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But now I can work ail day, sleep well at night, eat anything I want, have no hot flashes or weak, nervous spells. All pains, aches, fears and dreads are gcna, my house, children and husband areino longer neglected, as I am almost entirely free of the bad symptoms I had before taking your remedies, and all is fteaaure and happiness in my homo. Mm. Jocte Ham, R. F. D. 1, Box 22, Shamrock, Missouri. If you want special advice write bplU E. Pinkham Medicine Co., (nonAden Llai) Lynn, Mass. Ih the first three months of this year there were 460 arrests for drunk enness in Cincinnati. Dr. PUree’i) Pellets, small, sugar-coated, Seer to take a» candy, regulate and invig Ints stomach, liver and bowels and cure eoaurtipation. Adv. Naturally. "That orator is going on a comet hhe course of lecturing." “Yes. and with a special train.’’ Appropriate. "Where do you suppose Is the best place to give one of these dancing teasT" “I should suppose on some coffee grounds.” Declined With Thanks. “1 hear that Spragg, the editor, Is «sttln« very absent minded." “1 should say he is. Why, the other day he returned his tailor’s bill with a refection slip Inclosed.”—Boston Dally <Hobe. On Australian Stamps. The Kookaburra, which 1b to figure em the new Australian stamps, ie a ktad at laughing Jackass of the klng flsher tribe, and about the size of a now. Be Kills snakes, Is an optimist by nature, laughing at sunrise and — Environment The Mexican student was watching Ms lint northern football game. It held his Interest firmly. His face grew Mushed, his arms were flung out, he ■heatsd. hoarsely. T>0 you call this a game?” he ■died of the man at his right TMie," was the reply. “What would worn call It?” "la my country," said the stranger ftuui across the border, "we would call jM a seren-day pitched battle!" Toastie Flavour A Winner Every day many are finding oat that Post Toasties ■re different from other “ready to eat” foods. It’s in the Toasties are carefully cooked bits of choicest Indian corn toasted to an appetizing, golden-brown crispness. Care and time in toasting ■nd the delicate flavoring make this crisp corn-food de lightful. Poat Toasties—ready to eat direct from the sealed package, with cream and sugar to taste. —sold by Grocers. 1 A Romance of Maonliiiaiy Distinction The Marshal A?yMary Raymond Shipman Andrews A^hor The Perfect Tribute, eta Copyright, The Pobb*-Merrill Compxry, CHAPTER II (Continued). On an afternoon in July In the year of 1820, Francois, being 10 years old and a dreamer, came alone through the gate and sat down with his short legs dang ling'over an ancient wall, 16 feet sheer down. He sat there, quite comfortable and secure, and kicked his heels, and thought of his brilliant future, and also of the story of the great dog and the treasure. This ruin, the ancient chateau of Vieques, had a legend. Each child of the village knew It beforo he could remember how—it had been so with all of them always—grandfathers had heard It from grandfathers for hundreds of years. The tradition ran that ages back, in the time of Caesar, 60 years after Christ, a Roman gov ernor In this Gallic province had built a formidable castlo on this hill out side the village—''Vlcus," the Romans called it simply, "the village"—and "Vlcus," changed to "Vieques," it has stayed. The castle had great granaries to hold the grain which the governor tortured from the peasants and sent to Rome to sell. This little "vicus” was on the main road to Rome, which made it convenient for the governor. So he grow rich by oppression, and the gold wrung from the people he piled in cellars deep In his castle. When it came to be a great amount he sent far to the north and got a huge dog, and this dog ho trained to a terrible fierceness, so that any one coming near him in the long underground corridors where he guided the treasure was sure to be town in pieces, except always the governor. The governor knew well that the people hated him, even those closest to him, and this savage beast was his only friend, and his reliance. For years things went on in this way, the governor grinding the peasants, and the giant dog guarding him and his treasure, till at last there came a thunderbolt—the governor was sent for the riches which he had kept from the emperor. He had to go, but ho left the dog In charge, and the night after he was gone the peasantry gathered and set fire to the chateau and burned It to the ground, and the dog and the treas ure were burned In It, and thore they are to this day. The people of Vieques believe that If r. man will go to dig for that treasure and will stay till midnight that at 12 exactly a colossal dog will rise from the ruined stones and come, breathing flames; In his mouth will be the key of the treasure