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SWEEPSTAKE UPON SWEEPSTAKE CANADA ADDING^ OTHERS TO ITi SERIES OF VICTORIES. A Manitoba 8teer Carrlea Off Simllaf Honors to Those Won by a Half Brother in 1912. When Giencamock I., the Aberdeen" Angus steer, owned by Mr. McGregof of Brandon, Manitoba, carried oft the sweepstakes at the Chicago Live Stock Show in 1912, it was considered to b* a great victory for barley, oats and grass versus corn. So that there might be no doubt of the superiority of barley feeding, Manitoba climate, and judgment in selecting the animal. Mr. McGregor placed in competition In 1913, another Aberdeen-Angus, a half-brother to the animal that won last year, and secured a second vio tory in the second year. In other classes he had excellent winnings, but the big victory was the sweepstakes for the best steer. This victory proved that Manitobargrown barley and oats, and prairie hay, had properties better than any contained in com, which in the past has been looked upon as being superior to other grains in fat tening and finishing qualities. Not only this, but Glencamock’s victory proves that the climate of the prairie provinces of western Canada, in com bination with rich feeds that are pos sessed by that country, tends to make cattle raising a success at’little cost. Other winnings at the live stock show which placed western Canada in the class of big victories were: Three firsts, seven seconds, and five other prizes in Clydesdales. The winners, Bryce, Taber, Suther land, Sintoit, Mutch, McLean, Haggei* ty, Leckie and the University of Sas katchewan are like family names in Saskatchewan. Each one had “the goods” that won honor to himself and combined made a name and record tot Saskatchewan. Look at the recent victories won by western Canada within the past three years. In February, 1911, Hill A Sons ot Lloydminster, Saskatchewan, showed a peck of oats at the National Cord Exposition, held at Columbus, Ohio, and carried off the Colorado silver trophy, valued at $1,500. In February, 1913, the same men, father and son, had a similar victory at Columbia, N. C., and should they win in 1914 at Dallas, Texas, they will own the trophy. In 1911, Seager Wheeler of Rosthem won $1,000 in gold at the New York Land Show for the best 100 pounds of. wheat. In 1912 at the Dry Farming Cos gress at Lethbridge, Alberta, Mr [Holmes of Cards ton won the $2,504' Rumley engine for best wheat In tb*> world. ▼ 4 A4 A _ a. A V. .. TN_ TU_ ■ t_ _ iu xvxu| ai uiu *.»« j mt ui gross, held at TuIbs, Okla., Mr. P. G#. lack of Allen, Saskatchewan, carrfr l off the honors and a threshing nt chlne for the best bushel of wheat shown In competition with the world. In 1913 at the International Ury Farming Congress at Tulsa, Olds-, Canada won the majority of tie world’s honors In Individual classes, and seven out of the sixteen swoeo atakes. Including the grand prize for the best bushel of hard wheat. The grand prize, a threshing Bra chtne, was won by Paul Gerlack Jbr best bushel of hard wheat, wt| :h weighed 71 pounds to the buBhel, aid was of the Marquis variety. In the district In which the wterat was grown that won thlB prize, there were thousands of acres t>«e year fl at would have done as well. Mr. Gerlack Is to be congratulated, as well as 'he province of Saskatchewan, and west ern Canada as a whole, for the grsat success that has been achieved In both grain and cattle. Other prizes at the same pi ice were: Best peck of barley, Nicholas Vet jniger, Claresholm, Alberta. Best peck of oats, E. J. Lanigaw^El fross, Saskatchewan. VJt Bes*_, St-ch****** flax.^ John >gl*'W», C» .Jwuft, Saskatchewan?' f Best sheaf of barley, A. H. Cross f man, Kindersley, Saskatchewan. Best sheaf of flax, R. C. West, Kin dersley, Saskatchewan. Best sheaf of oats, Arthur Perry, Cardston, Alberta. In district exhibits, Swift Current, Saskatchewan, won the board of Trade Award, with Maple Creek sec ond. Other exhibitors and winners were: Red Fife spring wheat, E. A. Fred rick. Maple Creek. Other variety of hard spring wheat, S. Englehart, Abernethy, Sask. Rlack oats, Alex Wooley, Horton, Alta. Western rye grass, W. S. Creighton, Stalwart, Sask. Sheaf of Red Fife wheat, R. H. Car ter. Fort Qu’Appelle, Sask. Sheaf of Marquis wheat, C. N. Car ney, Dvsart, Sask. Oats, any other variety, Wm. S. Simpson, Pambrun, Sask. Two-rowed barley. R. H. Carter, Fort Qu'Appet'.e, Sask. Six-rowed barley, R. H. Carter, Fort Qu’Appelle, Sask. Western rye grans. Arthur Perry, Cardston, Alta. Alsike clover, Seager Wheeler, Ros thera, Sask.