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FROM K MI'S CROP RE PAIR FOR HIS UND 1 WESTERN CANADA Remarkable as are the reports of the yields of wheat in Western Canada, the marketing of which is now under way, they are none the more interest ing than are those that are vouched for as to the value of this grain crop to the farmers of that country. Some months ago the Department of the Interior, at Ottawa, Canada, wrote to those in the United States who were owners of land in Western Canada that was not producing, ad vising that it be put under crop. The high prices of grain and their probable j continuance for some years should | be taken advantage of. Cattle and all the produce of the farm commanded good figures, and the opportunity to feed the world was great, while the profits were simply alarming. The Department suggested that money could be made out of these idle lands, lands that could produce anywhere from 25 to 65 bushels of wheat per acre. A number took advantage of the suggestion. One of these was an Illinois farmer. He owned a large quantity of land near Culross, Mani toba. He decided to put one thousand acres of it under wheat. His own story, written to Mr. C. J. Broughton, Canadian Gqvernment Agent at Chi casro. is “I had 1,000 acres in wheat near Culross, Manitoba. I threshed 34,000 bushels, being an average of 34 bush els to the acre. Last Spring I sold my foreman, Mr. F. L. Hill, 240 acres of land for $9,000, or $37.50 per acre. He had saved up about $1,000, which he could buy seed with, and have the land harrowed, drilled and harvested, and put in stook or shock. ~ “As a first payment I was to take all the crops raised. When he threshed he had 8,300 bushels of wheat, which is worth in all $1.00 per bushel, thereby paying for all the land that was in wheat and more, too, there being only 200 acres in crop. If the 240 acres bad all been in wheat be could have paid for it all and had money left.” That is a story that will need no corroboration in this year when, no matter which way you turn, you learn of farmers who had even higher yields than these. G. E. Davidson of Manitou, Manito ba, had 3G acres of breaking and 14 acres older land. He got 2,ISO bush els of wheat, over 43 bushels per acre. Walter Tukner of Darlingford. Man itoba, had 3,514 bushels off a 60 acre field, or over 5Sy2 bushels per acre. Forty acre3 was breaking and 20 acres summer fallow. Wm. Sharp, formerly Member of Parliament for Lisgar, Manitoba, had SO acres of wheat on his farm near Manitou, Manitoba, that went 53 bush els per acre. One of the most remarkable yields in this old settled portion of Manitoba was that of P. Scharf of Manitou. who threshed from 15 acres the phenom enal yield of 73 bushels per acre. These reports are but from one dis trict, and when it is known that from almost any district in a grain belt of 30,000 square miles, yields while not as large generally as these quoted, but in many cases as good, is it any wonder that Canada is holding its head high in the air in its conquering career as the high wheat yielder of the continent? When it is pointed out that there are millions of acres of the same quality of laud that has pro duced these yields, yet unbroken, and may be had for filing upon them as a homestead, or in some cases may be purchased at from $12 to $30 an acre lrom railway companies or private land companies, it is felt that the op portunity to take part in this marvel ous production should be taken ad vantage of by those living on land much higher in price, and yielding infinitely less.—Advertisement. Didn’t Need the Ball. Two neighboring football clubs hac been drawn together. 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Them is only one "Etomo Quinine." E. \V. GROVE'S signature on box. aic. It's easier to get people to taka your advice than to make them use it The future is what we hoped the past might have been, but wasn't j CHAPTER IX—(Continued.) "There can be only one inference,” he said. "The dead man is not bleed ing—the cord did not cut the flesh. The blood, then, must have come from the murderer. He must have been in jured in some way—bleeding profusely. Look at this handkerchief—it is fairly soaked." I am sure that, at that instant, the same thought was in Godfrey's mind which flashed through mine, for our eyes met, and there was a shadow in his which I knew my own reflected. Then I glanced at Hinman. He was looking at the handkerchief thought fully, his lips tightly closed. I could guess what he was thinking, but he said nothing. Goldberger laid the handkerchief on the table, at last, and turned back to the body. He bent close about it, ex amining the blood spots, and when he stood erect again there was in his face a strange excitement. "Lend me your glass, Simmonds," he said, and when Simmonds handed him a small pocket magnifying glass, ho unfolded it and bent above the stains again, scrutinizing each in turn. At last he closed the glass with an em phatic little snap. "This case isn’t go ing