vault, and back of him will stand the ghost of the Itoman governor wrapped In white, his face covered. And if the man will be bold enough to take the key from the flaming mouth, then dog and governor will vanish In a clap of thunder, and In front of the daring one will rise the door of the treasure vault and he may turn the key and go In and help him self. The people of Vieques believe this because the grandfathers have known from the grandfathers how there were men In old times braver than common who stayed till midnight In the ruins and saw the dog and the ghost—but none brave enough ever to take the key from the dog’s mouth. The child Francois, his heels hanging over the drop of the ancient wail, the shadows of a large chestnut tree playing back and forth across his lit tle figure and ucross the broken piles of grass-grown stones which had been the castle granaries, revolved this tale in his mind. The picture of the huge dog breathing fire and that ghostly vision of the pitiless governor, white, face-covered, dimly outlined In the shadows, gave the boy a thrill of agreeable horror, but not a thrill of fear. Fear has been, those who knew him said, left out of this lad. ‘‘He does not think of himself,” said the grandmother proudly, "so he can not fea ■ for himself." Francois considered, and, feeling no fear In his soul, decided that he was the man destined to take the key out of the dog's mouth and get the treasure, which he would at once transfer Intact to his mother. He had no need for treasure; there were things more Im portant. It was for him to become a marshal of France. Napoleon had said so; It must be so; but he should like, on the way to this goal, to face the dog and take the key and give his mother the treasure. He knew she would like It, for he had heard her say to his father only yesterday, "Ah, Francois, If we had a little more silver we could do that!" It would be pleasant to arrange that for his mother, nnd shortly after to become a marshal of France. In the gaiety of the thought, and feeling both ambitions all but ac complished by his decision, he lifted himself on the palms of his hands and kicked out lightly over the abyss. As he klckod there was a sudden strong grip on his shoulder; he was Jerked Konliiiiotv) r. >wl rollorl i t. __.... "Are you tired of life at tills age then?” a strident voice demanded, and Francois lay on his back and regarded, wondering, at east, the bronzed lined face of a big man standing over him. The, two stared, and then: "You be lieve yourself to be an eagle, and you are on the point of flying? Is that it?" The abrupt virile voice threw the questions at him, and Francois smiled sunnily. He knew this to be sarcasm, though he did not know that name for It, and from the sweet soundness of his soul the arrow of sarcasm slid off al ways as a glancing brightness and left no poison. Francois smiled: then laugher with assurance of the other's friendliness up into the strange man's face. He got to his feet and stood. "No m'sleur," he said, “I did not think myself an eagle. I was only pleased at thinking what I am going to be some day. Something much better than an eagle," and he nodded with a confi dence In the stranger's sympathy. "Ah!” The deep strong voice seemed to be fired like a cannon shot from the ambush of the bristling mustache. "Great things are likely to happen to you. It seems then, you small peasunt. Is it permitted to ask what magnifi cence it is that you are to be?” •‘Certainly it is permitted, m'sleur," Francois answered in his courageous, courteous way. I am one day to be a marshal of France, m'sieu." Tho man, big. soldierly, aggressive, and the little peasant boy, gentle, hum bly clad, unafraid, faced each other a minute in silence, each interested sim ply in the other as in a new experi ence. each unconscious of himself and the other's interest. Then. “Ah!" the man said again. “It Is a good business which you have hon ored by your choice. \rou are without doubt a close friend of his gracious majesty. King Louis XVTL1, our ruler?” j "No. m'sieu." little Francois hastened j to set him right. "I am not of that j party, m'sleur. Me, I am Bonapartist. ! I shall one day be a ‘marshal of France ] I under another Bonaparte.' ” The lad's largo eyes lifted and his gaze floated away across the afternon landscape as he quoted In a lowered voice the words which the emperor had spoken over him. The stranger watched him, aston ished, and then he laid his hand on the slim shoulder In Its homespun blouse, and his grave voice was gentle. "My child, be careful how you say words like those; you may get your father In to trouble. It Is a good belief to keep In one's heart, and you and I may yet shout 'Vive l’Empereur’ for a Napole on again. Yes, and you may be mar shal—who knows? But keep your