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A TALE OF THE BUILDERS OF THE WEST SYNOPSIS. The story opens during a trip of the "Overland Moil” through the Kooky mountains. 'Uncle Billy” Dodge, stage driver. Alfred Vincent, a young man, and Phineas Cadwallader. introduced. They come across the remains of a massacre. Later at Anthony's station they find the redskins have carried their destructive ■work there also. Stella Anthony, daugh ter of Anthony, keeper of station, is in troduced. Anthony has been killed. V;* :nt Is assigned his work in unearth ing plans of enemies of railroad being built. He returns to Stella, each show ing signs of love for the other. Stella hears from her lover. Gideon, and of his phe nonu nal success. Finds letter of im portance invoh ing plans of opposition road. Plot to destroy company's ship Flora is unearthed and incriminating evi dence against Cadwallader found. Phineas Cadwallader faces prison on charge of wire tapping A perfect chain of evidence connects him with plot to Wow up "Flora.” Banquet in railroad town is scene of monopolization of Alfred by a Miss Hamilton, with determination on Stella's part to change her tempera ment. Alfred writes passionately to Stella, decrying the attention which he was compelled to give Miss Hamilton. Mrs. ' Sally” Bernard announces riches. Gideon makes ttireat against Alfred's life. Quickly leaves town on best procurable horse in search of Vincent. Race to heat opposition company's stage a success. Stella fails to hear of Gideon. Stella re ceives a letter: “Promise to marry Gideon Ingram or Alfred Vincent wiil dte." After conference Stella decides to f'ee Tears pass. Stella becomes known as Esther Anthony, becomes a rich woman, educates herself at Vassar and steps into highest San Francisco society. Kidnap ing changes Alfred greatly and when he and Stella meet in 'Frisco society, she passes him without recognition. Stella’s love for Alfred and his for her is revived. However, neither shows recognition of the fact to the other. Stella visits Mrs. Sally Bernard, now in top notch society and wealthy, being known as Mrs. Lang Rernard. Anthony romance is unfolded, showing Gideon, who loved Stella, to he her own cousin. He repents deeds ami tries to even up score in interview with Stella. CHAPTER XXVI.—Continued. "Rut, Gideon, you won't like that life!” "Like? Life?" he repeated gloomily. "1 shall do no harm there. That is all.” I'tter hopelessness was in voice and face. Yet Esther could think of no ade quate word, and drove on in silence till they stopped at the doorway. "Will you come in?" "No, Stella. 1 shall not annoy you further. This is farewell.” She looked into his sad face and saw two generations of tragedy there. Resentment, aversion died. "Oh, Gid eon, you are of my blood, the only one, my almost brother..Whatever you have done, will do. is mine to bear by right of kinship. Don't think I shall reproach you. Come to see me! I will be good to you.” His face lifted for a flashing instant, his eyes softened with glad tears. But the transformation passed almost as it came. “No, no. Stella! Thank you for those dear words. But it— I have only to atone. It's impossible! Good bye.” He started hurriedly down the walk, but halted, turned back. ”1 saved Vin cent's life once, here in the city. Never speak of it. I've only told you be cause—because I want you to know— I'm trying to even up the game." He wheeled and went swiftly through the gate. CHAPTER XXVII. The Conquest of the Heart of Sally B. Forty years ago. daring surgeons did not so often undertake to better nature's work, make joints where none had been, remake organs that had not fulfilled their functions. Alvin Carter, despite his cheerful ness, had ever silently rebelled against his crutch. And when the idea was born to him that he might have his leg broken and made straight, he never halted till he found a surgeon willing to add his skill to AHin's money and pluck. Three years with scarcely a day's vacation had won for him promotion and the confidence of officers as well as of fellow employes. Thus Alvin had the great eye and sympathy of the governor himself behind his brave venture into unfamiliar realms of surgery. When Alvin came through with two straight legs, the trifling shortness of one being corrected by a high heel, he gladly accepted the di version of a trip to the Front while he was learning to walk on two feet. Fresh from those exciting scenes, he presented himself at Sally B.'s home. Not for one moment had he faltered in his determination to win Viola, if she remained true, and he never doubted her. Yet now, sitting in the most beautiful room he had ever seen, per