to be so difficult, after all,” he said. “Those spots are linger prints.” With an exclamation of astonish ment, Simmonds took the glass and t A it 11111111 tiltJ BUlltlS, tlicn 11C uauuwu it to Godfrey, wlio finally passed it on to me. Looking through it. I saw that Goldberger was right. The stains had been made by human fingers. Most of them were mere smudges, but here and there was one on which faint linos could be dimly traced. “They're plenty clear enough for our purpose," said Goldberger; “besides they will come out much clearer in photographs. It’s lucky this stuff is so smooth and closely woven,” he ad ded, fingering a corner of the robe, “or we wouldn't have got even those. It’s as hard and fine as silk.” “How do you suppose those marks came there, Mr. Goldberger?” Godfrey asked, and there was in his tone a po lite scepticism which evidently an noyed the coroner. “Why, there’s only one way they could come there,” Goldberger ans wered impatiently. “They were put there by the murderer’s lingers as he drew the cord tight. Do you see any thing improbable in that?” “Only that it seems too good to be true," Godfrey answered, quietly, and Goldberger, after looking at him a mo ment, turned away with a shrug of the shoulders. “See if you can get the cord loose, Simmonds,” he said. The cord was in the form of a running noose, which had been knotted to hold it in place after being drawn tight. Al though it had not cut the flesh of the neck, it had sunk deeply into it, and Simmonds worked at the knot for some moments without result. I suspect his fingers were not quite as steady as they might have been; but it was evi dently an intricate knot. “That’s a new one on me,” he said, at last. “I can’t get it loose.” Godfrey bent close above it and looked at it. “It is a peculiar knot,” he agreed. “If you'll permit a suggestion, Mr. Goldberger, you’ll- cut the cord and leave the knot as it is. It may help us to find the man who made it.” “You’re light,” agreed Goldberger, promptly. "Cut the cord, Simmonds.” Simmonds got out his pocket knife, opened it and slipped the blade under th» cord. He looked at it a moment, and then handed it to Goldberger. The latter examined it carefully. "It’s stained with blood, too," he re marked. and passed it on to Godfrey. “It looks like curtain cord,” Godfrey said, and made a little tour of the room. “Ah!” he added, after a moment, fro mthe door opening into the grounds. “See here!” He was holding up the end of the cord by which the curtains covering the upper part of the double doors were controlled. "You were right, Mr. Coroner," he said, “in thinking that the murderer en tered by this door, for he stopped here and cut off a piece of this cord before going into the room.” “Then he must also have stopped to make it into a noose,” remarked Gold berger. "If he did that, he was cer tainly a cool customer. It's a wonder his victim didn't hear the noise he made.” .waiting a allot iso t a noisy opera tion,” Godfrey pointed out; "besides, tlie back of the chair was toward the door. And then, of course, it's possible his victim did hear him.” "But then he would have jumped from the chair,” objected Simmonds. “Not necessarily. Suppose you were sitting there, and heard a noise, and looked around and saw me standing here, you wouldn't jump from the chair, would you?" "No; I'd have no reason to Jump from you.” "Perhaps Vaughan thought he had no reason to jump from the man ho saw—if he saw anyone. I'm inclined to think, however, that he didn't suspect anyone else was in the room until he felt the cord about his throat." "And, of course," said Goldberger, taking the cord again and looking at it, "it was while the murderer was making it into a noose with ills blood stained fingers that lie stained it in that \\;ay. Don't you agree, Mr. God fre> ?” "That is a possible explanation," Godfrey conceded. "But why did be make tids second knot?" inquired the coroner; "the knot which holds the noose tight and pre vents it from slipping?" "If be hadn't knotted it like that he would have had to stand there holding it until ids victim was dead. As it was, lie didn’t have to wait.” I shivered a little at the thought of the scoundrel calmly tying the knot to secure Ids noose, and then leaving his vie tlm to twin ii his life out. "it’s no little trick to tie a knot like that." Godfrey added, thoughtfully. "I j should like to study it." "All right.” agreed Goldberger. "you can have it whenever you want it," and lie got a heavy manila envelope out of I Ids pocket and placed tile cord tare folly inside. "Now we must get that lobe off. We can't run any risk of having those finger prints smeared." It was a difficult fob and a revolt ing one. for trie body lmd stiffened into its huddled posture, but at last the | robe was lemoved and the body itself lying at full length on its back on til - ! touch. Seen thus, with the light fail i on it. tile lace was horrible, and Gold- ' linger laid hi“ handkerchief over the swollen and distorted features, while. ? at