TEXT WAS NEW TO HEARERS
German’s Struggle With the English
Language Praiseworthy, but Some
what Mirth Provoking.
Prince Henry of Reuss, who speaks
tuperb English, laughed good-natured
ly at a dinner In New York, over the
account of certain officers of the Ger
man fleet.
"One of our chaplains,” said the
frlnce. “had the hardihood to preach
in English at. one of your Lutheran
chapels the other day. He astonished
Jiis congregation by saying, as he rose,
ttuu he would choose for bis text the
words
'A'.d he tore his shirt.'
'A Quite audible snicker went round.
T ie chaplain noticed it, flushed, and
n-; ea'ed the text in a louder voice:
' 'And he tore his shirt.'
"The snicker became a laugh, and
*hf pastor rose and said:
" Our good brother is quoting, of
course, the familiar words:
‘"And the door is shut.'”
LOGICAL QUESTION.
j
Stage Manager—Why didn’t you go
Cn when you got your cue, "Come
forth?"
Supe—Oi was waitin’ for the other
three to go on first. Sure, an’ how
could I come forth if I wlnt first?
Voice of Conscience.
A western Kentucky negro was in
Jail awaiting trial for stealing a calf.
His wife called to see him. On her
way out the Jailer, whose name was
Grady, halted her.
“Mandy,” he inquired, “have you
got a lawyer for Jim?”
“No, sah,” said his wife. “Ef Jim
Was guilty I’d git him a lawyer right
Away; but he tells me he ain’t guilty,
And so, of co’se, I ain't aimin’ to hire
none.’’
1 “Mr. Grady,” came a voice from the
ceils above, "you tell dat nigger wom
an down thar to git a lawyer—and
git a dam’ good one, too!"—Saturday
Evening Post.
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To Protect the Flowers,
i Edelweiss and other characteristic
^Swlss flowers are said to bo in dan
•iger of total extinction because of the
■craze of tourists for collecting them.
fWomen tourists especially are always
•anxious to take away souvenirs in
(the way of a plant, and do not simply
pull the flowers, but dig up the p*mt.
It is proposed to introduce a law that
will prevent the buying, selling or dig
ging of edelweiss, fire Illy, Siberian
ispring crocus, Alpine columbine, the
IDaphne, Alpine violet or other na
tional flowers.
I
Fit Punishment.
» The Wicked Soul was sitting on a
hot stove, drinking molten lava and
fanning himself with a chunk of red
hot sheetlron.
"And who Is the poor wretch?"
asked Dante.
i "That,” replied Satan, "Is the first
fenan who said, ‘Ib it hot enough for
•you?' "—Milwaukee Sentinel.
Can’t Afford To.
Friend—You and your husband
seem to be getting on well tqpether
'just now. I thought you had quar
reled.
J Wife—Can’t do that these days,
when our dresses fasten down the
back.
Obviously Unnecessary.
i “Look here, Snip," said Slowpay, In
dignantly, to his tailor, “you haven't
put any pockets In these trousers.”
"No, Mr. Slowpay,” Bald the tailor,
with a sigh; “I judged from your ac
count that you never had anything to
put In them."
Only In a Business Way.
"So Clara rejected the plumber.”
“Do you know why?”
“Somebody told her to be careful
about encouraging him, as he hit the
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Pittsburg Chivalry.
“What’s going on here?” demanded
a man as he came upon two little boys
battling In a vacant lot on the south
side. The lad who was on top was
rubbing weeds over the face of the un
der one.
'Stop It,” said the man, grabbing the
victor by the neck and pulling him
away. "What In the world are you
trying to do to his face with those
weeds?”
"Do? Why, he swore In front of
some girls, apd I rubbed some smart
weed In his eyes to become a great
man like Abraham Lincoln.”—Pitts
burg Sun.
Excellent Plan.
