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He would have been called a dream er of the most imaginative class who, thirty-five years ago, when the North west country became a possession of Canada, prophesied the present pros perity in the lapse of so short a period of time. Three transcontinental rail ways have been financed through on the ample assurance there is business in the west to warrant their construc tion, and resources to liquidate the consequent indebtedness. Manitoba in the eastern portion of the country was created a province a year after the purchase from the Hud son Bay Company in 1870. In 18S2, the western country was tapped by the extended main line of the C. P. R. That year also territorial government was established, the remaining out lying country being converted into four* territories—Alberta. Assiniboia, Saskatchewan and Athabasca—with a contral government for all at Regina. The few thousand people of those days have grown into the half million of to-day. Let us now note some of the evi- Jr.. In Manitoba there were grown in 1904 41,600,000 bushels of wheat and other farm products in proportion. The first mile of railway was built in the country in 1880, and to-day there are over 6,000 miles of road in opera tion, and further extensions are going ahead as fast as men and money can build them. There are two trunk lines in the country, the C. P. R. and the Canadian Northern, with the Grand Trunk commencing its trans I continental line. In addition to these trunk lines, all systems are extending branches to all sections where there are settlements to patronize them. The grain elevator development is another assurance of the wonderful expansioh of the country, the one fourth of the whole area, or about 95. 000,000 acres of the country traversed by railways being now fairly supplied by elevators. In all there are 1,015 of them in the country with a combin ed capacity of 27,683,000 bushels and erected at a cost of over $55,000,000. In addition to these, elevators at the head of the lakes have storage capac ity of 18,200,000. Fourteen years ago the entire storage capacity of the elevators was 7,628,000 bushels, to-day it is 41,600,000 and increasing yearly from five to ten million bushels. What the settlement of the country will be in the next ten years may well be imagined from the fact that last year the immigration was over 133.00u souls. There are those who believe the grain-producing area of the country must be limited, but results tell a 3r FREE LAND FOR SETTLERS Western Canada To-Day the Country of Oppor tunity for Millions Reaping Record dences of advancement. The first bushel of wheat was shipped in 1882, in fact the first shipment from Mani toba, merely as a sample, was made in 1877. In 1904 there were under all crops, excepting hay, 1,575,000 acres in the western provinces, producing 17,250,350 bushels of wheat, 18,250,640 bushels of oats, and 2,350,420 bushels of barley, realizing a total of about $18,500,000 for the farmers. Threshing No. 1 Hard Wheat in Western Canada. different story. In the northern Peace River country, 900 miles north of the International boundary, wheat is grown every year 62 to 65 lbs. to the' bushel, from 20 to 30 bushels to the acre, and matures in 107 days from sowing. The length of day and there fore the greater amount of summer heat in the 24 hours fully compensate for the disadvantages of latitude. As there are already thrifty settlements, with their grist mills, large fields of grain, numerous herds of live stock in that north country, it only requires the extension of the/ railways now push- Business in the Home. The adoption of business principles in the home is not only one of the ways to obtain happiness, ft Is the ouly way, says Good Housekeeping. We are speaking now of the average house hold composed of an average man and an average woman. And here is the first step toward happiness: First, the husband must have the absolute right to refuse money to the wife second, the wife must have the absolute right to demand money from the husband. It doesn't look like affection, it doesn't seem connubial. But analyze it. i$ ty ik. 5- S I "v." 0 "jr -4? ing on to its confines to bring it to the front as a field for most extensive and profitable settlement! The whole country embraces an area of over 385,000,000 acres and de ducting water and broken land there is plenty of wheat growing territory to produce twenty times over the requirements of Great Britain. As wheat can be grown at $7.50 per acre with wages to the men doing their own work besides, and as year in and year out the yield and price are twenty bushels at 60 cents, the profits are $4.50 per acre. As live stock doubles every three years and grows like wheat while the farmer is sleeping, we expect that this will always be one of the leading feat ures of the agricultural industry. As the Pacific coast or warm winds meh the snow in Alberta almost as rapidly as it falls, the herds of live stock live out on the open prairie the entire year through and are in good condi tion every spring. The native grasses are highly nutritious and retain their qualities the whole winter through, Crop at Battleford. making winter feed as Inexpensive as summer pasturage. As $2,835,516 worth of live stock was marketed in that country in six months of last year an idea may be formed of the proportions it may be led to attain when the country be comes fully settled up. Dairying is the third leading busi ness of the Northwest farmer, and may, like the others be developed while the farmer is sleeping. It ia found that on account of the cost o! farm help, and to avert the expense of erecting suitable buildings for the purpose, the co-operative system is decidedly the best. Under it the en tire management is in the hands of the government under expert opera tives, though control of sales, etc., rests with the patrons. The farmers simply deliver their milk or cream, usually the latter, at the dairies, re ceive monthly advances, and bal ances of proceeds of sales at the close of the year. The schools are free and non-denomi national—national. There is no tax for attendance, the government defrays the greater part of'- the cost of sup port of a highly certificated staff of teachers. There are schools in all country districts where there are a dozen pupils to attend them and the tax is rarely more than $4 a year on every quarter section. As each prov ince—Alberta and Saskatchewan—un der the new provincial autonomy will