FARMER'S GREAT
OPPORTUNITY
Demand for Canadian Cattle
After the War.
The opportunities that Western Can
ada offers to the farmer have time and
again been placed before the public
through these columns. The cheap
price at which the very best lands can
be purchased, and the advantage that
is to be had in securing one of the free
homesteads of 1G0 acres has appealed
to a great many, and they have em
braced them. Many, in fact most of
those who have done so are today giv
ing testimony to the good fortune and
the timely forethought that led them
to go to Western Canada, and embark
in an era of farming that has placed
them away beyond the pinch of want
ami given them reason to look into the
future with a hopefulness that they
had not had the courage in the past to
forecast.
Not only have they been able to se
cure good lands at low prices and on
easy terms but if they desire they
have been able to add to this 160 acres
of land free, on conditions that are
easy. A resident in the Lloydminster
district in Saskatchewan who had
been farming in the States for some
time, took up a homestead in 1910, and
commenced breaking with 4 oxen.
Two years ago he bought an adjoin
ing quarter section and now has over
100 acres under cultivation. He says.
"As my circumstances improved, I sold
the oxen and now have six head of
horses, twelve head of cattle, and have
always a bunch of hogs on hand.
“On an average I have had yields of
25 bushels of wheat, 65 bushels of oats,
and 40 bushels of barley to the acre,
and last season from a field of 28%
acres, I threshed 1,040 bushels of
wheat. I have made a success of
mixed farming and would have no hesi
tation in advising all who contemplate
making a new home to come to this
district. I sell cream to the Govern
ment Creamery here, and find at all
times a good market for live stock and
cthw produce.”
This is but a modest statement of
what a modest man can do in Western
Canada, and could be repeated of hun
dreds of others.
Scores of cases could be recited
where much more has been accom
plished. and it is believed that with
moderate investment at the present
tine, the cattle industry of Western
Cr "'I 'a will pay large interest.
The Minister of Agriculture of Sas
katchewan. in a recent address, ven
the prediction that the Sas
I • • he wan fe-mer who developed his
t—' '-'one the lines of general stock
1. "-n-iid make much more mon
f". •> 1 Otvd a far bigger return for his
hi ten years’ time than the
r” “ 1 o d^vetetl his energies purely
*.—-mori’y to P"aln raising. This
v-. ~ <hr> no—ir>g goklen age of oppor
t fn- th° stockman and it was up
la ?’••> Ciskat: hewan man to get in
f;n t’ e ground floor and prepare him
se" 'or the coming demand.
The close of the war would undoubt
ed’*• see a great demand for live stock
in Europe and it was only reasonable
to rnpnose (hat this demand would
have to be filled almost wholly by
American stockmen, both in Canada
and the United States. Europe was
slowly draining its rural districts not
only of it3 beef and dairy animals but
was also using the finer breeding ani
mals and the end of the war would
see a condition of affairs which would
render necessary almost the repopula
tion of the domestic animal kingdom
in that continent.
The opportunity of Western Cana
dian stockmen, therefore, lay in being
prepared for this demand when it
arose, in view of these facts which
must be patent to every student of
economic conditions as related to the
stock industry, he hoped to see within
the next three years the stock raising
industry in Saskatchewan given an im
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CHAPTER XXIV.—(Continued.)
They rode as swiftly as they could
ride noiselessly skirting the river,
woods, and heading for that spur of
chaparral beyond which they had left
the new horses on pasture and beyond
which an instinct told them they would
find the marauders if they had not al
ready gone on. So when they reached
that jutting woods they hitched Jess’
pony and made their further way with
extreme caution.
That they were not much if any too
late presently the faint odor of smoke
gave them assurance, the pungent,
sweet smoke of dried sassafras boughs,
and almost at the same moment the
sound of the clearing of a horse’s nos
trils came distinct upon the quiet night.
Ruck, well in the lead, fell back cau
tiously at the sudden glimpse of their
quarry, and the three men held a whis
pered conference. Hitching their horses,
they crept forward afoot through the
shadow of the trees.
Almost at right angles to the chap
arral grove ran the edge of the larger
woods just within whose shelter the
two men, with Jess and their tethered
horses, still lingered with a reckless
ness scarcely to be credited.
