<%.A\ U K )\ BLOCK A NOVEL OF NEW YORKT LIFE: ' 4LRCX BEACrt t T '’ILLUSTRATIONS 6r T. PARKER Author of “The Iron Trail” “The Spoilers” “The Silver Horde” Etc. Ctpy right, By Harftr Of Brtthn SYNOPSIS. —5—1 Peter Knight, defeuted for politloa'. of fice in his town, decides to venture New York in order that the family fortunes might benefit by the expected rise of his charming daughter, Lorelei. A well known critic Interviews Lorelei Knight, now stage beauty with Bergman's Revue, for a special article. Her coin-hunting mother outlines Lorelei's ambitions, but Siosson, the press agent, later adds ids information. Lorelei attends Millionaire Hammon s gorgeous entertainment. She meetB Merkle, a wealthy dyspeptic. Boh Wharton comes uninvited. Lorelei dis covers n blackmail plot against Hammon in which her brother is involved. Merkle and Lorelei have an auto wreck. The blackmailers besmirch her good name. Do you believe that a young girl. Just out of her teens, is Justified in leaving home and casting off her parents if they intrigue to get her married to any man, no matter how much of a rounder he is, if only he has wealth to support them? CHAPTER VIII—Continued. Looking back upon last night's home ward ride, she was wholly at a loss. Ia view of Jim’s words and of what she had gathered at the theater she had felt sure of Lilas' complete knowl edge of the blackmail plot, but Mam mon's unwavering faith in the girl and Lilas' own story of her relations with Max Melcher had awakened a doubt. What concerned her far more than the moral complexion of the liaison was her brother's connection with the un lawful scheme of extortion. Jim, she saw. had gone wrong with a ven geance. and the consequences to him troubled her, for in spite of all that he might he or do she cherished a sisterly affection for him. Family ties were very real and very strong to her— strong enough to keep her loyal to her kin even after the demoralizing change in her whole mode of life. The firm est. in fact, the only bond that she had ever known, was that of blood; obedi ence. faithfulness and affeetiou had been iiorn in her. and she never thought to question their sacredness. Idling down Fifth avenue, she found herself in front of a fashionable de partment store. A knot of carious people were gaping at a unique auto mobile which stood in the line of ve hicles along the curb, and she paused to look. The equipage was snow white in color; the chauffeur and a stiff backed footman were in blood red with white facings on their livery. A tiny mop of a iapdog, imprisoned within the closed body of the car, was harking frenziedly at the thrsng. Across the doors, in gold letters an Inch high, was the name “Adoree Demorest.” As she entered the store Lorelei re flected with some disgust that no vis iting rajah, no barbaric potentate— no one. in fact, except a self-advertised musical combdy queen—would so fla grantly defy good taste as to ride in •uc-h a vehicle. She was engaged in her final pur chase when a dazzling creature in red «nd white descended upon her with ex clamations of surprise and delight. It was Mademoiselle Demorest herself, and her greeting was so effusive that the stream of shoppers halted in the aisle. She carried the mate to the ex citable poodle that defied the curiosity seekers outside. “Miss Knight! I’m so glad to sec you agnin.” she burbled. “How sweet you look! I hoped we’d meet again; hnt where have you been? Have you finished your shopping? Then do come and help me match some rose du Harry.’’ Lorelei felt herself flushing uncom fortably under the stares of the on lookers, and, glad to escape, she moved away beside the undisturbed cause of all the furore. Miss Demorest seemed genuinely de lighted at this encounter. She clung to her companion, chattering vivacious ly: then, when the rose du Barry had been matched, she suggested tea. “We’ll run right over to the Wal dorf—my car is outside." But Lorelei declined, explaining lamely that she did not care for public places. The daucer’s expression and tone changed abruptly. “I supposed you were like all the others.” “Well. I’m not. When I’m away | from the theater I try to forget it. ! I—hate the business.” The -reply, which came with sincere feeling, widened Lorelei’s eyes with uncontrollable surprise. “Here, too." said Adoree Demorest. quietly. “But I’m not allowed to for- ] get it. Our first meeting made me 1 think you were—out with banners. ! was hired on that occasion to be naughty. What do you say to some real tea at my house? Just you ami I?” Lorelei’s heart sank at the