tongue Inside your teeth, boy; now Is not the time to talk. And do not hang over old walls when the kicking lit Is on you, else we shall have one great man less In the world shortly. I must go on. Good day, my friend, the mar shal.” And Francois, as ho had been taught, put his heels together and made a low' bow, and answered quite simply, "Good day. m'sleur." CHAPTER IIL | WITHOUT FEAR. The gilder was at work gilding the great hall on top of the church stee ple. Every 20 years this had to be done, and It was an event In the vil lage. It was said that It cost much money; there were rumors that It cost as much as 1,000 francs. The gilder knew, of course, and the cure knew, but neither of them told. Moreover, it was dangerous, and, like all dangers, fas cinating. The boys of Vieques stood In groups In the street with their heads bent back, patching the tiny figure of a man that crept up an Invisible ladder far In the air, lashed to the side of tho steeple. Up and up It went, like a fly, crawling on the fleehe, and there was a sinking feei ng In each boy's stomach which was delightful, to think how at any moment that creeping black spot, which was the --•* *• *“.11 uv/u, uuwu, illiu UO lashed to pieces. They wished no ill to the glider, who was a stranger not their village, nevertheless it would He a proud thing to say they had seen nlm killed. Life and suffering mean nothing to a boy, but an event Is a Pleasure. Many of the girls turned uvay their heads and cried out, "I can't look; I'm afraid he will be killed." And it this the boys felt superior, because they were not afraid but rather hopeful Hf a catastrophe. There are points of inference between boys and girls. Francois however did not think about the gilder at all. yet his mind was on the gliding of the ball every minute of the day. Ho wished earnestly, pas sionately, to crawl up that ladder and no himself that fly against the fleche. tie felt that he could not possibly go nn living with self respect, that feat Delng unaccomplished. He was a good lad and an obedient one normally, and tie knew that his father and mother would forbid such an attempt with hor ror, but that counted for nothing • igainst the strength of his desire. It was a possession, an obsession; the thought drew him as martyrdom draws i fanatic. Three days he watched the work, standing with the other boys, all :heir dark little heads bent back as ;helr eyes followed the Invisible brush which was noiselessly, slowly turning the dull surface of the ball Into a golden amp, hung on the blue sky. The boys talked among themselves about It. “When I am a man I shall do such vork." Achill-Dufour announced In a Hold voice. "Probably I shall be up Ihere some day where the gilder Is now, and all of you down below watch ng me." And the other Jeered frankly. "You —you who fall over a fence.—you ln leed! said his cousin Henri scorn ully. “But as for me, X would not be ifrald to climb up there today," and it that there was a chorus of protest. "Who was It. tell me. who was afraid !o climb the flagpole by the church’’ Who was that boy, Henri DufourT’ lamanded Pierrot Tremblay, and the Jtubryo Frenchmen Joined in a sar aatic "Ah!" and pointed grimy Angers it the mortified Henri. “That's nothing," Henri threw back sulkily. "And I was not the only one ivho was afraid. I offered to climb the , pole, and was afraid after—but none Hf the others even offered. And It was no great shame to me. for it Is dan gerous to climb that pole. It Is 20 feet to the cross bars, and beyond that It Is 50 feet yet to the small cross bars at the top—It Is very high in the air 70 feot. Only Francois Beaupre of all the village has yet climbed that flag pole, and all the world knows that Francois Is different. His stomach Is different; .he has no fear of things. In side him—-Francois." There was amurmur of assent, and the hero put a friendly hand on the shoulder of the discredited Dufour. "It’s nothing," he agreed. "It's only that I am born different. I do not feel Inside mv stomach that thing which you say Is being afraid. I do not know that feeling, so It Is easy. It was not much for me to climb the pole; it was lust that I could do It." And the boys, seeing their honor saved, agreed heartily. "All the same," Achille Oufour sug gested ungratefully, "Francois would not dare climb that ladder to the ball. DurA vnu ?” The great brown eyes of Francois turned about the group; the boys waited eagerly for his answer. If he dared It was almost as If they should all do It; It was always this one who led Into the dangerous places; always this one who went a bit further when tho others' courage failed; they ex plained It pleasantly by that fortunate lack In Francois' Inside mechanism which produced In the others the dis comfort called fear, hindering bold deeds. ''He