Though their fire burned low it
served to throw into a dim relief the
clustered group of horses and the three
figures more immediately about it, the
men standing, Jess sitting huddled on
the fallen trunk of a cottonwood tree.
The rumbling voices of the men
reached the listeners in the adjacent
grove. Evidently they argued, almost
quarreled. Once the girl lifted her head
and watched them. Apparently they
reached some decision, for the man
who was not Grange turned briskly and
started toward the horses further away.
Grange faced the crouching girl. They
could hear what he said to her.
"Swear to me, Jess, that you won’t
leave this spot ’fore mornin’, an’ we’ll
leave you loose. If you won’t swear,
you won't leave it nohow, but we’ll tie
you so you can’t.”
8
nearer.
"Were goin’ to put you on that
horse.” went on Buck, "an' give you a
runnin’ chance. 'Fore you's out of sight
ine an’ Perry’s goin' to draw on you an'
fire—just once each. If we pot you,
well an’ good; if not. you're free to go.
But listen to this. Bill Grange: If ever
after this you dare to show your thiev
in' face roun’ here you’ll die as sure as
hell holds fire. Untie him, V’erry.”
The man was whimpering, yet some
spark of hope, perhaps even of man*i
hood, kept his tongue from more*
craven supplication. With their backs
to the fire, their pistols ready in their
hands, the two men stood as Grange
clambered weakly on his horse.
“Now straight ahead,” commanded
Buck, “an’ fast as you can ride, Bill
Grange.”
The horse bounded forward under
jerk and jab of spurs, aittl had all but1
vanished in the gloom of, .The shadowy
plain when, sharply, two'Vhots rang out
as one and, the echo dying, left only
the distant pounding of flying hoofs to
break the heavy silence.
But not even that sound did Bill
Grange hear, lying in yet heavier si
lence on the plain, the slow blood ooz
ing from two deadly wounds.
CHAPTER XXV.
THEIR OWN.
That night's work ended the long
feud between the Loop and the Raccoon
River ranches. Each side had much
to forget and forgive, but there were
influences which made this forgetting
and forgiving easier, and it began the
next day when Earle Worthing rode
over to see Nance Cardross and insist
ed upon her listening to his counsel.
They were talking at Martin Kilrain’s
supper table about some of the more
immediate results of this action of
Worthing’s. Buck was once more a
guest at Kilrain's that night.
"For one thing. Buck,” said the fore
man, smiling, "Miss Cardross is gain’
to git rid of your friends, them sheep.”
"If they’d been wolves they couldn't
ha' bred more trouble,” replied Buck.
"Wolves they is in sheep's clothing."
Jess said nothing. She had been very
subdued all that day. She was unwont
edly gentle tonight.
"I’m goin' up to Worthing’s now,”
went on Kilrain. "I won’t be gone long,
Buck. Don't you hurry off.”
“No," said Buck, and his eyes sought
Jess.
The night was chill. On the open
hearth a wood fire burned in Kilrain's
sitting room. Before it Jess found her
self alone with Buck when Agnes had
gone into the kitchen.
It seemed to the girl that years had
passed since yesterday when she bad
sat in the woods thinking of her hap
piness. It seemed to Buck that he had
lived a lifetime since last he had been
in that room.
} ou didn’t bring your ’cordiun.
Buck,” said the girl.
His old smile twisted his mouth.
"No, Jess. I didn’t want to make you
put walls 'tween us tonight. ’Sides, it’s
sick, an’ a sick 'cordium ain’t cheerful
company.”
Jess smiled. It was a rather nervous
little smile.
“What's the matter with it. Buck?”
The young fellow looked at her, on
unconscious yearning growing in his
eyes.
"Reckon I’ve been complainin’ to it
too much!”
He took the long tongs from her
hands, their fingers meeting in the ac
tion. It was not the heat of the fire
that glowed in Buck’s veins as he shift
ed the logs and stood the tongs back
in the rack.
"Jess,” he said, facing her all at once,
"I can’t wait any longer for your love.
I can’t Jess!”
She stook beside him, looking down
at the leaping flames that made a
blurred sheet of gold before her eyes.
Her throat swelled to choking. Her
heart filled her with its tumultous
throbbing. She could not move for the
trembling that was upon her.
Buck spoke again, the quiver in his
low voice holding Jess breathless.