thought of that gaudy machine outside, but there waB an honest appeal in the speaker's eyes, and, moreover, the memory of her obligation rose to pre vent her from appearing ungrateful. “I’d be delighted,” she falsified, and. gurgling with appreciation. Miss Dem orest hurried her toward the nearest exit. In the street, however. Adoree paused, and her next words showed that she was not wanting in womanly intuition. “I shan't inflict yon with a ride in that circus wagon. It’s all right for me, but—you’re one of the decent kind. If you have a reputation it won’t do to parade it in n sbow case. We’ll take a taxi.” Lorelei’s relief must have been obvious, for Adoree sped swiftly to the corner, then was back again without the dog. “If there’s anything more conspicuous than a blonde with a white poodle," she explained, “it’s two blondes with two poodles.” Then •be flung herself into the cab and 4lnmmed the door. “Ton mast think I’m very rude," her guest ventured. “Nothing of the sort. I know Just how you feel.” Miss Demorest's smile was a trifle strained. “Only—I’m aw fully lonesome, and—I’ll take care that nobody sees us." “Now I know I’ve been nasty.” Lo relei felt her embarrassment growing, for this woman differed entirely from wliat she had expected. Underneath the dancer’s extravagant tbeatrlcalism she appeared natural and unaffected, Adoree changed the current of the conversation by saying: “I hope those bloodhounds get to fighting.” “How—funny!” Lorelei was eying the speaker with undisguised curiosity. “You’re not a Frenchwoman?” “Agnes Smith is the name. Decent by descent, but an actress by adver tising. What’s your game?” “Uni-in—My nose is straight: 1 don’t limp: so I'm an actress by force of fea ture." Both girls laughed unaffectedly. “I like yon.” said the dancer. “Do you mind if I get out of this cast-iron corset and into a kimono when we get home?” “Have you a spare one?” “Dozens: but they're not very clean.” “That's lovely. And let’s make the tea weak.” “Oh. I can't drink anything strong! I’m an awful counterfeit.” “I’m beginning to think so. I— wonder if I’m dreaming.” The girls had much in common: they chattered continuously through the short ride, and when they alighted from the taxicab they disputed over the right to pay for it. When the guest was ushered into Adoree’s apart ment she received another surprise, for the place was neither elaborate nor showy. It consisted merely of two large, comfortable rooms overlooking a side street lined with monotonous brownstone boarding houses. A battered teakettle was set to boil over an absurd alcohol stove that re quired expert assistance to maintain its equilibrium. Adoree flung out of her finery and donned a Japanese robe, offering anothc to Lorelei. A plate of limber crackers was unearthed from somewhere, also the disreputable remains of a box of marshmallows; and those latter Mademoiselle Demo rest toasted on a hatpin. “You're the most extraordinary per son,” her guest at length remarked. “Aren't you going to show me your Jewels or—anything like that?” “You probably have better Jewels of your own,” carelessly replied Adoree; then she voiced a very tame and wom anly oath as a marshmallow dripped into the flames. “Pickles! I spoiled that one.” “But the cabochon rubies are real.” “Sure. So is the ‘square toe’ who brings 'em and takes 'em away: so is the bond that covers 'em. Lordy, but they are pretty!” “Then the king didn’t give them to you?” “My dear. I never saw a king—out side of a pinochle deck. If I lost one of those rubies the Maiden Lane Shy lock who owns them would tear enough curled hair out of his beard to fill a mattress. You never really be lieved that king stuff, did you?” “Why. yes.” “I had no idea it worked so well.” Again Miss Demorest smiled crookedly. “No wonder you didn’t want to go to the Waldorf with me; I wonder you consented to come here.” “Your advance work is great—” “I knew the public swallowed it; but I supposed the profession knew press stuff when they saw it. I -sang and danced for ten years in this couutry and never got better time than the schuetzen parks and airdomes. I was “You Never Really Believed That King Stuff, Did You?" i Agnes Smith then. Somehow I got the price of a ticket to England, and 1 pulled the airdome stuff that bad scored in Little Rock and Michigan City, and* it got by somehow. My mother was a Canuck, so I knew some French, and eventually I reached the continent. There I met the Old Nick. You may think the devil is what he looks like on the ham cans; but, in reality he’s a little, fat, bald man with