—Advertisement. Famous Authors Receive. More than twenty famous authors held a seceptlon at the Caxton haU, London, on Tuesday afternoon, Febru ary 3. They gave ten-minute readings from their own works and autographed their books for sale by auction. The list of celebrities on the platform in cluded Cicely Hamilton, Beatrice Har raden, Elizabeth Robins, Mrs. St Clair Stobart, C. R. Sims and Eden Phillpotts, Shepherd girls in Switzerland wear ■ten's clothes. jf CHAPTER XIV—(Continued). “Mr. Wiley!” She looked at him. itv. Wiley sighed. "Get a telegram m Hen McFetridge yesterday. They played to S. R. O. at Marshalltown. Ai d another one from Cedar Rapids B0 , s: k ‘Biggest house here since ’98.’ jjf-net”*—he looked at h.er with the first Blrst Of enthusiasm she had seen this m>rnlng—“Aurelle’s a winner!” The woman of 30 was looking off to the hills. "Wiley, I wouldn’t publish kit the things you do about her In the N ws. It’s not good taste—all those p ess notices and things. And It doesn’t do you any good in your new — carder.” She had hesitated and looked full at him. Uncle Michigan had gone Back to scratching his garden bed. 1‘The town says—” again she paused jljp; his resentful wonder, t “The town says what?" -■ “That you must be rather In love #.’ith Aurelie.” ■ He was on his feet before her. ‘Janet! They say that?” “Well, you've run on in such enthus iasm about her. Of course it's just Sfour Way.” ‘‘My way? I can’t help what the town btays. The town made an outcast of ne much as it did of Aurelie in the )ld days. But by George, Janet—this!” “She Is the sort you would love, Wiley. With all her courage, the farave fight, as you say she is making —she is one of the superlatively fem inine sort—or at least what you men stupidly imagine is the really feminine. Appealing to your absurd chivalry, as you call it; but actually your vanity— Iclinging to you and so giving you an enlarged sense of your strength, your wisdom, your indispensableness to womunkind! Come now”—she smiled I good humoredly—"isn’t that the type of Woman you like best?” He faced her with a hurt laugh; she had begun with a touch uf bitterness which her common sense subdued. ‘‘The parasite? Not the woman who can help—and who dares demand! You men are all primitive in your ideas of women, Wiley.” “Janet," he answered slowly, “you don’t understand. A child, misplaced, hurt, proud, struggling for th.e bit of good she sees—that Is what I saw in Aurelie. 1 don’t deny her appeal. I've felt like taking her in my arms and saying: ‘Why, your dear kid, you ought not to be in this business— knocking about cheap hotels and in such shows. You ought to have a home—a shelter—some one—’ ’’ “That Is just It." She smiled imper sonally, and briefly. “Well, no matter, Wiley. Only I wondered why the blue birds were calling to you this morning, and not congress. It is spring, Wiley.” But Mr. Curran was put out and angry. He did not want her to divert the matter with her serenly measuring smile. “Janet!" ho cried again. "I don't love h.er—no. no!" “No—no! Merely-attracted. As you are to boolcposter girls and the mag azine cover girls!" She laughed now. “Oh, well, the eternal masculine!” Then sh.e turned to him stubbornly; “!But you are coming through this fl£ht—this campaign—this man's work fur us all.” IS to buck Into the work, the worst you ever saw. Wiley.” "It's great. So many of our young men drift west or to the cities. But you—right here with the home folks." "Right here." He looked at his friend with the old affectionate Inti macy. “I h.ear, Wiley, you’re going to run for congress.” "Yes. They got me Into it. We'll make Hall busy, too.” Harlan smiled gravely. "Father wrote me of it." Wiley glanced up at him. "Your father isn’t for me, Harlan. And he's_ a pretty big man. But—eastern. We’re rattling on pretty strong for ’em out here. Direct elections for senators, the initiative, the recall of judges—the con trol of wealth by the state—the new democracy, boy. But you know all of It. The old dreams we used to argue