WESTERN CANADA
FARMER SECURES
WORLD'S PRIZE
FOR WHEAT
A ROSTHERN , 8ASK. , FARMER
THE LUCKY WINNER.
Sir Thomas Shaughnessy of the Ca
nadian Pacific Railway offered $1,000
In gold as a prize for the best 100 Ibs.
of wheat , grown on the American con
tinent , to be competed for at the re
cent Land Show in New York. In ,
making the competition open , the
donor of this handsome prize showed
his belief in the superiority of Ca
nadian wheat lands , by throwing the
contest open to farmers of all Amer
ica , both United States and Canada.
The United States railways were by
no means anxious to have the Ca
nadian railways represented at the
how and a New York paper comment
ing on the results of the competitions
says that they were not to be blamed ,
as the Canadians captured the most
important prize of the show.
The winner of this big wheat prize
was Mr. S eager Wheeler of Rosthern ,
Saskatchewan , and its winning has
brought a great deal of credit on the
district. The winning wheat was the
Marquis variety , and received no more
attention from Mr. Wheeler than his
other grain , but he is a very particu
lar farmer. His farm is one of the
cleanest and best kept in the Ros
thern district , and this year he won
first prize in a good farm competition
which included every feature of fann
ing and every part of the farm. Last
winter Wheeler was a prize winner
at the provincial seed fair in Regina.
Wheeler is a firm believer in sowIng
Ing clean seed of the best quality pro
curable , consequently his grain is
much sought after by the best far
mers for seed purposes.
Wheeler is an Englishman. He is a
pioneer of Rosthern , coming here fif
teen years ago. In the last six years
he has done much experimenting , par
ticularly in wheat varieties. His farm
resembles an experimental farm. A
long driveway , lined on both sides
with trees , leads to a modest house ,
the home of Wheeler , a modest , unas-
Buming man with the appearance of a
tudent rather than a man engaged In
commercial pursuits.
There are now no free homesteads
to be had in this district , and farm
lands are worth from $20 to $40 per
acre , which a few years ago were se
cured by their present owners , either
as a free gift or purchased at from $5
to $8 per acre.
It Is not many miles from Rosthern ,
vhere the farmer lives , who secured
the first prize for wheat last year at
the National Corn Exposition at Co
lumbus and West of Rosthern , about
150 miles , lives Messrs. Hill and Son ,
who won the Colorado Silver Trophy ,
valued at $1,500 , for the best peck of
oats , also awarded at the National
Corn Show at Columbus in 1910.
Not contented with the high honors
obtained in its wheat , Canada again
stepped forward into the show ring ,
and carried off the Stlllwell trophy
and $1,000 for the best potatoes on
the continent. This time the winner
was a British Columbia man , Mr.
Asahel Smith , the "Potato King , " of
that province. The exhibit consisted
of one hundred and one varieties
drawn from all parts of the province
aggregating in weight one and a half
tons.
tons.At
At the recent Dry Farming Con
gress , held at Colorado Springs , and
at which time it was decided to hold
the next Congress at Lethbridge , in
1912 , the Province of Alberta made a
wonderful showing of grains , grasses
and vegetables.
"At the Congress , Alberta got more
prizes and trophies , ten to one , than
any state of the Union , " said Mr.
Hotchklss to the Edmonton Bulletin.
"We brought back all but the buildIng -
Ing with us , and they offered us that ,
saying we might as well take all that
was going. We would have brought
it along , too , if we had had a flat carte
to put it on. Alberta captured nearly
50 first prizes , 20 seconds , 3 thirds , 9
cups , 40 medals , 50 ribbons and 2
sweepstakes. The grand sweepstake
prize , for the best exhibit by state or
province , a magnificent silver cup ,
was presented to us with much cere
mony at a reception to the Canadians
in the Empress hotel. The presenta
tion was made by Prof. Olin , chair
man of the judging committee , and
the cup was received on behalf of the
province by the Hon. Duncan Mar
shall.
By Way of Excuse.
"Youngleigh has some singular
ideas. "
"What , for instance ? "
"Well , he says it Is mean to profit
by other people's experience after
they've been at all the trouble and
expense of collecting it"
Decidedly Novel.
Ella It was a novel proposal.
Stella What did he say ?
Ella That he begged the proud
privilege af getting up mornings to
build the fire for me.
Dr. Pierce's Pellets , small , sugar-coated ,
easy to take as candy , regulate and invig
orate stomach , liver and Dowels and cure
constipation.
Even though they are all cast In the
earne mold , the size of a dollar de
pends on how many of them you
? have.
/
Our idea of nothing to beat Is the
fellow who brags that he begins
where we leave off !
