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•YMOPSIS
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«o r- it U Soon of Hubert t'afcrwuud.
a fr w-sr . -»• 1* TuI*. Had* * llfr of
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A f <fme .'ojlrgr *:ti*ua makes
a bom f*--1 no « sr. H-m sr l watch
f—o'-t*** t: Vi roof*. sjsi 1 - broAr
Ihahevt roirrmof. a* • 1-AM br—n re
pabed b» Poirf. wit* Ar.ttr. Hi Ida
Oar* and 1*4 a* r been -rigsged
to Atkda. Howard* »tepo»-.th*r. baa
oawrrtnoaw* or ito tosmn Howard ar
ete** to u* I'Hmiot far IKr C™* he
•ora* t’aknaod I.k.nt udvan: age of
hr# instate-■* w«*»> Mr* Jefr! -* !*' **"
nar* a aeet of aer-ia! Ih*
• .i*m ta tror nar* lor oh* 4o'rt
b o. Or baoae, Mv-tu r—-elves a not* from
tViro-rf t!i->!-ei4 out-tdr Art
a*dr -i tor atoa hr baa been art tag a»
1 aa aceounttiuc Hr
It — rl Ir^nra
. »'.-«d roeidni - Krasko
Tag»-o «d fur g«e and la told by the
lortr' tbaf 1-0 ta ta d*d*t up to til* -eoa
•4 .e>-( «ru*a bno-lf into a mtadiln
maud's n and coo to sleep on » divan
A i *:-re i* unm.*- *4 ana t'ndrraood
draw* a scree* around the drunken
atorpr- All- La me*r* At * dm-*uda a
rouar fan b«a> that to- a..; not tak*
• Hr par.tin* to ike <t *<*a. - rl at
» -u*r aftmb to hrraril Paderuoud re
lao to pruantar unlaaa at** utU renew
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CHAPTER VIIU—Cftf*i«tic*.
Howard was at go •line an athlete,
and to*, ro©’ranted with the burly
iwilirweran. a rubakt* in strength, h*
re.-w.e-d tike a puay hoy. Hit crtCKtng.
Irtgktened attitude, as he looked up in
the raptasa a bulldog tare, war pathe-t
Ir The croud of byitaaders could hard
ly eoatata their eageraea* to take in
every detail of the dramatic situation
The prtaucer was sober by this time,
and thoroughly alarmed
"What do yon want me for?" he ;
fried "1 hat<-n t done anything The !
man's dead, hot I dida t kill him "
' Khcrt your mouth!" growled the
captain.
Dnsttag lioaard niter him. he '
■bade hi* wny to the elevator. Throw
lac bu prisoner into the cage. he ,
Corned to give orders to bis subord
inate
Makaaeyr. yoa eons with me and
l-rlstg OBrer Delsaer " Addressing the 1
taker men. he sail “Ton other fellers
loud after things down here Don't 1
let any of those people route upstairs."
Then turning to the elevator boy. he
gave the command “Up olth her."
The elevator, with tu passengers,
shot upward, stopped with a jerk at !
the fourteenth Boor, and the captain,
care more lay lag a brutal band on i
Howard, poshed him out into the cor- j
■Mar
If it maid be said of Capt Clinton
«h*t he bad aa; system at all. It was
to be as brutal as possible with every. I
body unlucky enough to tail Into his
bards In-read of regarding his prts
«n-rs as iaaoreat natl! found guilty,
as they are justly eati’led to be re
garded under the law. he took the di
r*- '!y opposite stand. He considered
ail his prisoners as guilty aa bell until ■
they had succeeded in proving them '
•elves Innocent Rveo then be had
bis doable When ■ jury brought In
a verdict of acquittal be shook hi*
bead and growled He had the great
er* contempt for a Jury that would ac
d«*» and the * arm at regard for a Jury
which convicted He Sullied and mal
treated hi* prisoners t—cause he Arm
ly bettered la undermining their mor
ai nad physical resistance When by
depriving them of sleep and food, by
choking thorn, clubbing them and
I tightening them he had reduced
them to a state of nervous terror, to
the border of physical collapse, he
knew by experience that they would
wo longer he la condition to withstand
bis merciless crus*examinations De
moralised. unstrung, they would blurt
out the truth and so convict ;hem
a*-!vee The ends of Justice would thus
be served
Capt Clinton prided himself on the
thorough manner in which he conduct
•d these eaamlaaltoes of perron* un
der arrest It was a laborious ordeal,
hot always suemafut. He owed his
present position on the force to the
nkli! with which be browbeat bis prls
oners Into ‘confessions" With his
'third degree" seances he arrived at
rwonlts better and more quickly than
In any other way All hi* conviction*
bad been secured by them The press
and meddling husybodies called hi*
evetem barbarous, a revival of the old
time torture chamber. What did he
care a hat the people said as long as
he convicted his taan? Wasn't that
what he was paid for? He was there
to bad the murderer, and be was go
lag to do It
He pushed his way Into the apart
ment. followed closely by Maloney and
the other po'leemen. who dragged
aloes the unhappy Howard. The dead
■urn still lay where he had fallen
Capt Cdaton stooped down, but made
Bo attempt to touch the corpse, mere
ly satisfying himself that Underwood
was dead Then, after a casual surrey
af the room, he said to his sergeant:
-We wont touch a thing. Maloney,
tin the coroner arrives. Mo’ll be here
any mmole, er.d he’ll give 'he order
for the undertaker Too can call up
handgna/ters so the newspaper boys
While the sergeant went to the tele
ihiirr- to carry out these orders. Capt.