turbed by the obsequious butler’s Ill concealed disdain when he had to send up his name instead of the requested card—all in an instant Viola grew re mote, his aspiration to her preposter ous. The modest cottage he had thought out—the plans were in his pocket waiting her approval—seemed but a miserable hut beside this mag nificent palace. Time for his heart to congeal had been ample when Sally B. swept into the room, paused a chilling instant, and came forward with her most im posing society manner. “Why, Mr. Carter! This is elegant to see you! Elegant weather, isn't it? When did you come to the Bay? Ele gant time of year to visit at the Bay, now, ain't it?” With an astonishing swing of her sabie draperies she seated herself back to the light, her face dimly outlined, while the late afternoon sun shone full upon him. “I read of the crack operation the doctors performed on you, Mr. Carter. I congratulate you on it's bein’ O. K. It’s an elegant improvement. Won’t you set—sit?” She did not even look at him, he thought. Blindly he groped for a chair, his eyes burning as if she had slapped them with a hard hand. Had he but known, Sally B.’s keen vision had instantly noted and approved his erect manliness, his resolute counte nance. Her heart wanned to him. He belonged to her world, appreciated her. Yet ambition held the rein. She suspected his errand, and purposely put him at a disadvantage, plying him with questions, intending to leave him no opportunity for personal topics. But for once she met her equal. She took the one topic that could best fire him; and in turn he caught her spirit in the flame of his enthusiasm, and consumed her society veil in a single sentence. "Do tell me something about the railroad. I miss it powerful—ly.” “I’ve just returned from the Front; got back yesterday.” “Oh, go—” She hesitated. He could see her eyes shine, knew she was going to say “gosh!” and his self possession flew home again. In a breath Sally B. caught herself, and went on. “I'm just that hungry to hear all about things. Where'd they run the line? Across by Battle mountain—I know that; and where else?” “They run 100 lines, I guess; just kept the surveyors sticking pins into the whole American desert till they’d picked out the best one. They’ve got the track away by Battle mountain now; past Be-o-wa-we, Argenta—that’s “He's conductor on the Humboldt division: makes a bully one, too!” “I bet he does. He—” Alvin squared about in his chair and interrupted her. “Mrs. Bernard”—it was her turn to wince at her surname —“I've come for Viola. Will you let me have her peaceably, or must I make a row about it?” He was quite himself; and Sally B. knew very well that no glamour of luxury or shadow of Vanity Fair could frighten him now. Yet she had one bomb left. “She won’t have you, Al. I'm sor ry, but—” “No, you ain't sorry; and that isn't the truth, anyway. It's you that won't have me; and Vi'll break her heart to please you.” He rose and stood be for her in quiet dignity. Sally B. flinched at the stinging words. For a moment she was silent, then stood beside him, her hand on his arm. her voice full of pleading. “See here, Al! Vi's done without you a long time. She's taken the edi—edu cation we've give her like a thorough- | bred. And she's beautiful—you ain't seen Vi lately; you don't know how handsome she is.” “Yes, I do!” he returned quickly. “I've read every scrap of the lots the papers have said of her. I've sent to the galleries for her pictures: and that one the Call spoke of, makes her a lit tle princess.” “Every bit, an’ better!” The moth er's pride shone in her eyes. “Now, Al, w'e’ve give Vi culture; an' she's took to culture like a salmon to fresh water in spawnin' time. She's got the style for culture, an' the tin to set it off. An’ these big bugs round here that's long on culture, too, they see it in Vi, an’ take her right into their set. There's Freddy Bryan—you know who he is?" Alvin nodded. “Well, he's stuelt on her, bad. All's ^ i e “Come Back and See Vi! Gosh durn It, All” I the junction for Austin and Reese j river—oh, they were way by Toano when I left." "I knew' them places; come acrost there in '54. Paw emigrated from Ore gon to Salt Lake, didn't like it there, an' come over to Californy—Cali fornia.” She had almost forgotten her elegance. , •Alvin breathed freely. “My! But's it's cold over there!” "I bet it is,” she indorsed, emphatic ally. “How's Charley Crocker, an' Gregory, an' all the rest? Lord! 1 can smell the sage-brush now'!” "Working like blazes! Laying track by moonlight and stars! Just think of that! And big sage-brush bonfires to help out. It was the strangest sight; the men looked