“I see,” said Mrs. De Jones, while
Mrs. Van Tyle was calling, “that you
have a Chinese chauffeur. Do you
find him satisfactory?”
"Ho’s perfectly fine,” said Mrs. Van
Tyle. "To begin with, ills yellow com
plexion Is such that at the end of a
long, dusty ride he doesn’t show any
spots, and then when 1 am out In my
limousine I have his pigtail stuck
through a little hole In the plate-glass
window and I use It as a sort of bell
rope to tell him where to stop."—
Harper’s Weekly.
Two Enough for Her.
He was a small boy with a dark,
eager face and he was waiting at the
end of the line of eight or ten per
sons for a chance to make his wants
known to the librarian. When his
turn came he Inquired briefly: “Have
you got 'Twenty Thousand Legs Un
der the Sea’?”
"No," responded the librarian a lit
tle snappishly, for she was tired, “I’m
thankful to say I’ve only got two.
They’re not under the sea!”
Why They Went.
As the Sunday school teacher en
away?" she exclaimed In surprise,
tered her class room, seh saw leaving
in great haste little girl and her
still small brother.
“Why, Mary, you aren’t going
away?’1 she exclaimed in surprise.
“Pleathe, Mlth Anne, we’ve got to
go," was the distressed reply. “Jimmy
’th thwallowed hlth oollectlon.”—Lip
plncott’s.
Height of Selfishness.
Some men are so selfish that If they
were living In a haunted house they
wouldn’t be willing to give up the
ghost.—Florida Times Union.
Old friends are best, but many a
woman deludes herself with the idea
that she Is too young to have any old
friends.
I
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Eats Toasties, ’tis said, once a day,
he knows they are healthful and wholesome
fumisl^y^strength for the fray.
h^nMBclered* and, marvelled
r-ftim so jnuch on the job, .
tring his strength and endurance
is due to the com in TY COBB.
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THE HEART OF A WOMAN
—
BY BARONESS ORC2Y.
Author of "The Scarlet Pimpernel,” "Petticoat Rule,” Etc.
SYNOPSIS.
The story opens in Brussels. Louisa
Harris, a charming English girl of family,
friends and wealth, while absently walk
ing along the Boulevard Waterloo in a
November rain, runs into a tragedy.
A man Is found murdered In a taxi
cab; his companion who had left the cab
some time before and told the chauffeur
to drive to a certain address, has disap
peared and is unknown.
The scene shifts to London. Luke de
Mountford. Louisa’s affianced, the nephew
and heir of the eccentric and wealthy
Lord Radcllffe, Is in trouble. An alleged
direct heir, the unknown son of another
brother, has notified Lord Radcllffe of hls
claims. The old man, passionately fond
of Luke, claims that he has examined the
papers and that the claimant is an im
postor.
Suddenly the alleged Phillip de Mount
ford appears in London. After a short In
terview with Lord Radcllffe hls claims
are recognized and he Is installed as heir.
Without explanation Luke Is practically
disowned. Phillip seems to exert unlimltj
ed Influence over Lord Radcllffe which
puzzles hls friends and defies investiga
tion. Lord Radcllffe will explain to no
one.
A year has passed since the tragedy In
Brussels. Suddenly It is repeated In ev
ery detail in London. The victim is Phil
lip de Mountford. Every circumstance and
a very apparent motive points to the dis
placed nephew, Luke, as the murderer. In
vain, Louisa, in her blind faith, trled^ to
prove Luke innocent. Every investigation
brightens the chains of evidence. At the
coroner’s inquest the startling develop
ment that the murdered man is not Phillip
de Mountford but a common scoundrel de
nounced by hls father and mother, who
identified the body as their son, only com
plicates the situation. It does not in the
least upset the appalling proofs of Luke's
guilt. A warrant is issued for his arrest
but because of hls station in life the police
secretly warn him to leave the country
before the warrant is served. This he pre
pares to do. Louisa sees him and asks
him pointedly for the truth. He con
fesses his guilt.