“It come to me last night as I rode
home through them woods, Jess, think-'
in’ harm had happened to you, that if
I found you safe, God would hold me'
a fool for not beggin’ you to be my
wife, even if you laughed at me again
for, when a man loves as I do, Jess—as
I love you—’tain’t only love, but life an’
death an’ heaven an' hell an' his own
soul, an* he ain't no man if he don't
speak out!"
She covered her face with her hands
glad, frightened, awed. In all bis knowl
edge of her Buck hud never seen Jess
break down. He bent his head to catch
her choking words.
"I ll never laugh at you again. I ain't
worth your love, Buck, but there ain’t
another man on earth that could ever
make me marry him now since yor
have spoke to me like that!”
A moment passed.
"Does you mean that, Jess?"
She took her hands from her face,
looking up into his eyes.
”1 mean, if you wants me, Buck, I
am yours—for life, for death—forever!”
His arms closed about her, her own
about his neck. In that moment of
their love's supremacy they forgot the
use of words.
fP UIJ TPMTA
"An1 we'll fix you so’s you can talk
as much as you is talkin' now," he add
ed, angrily. "Is you deaf as well as
dumb?"
Still Jess did not speak.
Grange growled an oath. He
stepped hack from the fire, stooped,
and took up a coil of rope. As he did
so the girl sprang forward, and as
he faced her she stood erect, the brand
ing rod, which had been lying near the
fire, clutched in her hand.
She spoke then in fearless anger and
contempt.
“If you come near me, you cur, I’ll
kill you," she cried. “What does you
know ’bout swearin’, you lyin’ thief!’’
The other man drew near again.
"In the name of all God’s devils," he
cried aloud, “air you still waitin’ here,
Grange?"
He seemed to fly into a sudden fury
of exasperation. He jerked the pistol
from its holster about his waist, and
the click of the trigger sounded clearly.
“Drap that brandin’ bar, gal,” he
shouted to Jess, "or, by God, I’ll drap
you."
It was then that Perry Green lifted
the restraining hand he had been hold
ing on Buck’s arm. There was a flash
and an echoing report from the chap
arral, and the man before Jess flung
wide his arms as he pitched forward,
the pistol he had held whirling against
the feet of the girl.
Instantly she stopped and seized it
and covered the astounded Grange.
“Now come on with your rope,” she
cried to him, “but it’s going ’bout your
neck, you coward, an’ not roun’ me.”
Heaping forward, they seized him
with scarce a show of struggle, bound
him with the rope he held in his supine
grasp, and Buck, with a thrust upon
his chest, sent him sprawling backward
upon the ground, where he lay still as
that other one whom they turned over
contemptuously with their feet.
Kilrain was holding Jess in his arms.
A few minutes later Perry Green
stood over the replenished fire alone,
its light flickering over the forms upon
the ground before him, equally silent,
though one was living and the other
dead. Buck had gone back through the
woods, guiding his horse upon which
sat Jess, her father riding beside her,
until they should come to the spot
where they had left Jess’ own pony.
That was a silent group, too. With
her hands resting on the broad horn
of Buck’s saddle Jess sat bending
slightly forward as she rode.
Something intimate to her was in
the touch of that saddle—-something
intimate in the close presence of Buck’s
own young body as he walked at her
feet, his grasp upon the bit. lie had
hardly spoken a dozen words to her,
but there had been no need of words.
The light in his eyes as he had
looked into her own, his every motion,
now told her of his service and his
love. She did not have to ask to know
whose hand it had been that once again
had been ready and sure to save her
from a threatened peril. She did not
have to ask to know that life held
nothing for this man in all the gamut
of its rich possibilities which he would
not gladly forego for her and for that
love which Jess knew, also, he had
come to know by the fine sympathy of
love was his now for the asking.
They left him after he had put her
on her pony, his touch strong, yet
tender upon her, his face looking into
hers in the darkness of the midnight
woods through which she and her fa
ther went on together.
Perry Green was still standing over
the fire when Buck got back. Almost
Immediately thereafter, however, he
left his position, and, going over to the
group of hoises, returned with one of
those of the captured men. He looked
at Buck.
"Sit up there, Grange,” Buck eom
ptanded.
But the man sulked. Perhaps it was
a weak despair that held him dumb and
inert.
"Sit up, damn you!” called Buck
again, and now the man twisjed himself
as he was bidden.