like goblins, and the hammer blows sounded far away, and made you creep.” "Gosh! They must be runnin’ them U. P. folks hard.” “Not so hard as I'd like to see. The U. P.'s are coming like lightning, just a-whoopin' 'em up! They have a man for every rod for 100 miles. They've | got good fuel and plenty of stuff. [ Glory! I wish our folks could hurry up some of those 35 iron ships out on | the ocean, and scare up more men. That lot of rails the Washoe took up won’t last any time.” “Say! That was a snifty trick, the way they snooped them 500 Chinamen straight from the ship to the train an’ got ’em to the Front before they knew where they was goin’. I read about it in the paper.” She moved her chair a little and the light reached her face; Alvin saw the old spirit looking out of it. "It's awful, what our folks have to buck against. They can t build shops for lack of men and stuff—stuff that’s coming in those ironships. And there's freeze-ups, slides, and wrecks—nothing settled and finished—and the im mense cost of repairs, when they've nothing fixed right to make ’em. Why, a waterspout over on the desert sliced out a mile and a half of track as clean as a piece of cheese! And then —the papers, and San Francisco!” “The Lord pizen them Clarion men! I wish't he would! There!” “So do I!” Alvin assented heartily. Sally B.’s answering smile held a world of craft. She drew a deep breath of satisfaction. “By jinks! lt'8 plumb good to ' ik railroad once more. Bill don’t keer for it, but I do. I’d ruther live—” She changed the topic abruptly. “Is Ell.j Jodge over there anywhere?” there's that English lord. Lawrence: I don't know but he's her fyansee by now: he was here this afternoon. May be he ain't gone yet." Alvin looked down at the floor and said nothing, though she waited for him to speak. “Think of havin' an English lord for a son-in-law! Or at any rate, Freddy Bryan!" "But what sort of a figure would you and Bill Bernard cut with that kind of people?" he asked, in sudden scorn. "We ain't that pattern of fool. We'd keep away,” she returned intrepidly. “And Vi? I suppose she'd never want to see her father and mother. She'd be quite happy without them.” He turned contemptuous eyes upon Sally B.'s quivering face. "Lord! She ought to be happy without you! It's worse than Abraham's sacrifice if there had been no lamb! At least, Isaac would have burned quickly!” He saw Sally B.'s face drop and gray shadows creep in. At last she found speech, and her words were steady. “What's the use of money and beauty, an' Vi’s aristocratic way, if Bill an' me was ready to tie her down to our kind? To life on the desert; maybe—Bill ain't no finandseer—to tough luck an’ pore grub. That's what's bound to come if Bill's luck turns. Do you think that's lovin’ her? That lord b'longs to folks that's al ways had money, an’ always looked it. An’ if he fails, there’s Freddy Bryan; he’s a man, the right kind. -If he loses his money, he'll make it again—he's buckin’ bright—an' she'll live genteel. I s'pose you'd call it lovin’ her to drag her away from all that, an’ tie her up to a little four-by-six life with you a-trampin' along the railroad!” It was her turn for scorn, and it burned deep. Alvin walked abruptly away to the open window. The beautiful palm gar den with its waxen-crested calla hedge and vine-wrapped trellises was full of winter bloom and fragrance; but he saw nothing. His eyes were misty. He was looking into a dun future with out Viola, a future never before con templated. Sally B., watching, saw her battle won; and a quick revulsion of feeling set in. She admired his square, manly shoulders. Freddy Bryan was thin, and stooped a little, and the lord was small for an Englishman. Alvin's plain, well-fitting business suit had a wholesome, honest look that appealed to her. She remembered how valiant ly he had fought his way on a crutch through half-starved boyhood to man hood, honorable manhood. Even his straightness touched a new chord—she was proud of the courage that had pioneered an operation that was the talk of the papers. And he had done it for Vi! Alvin felt her changed attitude, and when he came back to her and spoke, his voice was very gentle. “May 1 see Viola before I go? It'll be my last chance, you know.” ''Oh. Al!" she cried out, and stopped. Alvin was astonished at her emo tion, yet waited. Almost, ambition had lost; not quite. "Al. boy! Do you think you'd better? Won't it be harder for you? An' for her, too?" she added after a breath. Alvin's face contracted. Give her up without cne more look into her dear face? Not see for himself that it was well with her? That she could love—at least, be content with—the man her