CHAPTER XXI—(Continued.)
"And If that's one of the proofs on
which you are going to accuse my fu
ture soninlaw of having committed a
murder, then all I can say is. Tom,
that you and I are seeing the last or
one another today.”
But Sir Thomas took this threat, as
he had taken Colonel Harris' undis
guised expressions of contempt, with
pertect equanimity.
"If,” he said quietly, “I did accuse
Luke de Mountford or any other man
of murder on such paltry grounds as
that, Will, you would be perfectly Jus
tified in turning your back on me. If
for no other reason than that I should
then be an Incompetent ass."
"Weli. what more 1b there then?”
“Only this. Will. That the stick
which you have so often seen in Luke
de Mountford's hand, was found this
morning inside the railings of Green
park; it bears unmistakable signs ot
the use to which It was put last night."
“You mean—that It was stained——?"
How long a time elapsed between the
beginning of that query and Its last
words Colonel Harris could not say.
The uttering of the words was a terrible
effort. They seemed to choke him ere
they reached his lips. A buzzing and
singing filled his ears so that he did
not hear Sir Thomas' reply, but
through a strange veil which half ob
eeu*ed his vision he saw his brotherin
luw’s slow nod of affirmation. For the
first time In his life, the man who had
fought against naked savages in the
swamps or sands of Africa, who had
heard, unflinching, the news of the
death of his only son. felt himself to
tally unnerved. He heard as In a dream
the hum of the busy city In the street
below, hansoms and omnibuses rattling
along the road, the cries of nows ven
dors or hawkers, the bustle of hum
drum, every day life; and through it
the ticking of his own watch In his
waistcoat pocket.
He remembered afterward how
strangely this had Impressed him; that
he could hear the ticking of his own
watch. He had never been conscious
before of such an acute sense of hear
ing. And yet the buzzing and singing
In his ears went on. And he was hor
ribly, painfully conscious of silly, tri
vial things—the ticking of his watch
which obsessed him, the Irregularity In
the design of the wall paper, the brok
en top of the Inkstand on Sir Thomas'
desk.
The great, all-important fact had es
caped momentarily from his conscious
ness. He forgot that Philip de Mount -
ford had been murdered, and that
Luke’s stick, blood stained and damn
ing, had been found Inside the railings
ol’ the park.
A cycle of time went by—an eternity,
or else a few seconds. Sir Thomas Ry
der pulled open the long drawer of his
monumental desk.
Colonel Harris watched him doing it,
and long before Sir Thomas took a cer
tain Something from out the drawer,
tlie colonel knew what that something
would be.
A familiar thing enough. The colonel
had seen it over and over again in
Luke de Mountford’s hand. A slender
stick of rich looking, dark wood, only
very little thicker at the top than at
the base and with a silver band about
six Inches from the top. On the band
the Initials L. de M. daintily engraved.
"Put It away, Tom. for God’s sake!”
Colonel Harris hardly recognized his
own voice; he had spoken more from
a sudden instinct of shrinking from
loathsome objects, than from any real
will of his own. One glance at the
stick had been enough. It was thickly
coated with mud, and about six inches
from the top there where the silver
band showed a deep dark cleft between
it and the length of the stick, there
were other stains—obvious stains of
blood.
Yet Colonel Harris had seen worse
sights than this in Zululand and at
Omdurman. Put on this stained stick,
that discolored silver band, he felt it
Impossible to look.
"I have broken it to you, Will, as
gently as I could,” said Sir Thomas, not
quite as placidly as before. He too
was not unmoved by the distress of hts
old friend. “You see that I had no op
tion, but to tell you all. You must keep
out of all this, old man, and above all
you must keep Louisa out of it. Take
her abroad. Will, as soon as you can.”
"She won't go," murmured the father,
dully. '
"Nonsense!”
“She won’t go,” he reiterated. "She
has given her heart to Luke.”