a tenor voice, and he eats cloves. His name is Aubrey Lane. He was In Paris selling patent garters at the time. He saw me work at a cabaret and told me I was good, but not good enough. I’d known that t§r years, so he didn't hurt my feelings. He confessed that — he was tired of working nnd intended to have me make a lot of money for him, but warned me that he had ex pensive tastes and I’d have to pay wel! for the privilege. He was right; I did. But here I am In electric lights on Broadway while he is exercising a wheeled chair at Atlantic City.” “He’s your manager?” “ne's that very little thing. He of fered to make me a star if I’d allow him to hitch his chariot to me—on a share of the gross. There was one trilling sac rifice I had to make in the nature of my personal reputation—so he told me. He began by tying a can to the ‘Agnes Smith.’ and handed me ‘Adoree Demo rest' instead; then he went to work. He really did work. too. although it nearly killed him, and he’s never done anything since. The king fable is a Joke ou the other side, but New York swallowed it clear up to the sinker, and Aubrey gaffed the Palace Garden management for a three years’ con tract. Of course, my advertised sal ary is phony. Just like the rubies and the wrecked throne and that gilded bandwagon with the poodles nnd the stuffed supers on the box. Aubrey owns them all except the rubies, which he rents. I'm billed as the most no torious woman in America, and the shred of reputation I have left wouldn't make a necktie for a gnat, whereas In reality I love marshmal lows and tea much more than men But I'm a star, at the head of my own company, and playing to sidewall: prices. Do you think it was a good bargain?” Lorelei had listened with breathless interest. Now she hurst out impul sively: “You poor dear.” Miss Smith smiled, but her eyes were tragic. “Sometimes I cry when I think about it. I—cry a good deal.” said she. “I didn’t realize until too late what it meant, hut. you see. I was tired of working, tired of ambition, and I wanted to come home. Thank God, I have no people! I save all the money I can, and when I get enough I’m going to take Agnes Smith out of the moth-balls, dust her off tenderly, find go to raising ducks.” “Ducks? What do you mean?” “What I say. That has always been my ambition.” "Whv not quit now?” "What’s the use? I'm half way through the swamp: the mud Is as deep behind as it is in front. But I’m deathly afraid all the time I’ll be found out—I’d—rather be notorious than ridiculous. Of course. Aubrey sees to that.” “Are you fond of him?” Adoree turned up her nose. “He's a little pink rabbit. I don’t like any man. and I uever have. There's only one I'd really care to meet: his name is Campbell Tope.” “The critic. He is nice.” “The beast. Did you read what tie said about me? I’ll never rest until I have a lock of his hair that I’ve plucked myself. I'd love to have his whole scalp—with. say. one ear at tached—hanging on my bureau where I could see it every morning when I wake up. Somehow I don't seem to mind the press stuff that Aubrey puts out. but Pope—actually believes what ho wrote. And other people will be lieve it, too. I—I—Cosh! I'm going to cry again.” Lorelei nodded in perfect sympathy: she did not laugh. "I haven’t any girl chum: let’s be friends,” said she. Adoree had been nibbling at marsh mallows as she talked; as she wiped her eyes now she left a smear of pow dered sugar on her cheek. “I'd love to—I’m simply bursting to confide in somebody—but we couldn't go around together.” “Why? I don’t care what people think.” “You can't afford to be reckless. We're each playing our own game and chasing the dollar in our own way. The men you met would make life un bearable for you if they knew we were pals. Aubrey was right: a girl must either be mighty good or mighty bad in this business—or make people think she is. which amounts to the same thing. You have had easy going be cause you're known to be straight; but if you ever get into the papers watch what will happen. You’ll have to fight. You wouldn’t like that kind of lighting, either, and—I’m not sure you could stand it.” As Lorelei walked homeward that afternoon she felt an unaccustomed warmth in her breast, and realized that she. too, had been very lonely In the city. The certainty that she had made a friend gladdened her heart. She looked forward with a thrill to the morrow when she could see Adoree again. During her absence Jim hnd returned and departed: but a note was waiting for her. It had been brought by a mes senger, and read: “Things look bad. I’m