a sign from him, Slmmonds pulled dtAvn the portiere from the inner door and placed it over the body. Then the coroner picked up the rohe and held It out at arms’ length. "What kind of a freak dress Is this, anyway?” he asked. ■‘It's a robe,” said Godfrey. "Mr. Vaughan was a mystic.” ’A’ what?” "A mystic—a believer In Hinduism or some other Oriental religion.” "Did he dress this way nil the time?” ’’I believe so. It is probably the dress of his order.” Goldberger rolled the robe up care fully. and said nothing mope; but I could see from Ills expression that he had ceased to wonder why Vaughan had come to a strange and violent end. Surely anything might happen to a mystic! Then he placed the blood stained handkerchief In another envel ope. and finally put his hand in his ESCfcet and brought out halt a dozen cigars. “Now,” he said, “Iqi’a sit dawn and rest awhile. Sinunonqs tells me It was you who called him, Mr. Godfrey. How did you happen to discover ne crime?” The question was asked carelessly, but I could reel the alert mind behind it. 1 knew that Godfrey fell it, too, from the way in which ho told the story, for he told it carefully, and yet with an air at keeping nothing back. Of the mysterious light hp said noth ing. but, starting wiflh my finding of the letter and summoning Swain to receive it, told of the arrangements for the rendezvous, dwelling upon It lightly, as a love affair W'hich could have no connection with the tragedy. He passed on to lifg own aj-rival from the city, to Swain’s return from the rendezvous, and finally to the screams which had reached us, and to the dis covery we had made when we burst into the house. i summoned Dr. Hinman imme diately,” he added, "for Miss Vaughan seemed to be in a serious condition: then I called Simmonds, and suggested that he stop for you, Mr. Coroner, for I knew that the case would interest you. Dr. Hinman arrived perhaps half an hour ahead of you, and had Miss Vaughan put to bed at once. And I guess you know the rest," he con cluded. We had all listened intently. I was pretty sure that Bimmonds would make no inferences which Godfrey wished to avoid; but I feared the more pene trating mind of the coroner. His first question proved that I was right to do so. "Where is this man Swain?” he asked. "He was suffering from the shock,” said Godfrey,” and Lester and Dr. Hinman took him over to my place and put him to bed. That’s where they were when you got here.” “He seemed to be suffering from a slight concussion,” Hinman ex plained. “There was a swelling on one side of his head, ns though ^ome one had struck him, and the pppils of his eyes were unsymmetrical. He had also a cut on the wrist,” he added, after an instant’s hesitation. “Ah!” commented Goldberger, with a glance at Godfrey. “Had it been bleeding?” “He cut himself when crossing the wall,” Godfrey explained; "a mere scratch, but I believe it did bleed a good deal.” “Ah!” said Goldberger again; and then ho turned to the doctor. "Did I understand you to say that he went to sleep?" “He certainly did. I gave him a good strong opiate to make sure of it.” "Do you think he’ll sleep till morn ing?” "He’ll sleep nine or 10 hours, at least.” "Then that’s all right,” said Gold berger, and settled back in his chair again. “But didn’t anybody live in this house except that old man and his daughter? Aren’t there any servants?” “There must be some somewhere about,” answered Godfrey, to whom the question was addressed; “but Lester and I looked through the lower floor and part of the upper one and didn't find any. There’s a bell there by the door, but nobody answered when I rang. We didn’t have time to go all over the house. We did find one thing, though,” he added, as if by an after thought. “What was that?” “There’s an adept in one of the rooms upstairs." Goldberger sat up and stared at him. “An adept?” he repeated. “What’s that?” “An expert in mysticism. I Judge that Vaughan was his pupil.” “Do you mean he's a Hindu?” asked the coroner, as though that would ex plain everything. But Godfrey was having his revenge. "I don’t know whether lie’s a Hindu or not,” he said, airily. ”1 didn’t get a very good look at him.” "What was he doing?” Goldberger demanded. ’’He was just sitting there.” Again Goldberger stared at him, this time suspiciously. "But, good heavens, man!” he cried. “That was three or four hours ago! You don’t suppose he’s sitting there yet!" “Yes,” said Godfrey, drily, “I think he is.” Goldberger’s face flushed, and he sprang to his feet impatiently. "Show me the room,” he commanded. “Glad to," said Godfrey laconically, and led the way out into the hall. The whole crowd tailed along after him. As I rose to follow, I saw that the outside world was turning grey with the approaching dawn. The nurse, hearing our footsteps on the stairs, looked out in alarm, and hold up a warning finger. Godfrey paused for a word with her. "How is she?” he asked. "Sleeping quietly,” said the nurse; “but please don’t make any more noise than you can