"She'll soon forget him.”
“Not she.”
"And she’ll be horrified—when she
knows.”
"She’ll not believe it.”
"If he is wise, he’ll plead guilty—his
solicitor will advise him to do that. It
is his once chance. . . ."
"His one chance?" queried the other
vaguely.
“Of escaping the gallows. If he
pleads guilty, many extenuating cir
cumstances will be admitted—his own
spotless reputation—and also Intense
provocation. He’ll get a life sentence,
or even perhaps-"
But with a loud oath, the most forcl
’ ble one he ha*d ever uttered In Ills life.
Colonel Harris had Jumped to hts feet
and brought a heavy fist crashing down
upon the table.
"And by the living God, Tom,” he
said, "I’ll not believe It. No! not for
all your witnesses, and your cross
questionings, and your damnable
proofs. No! I’ll not believe It, and I
know that my girl will not believe It,
either—not until we hear the word
‘guilty’ spoken by Luke’s own lips. And
we’ll not leave London, we’ll not go
abroad, we’ll not desert Luke; for I
swear, by God that I don’t believe that
he Is an assassin."
Men who have always been account
ed weak often have moments of unex
pected strength. Colonel Harris now
seemed to tower morally and mentally
over his brotherlnlaw. The passion of
loyalty was in him, and caused his eyes
to sparkle and his cheeks to glow. The
oath he uttered he spoke with fervor:
there would be no faltering, no waver
ing In his defense of Luke.
Sir Thomas waited a minute or two,
allowing his old friend to recover his
normal self-control as well as his
breath, which was coming and going
In quick gasps. Then he said quietly:
"As you will, old man. Have another
cigar.
CHAPTER XXII.
THEN TTte MIRACLE WAS
WROUGHT.
When Colonel Harris once more ar
rived at the Langham he found Luke
and Louisa comfortably Installed in
front of the private fire in the private
sitting room up stairs. She was lean
ing back against the cushions, her head
resting in her hand, he at the foot of
the sofa, his hands encircling one knee,
gazing now and then into the fire, now
and then into her face.
Not troubled creatures these, not man
and woman fighting a battle against
life, against the world, for honor, for
peace, and for love; not souls racked
by painful memories of the past or
grim dread of the future; only two
very ordinary human beings, with a life
behind them of serene contentment, so
cial duties worthily performed, a
smooth lake whereon not a ripple of
sorrow or disgrace ever dared to mar
the shiny surface.
And the ruling passion strong in
death was stronger still in face of this
new life to be led; the life of tomorrow,
full of the unknown, the ugly, the sor
did and mean, full of nameless dangers
and of possible disgrace. The puppets
were still dancing, moved by the invis
ible strings held by the hand of the im
placable giant called Convention: they
danced even as though no gaping and
ravenous lions, no Bulls of Bashan,
were there to see. Even before each
other they hid the secret mysteries of
their hearts; he his overwhelming pas
sion for her, she her dread for his im
mediate future.
They had not forborne to talk of
Philip de Moutford’s death; they
would not have admitted that there
was anything there that could not be
discussed with perfect indifference—
she, reclining against the cushions, and
he in immaculate morning coat, with
hair smoothly brushed, and speckless
tie and linen, talking of things which
meant life or death for them both.
He had told her all he knew, his visit
to Philip at the Veterans’ club, his
quarrel with him, the hatred which he
bore to the man that was dead. • He
made no secret of the police officer's
questionings, nor of Dr. Newington’s
extraordinary attitude.
“One would think those fellows had
a suspicion that I had murdered Phil
ip,” he said quite lightly.
And her face never moved whilst she
listened to these details, analyzing
them in her mind, comparing them
with those at which the morning pa
pers had hinted the “clues” and
"startling developments,” to obtain
confirmation of which her father had
gone out to seek Sir Thomas Ryder.