has no judgment. Francois; therefore, he fears nothing,’’ they some times put the case. Hut the fact remained that he was afraid of nothing. Tho boys waited a minute, eyes and mouths stretched, and at length came the decision. "I dare,” said Francois. Then the dark heads came together In an un easy mass, and there was whispering. At the dinner hour that day several mothers of the village remarked that their small lads were restless, not In tent as usual on the black bread and the soup of chopped vegetables and the green beans—all anxious to finish and get away. Only the mother of Fran cois, however, reasoned from this that mischief was brewing. When the slim, wiry iitle figure slipped from the table and out through the open door, she rose and followed and stood in the great entry watching him race across the field toward the church. But at that moment the baby cried' and she turnea back into the house, and when she looked asdin the boy had disappeared. Yet it was on her mind that something would happen, and from time to time she left her work and went to the dborway and shaded her eyes, looking Yor her little lad. Alofinwhile Francois had veerefl but once In his straight path—to turn to the Philpoteanx cot tage, where the glider lodged while In Vieques. "How soon will one be at work up there again?" he asked through the window of Auguste Philpoteaux, sitting at his dinner, and the man answered good naturedly, enjoying the publicity which made him the most interesting person of the village. "It may be in half an hour, my boy. Not sooner.” And Francois raced on. By this time a boy here and a boy there had stolen from their dinner tables and were gathering in groups down the street, but the elders paid no attention. Francois disappeared into the church; the boys began to grow breathless. "It will take some minutes for the stairs," one said, and they waited. Two minutes, three, perhaps five; something rose out of the trap door leading to the platform from which the steeple sprang —a figure, looking very small so far up above them. Instantly it attached Itself, like a crawling fly, lo the side of the steeple; It moved upward. Henri Dufour, below In the street, jumped as a hand gripped his arm. He looked up frightened at La Claire. “Is that mv Francois?" she demanded sternly, but the boy did not need to answer. With that, by degrees people came from the cotages as at some mys terious warning and stood silent, afraid to breathe. watching the little figure creeping up, up the dizzy narrowing peak of the church steeple. A rider galloped down the road; seeing the groups, he pulled In his bay horse and his eves followed the upward glance of the whole vil lage. In spite of the distance, one could tell that it was a child’s, not a man’s figure, glued against the fleche, almost now at the top. "Who is it?” he flung at the nearest knot of peasants; his voice was abrupt and commanding. The men pulled off their caps and one answered respectfully: "It is lit tle Francois Beaupre, my seigneur; it is a child who has no fear; he Is almost at the top, but we dread It when he descends. It Is dangerous to descend. Yet the child Is ,ot afraid we hope he will come down and In that case Ills mother should most cer tainly give him the stick.” “Mon Dieul ” the man on horseback growled. “If he looks down he is lost; the lad is a born hero or a born luna tic.’’ The crawling spot up there showed .. . ~ BU“U6111 CLKU.1I10L LUO HOW Hiding of the ball. It stopped; the blot was fixed for a second; another second. From the crowd rose gasps ind excited broken sentences. “He has the vertigo. He is lost!” A man spoke that plainly and Henri Dufour felt Claire’s fingers on his arm loosen as If life had gone out of them. \ strange sound came from her lips, but the boy did not stir his eyes from :he church steeple. In the stillness he beard a woman yards away whisper is If to herself: "He will fall now—at this moment." And the dark blot clung against the Hiding. Then suddenly It moved, be ?an to make a slow way downward, ind a long sigh, like a ripple on water, an through the ranks of the people. Mo one spoke; all the eyes watched :he little figure slip down, down the anseen ladder in the air. At last it was at the bottom; it disappeared in :o the trap door. Every ono began to :alk volubly at once; a woman cried !or joy, then a child spoke in a high mice. “See,” she said shrilly, “the mother if Francois goes to meet him.” I>a Claire was far down the street. Hiding toward that church door which was under the steeple. As she reached t the little lad came out his face lushed, his eyes shining with excite ment and triumph. She took bis hand silently, hardly looking at him, and :urned so, quietly, without a word of slther joy or reproof, her face impas dve. She had got her boy