CJtBtaa turned to look at Howard, who
*■—* | whit* and trembling. In
, do you want with me?” cried
Howard appealingly ”f assure you I
* .* to do With this. My Wife’s
H can't 1 go?”
an!” thanderwd the captain,
i fnttsd. bis Wes sternly
him Capt- CMaton stood
Ida aafnrtunaia youth..
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^CHARLES KLEIN y y
ARTHUR*HORNBLOW V
ILLUSTRATIONS BY RAY WALTERS
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The Persistence of His Stare Made Howard Squirm.
-taring at him without saying a word.
The persistence of his stare made
Howard squirm. It was decidedly un
pl. i-'ant. He did not mind the deten
tion so much as this man's overbear
ing. bullying manner. He knew he was
innocent, therefore he had nothing to
fear But why was this police captain
staring at him so? Whichever way
he sat. whichever way hi3 eyes turned,
h- saw this bulldog faced policeman
staring silently at him. Unknown to
him. Capt. Clint n had already begun
the dreaded police ordeal known as
the third degree.”
CHAPTER IX.
Fifteen minutes passed without a
word being spoken. There was deep
silence in the room. It was so quiet
that once could have heard a pin drop.
Had a disinterested spectator been j
there to witness it, he would have |
been at once impressed by the dra- ,
malic tableau presented—the dead
man on the floor, his white shirt front
spattered with blood, the cringing,
fright- n“d boy crouching in the chair,
the towering figure of the police cap
tain sitting sternly eyeing his hapless
prisoner, and at the far end of the
room Detective Sergeant Maloney
busy sending hurried messages
through the telephone.
What did you do it for?” thundered
the captain suddenly.
Howard's tongue clove to his palate.
He could scarcely articulate. He was
innocent, of course, but there was
somethin? In this man’s manner which
made him fear that he might, after all,
have had something to do with the
trag«;dy. Vet he was positive that he
was asleep on the bed all the time.
The question Is, would anybody believe
him? He shook his head pathetically.
“I didn't do it. Really, I didn't."
"Shut your mouth! You're lying,
and you know you're lying. Wait tiil
The coroner comes. We’ll fix you."
Again there was silence, and now be-1
gan a long, tedious wait, both men re
taining the same positions, the cap
tain watching bis prisoner as a cat
watches a mouse.
Howard's mental anguish was al
most unendurable. He thought of his
j<»or wife who must be waiting up for
him all this time, wondering what had
become of him She would imagine
•he worst, and there was no telling
what she might do. If only he could
get word to her. Perhaps she would
be able to explain things. Then he
thought of his father. They had quar
reled. it was true, but after all it was
his own flesh and blood. At such a
critical situation as this, one forgets.
His father could hardly refuse to come
to his assistance. He must get a
j lawyer, too, to protect his interests,
j This police captain had no right to de
I tain him like this. He must get word
to Annie without delay. Summoning
up all his courage, he said boldly:
"You are detaining me here without
warrant in law. I know my rights. I
am the son of ont of the most in
fluential men in the city.”
"What's your name?” growled the
captain.
* "Howard Jeffries.”
“Son of Howard Jeffries, the bank
1 er?"
Howard nodded.
"Yes."
I The captain turned to his sergeant.
I "Maloney, this feller says he's the
I son of Howard Jeffries, the banker.”
