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$ RED CLOUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF -I VM9 w m urn The Last Shot BT FREDERICK PALMER (Copyriolit 1914. by Charles Scribners Sons) SYNOPSIS. At their horns on the frontier between th Browns and Grays Marta Oallanrt and fcer mother, entertaining Colonel Wostsr Sln of the drays, seo Captain Ijiniitron. Staff Intelltsnnc oftlcer of .tho Browns. (Injured by a fall In hla aeroplane. Ten tysara latnr. WeitorllnR. nominal vice but Mai chief of staff, reinforces South l JTlr, meditates on war. and speculates on tths comparative ages of himself and Mar Re, who Is visiting In the Gray capital, fwssterllng calls on Marta. Hho ti-lls him f hor teaching children the follies of war tend martial patriotism, begs him to pre print war whllo he Is chlof of stuff, and predicts that If ho mokes wnr against the Browns ho will not win. On tho march with the 53d of the nrowna Private Stran ky, anarchist, decrlrs wur and plnyeiN lout patriotism and Is placed undrr arrest. Colonel Ijuistron everhcarlng. begs him tt. CHAPTER IV Continued. Then Impulso broke through tho Restraint thnt ecomod to characterize .tho Lanstron of thirty-five. Tho Lan tron of twenty-five, who had mot Icatastropho bocnuHO ho was "wool gathering," asserted hlnmolf. Ho put this hand on Stransky's shoulder. It bras a strong though slim hand thnt Booked as If It had boon trained to do the work of two hands In tho process lot Its ownor'a own transformation. fthns tho old nergennt had seen a gen feral remonstrate with a bravo veteran rwho had been guilty or bad conduct In (Africa. The old colonel gasped at such subversion of the dignity of rank. He saw the army going to the devil. But young Dellarme, watching with eeger curiosity, was sensible of no ifamlllarity In the act It all depended on bow such a thing was done, he was thinking. "We all have minutes when we are ssoro or less anarchists," said Lan tron In the human appoal of ono man to another, "nut we don't want to bo Judged by one of thoso mlnuteB. I got a hand mashed up for a mlstnke thnt 'took only n Bocoud. Think this over tonight before you net. Then, If you are of tho samp opinion, go to the col onel and tell him bo. Come, why not?" "All right, sir, you'ro eo decent about It!" grumbled Stransky, taking tils placo In tho ranks. Hep-bop-hcpt Tho regiment started on Its way, with Grandfather Fraglnl kooplng at his grandson's side. "Makes mo fool young ngain, but It's darned solemn besldo tho Hussars, with their horses' bite a-Jtngllng. Times have certainly changed officers' hands In their pockets, saying 'it you don't mind' to a man that's Insulted jthe flag! Kicking ain't good enough for that traitor! Ought to hnng him area, air, bang and draw him!" I Lanstron watched the marching col umn for a time. "Hep-hep-hep! It's tho brown of the Infantry that counts in tho end," he mused. "I llkod that walleyed giant. He's all man!" Then his livening glnnco swept tho heavens inquiringly. A speck in the ,d1uo, far awny In the ronlme of ntmos Iphoric Infinity, kept growing In slzo until It took tho form of tho wlngB twlth which man flies. Tho plane vol cloned down with steady BwlftneBS, till its racing Hhadow lay large over tho landscapo for a fow seconds before It rose again with beautiful ease and precision. ' "Bully for you, Etzell" Lanstron thought, as he started back to the aeroplane station. "You belong In tho .corps. We ahall not let you return to your regiment for a whllo. You've a cool head and you'd, charge a church tower If that were tho orders." CHAPTER V. A Sunday Morning Call. As a boy, Arthur Lanstron had por alstod In bolng an exception to tho In rfluences of both heredity and environ ment Though his father and both (grandfathers were officers who bo Tiered theirs to bo tho truo gentle man's profession, he had preferred anv kind of mechanical toy to arrang ing tho most.gayly painted tin sol diers "in formation on tho nursery floor; and he would rather read about tho wonders of natural history and electricity than tho campaigns of Na poleon and Frederick tho Groat and mv Lord Nelson. Left to hlH own choice, ho would miss tho parado of tho garrison for Inspection by an ox cellency In order to ask questions of a man wiping the oil off his hands with cotton-wasto, who was far more enter taiulng to him than tho moat spick-end-spun ramrod of a sergeant. Upon being told ono day that ho was to go to tho military school the follow Ins: autumn, he broke out In open re bellion. I "I don't want to. go to the army!" he said. 1 Why!" asked his father, thinking that when tho boy had to give his rea sons ho would soon bo argued out of the heresy. "It's drilling a