afraid we’ll be implicated, too. Better see your brother quickly. M.” CHAPTER IX. Lorelei was not a little mystified by Merkle’s cryptic message, for she could Imagine no possible way in which she or the writer himself could be connected discreditably with Jar vis Hammori’s affair. She gaiued some light, however, when that eveuing she read the note to Lilas. “Why, they’re going to blackmail Merkle, too.” Lilas exclaimed. "Well, they’d be foolish to let him off, Wouldn’t they?” “So they think he'll pay to keep his name out of the papers?” "Exactl And he will—for your Bake.” “I won’t let him.” Lilas was surnrlsed. "Why? He's rich. He wouldn't miss a few thou sand.” ‘‘You wouldn't allow Mr. Hammon to be robbed, would you?” "Oh, wouldn’t I? If he didn't care enough for me to protect me from scandal I’d want to know it.” “Lilas, you puzzle me," confessed I.orelel. doubtfully. “You say things that make me think you don’t care for him at all: then ’again you seem “What l«—This?" to be crazy a I tout him. How do you feel? How far would you go with him?” Lilas laughed airily. “Perhaps I’d go farther with him than for him. He asked me to marry him if his wife gets a divorce; and I agreed. Now that lie lias come to the point. I'm sorry things happened just as they did. A woman must look out for herself—no man will ever help her. It's worth some notoriety to liecome Mrs. Jarvis Hammon.” Something in the speaker’s words rang false; but just what that some thing was, Lorelei could not decide. “Then you'd like to see the story made public?" she queried. “Naturally." “I dare say if I loved a man I'd want him at any [trice, but I—hope I'm not going to be dragged into this mat ter." “My dear, you have a family: they cau make Merkle do the right thing by you. He could be made to pay. at least, ami you'll be sorry if you don’t get something out of him. Just wait and see what a difference the story makes with your other men friends.” During the ensuing performance I.o relei pondered her friend's disquieting prophecy: yet she could see no reason for grave apprehension. Publicity of the kind threatened would, of course, be disagreeable: but bow it could seri ously affect her was not apparent. Later in the evening Robert Whar ton appeared, as usual, and so resent ful was he at the deceptions previously practiced upon trim that Lorelei with difficulty escaped a scene. At last be planted himself in the ballway. where lie remained throughout the perform ance—a gloomy, watchful figure. Lo relei came down boldly, dressed for the street, and. since she could not pass the besieger, crossed under the stage, made her way into the orchestra pit. and managed to leave the theater by the front door. She was waiting when Jim came home, and followed him into his room, where they could talk without disturb ing their father. Lorelei mnde her ac cusation boldly, prepared for the usual burst of auger, but Jim listened pa tiently until she paused. “I knew you had to spill this, so I let you rave.” said he. "But it’s too late: somebody lias been after Ham mon for a long time, and he’s been got—yes. and got good. Take a flash ut the ‘Chorus Girl's Bible.’ ” He tossed his sister a eopy of a prominent theatrical paper. “I waited until it came out.” Lorelei gasped, for on the front page glared black-typed headlines of the Hammon scandal. John Merkle’s name was there, too. and. linked with it, her own. “What is—this?” She rau her eye swiftly down the column. “Sure. Melcher commenced suit (.gainst Hammou this afternoon. Fifty thousand dollars for alienation of Li las' affections. Joke, eh? He claims there was a common-law marriage and he’ll get the coin.” “But Mrs. Hammou?" “The evidence is in her hands al ready—dates, places, photographs, ev erything. She’ll win her suit, too.” “Were you by any chance working for Mrs. Hammou?” Divining Ills sister’s prejudice, Jim lied promptly and convincingly. “Why. Mrs. Hammon, of course. 