Maloney leaned over and whispered
something in the captain's ear. The
captain smiled grimly.
“So you're a bad character, eh? Fa
I 'her turned you out of doors, eh?
i Where's that girl you ran away with?”
i Sharply he added: “You see I know
j your record.”
“I've done nothing Fm ashamed of,”
; replied Howard calmly. “I married
j the girl. She's waiting my return now.
Won't you please let me send her a
message?”
The captain eyed Howard sus
piciously for a moment, then he turned
i to bis sergeant:
“Maloney, telephone this man's wife.
What's the number?’’
“Eighty-six Morningside.”
Maloney again got busy with the
telephone and the wearying wait be
gan once more. The clock soon struck
two. For a whole hour he had been
subjected to this gruelling process,
and still the lynx-eyed captain sat
there watching his quarry.
It Capt. Clinton had begun to have
any doubts when Howard told him
who his father was, Maloney’s infor
mation immediately put him at his
ease. It was all clear to him now.
The youth had never been any good.
His own father had kicked him out
He was in desperate financial straits.
He had come to this man's rooms to
make a demand for money. Under
wood had refused and there was a
quarrel, and he shot him. There was
probably a dispute over the woman.
Ah, yes, he remembered now. This
girl he married was formerly a sweet
heart of l nderwood's._Jealousy was
behind it as well. Besides, wasn’t he
caught red-handed, with blood on his
hands, trying to escape from the
apartment? Oh. they had him dead
to rights, all right. Any magistrate
would hold him on such evidence.
"It s the Tombs for him, all right,
all right,' muttered the captain to
himself; "and maybe promotion for
me."
Suddenly there was a commotion
at the door. The coroner entered,
followed by the undertaker. The two
men advanced quickly into the room,
and took a look at the body. After
making a hasty examination, the cor
oner turned to Capt. Clinton.
“Well, captain, I guess he’s dead,
all right.”
“Yes, and we’ve got our man. too."
The coroner turned to look at the
prisoner.
“Caught him red-handed, eh? Who
is -he?”
Howard was about to blurt out a re
ply, when the captain thundered:
“Silence!”
To the coroner, the captain ex
plained:
“He's the scapegrace son of How
ard Jeffries, the banker. No good
bad egg. His father turned him out
of doors. There Is no question about
his guilt. Look at his hands. We
caught him trying to get away.”
The coroner rose. He believed in
doing things promptly.
“I congratulate you. captain. Quick
work like this ought to do your repu
tation good. The community owes a
debt to the officers of the law if they
succeed in apprehending criminals
quickly. You've been getting some
pretty hard knocks lately, but I guess
you know your business.”
The captain grinned broadly.
“I guess I do. Don't we, Maloney?"
"Yes, cap.,” said Maloney, quietly.
The coroner turned to go.
“Well, there's nothing more for me
to do here. The man is dead. Let
justice take its course." Addressing
the undertaker, he said:
"You can remove the body.”
The men set about the work im
mediately. Carrying the corpse into
the inner room, they commenced the
work of laying it out.
"I suppose.” said the coroner, “that
you'll take your prisoner immediately
to the station house, and before the
magistrate to-morrow morning?”
“Not just yet,” grinned the captain.
“I want to put a few questions to him
first."
The coroner smiled.
“You’re going to put him through
the 'third degree,’ eh? Every one's
heard of your star-chamber ordeals.
Are they really so dreadful?”
"Nonsense!” laughed the captain.
"We wouldn't harm a baby, would we,
Maloney?”
The sergeant quickly indorsed his
chiefs opinion.
"No, cap.”
Turning to go, the coroner said:
"Well, good-night, captain."
"Good-night, Mr. Coroner."
Howard listened to all this like one
transfixed. They seemed to be talk
ing about him. They were discussing
some frightful ordeal of which he was
to be a victim. What was this ‘third
degree' they were talking about? Now
he remembered. He had heard of in
nocent men being bullied, maltreated,
deprived of food and sleep for days,
in order to force them to tell what
the police were anxious to find out
He had heard of secret assaults, of
midnight clubbings, of prisoners being
choked and brutally kicked by a gang
of ruffianly policemen, in order to
force them into some damaging ad
mission. A chill ran down his spine
as he realized his utter helplessness.
If he could only get word to a lawyer.
Just as the coroner was disappearing
through the door, he darted forward
and laid a hand on his arm.
"Mr. Coroner, won't you listen to
me?” he exclaimed.
