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. And
the first year, when the new settler
! reaps a greater harvest than he has
I ever possessed before, he will rise
! with 200,000 others of his people in
; Western Canada and thank the gov
ernment that has given him, free of
cost, a new life, a new home, and new
1 hopes—which has made of him. in
j fact, “A man among men, a possessor
I of wealth among his people.”
One difference between a man and a
| mule is that the man does the most of
; his kicking with his mouth.
Lewis’ Single Binder costs more than
other 5c cigars Smokers know why.
Your dealer or Lewis’ Factory, 1’eoria, ill.
Gossips talk about others and
bores talk about themselves.
Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup.
For children teething, softens the {Turns, reduce* to
flumniation. allays p*ln. curca wind colic. 25c u bottle
Being" bad all the time is almost as
monotonous as being good.
Feet Aehe—rse Allen’s Foot-Ease
Over S0.U00 testimonials. Refuse Imitations. Send fol
free trial package. A. S. Olmsted. Le Hoy. N. T.
Even the prude isn’t averse to sit
ting in the lap of luxury.
This woman says that sick
women should not fail to try
Eydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound as she did.
Mrs. A. Gregory, of 2355 Lawrence
St., Denver, CoL, writes to Mrs.
Pinkham:
“ I was practically an invalid for six
rears, on account of female, troubles.
1 underwent an operation by the
doctor's advice, but in a few months I
was worse than before. A friend ad
vised Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable
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to use Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable
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FACTS FOR SICK WOMEN.
For thirty years Lydia E. Pink
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women who have been troubled with
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Why don’t you try it ?
Mrs. Pink ham invites all sick
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She lias guided thousands to
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A Hard Blow.
“So Barnstormer's performance of
Hamlet caused a great hit in the coun
try circuit.”
“Yes. a stunning hit.”
“Between ourselves, what caused
it?"
“I don't think Barnstormer ever
knew himself what struck him.”
With a smooth Iron and Defiance
Starch, you can launder your shirt
waist just as well at home as the
steam laundry can; it will have the
proper stiffness and finish, there will
be less wear and tear of the goods,
and it will be a positive pleasure to
use a Starch that does not stick to the
iron.
The superior man, being virtuous, is
free from anxieties; wise, he is free
from perplexities; bold, he is free from
fear.—Confucius.
You always get full value in lewis'
•'ingle Binder straight 5e cigar. Your
dealer or Lewis' Factory, Peoria, ill.
It takes a woman with sound judg
ment to generate silence.
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& buy Furs 4 Hides. Write for catalog IPS
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Pride and prejudice make an unsat
isfactory pair to draw to.
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Nebraska Military Academy
Lincoln, Nebraska.
A first-class military boaadinu school for boys. Splen
did bailding and grounds. Prepares for college and
tni si ness. Special departixieni f«,r young boy s u nder 13
years. For inf omauoo, address B. I>. Hayward, Supc
W N. U., OMAHA, NO. 36, 1908.
The Mosher-Lampman
\ Business College
\ Is not only the best place west of the Missis
f sippi river to learn Shorthand, Cookkeeping,
Penmanship, etc., but it gives its students a
business training and discipline that fits them
for business
f
ii converts tnem into business men and women.
Many of the Bank Cashiers, Department Managers and succes
ful business men of the West were educated by us.
Fall Term Opens September 1.
Write for catalogue and specimens of penmanship.
riaces to wor*
for board.
Mosher & Lampman, 17th and Fimam, Omaha, Neb.
