook some change
out of his pocket to the waiter, and,
reaching down with his mouth for the
lighted cigar, puffed vigorously. Then,
bowing his head and jamming it into
his hat on the table, he arose and
turned to go, saying: "But this hea’d
of mine is mighty useful.”
Any coward can fight a battle when
he’s sure of winning; but give me the
man who has pluck to fight when he’s
sure of losing.—George Eliot.
Half a Rogue
By Harold mac grath
Author of The Man on tha Box, The Puppet Crown, Hearts and Masks, Eto.
Copyright Bobbs-Merrill Co., Indianapolis.
CHAPTER -XIX—(Continued)
The reporter and the semi-outcast
smiled at each other. They saw their
appetites appeased to satiety.
"Does a bottle go with the order.
Dick?” asked Jordan.
“Half a dozen!” laughed Warrington.
"I’ve put vou in the city hall, Dick."
said Osborne. "And don’t forget nte
when you’re there.”
“Will there be a story for me?" Jor
dan asked.
You’ll have a page, Ben.”
"That’s enough. Well, come on. Bill;
we'll show the new mayor that we can
order like gentlemen.”
"I remember-” But Osborne
never completed his reminiscence. Jor
dan was already propelling him toward
the door.
Once the door had closed upon them,
Warrington capered around the room
like a school boy. The publication of
this confederacy between Morlssy and
McQuade would swing the doubting
element over to his side and split the
ranks of the labor party.
Patty. Patty Bennington! He must
see her. It was impossible to wait an
other day. When was it he had seen
her last? Patty, dark-eyed, elfish,
winsome, merry! oh, yes, he must see
her at once, this very afternoon.
"Patty is not feeling well,” said Mrs.
Bennington, as she welcomed Warring
ton at the door, an hour later. “I will
call her. I am sure she will be glad
to see you.”
Warrington went into the mush
room. When she finally appeared she
was pale, her eyes were red. but her
head was erect and her lips firm.
“Patty, are you ill?” hastening to
ward her.
"I have a very bad headache,” coldly.
“You wished to see me?”
"You have been crying. What has
happened?” anxiously.
"It can not interest you,” wearily.
Men! She would have a horror of them
for the rest of her days.
“Not interest me? Don’t you know,
haven't you seen by this time, that you
interest me more than any other living
being or any angel in heaven?"
Patty caught at the portiere to steady
herself. She had not expected declara
tions of this kind.
"Don’t you know,” he hurried on. his
voice gaining in passion and tender
ness. "don’t you know that a pain to
you means triple pain to me? Don’t
you know that 1 love you? Patty, what
is the trouble?
“Do you wish to know, then?” bit
terly. She hated him! How could he
stand there telling her that he loved
her? “Read this,” presenting the let
ter. “I despise you!"
“Despise me? What in God’s name is
the matter? ”
Once the letter was in his hand, her
arms dropped to her sides, tense. It
was be?t so. to have it over with at
once. She watched him. His hand fell
slowly It wmuld have been difficult
to say which of the two was the whiter.
“You speak of love!" Her wrath
seemed to scorch her lips. “My poor
brother!”
vvmiiugiuu niiaigmcucu. \-J\J juu
believe this?”
"Is It true?”
“An anonymous letter?" he replied,
contemptuously.
“I know who wrote It.”
“Who?"
“I decline to answer.”
“So you give me not even the benefit
of a doubt! You believe It!"
Patty was less observant than usual.
“Will you please go now? I do not
think there is anything more to be
said.”
“No. I will go.” He spoke quietly,
but like a man who has received his
death stroke. "One question more. Did
McQuade write that letter?"
"No.”
He picked up his hat, he was gone.
Warrington stumbled rather than
walked home. When he reached the op
posite curb he slipped and fell, bruising
his hands. . . . Deny it? Deny it when
convicted without trial? There are
never any proofs to refute a letter
written by an unknown enemy. There
is never any guard against the stab
in the back. . . . He and Kate! It
was monstrous. And John? Did John
know? Did John see that letter? No,
Patty surely had not shown it to John.