The coroner startled, drew back.
| "I cannot interfere,” he said coldly.
"Mr. Underwood was a friend of
mine,” explained Howard. "I came
here to borrow money. I fell asleep
on that sofa. When I woke up he
was dead. I was frightened. I tried
to get away. That's the truth, so
help me God!"
The coroner looked at him sternly
and made no reply. No one could
ever reproach him with sympathizing
with criminals. Waving his hand at
CapL Clinton, he said:
"Good-night, captain.”
“Good-night, Mr. Coroner.”
The door slammed and Capt. Clin
ton, with a twist of his powerful arm,
yanked his prisoner back into his
seat. Howard protested.
"You’ve got no right to treat me
like this. You exceed your powers.
I demand to be taken before a magis
trate at once.”
The captain grinned, and pointed to
the clock.
"Say, young feller, see what time it
is? Two-thirty a. m. Our good mag
istrates are all comfy in their virtu
ous beds. We'll have to wait till
morning.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Profitable Glass Eye.
“Nobody is going to poke out a good
eye just for the sake of getting a
glass eye," said the city salesman,
"but I know a mac who makes money
on his glass eye. He goes to Europe
three times a year on business. While
there he does a little trading in jew
els as a side line. It is on the home
ward trip that he turns his glass eye |
to good account. In the cavity back ,
of It he carries two or three small but
valuable diamonds. Half tee duty
saved is his commission on these
stones alone. The customs inspectors
have never got on to him. Naturally
they can't go around jabbieg their
fingers into people's eyes."—New York
Sun.
A Chance In Any Case.
Muriel (letting him down easy)—I
should advise you not to take it to
heart. I might prove a most undeair
able wife. Marriage is a lottery, ou
know.
Malcolm (bitterly)—It strikes me as
more like a raffle. One man gets the
prize and the others get the shake.—
Smart Set.
Men and Kings.
The people may be able to follow;
they cannot be made to understand.
TL kings mind is the wind, and grass
are the middle of the people;'whither
the wind blows, thither the gras.s
bends.—Confucius.
Calm Face in Danger.
Mr. Jepson Is a calm man. not
easily upset On one occasion as his
motor car had come to a sudden stop
he crawled beneath to see what was
the matter. Somehow or other some
gasolin ignited. A fierce burst of
flame and smoke came forth, envelop
ing Mr. Jepson.
In the midst of the excitement he
walked to one side, with his usual
slow and regular step. His face was
black, his eyebrows and eyelashes
were singed, and what was left of his
hair and beard was a sight to behold.
Some one brought a mirror, and he
had a look at himself. As usual, how
ever. he took matter philosophically.
"Well," he said, slowly and delib
erately. "I was needing a shave and
my hair cut anyway."
- V
Manners.
What a rare :Ht is that of manners!
How difficult ta define, how much
more difficult to impart! Better for a
man to possess thei than wealth,
beauty or talent! They will more
than supply alL—Bulwer Lytton.
Fateful Premonition.
A little English girl named Frances
Cole write In her book at school:
"This is my last sum.” The next day
she died.
Aid to the Hearing.
it is said by anatomists that people
hear better with their mouths open.
! Copyright. Underwood & Underwood. N. Y.
THE "crowning glory of a woman is
her hair" and it therefore is in
order to remark that one of th*
phases of such glory is very much in
evidence in connection with the coro
nation coiffure in which the hair is
dressed somewhat in the fashion of a
crown.
The new coiffure has taken such a
hold on the up-to-the-moment fashion- ,
able women, that the flat-to-the-head
way of wearing the hair la now some
what passe.
As will be seen by the picture the
hair is pufTed high and toward the
back of the head in crown-fashion.
Fine ribbon, used as a fillet, is wound
in and about the puffs. Pearled bands
or ropes of pearl or of coral, may be
worn instead of the ribbon if the fair
one is fortunate enough to possess
these costly adornments.
STATIONERY IN THE BOUDOIR
I French Dimity This season Seems to
Have Been Set Apart for Use
of the Young Girl.
For a young girl’s use there 13 no
stationery more suitable than the
fabric finished surfaced French dim
ity which comes in white, gray and
j stone blue square sheets of corre
spondence and hasty note size, with
i envelopes of matching dimensions. Of
; an equally refined and dainty char
acter are the linen lawn papers in
solid tints of aeroplane, dawn pink.