mother would secure for her? His heart beat clamorously; and he told himself he would see her, would see her! Yet he took up his hat, looked calm ly for his gloves and turned steady eyes to where Sally B. stood, her white-knuckled hands grasping a chair back desperately. "Tell Vi—tell Vi—no. don't tell her anything!" he said, with forced calm ness. “Good-bye, Sally B.” He bowed slightly and walked out of the door. “Oh, Al Carter, you're the best man I ever—” She caught her breath and stopped, staring after him. Neither to the right nor to the left did he turn his eyes as he walked down the winding, rose-lined avenue to the iron gates. Life seemed at an end! "Al! Al Carter!” screamed a shrill voice behind him. Through the gates Sally B. flew, her hair disordered, her full draperies bellying to the wrind like pirate sails, her crape ruffles dragging out behind her. "Al, come back!” she cried breathlessly, catching him by the arm, hurrying him through the iron gates again, through the rose-lined avenue to the house. "Come back an' see Vi! Gosh dura it, Al! I throw ut) the game! What does a shamming old Greaser like me want of a big bug for a son-in-law? You're good enough, right smart better’n I deserve; an’ good enough for Vi, too. Go 'long in the music room there, an' find Vi. Tell her if she's said Yes’ to Reg Lawrence or to Freddy Bryan, or to any other feller, I'll say ‘No- to him’ Go!” She dragged him into the hall, pushed him toward the music room; and, sobbing wildly, ran up the sound less stairs. Alvin stood still, dazed, half' con scious of ripping, tearing ruffles on the stair, when a little figure sprang for ward to meet him. “Oh, Alvin!” she cried in quick rapture, then halted questioningly. "Viola, your mother has accepted me for you,” he said softly, and took her in his arms. And long years of misery were cut from the lovers' cal endar. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Gentle Voice a Great Charm One of the Most Powerful Attractions in a Woman. Very few women realize what an effect a sweet voice has on a man. A woman may be very pretty to look upon, may be faultlessly and bewitch ingly attired and attractive in every way. and yet directly she opens her mouth and speaks the spell is broken, the charm is gone. And this need never be. Very few voices are so naturally bad that they will not succumb to training, and the voice can be tra'/aed to be just as sweet and gentle as one pleases to make it. A woman should speak in a low voice. She should not allow her voice to raise itself to a high pitch. A shrill voiced woman is terrible. ! She should not shout her orders to the servants down the stairs, nor call to any one who may be in another part of the house. This shouting and raising of the voice spoils the tone and quality of the voice and tends to make it harsh. A pretty voice is a powerful attraction in a woman and she who would add to her charms a wondrous fascination should cultivate a voice “ever soft, g title and low." Driving a Good Bargain. The barber's small -,on was In the habit of playing around his father's shop, and he was ah. ays keenly in terested in the pat tons. Many a stray penny found its way into the little chubby hand, an 1 sticks of gum were dropped in quite as though by accident. Judge Williams drifted into the shop the otner afternoon for a ha’.r cut. The lad recognized the fact thnt. the judge was a new patron, and so was more than ordinarily inter ested in him. He hung at the foot of the chair and looked musingly at the judge's bald head. Then he walked slowly to the back of the chair and surveyed the scanty fringe of hair from that point of vantage. He could contain himself no longer and burst out incredulously: “Father, do—you—get a quarter for cutting that ?”—Lippincott’s. Peculiar Check. A check for ten dollars written on a strip of leather has been presented and cashed at a Pittsburg bank. ’ THE LAND OF GRAIN —by JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD Author of “American Farmers Build ing a New Nation in the North”— “Canada—The Land of Greater Hope”—“The Invasion of Canada by American Farmers”—“A Thousand Miles on Horseback Across the Do minion Provinces,” Etc., Etc. Not so very many years ago the major ity of people in the United States laughed at the prediction that the day was coming when Western Canada would far outstrip this country in the raising of grain—when, in other words, it would become the great bread-basket of the world. During the past three or four years the enormous production of grain in the Dominion West has thinned the ranks of those who doubted the destiny of Canada's vast grain growing regions; the crops