fow hours a day, then nothing to do," Arthur replied. "All your work waits on war and you don't know that there will ovor bo any war. It walta on something nobody wants to happen. Now, If you manufacture something, why, you seo wool come out cloth, stool come out an autorau "bile. It you build a bridge you seo It rising llttlo by little. You'ro getting youi results every day; you see your mistakes and your successes. You're making something, creating some thing; there's something going on all tho whllo that Isn't guesswork. I think that's what I want to say. You won't order mo 19 bo a soldier, will you?" Tho father, loath to do this, called In the aMilstance of an able ploador then, Eugene Partow, lately become chief of staff of tho Browns, who was an old friend of tho Lanstron family. Partow turned tho bnlanco on tho side of filial nffcctlou. Ho kopt watch of the hoy, but without favoring him with Influ ence. Young Mjnstron, wno wanton u seo results, had to earn thorn. He real ized in practlco tho truth of Partow's saying that there was nothing ho had over learned hut what could bo of boiv ico to him b nn officer. "Finding enough work to do?" Par tow would ask with a chucklo when they mot In these days; for ho had nmilo Lanstron both' chief of Intelli gence nnd chief neroetntic officer. Young Colonel Lanstron's was tho duty of gaining tho socrets of tho Gray staff nnd keeping those of tho Brown nnd organizing up-to-the-moment effi ciency in tho new forces of tho air. Ho had remarked truly enough that tho Injury to hlB loft hand served as a better reminder against the folly 'of wool-gathering than a string, oven a large red string, tied around his fin ger. Thanks to skillful surgery, tho fingers, Incapable of spreading much, were yet serviceable and had a Arm grip of the wheel us he rose from the aeroplane station on tho Sunday morn ing after Marta's return home for a flight to La Tlr. Ho know tho pattern weaving under his foot as ono knows thnt of his own garden from an overlooking window. Every detail of tho staff map, ravlnea, roads, buildings, battery positions, was stitched together in the flowing reality of nctunl vision. No white posts were necessary to tell him whoro tho boundary between tho two nations lay. Tho lino waB drawn In his brain. Now thnt Lanstron was the organ izer of tho aviation corps his own flights wore rnro. Mostly they were mndo to La Tlr. HIb visits to Mnrta woro his holidays. All tho tlmo that sho was absent on her Journey around the world they had corresponded. Her letters, bo rovcallng of herself and her peculiar angles of observation, formed a bundle sacredly preserved. Her mother's Joking reference about her girlish resolution not to marry a sol dier often recurred to him. There., ho Bomofimes thought, was tho real ob staclo to his great desire. When he alighted from tho piano ho thrust his loft hand Into his blouao pockot. Ho always carried It there, ns if It were literally sewn In place. In niomentB of emotion tho aenrred norvps would twitch as tho telltale of his sonultlvcnoss; and thlB was some thing ho would ronccal from others no matter how conscious ho was of It him self. Ho found tho Gnllnnd veranda deserted. In response to his ring n mnld camo to tho open door. Hor face was sad, with a beauty that had prematurely faded. But It lighted pleasurably In recognition Her hair was thick and tawny, lying low over tho brow; her eyes woro a softly luminous brown and her full 111 sensi tive and yielding. Lanstron, an inti mate of the Gallaud household, knew hor story well and the part that Marta had played in it. Some tour years previously, when a baby was in prospect for Minna, who wore no wedding ring, Mrs. Galland had been Inclined to send the maid to an Institution, "whero they will take good care of her, my dear. That's what such Institutions are for. It is quite scandalous for her and for ub never happened In our family before!" Mnrta arched her eyebrows. "Wo don't know!" she exclaimed Bottly. "How can you think such a thing, lot alone saying It you, a Galland t" hor mother gasped In Indignation. "That Is, If wo go far back," said Maria. "At all events, wo have no precedent, eo lot's establish ono by kooplng her." "But for her owii sake! 8he will have to live with hor shamo!" Mrs. Galland objected. "Lot her begin afresh In tho city. We shall give her a good recommendation, for sho Is really an excellent servant. Yes, she will readily tlnd a place among strangers." "Still, she doesn't wnnt to go, and It would be cruol to send hor away." "Cruel! wny, marta, ao you ininK I would be cruel? Oh, very well, then wo will let hor stayl" "Both are away at church. Mrs. Gal land ought to bo horo any minute, but