Baltic blue, willow green, orchid and
cream—the hemstitched fabric cross
bar in white bordered with a pale
shade of color, and the diagonally
striped fabric in two tones of mauve,
blue or buff.
A fad of the hour, and one permis
sible only as a joke when a note
passes between two very Intimate
young girls, is the red-edged, tan-col
ored "Chanticler” paper, which has
a crowing rooste. embossed at the
top of each sheet.
Lawnette correspondence cards for
acceptance and regrets are accom
panied by envelopes having semi
elliptical or triangular flaps on which
a monogram or initial may be en
graved. This stationery c^mes in a
variety of pale tints, of which buff,
pale gray, gray-blue or whit are pret
tiest
Luncheon place cards matching the
shades and patterns of the French
dimity and crossbar lawn fabric fin
ished stationery are exceedingly smart
and in eminently good taste, as are
also cards of umbrella shape bearing
hand painted violets, daisies and cro
cuses and in cut out flower and fig
ure designs.
The Waist Line.
Though the waist line Is less ver
satile than it used to be, and is more
and more inclined to assume the con
ventional position, the empire effect
is still to be seen. For reception and
dancing gowns it is graceful, and the
soft outline it gives to the figure is
delightfully picturesque. But for the
street all this is out of place; it gives
the wearer a silhouette that is un
tidy. and suggests a looseness that Is
altogether objectionable. In regard
also to evening gowns the same fault
may be found. So long as a toilette
is to be worn chiefly while walking or
standing, the short waist is permissi
ble—even desirable—but for a din
ner. concert or theater it is no longer
so. The bust unconflned falls out of
shape, and the figure cut is most un
attractive—and it Is the realization of
this fact that has led to so many of
the newest evening bodices being
made with swathed draperies and
close fitting lines.
For the Coat Hanger.
What a bother those fragments of
tissue paper, used for padding shoul
ders and sleeves, are when the gar
ments are in use! .One can hardly
find enough of them afterward to
again utilize.' I have discovered that
half a yard of cheese-cloth, folded
crosswise, with edges sewed together,
then stuffed with the paper, is a capi
tal contrivance. I leave open one end,
and insert a wire or wooden hanger,
pulling the hook up through an open
ing in the seam at the center, then
stuff in the paper, and sew up the end.
I hook the waist over the pad, pulling
the ends down Into the sleeves, and
my waists never look mussy. When
wooden hangers are used they may be
left in the garments while traveling,
as the hooks are removable and can
be packed separately.—Good House
keeping.
A Use for Old Shirts.
Men's old white shirts make good
interlining for cuffs, collars and neck
bands on shirtwaists. The material
will not shrink when washed, and
takes starch better than when new.
A DAINTY DRESS.
Nile green poplinette is selected foi
our dainty model, which has a perfect
ly plain skirt turned up with a deep
hem at foot.
The bodice has a deep yoke ant
trimming of net over ninon the same
color; this is embroidered and taken
to waist in points, also down outside
of sleeve. The material then has the
fulness drawn up by several rows of
gauging, where it is attached to the
trimming. The sleeves are set to
wristbands to march.
Materials required: Four and one
half yards poplinette 42 inches wide,
one yard net, one-half yard ninon 42
inches wide.
Coat and Dress Sets.
Some of the most attractive coat
and dress sets, consisting of sailor
collar and large turnback cuffs, are
shown in white mousseline or plain '
Swiss, with no further elaboration than
a hemstitched hem. This follows the j
strong French vogue for similar ef
fects in large berthas and collars that
are used on dressy gowns.
Hemstitching, by the way, is a fa
vorite feature on French gowns and
accessories of almost every kind of
fabric, and can be used with excellent
advantage on neckwear. Where hem
stitching cannot be conveniently in
troduced narrow beading and veiling
are used instead.
Do You Wear Mayonnaise Yellow?
The names of the new colors, or
more correctly speaking, tho ifew
names of old colors fashionable this
year, are so many that to attempt to
learn them all wearies one. Every
fish, flower and fruit has its fashion
able namesake this year, and now
fashion is starting on the vegetables
and foodstuffs. The difference be
tween butter color and mayonnaise
yellow must be at once distinguush- -
able by those who pretend to know
aught of the fine shadings of gowna
This is to be a season of bright col
ors. It must be said that there is a
more marked difference than usual
between the gowns of young people
and their mothers and that this dif
ference is noticeable chiefly in the
colors which they adopt—Harper's
Bazar.
To Make the Shoes Waterproof.
Warm the soles of new shoes.