1 had a chance to turn a few dollars, and I took it.” “But why did you drag me in? Couldn’t you keep me out of it? This is dreadful.” As she ran her eye over the article she saw that it was quite in harmony with the general tone and policy of the paper, which catered to the Jaded throngs of the Tenderloin. Truth had been cunningly distorted; flippancy, sensationalism and, a sala cious double meuning ran through it all. “What’s dreadful about It?” inquired her brother. “That sort of advertising does a show-girl good. You’ve got to make people talk about you, sis, and this’ll bring a gang of high rollers your way. You've been so blamed proper j that nobody's interested in you any more.” For r moment Lorelei scrutinized her brother in silence, taken aback at his outrageous philosophy. .lira had changed greatly, she mused; not until very lately had she observed the full measure of the change in him. Ha was no longer the country boy. the play mate and confidant of her youth, hut a man. sophisticated, hard, secretive. He had been thoroughly Manhattnnized, she perceived, and he was as foreign to her as a stranger. Slip shook her head hopelessly. “You're a strange brother." she said. “I hardly know what to make of you. Has the city killed every decent in stinct in you. Jim?” “Now. don't begin on the Old Home stuff.” he replied, testily. “Do you really intend to marry' a bunch of coin?" “That's (he program, isn't it? I’ve been raised for that and nothing else.” “Well* inn can't put it over, so i guess it's up to me.” After a moment he added. “Would you accept Merkle?" Lorelei shivered. “Oh—no! Not Mr. Merkle." “Humph! You ought to cousider the rest of us a little bit. Pa could be cured, ma'd lie happy. I could get c^» my feet. IIow about Bob Wharton?” “Let’s not talk about if. please. Mr. Wharton is getting nasty, and—I'm be ginning to lie afraid of him.” I II net von could land lilin— “Please. 1—don’t want to think nlmut it. I dare say I'll tiring myself to marry some rich man some day: but—Merkle—Wharton—” She shud dered for a second time. ”[f Mr. Wharton is serious this scandal will scare hint off. or else he’ll become— just like the others. I could cry. He threatened me tonight; I don't know how I'll manage to avoid him tomor row night.” “Hm-m! lie's coming that strong, eh?” was Jim’s interested query: but on hearing his sister's account of the young millionaire's determined pursuit he volunteered in his offhand way to assist her. “I'll come for you myself, and we'll whip over to a cafe for supper.” “You’ll save me from him.” said Lo relei. with a wan smile, “and I'll know that 3’ou are in good company for one evening at least." “Don’t lose any sleep over my hab its.” he told her. lightly. As Jim and his mother breakfasted together on the following morning he broached the subject of his recent con versation with Lorelei. “She's sore about the story.” he said. “We had a long talk last night.” "I knew she would lie. and I'm not sure it was a good thing." “We'll drag something out of it if you do your part. Merkle will pay. Don't mention money—nothing but marriage — understand? Outraged motherhood, ruined daughter, blasted career—that’s yours. I’ll be the broth er who's in the position of a father to her. I can threaten, but you mustn't. Goldberg will close for us." “I don’t see why we have to divide with a lawyer, when it's our affair and we can handle it ourselves." his mother complained. “I tell .von it’s got to go through the regular channels. This was Meleher’s Idea, and, since I'm in on the Ham mon money. Max is entitled to his bit of this. (See! If she'd only told us she was going out with Merkle we might have framed something worth while—I don’t mind telling you this is a pretty weak case." "Wouldn’t he marry her?" "Not a chance. In the first place, she wouldn't have him. Hob Wharton is the white hope." “She hates him. too. Goodness knows what we’re going to do with her.” “I think she'll stand for Wharton if we work tier right: it's him or noliody. Site's getting harder to handle every day. though, and one of these times she'll fall for some rummy. If she ever does lose her head site'll skid for the ditch, and we ean kiss ourselves goodby. Site’ll lie as easy to steer ns a wild Itottr by the taTI. I guess you're sorry now that you didn't listen to me and let Max handle her before she got wise.” "I wouldn't feel safe witli any of that crowd. I'd be terribly afraid.” Mrs. Knight shook Iter head dubiously. "Say! Site's got you doing it, too. Why, they don't take a chance. Gold berg handies the legal end. and his brother is in the legislature. Hut that’s not all: Melrher’s partner in his gam bling house is Inspector Snell. Yon can't beat that.” “Just the same. I'm frightened—and this isn’t honest. I wish she woah listen to Robert Wharton.” James winked meaningly. “Leavi that to me. She's going to Proctor^ with me tonight. Maybe he’ll join us Rut meanwhile we’ve got Merkle fo some quick money if we work hin right. Pin off for Goldy’s office now I’ll meet you at three.” When Jim appeared, dressed for th street, lie gave a bit of parting advice “Better lay on the hysterics whe she wakes up. It’ll make it easier fo me