There isn't much hope for the man
who has no self-respect
SYNOPSIS.
Jack Keith , a Virginian , now a bor
der plainsman , is riding along the Santa
Fe trail on the lookout for roaming wai
pasties of savages. He notices a cami
Cr at a distance and then sees a team
attached to a wagon and at full gallop
pursued by men on ponies. "When Keith
reaches the wagon the raiders have mass
acred two men and departed. He searches
the victims finding papers and a locket
with a woman's portrait. He resolves to
hunt down the murderers. Keltti Is ar
rested at Carson City , charged with the
murder , his accuser being a ruffian named
Black Bart. He goes to jail fully realiz
ing frhe peril of swift border justice. A
companion In his cell Is a negro , who
tells him he Is Neb and that he knew the
Keith family back In Virginia. Neb says
one of the murdered men was John
filbley , the other Gen. Willis Waite. for
merly an officer In the Confederate army.
The plainsman and Neb escape from the
cell , and later the two fugitives become
lost in the sand desert. They come upon
a cabin and find Its lor. occupant to be a
young girl , whom Kefth recognizes as a
Inger he saw at Carion City. The girl
explains that aha car3e there in search of
a brother who harj deserted from the
army. A Mr. HvVley induced her to
come to the c SJfc while he sought to lo
cate her brother. Hawley appears , and
Keith In hiding recognizes him as Black
Bart. Hawlejt tries to make love to the
girl. There W ? a terrific battle in the
darkened tvffn. in which Keith overcomes
Black BarN Horses are appropriated , and
the girl I/no says that her name is Hope ,
Joins Tri the escape. Keith explains his
Blttlatlon and the fugitives make for Fort
Lamed , where the girl Is left with the
hotel landlady. Miss Hope tells that she
Is the daughter of General Waite. Keith
and Neb drift into Sheridan , where Keith
toeets an old friend. Dr. Falrbaln.
CHAPTER XVII. ( Continued. )
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"You say there was no trace ? "
"Nothing to travel on afterforty -
wight hours a posse started out next
morning , soon as they found him
when they got back they reported hav
ing run the fellows as far as Clm-
'
maron Crossing there they go't across
and escaped. "
"Who led the posse ? "
"A. man called Black , I think , " ha
Mttl.
"Black Bart ? "
"Yes , that's the name ; so , I reckon
yJDu didn't bury Willis Waite this time ,
Captain. You wouldn't have thought
Bre was a dead one if you had heard
him swear while he was telling the
Btory it did him proud ; never heard
him do better since the second day at
Gettysburg had his ear shot off
then , and I had to fix him up Lord ,
but he called me a few things. "
Keith sat silent , fully convinced
now that the doctor was telling the
truth , yet more puzzled than ever
over the peculiar situation in which
lie found himself involved.
"What brought the General up
tare ? " he questioned , finally.
"I haven't much idea , " was the
reply. "I don't think I asked him di
rectly. I wasn't much Interested.
There was a hint dropped , however ,
now you speak about it. He's keen after
those papers , and doesn't feel satis-
fled regarding the report of the posse.
It's my opinion he's trailing after
Black Bart. "
The dining-room was thinning out ,
and they were about the only ones left
At the tables. Keith stretched him
self , looking around.
"Well , Doctor , I am very glad to
have met you again , and to learn
Waite is actually alive. This Is a
rather queer affair , but will have to
work itself out. Anyway , I am too
iead tired tonight to hunt after clues
In midst of this babel. I've been in
the saddle most of the time for a
week , and have got to find a bed. "
"I reckon you won't discover such
R. thing here , " dryly. "Got seven in a
room upstairs , and others corded
along the hall. Better share my cell
only thing to do. "
"That would be asking too much
[ can turn in at the corral with Neb ;
E'ye slept in worse places. "
"Couldn't think of it , Keith , " and
the doctor got up. "Besides , you
ileep at night , don't you ? "
"Usually , yes , " the other admitted.