He knew John (or he believed he did);
not all the proofs or explanations
Heaven or earth could give would con
vince John, If that letter fell Into his
hands. . . . And he was to speak at a
mass meeting that night! God! He
stumbled up the steps to the door. He
was like a drunken man. . . . Patty
believed It; Patty, Just and merciful,
believed it. If she believed, what
would John, the jealous husband, be
lieve? There were so many trifling
things that now In John's eyes would
assume Immense proportions. ... In
less than half an hour the world had
stopped, turned about, and gone an
other way. H„ opened the door. As
he did so a women rushed into the
hall.
“Richard, Richard, I thought you
would never come!”
“You, and in this house alone?” His
shoulders drooped.
Mrs. Jack did not observe how white
he was, how dull his eye, how abject
his whole attitude.' She caught him by
the sleeve and dragged him Into the
living-room.
“Richard, I am dying!” she cried.
She loosened the collaret at her throat.
"What shall I do, what shall I do?”
He realized then that he was not
alone In misery.
"What is It, girl?” stirring himself.
“Listen Dick! She dropped into the
old name unconsciously. She had but
one clear thought; this man could save
her. "Some time ago—the night you
and John went down town together—
I received a telephone call from that
vile wretch, McQuade.”
“McQuade?” Warrington's Interest
was thoroughly aroused by that name;
nothing else could have aroused it.
“He said that if I did not persuade
you to withdraw your name before the
convention met he would not oppose
the publication of a certain story con
cerning my past and yours. Horrible!
What could I do? I remained silent:
It was Patty's advice. We were afraid
that John would kill McQuade if y e
told him.” She let go of his arm and
paced the room, beating her hands to
gether. “Think of the terror I have
lived in all these weeks! And now
read this!”
It was a half-sheet of ordinary- office
paper, written on a typewriter. Its
purport was similar to the one he had
read but a few minutes since. It was
addressed to John Bennington.
"Great God! another anonymous let
ter! Do you know who sent this?”
"I can think of no one but McQuade;
no one!" frantically. “Save me. Rich
ard! 1 love him better than God, and
this is my punishment. If John sees
this. I shall die: if he doesn't kill me
I shall kill myself! I opened It by mis
take. ] am so miserable. What has
happened? What have I done that this
curse should fall on me? When I
| came to tills city I expected to find
rest In the house of the man I loved. .
. . Patty does not come over. . . .
What have I not suffered In silence and
with smiles? I have seen them whis
pering; I have seen covert smiles, and
nods, and shrugs. I knew. 1 was an
actress. It seems that nothing too
bad or vile can be thought of her
who honestly throws her soul into the
greatest gift given to woman. An act
ress! They speak of her in
the same tone they would use
regarding a creature of the streets.
Well, because I loved my husband, I
have said nothing; I have let the
poison eat Into my heart in silence.
But this goes too far. 1 shall go mad
if this thing can not be settled here
and now. It is both my love and my
honor. And you must do it, Richard;
you must do it.”
"You say McQuade called you up by
telephone?”
"Yes.”
He struck his forehead. The carbon
sheet! He ran to his desk, pulled out
all the drawers, tumbling the papers
about till he found what he sought.
From the letter to the faint imprint on
the carbon sheet and back to the letter
his eyes moved, searching, scrutinizing.
"Look!” with a cry of triumph.
"What is it?”
"Do you see that mutilated letter T?”
He indicated with his finger on the dim
carbon sheet.
“Yes, yes!"
"Compare it with the letter T in this
note."
She did so, her hands shaking piti
fully. "I can't see, Richard.”
"That carbon sheet c(imo from Mc
Quade's office; so did that letter to
John. And now, by the Lord! now to
pull out Mr. McQuade's fangs, and
slowly, too.” He pocketed the two
sheets. “Come!” His hat was still on
his head.
wnere, mcnara :
“To John."
"No, no! John?”
“To him. We can not settle this mat
ter underground. We must fight in the
open, in the light. John must know.
You must be brave, girl. This is no
time for timidity and tears.”
She put fortli many arguments, but
to each he shook his head.
“We are losing time,” said Warring
ton. "When John reads these two docu
ments he will understand. Come.”