again from :ho dead, it seemed to Claire, and :hose first moments were beyond words or embraces. To touch his warm hand was enough. The man on :he bay horse, trotting slowly along, saw the meeting. “It is a woman out of the common, :hat one,” he spoke aloud. “She rules berself and the boy.” And the boy looked up as he came and smiled and Lugged at his cap with the hand which bis mother did net hold. “Good morning, M’sleur,” he said with friendliness, and the rider stared. (Continued next week.) Cheapening Passion. Katharine F. Gerould, In the Atlantic. There was a great deal more sex, in its jubtler manifestations, in the old novels ind plays, than In the new ones. Not so ong ago, a novel was a love-story; and t was of supreme Importance to a hero whether or not he could make the heroine •are for him. It was also of supreme Im portance to the heroine. The romance was all founded on sex; and yet sex was lardly mentioned. Our heroes and hero nes still marry; but when they consider jex at all, they are apt to consider it Dlologically. not romantically. We, aa a public, are more frankly interested in sex :han ever; but we think of it objectively, ind a little brutally, in terms of demand ind supply. And so we get often the pathetic spectacle of the hero and hero ne having no time to make love to each nher in the good old-fashioned way, be muse they are so busy suppressing the red-light district and compiling statistics )f disease. Much of the frankness, doubt less, is a good thing; but beyond a doubt, t has cheapened passion. For passion imong civilized people is a subtle thing; t is wrapped about with dreams and magtuings; and can bring human beings to salvation as well as to perdition. Hut when it is shown to us as the mere prov ince of courtesans, small wonder that we turn from it to the hero who will have dif ficulty In feeling or inspiring it. Especially 3ince we are told, at the same time, that 3ven the courtesan plies her trade only from direst necessity. Jersey City's Prize Baby. From the Woman’s Home Companion. The following extract from the report contains an account of the winner of Jer sey City's contest: "The name of its 100 per cent baby was Edward Dean, at least that was what the good nurses at the baby clinic had called him. Father he had none. His mother had vanished In the flotsam and Jetsam of .‘lty li^e. He was a mere waif, pinched, wan. weepy, when the nurses undertook his regeneration by scientific care. He was placed under a strict regime, regular Siet, regular sleep In fresh air. He was weighed and measured at regular Inter vals. And he was transformed Into a per fectly proportioned and nourished baby. Thu nurses entered him In the better babies contest conducted by the Jersey Hity board of health and the Woman’s Home Companion. Edward rolled up a score of 100 per cent Mothers were amazed *t the standing of this unmothered baby. Doctors saw In it the triumph of intelli gent care. Newspapers wrote him up, The Itory reached a home where empty arms yearned for a baby Edward has gone to fill those arms. He hns a mother, a fath er. a home—and a new name—all because Jersey City held a better babies contest.’* Three Chinese provinces have a to tal of 126,303,013 uncultivated acres. Sweden in 1912 bought 5^6,000 worth of cash registers In the United State*. CHUMS OF EMPEROR ALL COME TO GRIEF financial Collapse of Germai Princes’ Trust Follows Wall Street Stunt. The great German “princes’ trust,* consisting of the kaiser’s chum, Prince Max Egon zu Furstenberg, and his ma jesty’s kinsman, Prince Christian Kraft zu Hohenlohe, has collapsed. Formed seven years ago in an at tempt to copy the American communi ty of interests idea and introduce the methods of high finance into Germany, the concern has finally come to grief. Its checkered career has cost its pro moters and stockholders tens of mil lions of marks. The princely partners have now parted company, half a doz en of their properties are in liquida tion. control of the rest has been taker from them, and under the supervision of the Deutsche bank a belated attempt be made to save from the wreck such values as still are capable of res cue. Greatest of German Fiascos. The princes' trust will live in Ger man economic history as the biggest fiasco of the age. It is a source of gen eral congratulation that the end has come so soon. If it had been postponed a crash was inevitable, which would have shaken the entire German finan cial and commercial fabric to the roots. The princes ramifications were wide spread. their companies were getting into deeper water from hour to hour, more and more outside interests were being dragged in as the trust’s diffi culties increased, and matters were rap idly shaping for a crisis -when the Deutsche bank, which had gradually gotten the