in the the old News shop. Why we —the old News and I—we s#rt of raised you, Harlan. We made you as much as Harvard!" Harlan smiled. Wiley's eyes were shining. They had a great brother love, a faith, a pride. “What’s got Into you, Wiley? You’re changed—you're awakened! Your cam paign—the big fight ahead? Is that It? "I shouldn't wonder! Everything seems changed. Even the old town— God bless It. it’s como to seem green and fair and livable! Yes, I awakened, Harlan. So’s the old town! We’re go ing to have a new building—the Mc Fetridge twins are going to remodel the tin opera house.” “Yes?” “And they’ve got a new show out. And the leading woman Is little Aurelie Llndstrom!" His friend’s face had hardened. “Tes” Harlan muttered. "You knew?" "Yes. I read of It—I sort of followed her—In the reviews." Harlan w’as gath ering up the lines. "Wiley,—I—wish I had saved her!" Wiley's hand closed over Harlan's on the dashboard. "Boy," he murmured, "I didn’t mean to bring this old mat ter up." Then his face lit with a sud den exaltation as If he had put a great hope to the test. “Tell me—you do love that girl, Harlan!” "I did love her once.” retorted Har lan suuarely. "You might have guessed why I wanted her out of this. And you got her Into It!” “And now?" Wiley muttered. But Harlan drove on suddenly and without looking back. The older man watched him with a feeling that the fine zest of spring had dulled In him. He seemed trampling on some rugged loyalty to the best thing in life—the faith of friends. He sighed as he went back to his shop. “Got her into It? Bless her, I did! But I couldn’t explain to any one what it’s meant to me!” But the bluebirds in the maples did not call so jubilantly as they had the summer long. CHAPTER XV FIGHTING BLOOD. The. last week of June Mr. Curran received this telegram: “Busted at Broken Bow.—Hen." He showed It to Aunt Abby. and Un cle Mich, who came around every week with a letter from Aurelie for Mr. Cur ran to read. Mr. Curran sighed. "Broken Bow Is a jerkwater station out In the short grass country. Western Nebraska. Pretty tough. I’ve been there—I was busted, also." "I hope," said Aunt Abby, "that the child hasn't been compelled to have anything else cut out, even if It is busted." Mr. Curran explained that this was merely the theatrical company. Then they put the telegram away behind the clock where all of Aurelie's letters and press notices were kept. The next week came Aurelie’s explanation. The Beauty Winner company was stranded. All that expensive scenery and the re organized troupe had gone for nothing. Business was very poor. Hen McFet ridge explained, and the actors were clamoring for their salaries. All except Aurelie who received hers every week and sent most of it home. Aurelie in timated that the twins were getting hard up. She heard frequent discus sions of oil and Verde copper stock and other matters extraneous to art. And the following week Mr. Curran. In Earl vilie to see some of his political con freres. was surprised to see Morris Feldman in front of his 10 and 20-cent Main street vaudeville and moving pic ture house. Morris rolled his calf eyes com placently. "Those two big blobs from Tulare, Call., Mr. Curran, what they don't know about the show business is much, believe me. They done some fierce things. Why, up in Bozeman, Mont., Mr. Curran, those two big ginks from Tulare. Cali., they leased the hotel and turned everybody out just because Miss Llndstrom didn’t like the room she had! Can you beat It? No body in that hotel except our bunch of old hams. Say, and Hen and Ben hired a chef in Denver what stuck ’em for $300 a month to go along and cook for the troupe because Miss Llndstrom didn’t like a breakfast she got one morning. And that old bunch of hams we had playin’—some of them troupers hadn't had a square meal since ’81. Why. Hen and Ben blew in more mon ey on cabs some days than wo could play to in a week. And they plunged on oil nnd played poker, and nobody got any salaries; and then they let me out. They let Hanbury manage the back of the house after that; awd be lieve me, anything Hanbury manages is frazzled before it starts.” "Well, what'll the company do now?" asked Mr. Curran. "Walk." commented Mr. Feldman. “And the twins?” "Back to Tulare. Oil.” "And Miss Llndstrom?” Mr. Feldman turned a limpid eye on Mr. Curran. "Miss Llndstrom, she'll make good if she ever shakes that crazy bunch. I said: ’Little girl, you get the clothes and go to New York. You got the stuff In you and you look the part.’ ” "Actually?” Mr. Curran stared. "Believe me. What broke up the show was the twins got stuck on her." "What?” "Dippy. Hen and Ben laid awake nights thinking how to put it over each other. Flowers, cabs, candies—every girl in the bunch was in on it, too. Aurelie Llndstrom ran that whole show and the twins paid the bills. Then we blew up out in Nebraska. When I left, them ham actors was trying to walk out of the hotel wearing two suits of clothes apiece and leaving their trunks behind; and Hen and Ben were buying Yes, he answered quietly. I will. Jtid you’ve hurt me, Janet. But per il kps you were intending to.” She left him with another banter. He had a feeling that she was guessing shrewdly at the struggle dimly grow ing in his mind; he was trying to grasp her larger standards, her victor ious self as a woman of the time, and his yielding to the common thrall of men in this chit of a girl. And he gave it up as a bad job. and turned to his work. But he observed that he did Work the rest of the day, savagely and With effect. He would not listen to the bluebirds. Bluebirds and spring ushered In full June. With his shop and his outer ac tivities he was busied, but not too busy to read the scrawly letters from Aureli.e which Uncle Mich brought. Things had happened. The McFetridge combination had barnstormed the northwest and then booked into a Chi cago stock house. Then it lost the money garnered on one-night stands. The city did not seem to recognize last year’s winner of the beauty contest The Chronicle, having worked its sub scription lists as far as might be on the. exploitation, was rather indifferent to Miss Idndstrom. Other reviews were perfunctory. Morris Feldman said It was Mr. Hanbury’s “rotten” play. But every ono cheerfully admitted that, even young Mr. Hanbury, of the Du buque Register. All this between lines of Aurelie’s exuberant letters. She was undaunt ed. She was expanding vivaciously, throwing herself into work, living ev.ery minute. Her first glimpse of a city fascinated her. She bewildered Uncle Michigan with her adventures. “That limb of a girl,” commented Aunt Abby, "she ought to be home. It isn't doing her a mite of good, Wiley.” “Home?" murmured Mr. Curran. “Where is Aurelie’s home?" "She ought to be gathered up and taken care of!” "Yes.” Mr. Curran sighed. “I think so too, now.” The next they heard was of a wrangle between the McFetridges and Morris Feldman. Then Mr. Feldman was "out,” and the "house was dark” and she was boarding with Miss Nor man who was a "perfect dear.” Then the company reorganized with a lot of expensive scqnery and a new play which the “angels” had procured. Then they had a summer booking and Au relie was to be "leading lady!” Out in the west again somewhere! So Au relle put it. Mr. Curran was struck dumb. Au relie a "leading lady!” He could not kick his job press that day. "That girl,” he mused, “must Just be running that show and the twins and every thing!” “Done goln’ to occupy the land!” chuckled Uncle Michigan. One afternoon when the sugar trees over the town were summer-heavy, and from the uplands came the faint click dick of the first mowers, and the young corn was high across the black bottoms, Mr. Curran, looking up from his press, saw the Van Hart surrey at his door. It held two suit cas.es and a bclldog the like of which in jowl and legs Rome, la., had never before seen. And a broad-shouldered young man was < es' ondlng. Mr. Curran threw proow to the wind and seized his hands. "Harlan! Back to the old town!” "Fine! Going to stay. Wiley. Not exactly at the head of my class, but I got through comfortably." Harlan drew himself up and looked across at the dingy windows of his father’s old ■*W offices above the bank. "I'm going drtirtts fbr some rube and trying to sell him oil stock." Mr. Curran was worried. He asked Aunt Abby if he should not send Au rflie some money to come home on. But he didn't have any. Then another letter came. Aurelie was playing "summer stock" in De-nver. "Miss Nor man and me, but I’m not leading lady any mere. I'm going