So she followed him. They crossed
the street without speaking. He helped
her down this curb and up that. All
this excitement lessened his own pain
temporarily. But who had written to
Patty, if not McQuade? He could
block any future move of McQuade’s
but this other anonymous writer,
whom Patty declared she knew? He
went on doggedly. One battle at a
time. Together they entered the house,
together they passed from room to
room in search of John. They came
upon him reading in the library. He
rose to greet them. There was no
beating about the bush for Warring
ton. He went straight into the heart
of things.
oumi, u-du uua.
John glanced at the sheet, and his
face darkened. The look he shot his
wife was indescribable.
"When did this thing come?” asked
John, a slight tremor in his tone.
"Tills morning."
“Why did you not bring It to me?"
he asked. “Why did you take- it to
Dick? You and he should not come
to me; on the contrary, you and I
should have gone to him. But never
mind now. I have carried in my
pocket a letter similar to this for sev
eral weeks,” simply.
“Catch her, John.'” cried Warring
ton.
“No. no! I am not fainting. I am
just dizzy.”
The poor woman groped her way to
the lounge .and lay down.
John crossed the room and put his
hand on her head.
"Well, Dick?”
“It Is easy to distort truth into a lie,
John.”
"But it is very hard to reverse the
order again."
“Do you believe the lie?” Warring
ton looked his friend squarely in the
eyes.
A minute passed. The ticking of
the clock was audible.
"Believe it? I have had to struggle,
I have had to fight hard and all alone.
I do not say that I don't believe it. I
say that I will not!”
A truly noble soul always overawes
us. This generosity struck Warring
ton dumb. But the woman found life
in the words. She flung herself before
her husband and clasped his knees
with a nervous strength that provoked
a sharp cry from his lips.
"John, John!”
He stooped and unwound her arms,
gently drawing her up, up, till her
head lay against his shoulder. Then
she became a dead weight. She had
fainted. He lifted her up in his strong
arms and started for the stairs.
“Were she guilty of all the crimes
chronicled in hell, I still should love
her. But between you and me, Dick,
things must be explained.”
“I shall, wait for you. John."
John was not gone long. When he
returned he found Warrington by the
bow window that looked out upon the
lawn.
"Now, Dick, the truth, and nothing
but the truth. Don't be afraid of me;
1 am master of myself.”
“I’m not afraid of you. There is
half a truth in that letter,” began
Warrington, facing about. “Your wife
did stay a night in my apartments.”
John made no sign.
“It was the first week of a new play.
I had to be at the theater every night.
There were many changes being made.
Near midnight we started out for a
bite to eat. She had been suffering
with attacks of neuralgia of the heart.
As we entered the carriage one of
these attacks came on. We drove to
her apartments. We could not get in.
Her maid was out, the Janitor could
not be found, and unfortunately she
had left her keys at the theater. In a
moment like that I accepted the first
thing that came Into my head: my
own apartments. She was not there
a quarter of an hour before a trained
nurse and her own physician were at
her side. 1 slept in a chair. At six
the following morning she left for her
own apartments. And that, John, is
the truth, God's truth.”
CHAPTER XX.
“I see now that I should have taken
her to a hotel,” went on WaTrlngton.
"It was easy to take thut incident and
enlarge upon it. Now, let me tell you
where this base slander originated.
Compare the letter you have with the
one I gave you.”
John compiled. He nodded. These
two letters had come from the same
typewriter.
"Next?"
“Here is another document." It was
the carbon sheet.
John spread the sheet against the
window pane. The light behind brought
’out the letters distinctly. He scarcely
reached the final line when he spun
round, his face mobile with eagerness.
"Where did this come from?"
"Indirectly, out of McQuade's waste
| basket.”
I “Morrlssy and McQuade; both o:
| them! Oh, you have done me a serv
ice, Dick."
"But It cannot be used. John. That
and the letters were written on Mc
Quade's typewriter. So much for my
political dreams! With that carbon
sheet I could pile up a big majority;
without it i shall be defeated. But
don't iet that bother you."
“McQuade!” John slowly extended
his arms and closed his fingers so
tightly that his whole body trembled.
An arm inside those lingers would have
snapped like a pipe stem. "McQuade!
Damn him!”
"Take care!" warned the other.