Miss Onllaud will bo lator becauso of her children's class," said Minna. "Will teon on Intimate terms with sugar or1 Jam. "How do you do, flying eoldlcr man?" chirruped Clarissa Eileen. It was evi dent that she held Lanstron In high favor. "Lot me hear you say your namo," said Lanstron. Clarissa Eileen was triumphant. Hho had boon waiting for days with the revelation when he should make thut old request. Now she enunclnted It with every vowel and consonant cor roctly and primly uttered; Indeed, she repoatod It four or five times In proof of complete mastery. "A pretty nnme. I've often wondered how you camo to give It to her," said LanBtron to Minna. "You do like It!" exclaimed Minna with girlish eagerness. "I gave her tho most beautiful name I could think of becauso" she laid her hand caress ingly on tho child's head and a madonna-like radiance stole into her face "becauso she might at least have a beautiful name when" the dull blaze of a recollection now burning In her eyes "when there wasn't much pros pect of many beautiful things coming Into her lire; though I know, ot course, that tho world thinks she ought to bo called Maggie." Proceeding leisurely along tho main path of tho first terrace, Lanstron fol lowed It past tho rear of tho houso to tho old towor. Long ago tho moat that surrounded the castle had been filled In.. Tho green of rows of grapo vines lay against tho background of a mat of Ivy on the ancient Btono walls, which had been cut away from the loopholes set with window class. Tho door was open, showing a room that had been clnsed In by a celling ot boards from the walls to the circular stairway that ran aloft from tho dungeons. On the floor of flags were cheap rugs. A num ber of soed and nursery catalogues were piled on a round table covered with a brown cloth. "Hello!" Lanetron called softly. "Hello!" he called louder and yet louder. Receiving no answer, he retraced his steps and seated himself on the second terrace In a secluded spot In the shadow of the first terrace wall, where ho could see anyone coming up tho main flight of steps from the road. When Marta walked sho usually came from town by that way. At length tho sound of a slow step from another di rection broke on his ear. Somo ono was approaching along tho path that BTfja :jlliin SHl ""aHi Lanstron started toward tho steps that Marta was ascending. Sho moved leisurely, yet with a certain springy energy that suggested that she might have como on the run without being out of brcuth or seeming to have made an effort. "Hello, Btranger!" sho called as she saw him, and quickened her pace. "Hollo, pedagogue!" ho responded. As they shook hands thoy swung tholr arms back and forth like a pair of romping children for n moment. "Wo had a grand Besslou of tne school this morning, the largest clasB over!" she said. "And tho points wo scored off you soldiers! You'll find disarmament already In progress when you return to headquartors. We're Ir resistible, or nt least," she added, with a flash of Intensity, "we're going to be some day." "So you put on your wnr-palnt!" "It must bo tho pollen from the hy drangeasl" She flicked her handkor chief from her belt and passed It to him. "Show that you know how to be" useful!" He performed the taak with dollb crate care. "Heavens! You oven have Borne on your oar and some on your hair; but I'll leave it on your hair; it's rather be coming. Thero you are!" he concluded. "Oft my hulr, tool" "Very well. 1 always obey orders." "I oughtn't to have asked you to do It at ull!" she exclaimed with a Bud den change of manner as they started up to the house. "But a habit of friendship, a habit of liking to bellevo In one'e friends, was uppermost. I forgot I oughtn't even to have shaken hnnds with you!" "Mnrta! What now. Marta?" ho asked. j Ho had known hor In reproach, In anger, In laughing mockery, in mili tant seriousness, but never before like this. Tho pain und indignation In her eyes camo not from tho sheer hurt ot a wound but from tho hurt of Its source. It was as It ho had learned by the signal ot Its loss that he had a deoper hold on hor than ho had real ized. "Yes, I havo a bone to pick with you," she said, recovering a grim son of fellowship. "A big bone! If you'ro half a friend you'll give me the very marrow 01 11. "I am ready!" ho answered more pa thetically than philosophically. "There's not tlmo now; after lunch eon, when mother 1b taking her nap," she concluded as they came to the last step and saw Mrs. Galland on tho veranda. Ater luncheon Mrs. Galland kept bat- "On my recommendation you or. him," Lanstron said. "Yes, on yours, Lnnny.on a friend's! You" sho put a cold emphasis on the word "you wanted him hero for your plans! And