ingenue bits.' Leading lady with Hen and Ben around was pretty bad. They were so foolish! And it was Buoh a noisy play, for the farther west we got, the more shooting Mr. Hanbury insisted on putting in. The big situation always gave me a headache.” “Land!” murmured Aunt Abby, "I thought she had that cut out?” “But, Mr. Curran,” ran on Aurelle’s letter, "den’t yeu and Uncle Mich worry abeut me. I’m werklng hard and every body seems to like me. The Juvenile I play against is good-looking—quite distinguished. But everybody borrows my meney. Tm awful sorry for Hen and Ben—they wero broke completely. Hen came to mo and Bald: ’Little girl, we aren’t sorry for a cent we ever blew In on yeu. If yeu don’t want to marry us, you den’t have to.’ So they went back to Tulare to hunt more cow tracks, and If they find oil again they’re going to moke me a bigger actress than Mrs. Fiske. Yes, sir—you see! Why, I Just cried when the twins went west— busted. They were grand good fellows after all! "P. S. I'm going to send Uncle Mich some mors money next pay day to pay on the cork leg. And, Uncle Mich, I saw a mountain. Just like you said when we came up river to occupy the land. Only such a teeny mountain way off—like a baby’s toe sticking out of a blue coverlet! Lots of love. "Aurelie." "Done never forget Uncle Mich!” cried that old rebel thumping his peg leg Joyously on the wood box. "And I done promised I’d never peddle a pint o’ whisky long as she sends me money!” "Mich, I understand John won’t let the family have a cent of Aurelle’s money.” Uncls Mich winked wisely. "Knute and I sneak ’em in—underclothes for the baby and socks and truck. John's too busy with his soul and plannin’ to drive Tanner’s men off the creek sur vey ts think about Aurelle'a show money now. Devil’s money, John says. But it buys things for the baby, Mr. Curran. Just like my old bootleg meney, somehow. But these here Holi ness people that got hold of John, they don’t think o’ that .” "John'e a feel, Uncle Mich. If the county decides to divert the creek down the Pocket all you squatters will have to get out or be flooded." “Net John. He says the God o’ Battles done told him to fight. Mr. Curran, there'll done be trouble some time over that." 'Tm afraid so,” Wiley sighed. The deal for the turning of Slnslnawa creek back from the uplands above the town to Its ancient channel which led to the bottoms above Tanner’s quarry, had gone quietly through. Everybody fa vored it, except the outlying farmers who grumbled that It was another piece of favoritism, or maybe Worse. “Tan ner’s boards,” however, were an always present grievance. The only Item of Interest the News found In the pro ceedings was that Harlan Van Hart, Esq., son of Judge Van Hart, the latest addition to the Wlnnetka county bar, made his first public appearance as an attorney for the Tanner company to argue for the ordinance. Wiley "spread” himself In the most approved rural Journalistic fashion on Harlan’s effort, but he sighed—and sent the clipping to Arnft Vance. And not even young attorney Van Hart, toiling away that summer in the little side room of the firm of Donley & Van Hart—names reversed, you notice —getting up his briefs and citations, knew that in his little side room In the bank Old Thad Tanner chuckled and roared. The News actually commend ing something that he had done! But that fool editor didn't really think Van Hart’s boy had anything to do with It? He took the paper to his soninlaw, Cal Bice, the pallid cashier. “We gotta get this boy, Cal. We gotta get him on the ticket next fall, If he can hold the News and these Borehead cusses who’ve started that progressive league over In Earlville. Yes, sir, Cal—a mighty Ldever boy, and a good boy—like his father—steady and safe. The party needs more young men like that—and maybe It would be Just as well to put old Jelly-belly Jewett off the ticket this year and run Harlan for district attor ney," Old Thad Joked about this to Judge Van Hart the next day; and the Judge frowned. He deprecated politics. But when he went In the bank Cal Rice said something about it. Then the judge mildly and worriedly told his wife. Her eye brightened. Harlan should have a career in the state—certainly. But It was absurd to talk of It his first year out of school. But the