While they are warm paint them with
copal varnish. When it dries paint
them again. Three such coats will
not only make the soles waterproof:
but will make them last twice as
long.—National Magazine.
WESTERN CANADA’S
GOOD CROP
PROSPECTS
YIELDS OF WHEAT WILL LIKELY
BE 25 TO 30 BUSHELS
PER ACRE.
In an interview with Mr. W. J.
White, who has charge of the Cana
dian government immigration offices
in the United States, and who has re
cently made an extended trip through
the provinces of Manitoba, Saskatche
wan and Alberta in Western Canada.
He said that every point ho visited
he was met with the one report, uni
versally good crops of wheat, oats
and barley. There will this year be a
much increased acreage over last
year. Many farmers, who had but
one hundred acres last year, have in
creased their cultivated and seeded
acreage as much as fifty per cent.
With the prospects as they are a;
present, this will mean from $12 to
515 additional wealth to each. He
saw many large fields running from
300 to 1,000 acres in extent and it ap
peared to him that there was not an
acre of this but would yield from 20
to 25 or 30 bushels of wheat per acre,
while the oat prospects might safely
be estimated at from 40 to 70 busheis
per acre. In all parts of the west,
whether it be Manitoba, Saskatche
wan or Alberta, north and south, east
and west, and in the districts where
last year there was a partial failure
of crops, the condition of all grain is
universally good and claimed by most
of the farmers to be from one to two
weeks in advance of any year for the
past ten or twelve years. It does not
seem that there was a single foot of
the ground that was properly seeded
that would not produce.
There are those throughout western
Canada who predict that there will be
200,000,000 bushels of wheat raised
there this year, and if the present
favorable conditions continue, there
does not seem any reason why these
prophesies should not come true.
There is yet a possibility of hot
winds reducing the quantity in some
i parts, but with the strongly rooted
crops and the sufficiency of precipita
tion that the country has already
; been favored with, this probability is
reduced to a minimum.
The prices of farm lands at the
present time are holding steady and
lands can probably still be purchased
at the price set this spring, ranging
from $15 to $20 per acre, but with a
; harvested crop, such as is expected,
i there is no reason why these same
lands should not be worth from $20
to $25 per acre, with an almost abso
lute assurance that by next spring
there will still be a further advance
in prices.
Mr. White says that these lands are
as cheap at today’s figures with the
country's proven worth as they were
a few years ago at half the price
when the general public had but a
vague idea of the producing quality
of western Canada lands.
The land agents at the different
towns along the line of railway are
very active. A large number of acres
are turned over weekly to buyers
from the different states in the south,
where lands that produce no better
are sold at from $150 to $200 per
acre.
The homestead lands are becoming
scarcer day by day and those who are
; unable to purchase, preferring to
homestead, are directing their atten
| tion to the park acres lying in the
' northerly part of the central dis
tricts. It has been found that while
these are somewhat more difficult to
j bring under the subjugation of the
j plow, the soil is fully as productive
as in the districts farther south. They
possess the advantage that the more
open prairie areas do not possess;
that there is on these lands an open
acreage of from fifty to seventy per
cent of the whole and the balance is /
made up of groves of poplar of fair
size, which offer shelter for cattle,
while the grasses are of splendid
strength and plentiful, bringing about
a more active stage of mixed farming
than can be carried on in the mors
open districts to the south.
The emigration for the past year
has been the greatest in the history
of Canada and it is keeping up in
record shape. The larger number of
those, who will go this year will be
those who will buy lands nearer the
line of railways, preferring to pay a
little higher price for good location
than to go back from the line of rail
ways some 40 or 50 miles to home
stead.
Mr. White has visited the different
agencies throughout the United States
and he found that the correspondence
at the various offices has largely in
creased, the number of callers is
greater than ever.
Any one desiring information re
garding western Canada should apply
at once to the Canadian Government
Agent nearest him for a copy of the
"Last Best West."
Awful I - -
Mrs. Willis—Isn’t It awful the way
people paw over goods In & store?
Mrs. Oil 11s—Shocking. I went ovet
to the waist counter this morning and
picked up every single garment and
there wasn’t one that didn't have ths
marks where somebody bad been han
dling it
Real Optimist.
Bull Dog—Gee, but you look fierce
with that can on your tall.
Cheerful Dog—Ah, get out! That’s
Jewelry.
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’Tls weli for men to learn self
conquest in the school of suffering_
George Eliot
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A lot of the money people marrv
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