why? You haven't an swered that yet. What purpose of tho war game does he sorvo In our gar den?" His look pleaded for patience, while he tried to smile, which was rather dif ficult In faco o' her attitude. "Not altogether In tho garden; part ly In tho tower," he replied. "You are to bo In tho wholo secret and In such a way as to make my temptation clear, I hope. First, I think you ought to see the setting. Let us go In." Impelled by a curiosity that Lan Htron's manner accentuated, Bho en tered the room. Apparently Lanstron was familiar with tho premises. Pass ing through tho Blttlng-room Into tho room adjoining, whoro Feller stored his tools, he opened a door that gavo on to tho circular stone steps leading down into the dungeon tunnel. "I think we had better havo a light," ho said, and when he had fetched one from tho bedchamber ho descended tho Btopa, nsktng her to follow. They were In a passage six feet in ,helght nnd about three feet broad, which seemed to leud on indefinitely Into clammy darkness. Tho dewy wulls sparkled In fnntnBtlc and ghostly Irldcscenco under the rnyB from tho lantern. Tho dank air lay molBfagalnst their faces. "This Is far enough." Ho paused and raised the lantern. With its light full In hor face, sho blinked. "There, at tho height of your chin!" She noted a metal button painted gray, Bet at tho side of ono of tho stones of the wall, which looked un real. She struck the Btono with her knuckles and It gave out the sound ot hollow wood, which waB followed, as an echo, by a little laugh from Lan stron. Pressing tho button, a panel door flew open, revealing a telephone mouthpiece and rocolver sot In the recess. "Like a detective play!" were the first words that sprang to her lips. "Well?" As she faced around her eyes glittered In tho lantern rays. "Well, have you any other little tricks to show mo? Are you a slelght-of-band artist, too, Lanny? Are you going to take a machine gun out of your hat?" "That is tho wholo bag," he an swered. "I thought you'd rather' see It than havo it described to you." "Having seen ft, let us go!" sho said. In a manner that Implied further reck oning to come. "If out of A Speck In the Blue Far Away. vou wait on tho veranda?" Ha was saying that he would stroll In tho garden whon childish footsteps Do you want to go?" were nutuu " , .... curly hood had noBtlod against tho mothor'B skirts Its owner, romlnded of tho Importance ot manners In tho world whero tho stork had loft her, made a curtesy. Lanstron Bhook a small hand which must have lately ran at his feet Around the corner of tho wall, In his workman's Sunday clothes of black, but wearing his old straw hat, appeared Feller, the gar dener. He paused to examine a rose bufih and LanBtron regarded him thoughtfully. As he turned away ho looked up, and a glance of definite and unfalter ing recognition was exchanged be tween tho two men. Thoy had the garden to themselves. "GuBtavo!" Lanstron exclaimed un der his breath. "Lanny!" exclaimed tho gardener, turning ovor a branch of tho roso buah. Ho seemod unwilling to risk talking openly with Lanstron. "You look tho good workman In his Sunday beBt to n T!" said Lanstron. "Being etonodoaf," returned Feller, with a traco of drollery In his voice, "I hear very woll at tlmos. Toll me" his whisper was qulvorlng with eagerness "shall we tight? Shall we fight?" "We are nearer to It than wo havo ever boon In our tlmo," Lanstron re plied. The hat still shadod Feller's face, his stoop was, unchanged, but the branch In his hand shook. "HoneBt?" ho exclaimed. "Oh, the chance of Itl Tho chance of It!" "Gustavo!" Lanstron's volco, still low. camo In a gust ot sympathy, and tho pockot which concealed hla hand want mo to." gavo a norvous twitch as It It hold something alive and distinct from his own being. "Tho trial wears on youl tllngN with her nods until naturo was victorious nnd she fell fast asleep. Marta, grown restless with Impatience, suggested to lanstron that they Btroll in tho garden, and they took tho path past the house toward the castlo tower, stopping In an arbor with high hedges on either Bide around a statuo of Mercury. "Now!" oxclalmed Marta narrowly. "It was you, Lanny, who recomraond cd Foller to ue as a gardener, compe tent though deaf! I havo proved him to bo a man of most sensitive hearing. I didn't let him know that he was dis covered. You brought him here you, Lanny, you nro the ono to explain. "True, he Is not deaf!" Lanstron re plied. "Ho is a spy?" she asked. "Yes, n spy. You can put things In a bright light, Mnrta!" Ho found words coining with dllllculty in face of tho pain and disillusion of her set look. "UBlng somo man as a pawn; setting him as a spy in tho garden where you havo