leading strings into its own hands, called a halt. Utter ruin for all concerned would otherwise have been the ultimate result. The moral, which the public in gen ®ral and doubtless Princes Fursten berg and Hohenlohe themselves—have drawn from the fate of the trust is that princes, like cobblers, should stick to their trade. Both the princes proved hopelessly amateurish and dilettante In their effort to play the role of mon ey kings. Neither Prince Quite “Broke.” They essayed to work out a scheme which would have taxed the ingenuity of a Morgan. Hill, or Rockefeller. When they applied to it the energies and ex perience of men raised as princes, of ficers and courtiers, the result was in evitable and glittering failure. Neither Furstenberg nor Hohenlohe emerges from the wrreck quite “broke.” They still possess vast properties, though their interest in them is nrnh. aDiy more In the nature of equities than ownership, as they have been bor rowing for years right and left to se cure cash with which to manipulate their farflung enterprises. The hereditary owners of large es tates in Germany, Austria, and Hun gary, consisting mainly of lands and forests, Prince Furstenberg and Hohen lohe in 1907 conceived the idea of con verting their assets into properties of a more commercial character. They were also ambitious to dominate the German money market on Wall street lines. They invested in lignite and pot a®h mines, tin works, breweries, steam ship lines, foreign banks, gambling and sanatorium concessions in islands of the sea, omnibus systems in the cities, de luxe hotels, departments stores, real estate and building concerns, and half a dozen other nondescrip ventures. New companies were organized, then wa^fred» and wholesale speculation with a view to acquiring control of bond and share issues set in. Few of the trust’s enterprises turned out to be profitmakers. Most of them, in con sequence of incapable management and frenzied finance, went steadily from bad to worse. Beforo the combination was many years old it became painfully evident that it was headed straight for dis aster. The desperate point to which the princes were reduced was indicated last winter, when both Furstenberg and Hohenlohe were compelled to mort gage parcels of .'■heir ancestral estates as security for public loans, raised to meet back interest obligations Insist ently demanded by banks. Prince Furstenberg has continued to live the life of a debonair and carefree cavalier. His annual entertainment of his pal, the kaiser, at the wonderful black forest estate of Donau-Eschingen only a few months ago was not de signed to indicate to a man up a tree that the royal host was desperately Bhort of ready cash. The more captious critics of the princes’ trust make no bones about saying that the heavy and constant de mands on Furstenberg's pocket in or der to permit him to play commensur ately the expensive role of the Ger man emperor’s best friend, had as much to do as any thing with the prince’s chronic hardupness. Others will tell you that Emperor William himself has paid dearly for his in timacy with “Maxi,” as it is thought the kaiser invested heavily in shares cf the princes’ companies and has lost correspondingly. Radio-Obscurity. From Engineering and Mining Journal. One of the striking properties of radium is the fogging of photogiaphlc plates by its emanations. Of equal rank with this, although we have not seen any lengthy mention of it, is a rapid fogging of governmental intellects, when confronted with radium problems. An example of this is found on page 794, in this week’s Journal on the re cently introduced Walsh bill, which provides that the government loses its rights over domestic radium ores when it refuses to purchase carload lots of radium ores of sufficient value to be merchantable. What is the dividing line between merchantable and unmerchantable? And what is the penalty against the private person or coropartion for dealing in unmerchantable ores? In other words, what happens if the government re fuses to buy what its representatives say are unmerchantable ores? Private enterprise might take a different view. Why say "merchantable” ore, anyway? And is the small miner who cannot produce in carload lots to have no rights? We consider that an investiga tion of the question of radio-obscurity in Washington would yield some in teresting results—we would almost say illuminating—but radio-obscurity, w* understand, denes illumination. At the next meeting of the New York section of the Mining and Metallurgical society, the subject of discussion will be radium. Some common sense about this interesting and political element will doubtless be unfolded. It would be a good plan if the congressional com mittee on mines and mining should be invited to attend. Some Mistake. "What