next day Old Thud stopped her surrey to speak of It when she was shopping about the square. He had a Joking and yet defer ential patronizing for the Van Harts that always made the good lady detest him—as much as one may the richest man In the county—and the most ln fluentlal. (Continued next week.) The Sleep of Presidents. From the Pathfinder. President Wilson said when he first came to Washington that he proposed to get nine hours sleep every night or know the reason why. He has suc ceeded pretty well In doing this; some times he sleeps as long as 10 hours, and while he was laid up with a cold recently he took 11 or 12. The president Is one of those men who can throw oft fatigue or slight ailments by sleep, a faculty that has saved many a hard worked public man from breakdown. Judging by what is said by those surrounding him at the White House, he Is undoubtedly the hardest and best sleeper who ever slept in the bed of the chief executive. Neither of his Immediate predecessors, Taft or Roosevelt, was a long sleeper. They both were in the habit of going to bed late at night, or rather early in the morning, and of getting up not later than 7:30 or 8 o'clock. They were both very sound sleepers also, neither requiring more than seven or eight hours a night to keep him In good trim. Mr. Taft, however, had a habit not characteristic of Colonel Roosevelt, of taking a cat-nap at any hour of the day that he felt like it, no matter what his surroundings. Often he would go to sleep In his office chair after the day’s work was done, and those who traveled with him on the long trips he used to take, say that It was a mat ter of almost dally occurrence for him to go to sleep while sitting bolt up right in a chair in his private car. The Beet P un and the Worst. From the Boston Transcript. It is conceded In Washington that Dr. Frank W. Clark Is the most atrocious punster In America. The other night at the club a company was talking about puns. Somebody asked H. what was the best pun he had ever heard. H. replied: “That one about the duck—goes Into the water, you re member, for divers reasons, and comes out from sundry motives.” "And what do you think absolutely the worst?" “The next one that Clarke Is going to make." JUDGE GOT THE INFORMATION Remark of Prisoner Not Especially Complimentary, and There Ware No Further Questions. Mr. Justice Hawkins, whose name Is sot yet forgotten in Yorkshire, is the central figure tn the following Inci dent: In a murder case, counsel far the prosecution discerned the prisoner say something earnestly to the po llcoman in the deck. He demanded to know what the prisoner had said. The policeman said he would prefer net to repeat it. Bnt counsel was obdrute, and the judge supported his demand. "I would rather not, your lordship. It was—’’ stuttered the officer, getting red. "NeTer mind what you would rather not do. Inform the court what the prisoner said.” “He asked me. your lordship, who that hoary heathen with the sheepskin was, as he had often seen him at the race course.” "That will do,” said his lordship. "Proceed with the case.”—London Tid Blta. ECZEMA SPREAD OVER BODY Roxbury, Ohio.—“When my little boy was two weeks old he began breaking out on hlB checks. The eczema began just with pimples and they seemed to Itch so badly he would scratch his face an’d cause a matter to run. Wherever that matter would touch It would cause another pimplo until It spread all over his body. It caused disfigurement while it lasted. He had fifteen places on one arm and his head had several. The deepest places on his cheeks were ns large os a sil ver dollar on each side. He was so restless at night we had to put mit tens on him to keep him from scratch ing them with his finger nails. If he got a little too warm at night It seemed to hurt badly. “We tried a treatment and he didn't get any better. He had the eczema about three weeks when we began using Cutlcura Soap and Ointment. I bathed him at night with the Cutlcura 6oap and spread the Cutlcura Oint ment on and the eczema left." (Signed) Mrs. John White, Mar. 19, 1913. Cutlcura Soap and Ointment sold throughout the world. Sample of each free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post card "Cutlcura. Dept. 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