"Don’t Injure those letters. When my
name was suggested by Senator Hen
derson as a possible candidate, Mc
Quade at once set about to see how
he could injure my chances. He was
afraid of me. An honest man, young,
new in politics, and, therefore, unat
tached, was a menace to the success of
his party, that is to say, his hold on
the city government. Among his
henchmen was a man named Bolles."
’Ah!’' grimly.
“He sent this man to New York tc
look up my past. In order to earn
his money lie brought hack this lie,
which Is half a truth. Whether Mc
Quade believes It or not is of no mat
ter; it serves his purpose. Now,
John!"
John made no reply. With his hands
(one still clutching the letters) behind
his back, he walked the length of the
room and returned.
"Will you take my word, which you
have always found loyal, or the word
of a man who has written himself
down as a rascal, a briber, and a
blackleg?"
John put out his hand.
“You’re a good man, Dick. Dissipa
tion is sometimes a crucible that sep
erates the gold from the baser metals.
It has done that to you. You are a
good man, an honorable man. In com
ing to me like this you have shown
yourself to be courageous as well.
There was a moment when the sight
of you filled iny heart with murder.
It was the night after I received that
letter. I've been watching you, watch
ing, watching. Well, I would stake my
chance of eternity on your honesty. I
take your word; I should have taken
It, had you nothing to prove your case.
That night I ran into Bolles. . . .
Well, he uttered a vile insult, and I all
but throttled him."
“Not every man would be so good
about it, John. What shall we do
about McQuade?”
“I was about to say that I shall see
McQuade within an hour," in a tone
that did not promise well for Mc
Quade.
"Wait a day or two, John. If you
meet him now, I believe you will do
him bodily harm, and he has caused
enough trouble, God knows."
"But not to meet him! Not to cram
this paper down his vile throat! I had
not considered that sacrifice. And I
can not touch him by law, either.”
“But you can silence him effectu
ally. This business will end right here.”
"You are right,” said John with re
luctance. "If I met him in this rage,
I should probably kill him."
"Let us go and pay him a visit to
gether, John,” Warrington suggested.
"I can manage to keep in between
you.”
"That's better. We'll go together."
And John went for his hat. Then he
ran upstairs quickly. There was a lov
ing heart up there that ached and ho
alone could soothe it.
And then the two men left the
house. As they strode down the
street, side by side, step by step, their
thoughts were as separate as the two
poles. To the one his wife was still his
wife, In all the word implied; to the
other there was only a long stretch of
years that he must pass through alone,
alone,—not even the man at his side
would ever be quite the same to him,
nor his wife. There was a shadow; it
would always walk between them.
"Remember, Dick, Patty must nevei
know anything of this. Nothing must
come between her and my wife.”
"I shall say nothing to any one,
John.” Who had written to Patty?
It took them a quarter of an hour to
reach McQuade’s office. Unfortunately
for that gentleman, he was still in his
office, and alone. The new typewriter
and the two clerks had gone. He was
still wondering why Osborne’s niece
had resigned so unexpectedly. Prob
ably she was going to get ‘married.
They always did when they had saved
a penny or two. He laughed. He had
been careless now and then, but what
ever she might have picked up in the
way of business or political secrets
could not profit her. Boss McQuade
felt secure. Warrington was as good
as beaten. He had had his long-de
layed revenge on the man who had
turned him out of doors.
It was dark outside by this time and
he turned on the drop-light over his
desk. He heard the door open and shut,
but this was not unusual; so he went
on with his writing.
“Well, what’s wanted?" he called,
folding his letter, but not yet turning
his head.
(Continued Next Week.)
Tho Last Straw.
From Sidney Bulletin.
Old Money (dying)—I’m afraid I've
been a brute to you sometimes, dear.
Young Wife—Oh, never mind that,
darling; I’ll always remember how
very kind you were when you left me.
----• ♦ • -
No Wonder.
From Tit-Bits.
Mrs. Baye—She Is simply mad on
the subject of germs, and sterilizes or
Alters everything in the house.
How does she get along with her
family?
Oh, even her relations are strained.
-- ♦ --
The Only Way Out.
Pe ter (sent for the milk)—Oh, mercy,
I've drunk too much of it! What shall
we do?