of this year will dispel the doubts of the remaining few. From Winnipeg westward to the foothills of Alberta, over a country nearly a thousand miles in width, the grain production this year will be something to almost stagger the belief of those hundreds of thousands of American farmers whose average yield is not more than from ten to fifteen bushels of wheat to the acre, and who are finding that their product is also outclassed in quality by that of their northern neighbors. The enormous grain crop of this year in the Canadian West may truth fully be said to be the production of “a few pioneers.” Only a small per centage of the unnumbered millions of acres of grain land are under culti vation, notwithstand:ng the fact that tens of thousands of homesteads were taken up last year. And yet, when all the figures are in, it will be found that the settlers of the western prai ries have raised this year more than 125,000.000 bushels of wheat, 100.000, 000 bushels of oats and 25,000,000 bushels of barley. It has been a "for tune making year” for thousands of American farmers who two or three years ago owned hardly more than the clothes upon their backs, and whose bumper crops from their homesteads will yield them this season anywhere from ?1,500 to J2.500 each, more money than many of them have seen at one time in all their lives. Very recently I passed through the western provinces from Winnipeg to Calgary, and in the words of a fellow passenger, who was astonished by what he saw from the car windows in Manitoba, we were, metaphorically speaking, in a "land of milk and honey-.” The country was one great sweep of ripening grain. In fact, so enormous was me erop, mar ill me time there were grave doubts as to the possibility of GETTING ENOUGH BINDER TWINE TO SUPPLY THE DEMAND. A situation like this has never before been known in the agri cultural history of arty country. Before I made my first trip through the Dominion west I doubted very much the stories that I had heard of this so-called “grain wonderland'’ across the border. I believed, as un numbered thousands of others be lieved, that the stories were circulated mostly to induce immigration. I quick ly found that I was wrong. As one Alberta farmer said to me a few weeks ago, “If the whole truth were told about this country I don't sup pose you could find one American in ten who would believe it.” This year the prospects of the wheat crop of Saskatchewan, Mani toba and Alberta are an average of over TWENTY-FIVE BUSHELS TO THE ACRE, and that this grain is far superior to that raised in the states is proved by our own govern ment statistics, which show that American millers are importing mil lions of bushels of B “Canadian hard” to mix with the home product in order that THIS HOME PRODUCT MAY BE RAISED TO THE REQUIRED STANDARD. It is a peculiar fact that while the Dominion Government is anxious for its western provinces to fill up with the very best of immi grants, there has been no blatant or sensational advertising of those lands. For this reason it is probable that not one American farmer out of fifty knows that Canada wheat now holds the world's record of value—that, in other words, it is the best wheat on earth, and that more of it is grown to the acre than anywhere else in the world. , A brief study of climatic conditions, and those things which go to make . a climate, will show that the farther | one travels northward from the Mon ; tana border the milder the climate be j comes—up to a certain point. In 1 other words, the climate at Edmonton, ; Alberta, is far better than that of ; Denver, 1,500 miles south; and while thousands of cattle and sheep are dy i ing because of the severity of the j winters in Wyoming. Montana and 1 other western states, the cattle, sheep and horses of Alberta. GRAZE ON j THE RANGES ALL WINTER WITH ABSOLUTELY NO SHELTER. This is all largely because sea-currents and 1 air-currents have to do with the ma ; king of the climate of temperate re 1 gions. For instance, why is it that California possesses such a beautiful : climate, with no winter at all, while the New England states on a parallel with it have practically six months of winter out of twelve? It is because of that great sweep of warm water known as the "Japan current,” and this same current not only affects the westernmost of the ! Dominion provinces, but added to its influence are what are known as the “chinook winds"—steady and undevi ating air-currents which sweep over the great wheat regions of Western Canada. There are good scientific reasons why these regions are capable of producing better crops than our own western and central states, but best of all are the