"Then you won't bother me any
so doctor sleeps at night in Sheridan ;
that's our harvest time. Come on ,
md I'll show you the way. When
Horning comes I'll rout you out and
sake my turn. "
Keith had enjoyed considerable ex
perience in frontier hotels , but noth-
ng before had ever quite equalled this ,
; he pride of Sheridan. The product
> f a mushroom town , which merely ex-
sted by grace of the temporary rail-
fray terminus , it had been hastily and
limsily constructed , so it could be
ransported elsewhere at a moment's
lotlce. Every creak of a bed echoed
rom wall to wall. The thin parti-
ions often failed to reach the ceiling
> y a foot or two , and the slightest
loise aroused the entire floor. And
here was noise of every conceivable
dnd , in plenty , from the blare of a
and at the Pioneer Dance Hall oppo-
ite , to the energetic cursing of the
look in the rear. A discordant din
if voices surged up from the street
iclow laughter , shouts , the shrieks of
tromen , a rattle of dice , an occasional
listol shot , and the continuous yell-
Qg of industrious "barkers. " There
V&B no safety anywhere. An exploding
evolver in No. 47 was quite likely to
Listurb' the peaceful slumbers of the
nnocent occupant of No. 15 , and every
ound of quarrel in the thronged bar-
oem below caused the lodger to curl
ip in momentary expectation of a
itray bull * : aoursing toward him
OF THE PLAINS
PAMDALI * PADOISH-
. f UTHOR OF'MY LADY Or THE SOUTH : x
WHEM WiLDERNE5S WAS Kincr ETC.ETC .
lllUSTRATlOHO BY DcARB0RN MCLVILlT'
( Copyright , A. C. HcClur * & Co. . 1910. )
"Oh , You Mean Hope ? Do You Know Her ? "
through the floor. With this to trou
ble him , he could lie there and hear
everything that occurred within and
without. Every creak , stamp , and
snore was faithfully reported ; every
curse , blow , snarl re-echoed to his
ears. Inside was hell ; outside was
Sheridan.
Wearied , and half dead , as Keith
was , sleep was simply impossible. He
heard heavy feet tramping up and
down the hall ; once a drunken man
endeavored vainly to open his door ;
not far away there was a scuffle , and
the sound of a body falling down stairs.
In some distant apartment a fellow
was struggling to draw off his tight
boots , skipping about on one foot
amid much profanity. That the boot
conquered was evident when the man
crawled into the creaking bed , an
nouncing defiantly , "If the landlord
wants them boots off , let him come
an' pull 'em off. " Across the hall
was a rattle of chips , and the voices
of several men , occasionally raised in
anger. Now and then they would
stamp on the floor as an order for
liquid refreshments from below. From
somewhere beyond , the long-drawn
melancholy howl of a distressed dog
greeted the rising moon.
Out from all this pandemonium
Keith began to unconsciously detect
the sound of voices talking in the
room to his left In the lull of ob
structing sound a few words reached
him through the slight open space be
tween wall and ceiling.
"Heli , Bill , what's the use goin' out
again when we haven't the price ? "
"Oh , we might find Bart somewhere ,
and he'd stake us. I guess I know
enough to make him loosen up. Come
on ; I'm goin' . "
"Not me ; this town is too near
Fort Hays ; I'm liable to run into
some of the fellows. "
A chair scraped across the floor as
Bill arose to his feet ; evidently from
the noise he had been drinking , but
Keith heard him lift the latch of the
door.
"All right , Willoughby , " he said ,
thickly , "I'll try my luck , an' if I see
Bart I'll tell him yer here. So long. "
He shuffled along the hall and
went , half sliding , down stairs , and
Keith distinguished the click of glass
and bottle in the next room. He was
sitting up in bed now , wide awake ,
obsessed with a desire to investi
gate. The reference overheard must
have been to Hawley , and if so , this
Willoughby , who was afraid of meet
ing soldiers from the fort , would be
the deserter Miss Hope was seeking.
There could be no harm in making
sure , and he slipped into his clothes ,
and as silently as possible , unlatched
his door. There was a noisy crowd at
the farther end of the hall , and the
sound of some one laboriously mount
ing the stairs. Not desiring to be
seen , Keith slipped swiftly toward the
door of the other room , and tried the
latch. It was unfastened , and he
stepped quietly within , closing it be
hind him.
A small lamp was on the washstand ,
a half-emptied bottle and two glasses
beside it , while a pack of cards lay
scattered on the floor. Fully dressed ,
except for a coat , the sole occupant
lay on the bed , but started up at
Keith's unceremonious entrance ,
reaching for his revolver , which had
slipped to the wrong side of his belt.
"What the hell ! " he exclaimed ,
startled and confused.
The intruder took one glance at him
through the dingy light a boy of
eighteen , dark hair , dark eyes , his
fe * , already exhibiting signs of dis
sipation , yet manly enough in chin
and mouth and smiled.
"I could draw while you were think
ing about it , " he said , easily , "but 1
am not here on the fight. Are you
Fred Willoughby ? "
The lad stared at him , his uncer
tain hand now closed on the butt of
his revolver , yet held inactive by the
other's quiet assurance.
"What do you want to know for ?
"Curiosity largely ; thought I'd like
to ask you a question or two. "
"You you're not from the fort ? "
"Nothing to do with the army ; this
is a private affair. "
The boy was sullen from drink , his
eyes heavy.