help." “\Ve won’t,” Godfrey promised, and crossed the hall to the door leading into the little entry. Then he paused and looked around at Goldberger. “Better go slow here,” he cautioned. "The adept has a pet cobra.” “A snake?” "The deadliest snake in the world.” Goldberger drew back a little, as did all the others. “I don’t think it will bite us, though,” added Godfrey, cheerfully, “if we don’t crowd it. It’s sitting there, too,” and he opened the outer door, passed through, and held back the curtain at the farther end. i was just behind Goldberger and i | Simmons, and I heard their gasp of ’ amazement, as they saw what lay be yond. t Tho scene had not changed In the slightest detail. Tho crystal sphere still , softly glowed, with Intangible shadows flitting across its surface; the adept still sat cross legged stating into Its depths; opposite hint, the cobra, its hood distended, swayed slowly to and fro. Hut as we stood there staring, a single delicate ray of sunlight coining through a pin holo In the curtained window, struck the sphere and seemed to extinguish It. The glow within it flickered and fluttered and finally van ished, and it hung there dull and grey. An instant later, the motionless figure raised its arms high in air, with a mo tion somehow familiar; then It got i slowly to Its feet, crossed to the win dow, drew back the curtain and flung wide the shutter. The sun was just peeping over the trees to tho east, and for a second its light blinded me. Then I saw the adept bowing low before it, his arms still extended. Once, twice, thrice he bowed, as before a deity, while wo ■ stood there staring. Then he turned slowly toward us. "Enter, friends,” he said calmly, "The peace of the Holy One be on you, and Ids love within your hearts!" CHAPTER X. THE WHITE PRIEST OF SIVA. The adept was an impressive figure as he stood there with the sun behind ' him, throwing a yellow nimbus around his head. The robe he wore was of a rich purple, and gave an added effect of height and dignity to a figure al ready tall. His hair was dark and crinkled Uke wind swept water, his complexion dark, but with an under blush of red in the cheeks. His lips were scarlet and his eyes coal black and of an arresting brilliance. The whole effect he gave was of trans cendent energy and magnetism, not did he show the slightest fatigue from hlS long vigil. His eyes swept our faces, ns we stood crowded there In the doorway. He did not seem surprised. If there was an expression in his face except courteous Inquiry, it was one of care fu*y suppressed amusement. ,!Enter, friends." he repeated. “What is it you desire?" His voice was rich and deep, and ha spoke with a peculiar intonation, but vmheut accent. It was something of a shock to hear the ordinary words of English speech csmlng from hie lips, for they seemed formed to utter prophecies In unknown tongues. G-oldberger took one step into tha room, and then stopped abruptly. Fol lowing his eyes, 1 saw that the cobra had also awakened from its trunce, and was regarding us steadily and hissing slightly. The adept smiled as he saw us shrink back. “Do not fear,!’ he said. “Come, Toto," and stepping across the room, he lifted the cobra In one hand and held It a moment close to him, gently stroking the distended hood. The snake curled itself about his arm and seemed to cuddle to him, but it kept its eyes fixed on us. I could not but smile at the in eongruity of its name. Toto was well enough for a French poodle, but for a cobra! After a moment, tne naept uitea tne lid of a round basket which stood on the floor near the divan, dropped tho snake gently Into it, and fastened down the lid. Then he clapped his hands softly, and an instant later the curtakis at the rear of the room parted and a strange figure appeared between them. It was the figure of a man, not over five feet tali and very thin. He was almost as dark as a full blooded negro, and the white burnoose whicli was thrown about his shoulders and covered him to jusf. below the hips, made him look even darker. His legs were bare and seemed to be nothing but skin and hone. Tho flat nosed face, with its full lips and prominent eyes, reminded me of an idol I had seen pictured somewhere. The newcomer bowed low before the adept, and, at a sign from him, picked up Toto's basket and disappeared with it through tho curtains. He had not even glanced in our direction. Tho adept turned back to us. "Now, friends/’ he said, "will you not enter?” Goldberger led the way Into the room and stopped to look about It. The walls were hung with black volvet, so ar ranged that windows and doors could be covered also, and the room was ab solutely devoid of furniture, save for a low, circular divan in the center of which stood the crystal sphere, sup ported, as I saw now, by a slender pedestal. “-I have a few questions to ask you,” began Goldberger at last, in a voice deferential despite himself. “Proceed, sir," said the adept, court eously. 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