tonight.” Lorelei found her mother visibly up set by the story in the morning’ newspaper. •‘Yon told me you only went to sup per with that inan,” Mrs. Knight cried tragically. “Instead of that you tw« were off in the country together al night. Here's the whole thing.” Shi brandished the paper dramatically. “Well, I told you a tib. But there'i no harm done." “Harm, indeed? You're ruined. never read anything more disgraceful f daren't show it to Peter—it woulf kill him. What ever possessed you after the way we’ve watched over you after the care we've taken of you' It’s terrible.” “Why. mother! You're more insult ing than that newspaper. The careei of a show-girl is something of a joke.’ Lorelei undertook to laugh, but the at tempt failed rather dismally. “Indeed. What will the other mer say? You had a character: nobod} could say a word against yon nntl now. I)o you think any decent mat! would marry a girl who did a tiling like this? Of course, I know you're c good girl, bur they don’t, and tbey'l believe absolutely the worst. You’ve spoiled everything, my dear; I'm com pletely discouraged.” Mrs. Knight be gan to weep in a weak, lieart-brokei manner, expecting I.orelei to melt, as usual; init. seeing something in het daughter's expression that warned liet not to carry her reproaches too far, she broke out: “You’re so hard, so unrea sonable. Don’t you see I'm frantic with worry? You're all we have, anc —and tlie thought of an injury to yout prospects nearly kills me. You mis understand everything I say. I—wist you were safely married and out ol danger. I think I could die happy then It means so much to all of us to have you settled right away. Peter is fail ing every day; Jim is going to the dogs and—I’m sick over it all." “I wish I were married and out o! the way. You would al! he fixed. a1 least. I—don’t much care about my “I Wish I Were Married and Out o* the Way " self.” Lorelei sighed in hopeless wear Iness of spirit, for variations of thi. sceue had been common of late, anc they always titled her with the black est pessimism. Does it occur to you that Ado ree, “the most vicious woman on the stage,’’ will show what a really fine character she is by getting Lorelei out of the clutches of her greedy, cold blooded mother and away from the rottenness of the young girl’s present life? CTO BE CONTINUED.)_ REVEAL TREND OF CURRENTS Travel of Bottles Dropped Into the Ocean Convey Information to the Navy Departments. The hydrographic bureau of the navy department is always interested in endeavors to ascertain, by means of bottle messages, information as to the movements of the oceans. These bottles contain papers that have been dropped overboard Irom vessels in many places, to drift at the mercy of the winds and waves. Many of them have been found and picked up either In the open sea or on shores where they have been stranded. Knowing from their records where the bottles had been thrown over board, the bureau has been able to trace, in a general way, the path they must have followed in order to reach the places where they were found. In one report alone there were pub lished' the adventures of over one hun dred bottles. Being partially filled with air and then securely corked, the bottles float on the surface of the water and go wherever the wind and the current of the sea carry them. Each bottle con tains a record of the place and the date of its starting. Some of those found have floated for many months, and sometimes years, and have trav eled thousands of miles. It has been found that bottles dropped overboard between the shores of the United States and England or France usually travel toward the northeast, following the course of that great river In the Atlantic ocean, the gulf stream. Bottles started off the coasts of Spain and Africa travel, as a rule, westward until they arrive among the West India Islands. Along the European side of the ocean the bottle takes a southerly course and along the American side a northerly course. Sailors Do Own Washing. Did you ever notice how spic ami span Uncle Sam's Jackies always look when they are on shore leave 01 aboard ship? And did you ever real ize that Jack is his own washwoman 1 They have washdays aboard the fight ing ships as well as the housewives have theirs. Every man has to b< on tho joh when the boatswain’s mats orders “Wash Clothes.” in the ole : days this was some task. Each mar I had to wash his soiled clothes in s ! bucket of water and hang them or the line to dry. But on the newest, battleships washing and drying ma j chines have been installed which dc