Luke de Mountford would no more
have dreamed of telling Louisa of the
dark suspicions which really threat
ened him, than he would have laid bare
before her some hideous wound, if he
happened to be suffering from one.
The police officer’s insolence and the
doctor’s easy contempt had sounded a
note of warning of what was imminent,
hut beyond that he had no fear. Why
should he have? And having none,
why worry Lou with platnts that might
agitate her?
Remember that he individually was
quite convinced that Philip’s murderer
would soon be discovertd. He too had
read his morning paper, and knew as
well as anybody that for the moment
suspicion rested upon him, “Seek whom
the crime will benefit,” was a phrase
freely used in the press this morning.
But it was only a question of time;
an unpleasant phase to be traversed,
some mud that presently would have
to be brushed off. No use to worry
Louisa with it. Fortunately she took
it lightly, too. She was far too sen
sible to attach importance to such non
sense.
Nevertheless mud thrown in such
boundless profusion was apt to hurt
very considerably. Luke had to set his
teeth this morning when he perused the
Times and even now. there was in him
a sensation of having been bruised all
over, after his second Interview with
Travers, and his talk with Dr. Newing
ton in the library. Louisa did him good.
She was calm and sensible and a wom
an of the world. She never puzzled
Luke, nor had she that vague longing
to be misunderstood, the peculiar at
tribute of the woman of today. In
face of her serenity he almost despised
himself for the intensity of his own
passion. She was so pure, so womanly
in her tenderness, a girl still, she was
hardly conscious of passion. But she
knew that he was tn pain—morally and
mentally in pain—and that worse was
yet to come; and she, the commonplace,
sensible girl, brought forth her full
array of calm and of triviality, check
ing by a placid smile, the faintest on
rush of passion in him, for passion
could but torture him now, when his
very soul was troubled and every nerve
on the Jar.
And thus Colonel Harris found
them.
When he entered, Louisa was re
counting to Luke the menu of last
night’s dinner.
“And Homard a la Danoise was a
perfect dream,” she was saying. “I
suppose it would not be etlquet to ask
her excellency for the recipe.”
Luke rose as the colonel entered and
passed his hand across the back of
his smooth head, a gesture peculiarly
English and peculiarly his own. The
older man was undoubtedly the most
troubled of the three.
"It’s a damnable business, this,” he
said as soon as he had shaken Luke by
the hand and thrown off hat and coat.
"Does Sir Thomas Ryder,” asked
Luke lightly, “also think that I have
murdered Philip?"
He knew where Colonel Harris had
been. Louisa had not thought of keep
ing this from him.
"Tom’s a fool,” retorted the colonel
involuntarily.
It was tantamount to an avowal.
Luke never fllnehed; he even contrived
to smile. Louisa sat up very straight.
and with an Instinctive movement pare
the sofa cushions a nervy shake up.
But her eyes were fastened on Luke.
"Don’t worry, sir,” said Luke very
quietly. “I’ll get out of It all In good
time.”
"Of course you will. Damn It all!”
ejaculated the other fervently.
"The Inquest, you know, Is tomor
row.”
It was Luke who spoke and Colonel
Harris looked up quickly.
"Then,” he said, "surely some light
will be thrown on this mysterious busi
ness.”
“Lot’s hope so, sir," rejoined Luke
dryly.
“Has Uncle Ryder told you anything
fresh, father? Anything that we don’t
yet know?”
Colonel Harris did not reply and
Louisa knew that there was something
that Uncle Ryder had said, something
awful, which had caused her father
to wear the troubled look whloh had
terrified her the moment he came In.
Something awful—which would affect
Luke.
"Won’t you tell us, father,” she said,
“what Uncle Ryder told you? Luke
ought to know.”
“Oh, rejoined Luke, “there’s no hurry
I’m sure. Colonel Harris will tell me
presently. Lou, you were coming to
the park this morning. I suppose we
can’t go to the Temple garden show
very well.”