The other two eyed him with a grim
disgust.
"You know.” said Buck, "what's due
you. Bill Grange! Due you over an’
over again! Its the hemp what set
tles su< h scores as the Hoop has against
such as you. But, 'cause you have
worked an’ messed with us, an' ’cause
you’re such a poor excuse for a man,
an' ’cause we’re willin’ to give you a
chance to keep your worthless life away
from these here dlggin’s, we’re goin’ to
give you a show of winnln’ it. Tain’t
much of a show, that's true enough, but
it’s more’n you deserve. Git up on your
feet an’ corne here."
The frightened cowpuncher drew
What One Drink Does to You.
In the American Magazine Is ,an ar
ticle by Dr. Edwin F. Bowers, who
states that scientlfc experiments have
conclusively proved that a relatively
small amount of alcohol will lower the
muscular energy 7 per cent, accuracy
7 per cent, response to colors and im
pressions 13 per cent and memory 15
per cent, diminishing also the vision for
four or five hours.
"Sending blood to the head, where it
surges through the brain with Increased
velocity, is not increased vigor,” says
Dr. Bowers, "but increased irritation,
which comes Just before anesthesia and
diminution of power. The drinker de
ludes himself, for he only thinks he is
thinking. His very first drink has
produced a definite, measurable degree
of Intoxication.”
Identitied.
From Judge.
Brown—The bosg says that when he was
a boy on the farm they had a mule that
was Just like on? of the family.
Jones—Yes. and I know which one.
Eingerie now boasts of beaded trim
ming. There ' are dainty garments
made of crepe de chine with panels of
irids*c«nv beads.
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FRECKLES
Now la the Tlmo to dot Rid of Theao
Ugly Spots.
There’s no longer the slightest need of
feeling ashamed of your freckles, as the
prescription othlne—double strength—Is
guaranteed to remove these homely spots.
Simply get an ounce of othlne—double
strength—from your druggist, and apply a
little of It night and morning and you
should soon see that even the worst freckles
have begun to disappear, while the lighter
ones have vanished entirely. It is seldom
that more than one ounce is needed to com
pletely clear the skin and gain a beautiful
clear complexion.
Be sure to ask for the double strength
othlne, as this is sold under guarantee of
money back if It falls to remove freckles.—
Adv.
In the Train.
“Oh, conductor, that cigar has fal
len on my dress and it is smoking!”
“Smoking is not allowed in this car,
madam, so 1 will have to put you out.”
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Proof.
Title—Is he a man of the hour?
Tattle—Yep; he always keeps his
eye on the clock.—Judge.
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An Eye for Beauty.
“Has he a sense of fairness?”
"Goodness, yes! He can tell them a
block away.”
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Jaybird Robs Mail Box.
Anniston federal officers are won
dering if they must begin a search for
a jaybird guilty of robbing the mails.
A postman placed a letter in the box
of Dave Young, Twenty-first and Mo
bile streets, and then 'long came a
jaybird and took it out. If the jay
bird can be identified, the case may
come before the next session of the
federal grand jury.—Anniston (Ala.)
Dispatch to Atlanta Journal.
Sufficient for Amusement.
“My poor woman," said the settle
ment worker, “what can 1 do to re
lieve your distress?"
“Can you sing, ma'am?"
"Why—er—a little."
“I wish you'd sing some of the new
ragtime songs, ma’am. ,Ve and my
husband ain’t been to a cabaret in two
years."
Driving Bicycle With a Motor.
One of the most ingenious motor at
tachments for bicycles yet placed on
the market lias recently appeared in
England. The motor, which develops
slightly over one horse power, is at
tached to the luggage rack; it weighs
but 16 pounds, and occupies little
space.—Popular Science Monthly.
Their Species.
"Strange how the snakes a man sees
when he has been drinking multiply.”
“Maybe it is because they are add
ers.”
For a Tip-Top
Breakfast
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New
Post Toasties
Here’s the why:
A Sincere Performer.
"Is Bllggina patriotic?”
"Tremendously so. Why, he wants
to get out and start a war so that he
can have the pleasure of fighting for
his country.”
No Wonder.
"I know a man who always charges
cut rates for his work.”
'Who Is he?"
"The man who trims our trees and
hedges."