been tho welcome friend!" Bho exclaimed. "A spy on what on my mother, on Minna, on mo, on tho flow ers, ns a part of this monstrous game of trickery and lies that you are play-lnir?" There waB no traco of anger In her tone. It woe that of one mortally hurt. Angor would havo been easier to bear than the measuring, penetrating won der that found him guilty of such a horrible part. Those eyes would have confused Partow hlmBelf with the steady, welling Intensity ot their gaze. Sho did not see how his left hand waa twitching and how ho stilled Us move ment by pressing It agalnet tho bench. "You will take Feller with you when you go!" sho Bald, rising." Lanstron dropped his head In a kind of shaking throb of his wholo body and raised a faco whlto with appeal. "Marta!" He was speaking to a pro file, very scnsltlvo and yet llko Ivory. "1'vo no excuso for bucIi an nbuso of hosnltallty except tho obsession of a loathsome work that some mnn must do and I was set to do. My God, Marta! I cense to bo natural ami human. I am a machine. I keep thinking, what If war comes and some error of mlno let tho enemy know whoro to strike tho blow of victory; or If thero were Infor mation 1 might have gained and failed to gain that would havo given us tho victory If, becnueo I had not dono my part, thousands of lives of our soldiers woro sacrificed needlessly!" At that she turned on him quickly, hor faco softening. "You do think of that the lives?" "Yes, why shouldn't I?" "Of thoso on your side!" she ex claimed, turning away. "Yes, of thoso flrot" ho replied. "And, Marta, I did not toll you why Feller waB here becauce he did not a thousund possible sources one source succeeds, then tho cost nnd pains of tho other nlno hun dred and ninety-nine are rnoro thun re paid," ho waa saying urgently, the boI dler uppermost In him. "Some of the best service wn huve had has been ab Burd In Its simplicity and its audacity. In time of war more than ono battle hae been decided by a thing that wub a trifle In Itself. No matter what your preparation, you can never remove the element of chance. An hour gained in information about your enemy'B plans may turn the tide In your favor. A Chinese peasant spy, becauso he hap pened to be Intoxlcnted, was able to give the Japanese warning in time for Kurokl to mako full dispositions for receiving the Russian attack In force at tho Slia-ho. Thero ure many other Incidents of llko nature In history. So Is is my duty to neglect no poeslblo method, however absurd." By this tlmo ho was at tho head of tho stops. Stnndlng to one Bide, ho of fered his hnnd to assist Marta. But sho seemed not to seo It Her aspect was that of downright antagonism. "However absurd! Yes, It Is absurd to think that you can mako me a party to any of your plans, for" She broke off abruptly with staring eyes, aB It she had seen an apparition. Lanstron turned and through the door of the toolroom Baw Feller enter ing the sitting-room. He was not the bent, deferential gardener. His fea tures were hard-sot, a fighting rage burning In his eyes, his Blnews taut as If about to spring upon an adver sary. Whon ho rocognlzod the In truders he turned limp, his head dropped, hiding hlB face with his hat brim, and he steadied himself by rest ing a hand on tho table edge. (TO UK CONTINUED.) OVERSIGHT THAT WAS FATAL No l" Foller shot back Irritably. "No!' ho repeated resolutely. "I don't want to go! I moan to be gamo I " He shifted bis gazo from tho bush which he still pretended to examlno and suddenly broke oft with; Galland U coming I" CHAPTER VI. A Crisis Within a Crisis, Following tho path to tho tower leisurely, they had reached tho tower. Feller's door was opon. Marta looked Into tho room, finding In tho neat ar rangement of Its furniture a new slg- "Miss nlflcanco. He was absent, for It was j the dinner hour. Llght-Flngered Gentleman Might Have Got Away With the Coat But for One Thing. A fellow stole a cont hnnging in front of a clothing storo the other aft- teinoon. But tho proprietor was on the Job, and before tho thief was half n block away ho had tho police and most of the neighbors on IiIb trail. Tho poor fellow who had talcen tho coat was really coatless boforo tho crime. And as ho ran no siruggieu Into the .abstracted article, which fit ted him pretty well, all things consid ered. And when he was apprehended, about four blocks from the starting point, he protested his Innocence stoutly. ' "What d'yo mean I stole the coat?" ho said. "I'vo had this coat all sura- mor. Why, I ain't had It off my back for a week!" "You ain't, ain't you?" sneered tho policeman. "An' havo you woro that thoro coat hanger insldo it acrost yer shoulders all that tlmo?" Saying that tho arm of tho law