name are you calling?” asked the telephone girl over the wire. "McCohen,” the customer answered ”1 beg pardon?” asked the girl. The man repeated it. The wire was silent for a moment, then the girl said: “Wait a moment, vlease. I think the wires are crossed." CANADA’S PLACE AS A PRODUCER Canada Is Getting a Great Many Americans. "Three young provinces, Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Alberta,” says a New York financial journal, "have al ready made Winnipeg one of the great est primary wheat markets of the world. In 1904 they raised 68,000,000 bushels of wheat. Five years later they produced 160,000,000 bushels. In 1913 the crop approximated 200,000, 000 bushels. At the present rate of progress Canada must soon pass France and India, and stand third in the line of wheat producers. Ulti mately it will dispute with Russia and the United States for the first position. Wheat has been the pioneer of our development. Undoubtedly it will prove the same with Canada. In the last calendar year our trade with Can ada amounted to 497 million dollars. Only with two countries—the United Kingdom and Germany—is our trade greater. No vivid Imagination is needed to see what the future devel opment of Canada means to the people of the United States. The influx of American settlers to the Canadian prairies is now in full swing. Within the past few days over 80 of those arrived at Bassano carrying with them effects and capital to the value of 5100,000. Fifty settlers from Oregon arrived in Alberta a few days ago; while 15 families of settlers from the state of Colorado arrived at Calgary on their Journey northwards. The goods and personal effects of this party filled 20 box cars. Of live stock alone they had 175 horses, 15 cows and 2,000 head of poultry. Another class of settler has arrived at Peers, 110 miles west of Edmonton, where no fewer than 200 German farmers have taken up land. These are from good farming families and brought with them a large amount of capital. Then in South Western Saskatche wan, there are large numbers settling, these from the United States 'predomi nating, while in the northern and cen tral portions of all these provinces, the settlement of new people is going on steadily. Early in April. Peter -~~ .IX vaium auci cl S1A day journey from McPherson, Kansas. Mr. Goertz who had purchased land here was In charge of a party of 33 people from the same part of Kansas and they came through with a special train which included alt their stock and implements. The equipment was all Iicck Island cars, and was the first full immigrant train ever sent out by that railroad. The farms purchased by the members of the party are amongst the best in the district. When the Panama exposition opens next year any of the three transcon tinental lines in Canada will make convenient means of transport for those going to visit, and in doing so agricultural districts of Western Canada can be seen, and ocular dem onstration given those who have heard but not before seen, of that which has attracted so many hundreds of thou sands of American settlers.—Adver tisement. Prudent Youth. A young society woman was having a chat one evening with a young man whom she had Just met. They were in the conservatory. "Which do you admire the greater,” inquired the young belle, "black eyes or blue?” “Well, realiy, replied the young fel low, slowly, "the light is so dim here I can’t say Just now.”—Monthly Maga zine. Results Wanted. “Who Is that young man that calls on you, daughter?” "A budding poet, father.” "Well, tell him to come around when he has blossomed and is able to show the fruit of his labors.” Cigar-Box Heroes. The Leading Opinion Holder (tear ing his hair)—I can’t for the life of me remember the name of that latest Mexican bandit! What in the world !s It? The Smart Office Boy—Say, th’ fore man has got a lot o’ slugs in old cigar boxes In ae composin’ room. I’ll just run up an’ copy a few names from de boxes for you.—Cleveland Plain Deal er. First Appearance. “The craze for the stage Is what makes all the trouble,’’ said Mr. Growcher. "That’s a rather general statement.” “It’s true. The sorrows of the hu man race started in the Garden of Eden when Eve undertook to give a performance as a snake charmer.” Plumed. Neighbor—Tommy, how I3 your lit tle brother? Tommy—He’s been ostracized. Neighbor—Ostracized? Tommy—Yes, mam, he went to th9 zoo Sunday and an ostrich pecked him. Palpable Proof. “Scientists say that anger causes sugar in the blood,” remarked his wife. “I believe it, my dear. You always seem sweeter when we make up after a fight.” Beginning Young. Mrs. Grammercy—Do you think she’s bringing up her daughter right! Mrs. Park—Id deed she is, my dear! She gave the little thing a stuffed bull dog to play with Instead of a doll.— Judge.