Small Brother—Kasy. We’ll drop
the Jug.
manmnnamaHMi
COSTLY*
She—We’d better forget that we ever
met.
Ho—How can I? It’s cost me a few
hundred dolars since I met you.
WHO THE “BLUENOSES” ARE
Explanation That Possibly May End
a Misconception That Has Been
Widespread.
"I,ots of you folks in the states,”
said Thomas F. McCartney of St.
John. N. B„ the other day, "call every
body from the maritime provinces
'bluenoses.’ That’s not It at all. It’s
only the Nova Scotians that we call
so And It’s not because the people
there have blue noses, either.
“I have met people here who really
thought that folks down east were so
called because their noses were al
ways blue on account of the cold, raw
climate they suppose prevails there.
“The fact is, the term ‘bluenoses’
was first given to the inhabitants of
the Cornwallis valley, who were the
original raisers of a potato called the
’bluenose,’ from Its bluish skin. This
potato was shipped to the states in
large quantities, and the name of the
potato became the name of the peo
ple who raised It.”
THE REA30N.
I
I
safe and sane Fourth of July?
Do Whiz—No; let the boys have
all the giant firecrackers they want.
De Quiz—But such things are dan
gerous.
De Whiz—I know It. I haven’t any
boys.
HIRAM CARPENTER’S WONDER
FUL CURE OF PSORIASIS.
"I have been afflicted for twenty
years with an obstinate skin disease,
called by some M. D.’s. psoriasis, and
others leprosy, commencing on my
scalp; and in spite of all I could do,
with the help of the most skilful doc
tors, it slowly but surely extended un
til a year ago this winter It covered
my entire person in the form of dry
scales. For the last three years I have
been unable to do any labor, and
Buffering intensely all the time. Every
morning there would be nearly a dust
panful of scales taken from the sheet
on my bed, some of them half as large
as the envelope containing this letter.
In the latter part of winter my skin
commenced cracking open. I tried
everything, almost, that could be
thought of, without any relief. The
12th of June I started West, in hopes
I could reach the Hot Springs. X
reached Detroit and was so low I
thought I should have to go to the
hospital, but finally got as far as Lan
6lng, Mich., where I had a sister liv
ing. One Dr. - treated me about
two weeks, but did me no good. All
thought I had but a short time to live,
f earnestly prayed to die. Cracked
through the skin all over my back,
across my ribs, arms, hands, limbs;
feet badly swollen; toe-nails came off;
finger-nails dead and hard as a bone;
hair dead, dry and lifeless as old
straw. O my God! how I did suffer.
“My sister wouldn't give up; said,
"We will try Cuticura.' Some was ap
plied to one hand and arm. Eureka!
there was relief; stopped the terrible
ourning sensation from the word go.
They immediately got Cuticura Re
solvent,. Ointment and Soap. X com
menced by taking Cuticura Resolvent
three times a day after meals; had a
bath once a day, water about blood
heat; used Cuticura Soap freely; ap
plied Cuticura Ointment morning and
evening. Result: returned to my
home lu just six weeks from the time
I left, and my skin as smooth as this
•heet of paper. Hiram E. Carpenter,
Henderson, N. Y.”
The above remarkable testimonial
was written January 19( 1880, and is
republished because of the perman
ency of the cure. Under date of April
t2, 1910, Mr. Carpenter wrote from his
present home, 610 Walnut St. So.,
f.anslng, Mich.: "I have never suf
fered a return of the psoriasis and al
though many years have passed I have
not forgotten the terrible suffering I
bndured before using the Cuticura
Remedies.”
Explanation.
“That bride across the way is the
laziest woman 1 ever saw. She never
does any work about the house."
“Why doesn't her husband make
her?”
“Oh, he simply worships her.”
“That acoounts, then, for her lead
ing an idol existence.”
Smoke Volumes Only.
Architect (showing plans)—This
room will be your library.
Mr. Newrich—My llb'ry? Oh, yes,
of course. I must have a place to
Smoke.—Exchange.
LADIES CAN WEAR SHOES
fine site smaller alter using Allen’s Foot-Ease,
the antiseptic powder to be shaken into the
fchoes. It makes tight or new shoes feel easy.