“Not very well, I think,” she replied,
“but I'll come for a walk after lunch
with pleasure. Father must tell us now
what Uncle Ryder said.”
Then as Colonel Harris still seemed
to hesitate, she became more Insistent,
and her voice more firm.
“Father, dear,” she said, “I must
know as well as Luke.”
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The old man took a turn up and down
the room, with hands behind his back.
He would not look either at Louisa or
at Luke, for it would be easier to tell
them everything without meeting their
eyes. And he had to tell them every
thing. To her as well as to him. It
was no longer any use trying to avoid
the subject, pretending that It was
trivial, unworthy of discussion.
Facts had to be faced at last, like
the dervishes at Omdurman. and a plan
of campaign decided on In the event of
momentary defeat.
“Ryder,” he began quite abruptly at
last, “had the hall porter of that con
founded club up to his room while I
was there, and questioned him before
me.”
"He could,” suggested Luke, “only
repeat the story which we all know
already. I never denied seeing Philip
at the club or quarreling with him for
a matter of that. Hang It all, I have
often quarreled with him before.”
“Yes,” rejoined the colonel, “they’ve
ferrested out the old servants of your
uncle's household and heard Innumer
able stories of quarrels.”
"Exaggerated, I expect. But what of
It?”
“And that hall porter didn't mince
matters, either, damn him.”
“Philip,” remarked, Luke dryly
“shouted pretty loudly. I did not.”
“The porter said that when you left
the club you had ‘murder In your eye.’ ”
"Possibly.”
"You had overheard Philip’s last re
mark to the porter?”
“Yes—something about pestering
beggars. I was ready to make him
swallow his words, but I loathe a scene,
before people like those who frequent
the Veterans’ club.”
"I wish to goodness you had gone
tor him then and there.”
"Why?”
“This accursed business would not
have occurred.”
“Oh, yes it would—sooner or later."
“What makes you say that?”
“Philip must have had an enemy.”
"Who murdered him last night, you
think?”
“An enemy," assented Luke, “who
evidently laid In wait for him and mur
dered him last night. It Is bound to
some out at the Inquest.”
“About this enemy?” queried Colonel
Harris vaguely.
“Why, yes,” rejoined Luke a little Im
patiently, “surely the police have made
ether Investigations. They are not Just
fastening on me and on no one else.”
“Could you,” asked Louisa, “help the
police in that, Luke?”
“No,” he replied, “I know absolutely
nothing about Philip or about his past
life.”
“Did Lord Radclyffe?”
“I don’t know.”
“He has been questioned, has he not?"’
“He is too ill to see any one. Doctor
Newington declares that he must not
attempt to see any one. His condition
Is critical. Moreover, he is only partly
;onsclqus.”
“But—"
“There’s Philip's lawyer, Davies,”
Luke; “the police ought to be in com
munication with him. It is positively
ridiculous the way they seem to do
nothing in the way of proper investiga
tion, but only make up their minds that
I have killed my cousin. Why! they
don’t even seem to trouble about the
weapon with which the murder was
committed."
"The weapon—?”
The ejaculation, spoken hardly above
a whisper, had come from Colonel Har
ris. Once more the old man felt—as he
had done in his brotherinlaw’s office—
that every drop of blood in him had re
ceded back to his heart, and that he
would choke If he attempted to utter
another word.
(Continued Next Week.)
Champion High Priced Wooer.
From the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Baltimore—Latimer Gessner stands out
as the champion high priced wooer of
Baltimore, according to the testimony
read before United States Commissioner
Bond.
Gessner, according to the testimony of
Miss Lulu Stephens, of Carlisle, Pa., got
from her by his promises, by his heart
throb letters and by his frequent visits
to her home as much as $27,000 in the last
four y^ars and $18,000 In the last year.
Although he has a wife and family,
Gessner, according to her testimony, had
promised to marry her, but decided to
postpone the ceremony until he had com
pleted hts education as a physician. This
education, according to the letters which
were submitted, was of the most expen
sive kind.