away with all hand work and muck labor. The old familiar sight of a long line of clothes strung up is nc longer to be seen. Also the boatswain's mate has forgotten how to pipe “wask clothes.” When Jack's apparel is soiled he Just throws it into the wash ing machine and in a few minutes it comes out clean and dry. Device Takes Place of Nets. One way of catching herring is by driving nails into a hoard so that they stick out several Inches. The boards are then dragged through the shoals and the fish> catch between the nails and are pulled by the boardful into thi boats. In one year more than 1,000, 000 pounds of herring were caught at Prince Rupert and frozen by the cold storage plants to be sold for bait Something like 125,000 pounds of cod fish are annually token for the same purpose.—The Christian Herald. EXCELLENT Returning Tourists Speak Well of Their Treatment in Canada. The Canadian Government, having made extensive preparations during the last few years to impart to the National Park system a degree of com fort and pleasure to the visitor, com bining the best efforts of man with the very best gifts of creation, hns now the satisfaction of seeing an apprecia tion of the efforts they have made. Tourists returning from a trip over the Canadian Pacific, the Grand Truuk Pacific and the Canadian Northern railways speak enthusiastically of the beauties that are revealed as these roads enter and pass through the mountains. The Government has spent enormous sums of money laying out roads, and developing easy means of access to glacier, hill, valley, lake and stream. For what purpose? That the wonders that Canada possesses In its natural parks may become more easily accessible and afterward talked about, that a tourist travel through Canada *• would result. Tourist travel means business, and It is business that Can ada seeks. To make It even more easy for this travel, the Government hus .taken pains to make every step of the tourist’s entry into Canada one that will give the very least degree of trou ble. On (Tossing the border, there Is only the ordinary examination of bag gage, and the only precaution is that in the case of foreign aliens, and even in their case there is no difficulty when the officials are satisfied that they are not attempting entry as ene mies. Although officials of the Government have taken every means to bring to the attention of the tourist and others that no difficulty could be placed in the way of their admission, there still remained doubt in the minds of some. Only the other day the Government took action again, and authorized the statement that no measures taken for recruiting the forces either have been or will be applied to any persons who are not ordinarily resident in the Do minion. Nor Is it the Intention to ask for volunteers except from among Brit ish subjects, resident In Canada. More over, ths Military Service Act, under which conscription is applied in Great Britain, affects only persons "ordinar ily resident in Great Britain.” Americans and British subjects resi dent in the United States who de sire to visit Canada will find no more trouble at the border than they have experienced in the past, and npon ar riving they will be made as welcome as ever. War conditions of any kind will not inconvenience or interfere with them. The Immigration authorities sug gest that, as a precaution against in convenience, naturalized Americans whose country of origin was one of those at war with the British empire, should provide themselves with their certificates of naturalization. Now that it is impossible to visit Europe, the planning of your vacation trip through Canada is one to give consideration to. The Government has taken an active interest in its Na tional Parks in the heart of the Rocky mountains. These can be reached by any of the lines of railways, and the officials at these parks have been ad vised to render every attention to the visiting tourists, who in addition to see ing the most wonderful scenery in the world—nothing grander—nothing bet ter—have excellent wagon and motor roads, taking them into the utter re cesses of what was at one time con sidered practically inaccessible. In addition to this the tourist will not be inactive to the practical pos sibilities that will be before him as he passes over the great plains of the Western Provinces. The immense wheat fields, bounded by the horizon, no matter how far you travel. The wide pasture lands, giving home and food to thousands of heads of horses and cattle. 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