proofs of it in act ual results. This year, for instance, as high as one hundred bushels of oats to the acre will be gathered in Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Alberta, and some wheat will go AS HIGH AS FIFTY BUSHELS TO THE ACRE, though of course this is an unusual yield. Last spring it was widely advertised I in American papers that. Alberta’s win ter wheat crop was a failure. In fact, this is Alberta's banner year in grain production, as it is Saskatchewan’s and Manitoba's, and from figures al ready in it is estimated that Alberta's wheat will yield on an average of THIR TY-FIVE BUSHELS TO THE ACRE. In many parts of the province returns will show a yield of as high as FIFTY bushels to the acre and it is freely predicted by many that when the of ficial figures are in a yield of at least forty-five instead of thirty-five bushels to the acre will be shown. At the time of my last joumev through the Canadian West, when my purpose was largely to secure statis tical matter for book use, I solicited letters from American settlers in all parts of the three provinces, and most of these make most interesting read- I ing. The letter was written by A. Kal tenbrunner, whose iiostoffice address is Regina. Saskatchewan. “A few years ago," he says, "I took up a homestead for myself and also one for my son. The half section which we own is between Rouleau and Drinkwater, adjoining the Moosejew creek, and is a low. level and heavy land. Last year we put in 3 00 acres of wheat which went 25 bushels to the acre. Every bushel of it was 'No. 1.’ That, means the best wheat that can be raised on earth—worth 90 cents a bushel at the nearest elevators. We also threshed 9,000 bushels of first class oats out of 160 acres. Eighty acres was fall plowing AND YIELDED NINETY BUSHELS TO THE ACRE. We got 53 cents a bushel clear. All our grain was cut in the last week of the month cf August. We will make more money out of our crops this year than last. For myself, I feel com pelled to say that Western Canada crops cannot be checked, even by un usual conditions.” An itemized account shows a single year's earnings of this settler and his son to be as follows: 2,500 bushels of wheat at 90 cents a bushel.$2,250 9,000 bushels of oats at 53 cents a bushel. 4.770 Total $7,020 It will be seen by the above that this man's oat crop was worth twice as much as his wheat crop. While the provinces of western Canada will for all time to come be the world's greatest wheat growing regions, oats are running the former grain a close race for supremacy. The soil and cli matic conditions in Manitoba. Sas katchewan and Alberta are particular ly favorable to the production of oats, and this grain, like the wheat, runs a far greater crop to the acre than in even the best grain producing states ; of the union. Ninety bushels to the acre is not an unusual yield, whole homesteads frequently running this average. And this is not the only ad vantage Western Canada oats have over those of the United States, for in weight they run between forty and fifty pounds to the bushel, while No. 1 wheat goes to sixty-two pounds to the bushel. In fact, so heavy is Canadian grain of all kinds, and espe cially the wheat, that throughout the west one will see cars with great placards upon them, which read: “'This car is not to be filled to ca pacity with Alberta wheat.” When I made my first trip through the Canadian West a few years ago I found thousands of settlers living in rude shacks, tent shelters and homes of logs and clay. Today one will find these old “homes" scattered from Manitoba to the Rockies, but they are no longer used by human tenants. Modern homes have taken their place j —for it has come to be a common say ing in these great grain regions that, “The first year a settler is in the land he earns a living; the second he has money enough to build himself a mod ern home and barns; the third he is independent." And as extreme as this , statement may seem to those hun dreds of thousands of American farm ers who strive for a meager existence, jit is absolutely true. I am an Ameri can, as patriotic, I believe, as most of our people—but even at that I cannot but wish that these people, whose lives are such an endless and unhappy j grind, might know of the new life that ; is awaiting them in this last great ; west—this “land of greater hope," where the farmer is king and where j the wealth all rests in his hands. As j one American farmer said to me, “It j is hard to pull up stakes and move a ; couple of thousand miles.” And so il j is—or at least it appears to be. But j in a month it can be done. 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