Other witnesses have testified that
Gessner had not studied at any medical
school and that he has used at least part
of his advances from his Harrisburg
sweetheart for supporting his own fam
ily here, having quit work recently when
the money began to come In large sums
from Miss Stephens.
Some of the largest Items of expense
which made up the alleged $12,000 contri
butions of last year were bills from Dr.
Finney and Dr. Chalmers for difficult
operations.
Gessner was released on $2,000 ball.
Poor Proxy.
From Flashlight.
A gentleman who was once stopped by
an old man begging replied: "Don't you
know, my man, that fortune knocks once
at every man’s door?"
"Yes," sold the old man, “he knocked
at my door once, but I was out, and ever
since then he has sent his daughter.”
"His daughter?” replied the gentleman.
•What do you mean?”
“Why, Miss Fortune."
Belfast, which has recently been the
storm center for home rule agitation,
now contributes about three-quarters
of all the customs and excise revenu*
collected in Ireland. ^
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WESTERN CANADA
RELIABLE INFORMATION FROM
THE GRAIN FIELD8 SHOW
THAT THE PROSPECTS
ARE GOOD.
This Is the time of year when con*
Blderable anxiety is felt in all the
northern agricultural districts as to
the probable outcome of the growing
crops. Central Canada, comprising
the Provinces of Manitoba, Sas
katchewan and Alberta, with their
1/,000,000 acres of wheat, oats, bar-,
ley and flax, of which 6,000,000
acres may be said to be sown to
wheat alone, has become a great fac
tor in the grain markets of the world.
Besides this, government returns
show that every state in the Union
has representatives in these prov
inces, and naturally the friends of
these representatives are anxious to
hear of their success. It has never
been eaid of that country that it 1b
absolutely faultless. There ags, and
have been, districts that have experi
enced the vagaries of the weather,
the same as in districts south of the
boundary line between the two coun
tries, but these are only such aa are'
to be expected in any agricultural
country. The past has proven that
the agricultural possibilities of this
portion of Canada are probably more
fittractive in every way than, most
countries where grain raising Is the
chief industry. The present year
promises to be even better than past
years, and in a month or six week*
it is felt there will be produced the
evidence that warrants the enthusi
asm of the present. Then these great
broad acres will have the ripened
wheat, oats, barley and flax, and the
farmer, who has been looking forward
to making his last payment on hie
big farm will be satisfied. At the time
of writing, all crops give the prom
ise of reaching the most sanguine ex
pectations.
In the central portion of Alberta,
It is said that crop conditions are
more favorable than in any previous
year. Heavy rains recently visited
this part, and the whole of this grain
growing section has been covered. Re
ports like the following come from
all parts:
“Splendid heavy rain yesterday.
Crops forging ahead. Great prospects.
All grains more than a week ahead
of last year. Weather warm last
week. Good rains last night.”
From southern Alberta the reports
to hand indicate sufficient rain. Crops
in excellent condition. Labor scarce.
Throughout Saskatchewan all grains
are looking well, and there has been
sufficient rain to carry them through
to harvest.
From all portions of Manitoba
there comes an assurance of an
abundant yield of all grains. Through
out southern Manitoba, where rain
was needed a few weeks ago, there
has lately been abundant precipita
tion, and that portion of the province
will in all probability have a crop to
equal the best anticipations. A large
quantity of grain was sown on the
stubble in the newer west, which is
never a satisfactory method of farm
ing, ami may reduce the general av
erage.
Taken altogether, the country is
now fully two weeks in advance of
last year, and in all grains the acre
ages sown are much larger than in
1911. This means that with aus
picious weather the west will have
the grandest harvest in its history.
Two hundred and fifty million bushels
of wheat has been mentioned as an
estimate of the present growing crop,
and it looks now as if that guess will
be none too large.
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