Refuse substitutes. For Free trial package, ad*
trefaB Alien S. Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y.
The most hopeless man in the world
Is the man wbd is drifting.—Hans
Backs.
Rest for Tuberculosis Patients.
Dr. Joseph H. Pratt of Boston, wht
was the founder of the first tubercu
losls class In the United States In th»
Emmanuel church In Boston, claimi
that In the treatment of tuberculosit
absolute rest, often in bed, must bt
extended over a period of months, be
fore the consumptive should take anj
exercise. He says: "Prolonged rest
In bed out of doors yields better re
suits than any other method of treat
ing pulmonary tuberculosis. Patients
will have a better appetite and take
more food without discomfort and
gain weight and strength faster than
patients with active disease who are
allowed to exercise. Complications
are much less frequent. When used
in the incipient stage recovery is
more rapid and surer.”
Where the Blame Rests.
Mistress—Oh, dear! I'm afraid I'm
losing my looks, Nora.
Nora—Ye are not, mum, it's the
mirrors: they don't make them as
good as they used to.—Harper's
Bazar.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle ot
CASTOK1A, a safe and sure remedy for
infants and children, and see that it
s—
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
The Proper Way.
“Can you answer the questions about
this bench show categorically?”
“I prefer to do so dogmatically.”
Mr*. Wlnaiow'* Roothlng ftyrap for Children
teething, soften® the gum*, reduce® inflamma
tion. allays pain,cures wind colic, 25c a bottle.
Most sharp retorts are made ill
blunt language.
44 Bu. to the Acre
Is a heavy yield, but that’s what John Kennedy of
Kdmonton, Alberta, Western Canada, got from 40
acres of Spring WLeat In 1010 Report a
from other districts in that prov
ince showed other ox cel
lent results—such as 4,
000 bushels of wheat
from 120 acres, or 83 l-.t
bu. per a ere. 26.80 and 40
bushelylelds were num
erous. As high as 182
bushels of oats to the
aero were threshed from
Alberta fields In 1010.
The Silver Cup
at tbo recent Spokane
Fair was awarded to t ho
Alberta Government for
Sts exhibit of grains,grasses and
vegetables. Reports of excellent
yields for 1210 come also from
Saskatchewan and Manitoba in
Western Canada. i
Free homesteads of 160
acres, and adjoining pre
emptions of 100 acres (at
S3 per acre) are to be had
in the choicest districts.
Schools convenient, cli
mate excellent, soil the
very best, railways close at
hand, building lumber
cheap, fuel easy to get and
reasonable In price, water
easily procured, mixed
farming a success.
Write as to best place for set
tlement, settlers’ low railway
rates, descriptive illustrated
“Last Best Wat" (sent free on
application) and other informa
tion, to Bup’t of Immigration,
Ottawa, Can.,ortothe Canadian
Government Agent. (36)
£ T Man. 315 JaefoM St. St Pari. Ua.
i. ■. MadadriM. frawr U7,*,l«twt. S I.
W, V. fccarit, »oaa«. Bn Bmidtm. Omha. HA
The Army of
Constipation
In Growing Smaller Every Day.
CARTER’S LITTLE
LIVER PILLS are
responsible— they
not only give relief PADTCrfc
— they perma- wfiKItKd
nentlycureCo: WITTLE
stipation. Mil- IIVER
lions use § PILLS,
them for AhbJI
Biliousness, —■..
Indigestion, Sick Hsadacke, Sallow Skin.
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE
Genuine must bear Signature
MfKPnNCIII Rich Soil* in Clover Belt. 8000acr*a
niavunam to selectfrom, 4U acres to a section,
•10 per acre. Ample rainfall, timber, manufacturing
towns, nearby good markets. CJM'n»bj,UhlneU«d«r,WU.
FREE RUBBER GOODS
Write penial now. M.rlord Co., Dept. 4, Chicago, 111.
liYID C \ I Ki 2H0 acre Improved, tiled Iowa
4 4-44% tac4.gjAj farm, .me ml lo from town, SI1U
Address owner. II. IS. L1CHTY, Waterloo, Iowa.
SIOUX CITY PTG. CO.,