grasped tho Iron hook projecting abovo tho collar, draggod the victim to the corner and callod the wagon. MANITOBA'S AGRICULTURAL INDUSTRY REMARKABLE DEVELOPMENT IN THAT PROVINCE DURING THE PAST FEW YEAR8. Tho pnBt year haB Bhown that th Province of Manitoba, tho Premier Province of Western Canada, stands out prominently In point of wealth In her agricultural productions. Mani toba had an excellent ylold of wheat In 1914, tho oat crop waB not so good, and with the high price rocolved, ovory farmer wns placed In n good financial position. For somo years, aB Is probably tho caso In nil new countries, Manitoba wont largely Into tho growing ot grain, and whilo this paid well for a tlmo, It was found that having to pur chase his meat, his milk and a num ber of other dally rcqulsltce, tho farm did not pay ob It Bhould. Now, there 1b another sldo to It Fodder crops nro grown, cattle are being raised, cheeso factories and creameries are eBtabllBhed, and tho result is that the financial position of tho farmers ol Manitoba Is as strong as that of thoso In any other portion of the continent. Scarcely a farmer today but haa real ized that tho growing of grains alone has a precarious side, and that posl tlvo security can only bo assured by dlvcrsllled farming, and Bccurlng tho latest modern nnd most economic methods. Therefore timothy, clover, alfalfa, ryo grass and fodder corn are universally grown. Most wonderful success meets tho efforts of tho farm ers In tho cultivation of these grasses, and tho yields comparo favorably with thoso of many older countries, while In many cuses they exceed them. It Is worth whllo recording the acre ago of these crops this season as com pared with last, becauBO tho flgurcB re flect tho remarkable progress that Is being made In dairying and In the beef and pork industry. In 1913 bromt I grasB was sown on 24,912 ncreB, rye I grass on 21,917 ncreB, timothy on 118.712 acres, clover on 5,328 acres, al falfa on 4,709 acres and fodder corn on 20,223 acres. In 1914 tho respective ncreago under thoso crops wero 25,444 acres, 27,100 acreB, 165,990 acres. 7,212 acres, and 10,250 acres and 30,430 acres. AlfaUa particularly Is coming Into Its own, tho ncreago having been more than doubled last year. It Ib Himply tho natural process o! evolution from tho purely grain farm ing which Munltoba knew as tho only method twenty years ago to the more diversified forms of agriculture that u responsible for the development along these other lines In this Prov ince. Alberta Is coming to It at an earlier Btago than did Manitoba. Sas katchewan, too, Is following rapldl In the same direction. Then, as her fodder" crop and root crop acreage indicate, thero have been Increases In the holdings of all kinds of live stock during tho past twelve months, according to tho correspond ent for tho Toronto Globe. Beef cattle number 42,000 head thlB year, as against 37,000 last year; milch cows aro 100,474 head, as against 157.963 head; pigs number 325,000 as against 248,000; sheep number 75,000, aB against 52.000; and thero aro 325.000 horses, aB compared with 300,000 at this tlmo InBt year. These aro tho latest Provincial figures, and thoy show that despite tho great efflux of live stock to tho United States Blnco tho opening of that market to Can ada, tho capital amount of live ani mals has Increased Instead of hav ing decreased through tho extra do mand. Dairying the Principal Industry. Dairying is tho Industry, however, which is making dollnra for tho Mani toba farmer It Is developing at a rap Id rato In this Province for that par ticular reason. The output of cream ery butter last year was 4,000,000 pounds, at an average prlc of 27.5 cents per pound, which waa an In crease over the previous year of a million pounds. The output of dairy butter waB recorded last year at 4,288, 276 pounds. Tho Government depart ment sayB that again this year a sub stantial Increaso In tho dairy output will be shown from this Province. From thlB same sourco of Information one finds that through tho Bplendld growth In winter dairying, Winnipeg now, for tho first tlmo iu years, is ablo to obtain a sufficient supply of milk and Bwect crenm from lta city dairies to satisfy Its demand through out tho year without having to import largo quantities of thoso products from tho United States as waB done not longer than two yeara ago. Advertisement Tho loud smack 1b not always the sweetest kiss. Parlor Tricks. Dill Did you ovor take part In any parlor magic? Jill Ob, yes; that's bow my wife I hypnotized me Into marrying her. Ice it "with Van Hou ten's Rona Cocoa instead of choc olate and you'll im prove the cake im mensely. Try it. To day large redcan. 25c ;i I &Mmmmm mmwmmmmmwwtm