What is Castoria
CASTORIA is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Paregoric, Drops
and Soothing Syrups. It is Pleasant. It contains neither Opium,
Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its age is its guarantee. It
destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. It cures Diarrhoea and Wind
Colic. It relieves Teething Troubles, cures Constipation and Flatulency. It
assimilates the Food, regulates the Stomach and Bowels, giving healthy and
natural sleep. The children’s Panacea—The Mother’s Friend.
The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been in use for over
80 years, has born the signature of Chas. H. Fletcher, and has been made under
his personal supervision since its infancy. Allow no one to deceive yuu in this.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and “ Just-as-good” are but Experiments that
trifle with and endanger the health of Infants and
Children—Experience against Experiment.
tfemUae Castoria always bears tlie signature of
Three Hundred Million
Bushel Grop in 1915
Farmers pay for their land with one year's crop
and prosperity was never so great.
Regarding Western Canada as a grain
producer, a prominent business man
says: “Canada’s position today is
sounder than ever. There is more
wheat, more oats, more grain for feed, 20% more cattle than
last year and more hogs. The war market in Europe needs
our surplus. As for the wheat crop, it is marvelous and a monument of strength
for businessconfidence to build upon, exceeding the most optimistic predictions.”
Wheat averaged in 1915 over 25 bushels per acre
Oats averaged In 1915 over 45 bushels per acre
Barley averaged In 1915 over 40 bushels per acre
Prices are nigh, markets convenient, excellent land, low in price either im
proved or otherwise, ranging from (12 to $30 per acre. Free homestead
lands are plentiful and not far from railway lines and convenient to good
schools and churches. The climate is healthful.
There Is no war (ax on land, nor la there any conocrlptton. For complete infor
mation as to beat locations for settlement, reduced railroad rates and descriptive illustrated
pamphlet, address Superintendent Immigration. Ottawa, or
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Things Are Not as They Seem.
The unpronounceable names of the
Mexican and European war zones have
nothing on the names of City Engineer
Jeup. His mail has come addressed
to every name from Mr. B. Gee Up to
Mr. B. Jesus, but it remained for an
Indianapolis teacher to spend a year
in digging out his identity.
For months she had heard a fellow
teacher speak of her brother-in-law,
Mr. Yorp. During the recent viaduct
trouble his opinions on the matter
were quoted frequently. For months
this teacher had also read of Mr. Jeup.
the city engineer.
Finally, when the viaduct troubles
had reached their climax, she scanned
the papers eagerly every evening to
see how much longer she would have
to walk across. Engineer Jup held ex
actly the opinions of air. Yorp.
Suddenly light burst on her befud
dled brain. Rushing up to her teach
er friend, she asked eagerly, ‘‘How
does your brother-in-law, Mr. Yorp,
spell his name?”
“Jeup," came the answer with a
mild look of surprise.
Eureka! Mr. Yorp, the brother-in
law, was air. Jeup, the city engineer.
But the name was Yoip. 01 as in oil.
Can you pronounce it?—Indianapolis
News.
Some women like hand-painted
china only when it matches their com
plexions.
Wants to Develop Her Soul.
Defying paternal authority and scor
ing present-day methods of education.
Miss Violette Wilson, daughter of J.
Stitt Wilson, the former mayor of
Berkeley, has withdrawn from the
University of California. She an
nounced that it was her ‘ntention to
develop her own soul and that she in- j
tended to get an education from real
life and not one the whole signifi
cance of which lay in a college di
ploma. Miss Wilson registered in let
ters and sciences at the university last
August, but after a few months de
cided that her studies were hampering
rather than assisting her mental
growth. So, despite the wishes of her
parents, she left the classroom.—San
Francisco Chronicle.
Freddie's Funny Thought.
“Pa, what's it mean to follow your
nose?’"
“It means to go the way your nose
points.”
“Then if our pug should try to follow
his nose, 1 guess he'd turn a back
somersault.”—Boston Evening Tran- j
script.
Only Meter She Knew.
Hub (with newspaper)—1 see that
the French have gained 200 meters
from the enemy.
Wife—Two hundred meters! 1 sup
pose the Qermans made another of
their gas attacks.
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tinguishing little bubbles on each flake, and brings out their won
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New Post Toasties
—the New Breakfast Delight
Your grocer has them now.