"Then who the devil are you ? I
never saw you before- "
"That's very true , and my name
wouldn't help any. Nevertheless ,
you're perfectly welcome to it. I am
How the Late Tom Jounson , In Early
Life , Squirmed Out of Very
Tight Place.
When the late Tom Johnson started
in life he drove a horse car in In
dianapolis.
One night there war a Dig storm
of sleet and snow and the tracks were
almost hidden , Johnson was on the
night shift , and in the slorm he drove
his car two blocks beyan' ' a curve be
fore he realized the car was off the
tracks and slipping along on the ice
He tried to pull the car back and
failed. Thereupon he unhitched the
horses , drove them back to the barn
and left the car where it was.
Next day the superintendent called
him. "Here , Johnson , " he said , "what
do you mean by driving a car off the
track and then leaving it in the
street ? "
"Why. " Johnsom replied , suavely ,
Jack Keith. " No expression of recog
nition came into the face of the other ,
and Keith added curtly , "Shall w
talk ? "
There was a moment's silence , and
then Willoughby swung his feet over
the edge of the bed onto the floor.
"Fire away , " he said shortly , "un
til I see what the game is about. "
CHAPTER XVIII.
Interviewing Willoughby.
Coolly , yet without in the least
comprehending how best to proceed
Keith drew toward him the only chair
in the room , and sat down. Mis
Hope more widely known as Christie
Maclaire had claimed this drunken
lad as her brother , but , according to
Hawley , he had vehemently denied
any such relationship. Yet there must
be some previous association between
the two , and what this was the plains
man proposed to discover. The prob
lem was how best to cause the fellow
to talk frankly could he be reached
more easily by reference to the girl
or the gambler ? Keith studying the
sullen , obstinate face confronting
him , with instinctive antagonism over
his intrusion , swiftly determined on
the girl.
"It was not very nice of me to come
in on you this way , " he began , apolo
getically , "but you see I happened to
know your sister. "
"My sister ? Oh , I guess not ! "
"Yes , but I do , " throwing a con
fidence into his tone he was far from
feeling , "Miss Hope and I are friends. "
The boy sprang to his feet , his face
flushed.
"Oh. you mean Hope ? Do you know
her ? Say , I thought you were giving
me that old gag about Christie
Maclaire. "
"Certainly not ; who Is she ? "
"That's more than I know ; fellow
came to me at Carson , and said he'd
met my sister on a stage west of To-
peka. I knew he was lyin' , because
she's home over in Missouri. Finally ,
I got it out of him that she claimed to
be my sister , but her name was
Maclaire. Why , I don't even know
her , and what do you suppose she
ever picked me out for her brother
for ? "
He was plainly puzzled , and perfect
ly convinced it was all a mistake.
That his sister might have left home
since he did , and drifted West under
an assumed name , apparently never
occurred to him as possible. To Keith
this was the explanation , and nothing
could be more natural , considering
her work , yet he did not feel like
shattering the lad's loyalty. Faith in
the sister might yet save him.
"Perhaps the fellow who told 3rou , "
he hazarded blindly , speaking the first
thought which came to his mind , "had
some reason to desire to make you
think this Maclaire girl was your sis
ter. "
The suggestion caused him to laugh
at first ; then his face suddenly sob
ered , as though a new thought had oc
curred to him.
"Damn me , no , it couldn't be that , "
he exclaimed , one hand pressing bis
head. "He couldn't be workin' no
trick of that kind on me. "
"Whom do you mean ? "
"A fellow named Hawley , " evasive
ly. "The man who claimed to have
met my sister. "
" 'Black Bart' Hawley ? "
The boy lifted his head again , his
eyes filled with suspicion.
"Yes , if you must know ; ne's a
gambler all right , but he's stuck to
me when I was down and out. You
know him ? "
( TO BE CONTINUED. )
Merely Obeyed the Rules
"that's in the rules for drivers and
conductors. "
"In the rules for drivers and con
ductors ? " roared the superintendent.
"Where , I'd like to know ? "
"Certainly. " replied Johnson. "It
says always to be polite to passengers.
Do you remember the kind of a nizht
last night was ? Well , there was a
lady on my car who didn't have an
umbrella and she lived two blocks
from that curve. So I drove her
home. " Saturday Evening Post
No Elevator to Success.
There are men who crowd about the
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taking kindly to the steep stairs of
success and they will never get there !
or anywhere else.
Be sure you are right and then go
ahead. Don't turn around to see il
your neighbors are looking. '
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"I suppose you'll be an agricultur
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"No'm. I'm jest goin' to work on
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No Jury.
"Didn't you give that man a jury
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"Look here , " replied Broncho Bob ,
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