receive at the start from the Federal government $1,100,000 a yejir, there will be but very inconsiderable taxa tion for any and all provincial pur poses. Fuel is the bugbear of many of the prairie countries. In Western Canada, however, there are but few districts without an ample supply of timber, and as coal of the best quality is everywhere present no farmer being more than 200 miles distant from a mine, and the price never more than $4.50 per ton to him at his door,"it Is $ readiily seen the fuel problem, is al ready solved. As shown above the railways are everywhere tapping new districts where free land is offered to all re gardless of religion or nationality. Even in some of the older parts there is yet plenty of free land. Manitoba having 1,500,000 acres of It. The laDd is there for the asking, and the next ten years will.see a large area of It everywhere dotted with im proved farms, grain elevators and a .rich, prosperous and pre-eminently contented population. Last Shot Brought Death. In the battle of the Sea of Japan the 'Russian vessel Borodino contin ued fighting till she sunk. What was practically her last shot struck the Asahi astern, killing or mortally wounding Ueut Morlshlta and seven others. Lieut. Mortshlta's leg was shot off, but, using hU sword as a crutch, he managed to reach the defek. There he asked for some paper on which to write A fare wall message to the Japanese navy. He scrawled the words: "Banial! die a glorious death." and fell bask dead. K^^fc 4&A* By SEWARD W. HOPKINS, Author ol "Jack Robblns of America," "In thi China Sea," "Two Gentlemen ol Hawaii." "On a Pals* Charge," Etc. Caprrtght, 1895, by ROBERT BOKHCX'I SONS. CHAPTER III. Maubikeck, when we had started from the Garden, had directed the driver to a certain well-known hotel much frequented by show people, and I knew where we were being taken. "But what is this Maligni's hold on the slgnorina?" I asked. "Where does he get his authority over her?" Nita shuddered and crouched closer to the stalwart frame of Maubikeclt. "He is my master by my father's will," she said in a voice that was touching in its plaintive sweetness. "And your father was a performer like yourself, was he not, signorina?" said. "Yes— I will tell you about his death when we reach my rooms." One thing was certain: No-matter how severe, harsh or tyrannical Maligni might be. he certainly was not niggardly in regard to Nita's com fort. Number 112 was but the first of a suite of four rooms, one of which was a parlor, one a cozy little dress ing-room, and the other two. bed rooms, one for Nita and one for the old hag who served her. She stepped rather wearily, I thought, and sank into a chair be tween Maubikeclt and me, resting her hea,d in her hands, as if she felt pain In the temples. I had taken my card from my card *ase and handed it to her. "Signorina," I said, "I have become interested in the mystery that seems to surround you, and beg you will allow me to assist you and Maubikeclt In your efforts to unravel it. That Will tell you who I am." "Well, Signor Wilberton," she said, twirling the card in her hand, "I sin cerely thank you. I am greatly un nerved by }vhat has occurred, and can not understand it. My life is in dan ger, and alone I am unable to combat my unknown enemy." "Now, see here," I said, assuming the authority of a detective, "I saw comething to-night which will be of material interest and aid to us in this matter, but to get at it right, I must know all about your life." Nita passed her hand over her brow, and, after a moment spent in thought, began: I remember little about my mother. She was, as I can see her now, an ordinary woman—of course, an Italian. She died when I was, perhaps, seven years of age. Then my father took me to Madame De Long's school, and placed me there as a regular boarding-scholar. Madame De Long's school is in Albany. My life thfere was very pleasant, I took con siderable interest in my lessons, and advanced rapidly. When I was four teen, I was suddenly called from Ma dame De Long's to a hotel in Utica. I remember it well. It stood near the railroad, and I believe they called it Baggs Hotel. Barnum was in Utica on that day, and, as you know, my father was Barnum's principal trapeze performer. "On this day, my father had grown dizzy and had fallen from his trapeze, and had sustained injuries which, the r.urgeon in attendance said, must cause his death. I was taiten at once to my father's room. I reached there just one hour before he died. Malignl was with him when I arrived, and my father signified a desire for us to approach together. My father spoke to Maligni in a tbngue I did not understand. I have heard the same language since, but cannot recall enough of what was said at that time to translate or to understand. Then my father put my hand in Maligni's and told me in our own language that he was going to die. and henceforth I was Maligni's. Maligni would take his place and wo.uld take care of me. I remember that I sobbed a great deal ard kissed my father, and that a sur geon came and other inen, and then my father died. Maligni attended to everything, and had my father's body taken to Italy for burial. He took me there also. I never went back to Madame De Long's. Maligni informed me that under the terms of the con tract by which he took me, I was to fill the place of my father and become an actress on the trapeze. Oh, the shame of it nearly killed me! I wept and pleaded with him, but all to no purpose. He was not to be moved by my tears or my prayers, and in the house at which we lived he had one room fitted up as a training-room. Here I was compelled to go through the severest kind of physical training to perfect myself for the trapeze. At first I refused to wear the tights, and was severely flogged. Maligni is a cruel man, and would kill rather than be thwarted. Well, you do not need to be told the details of my hard life. Suffice to say that after nearly four years of severe training, I am before the public in a role that I hate and despise. But what can I do? Maligni is my absolute master. If I ran away from him. he would capture me and bring me back to my degrading life. What can I do?" Nita paused here, as it. she was weary. I had taken a small note-book from my pocket, and was jotting down all the importnat points of her story. Still, there was nothing in it that shed Jhe slightest ray of light on the mys tery in hand. "Now, signorina," I said, let me ask you a question:. Your trapeze is al ways In the care of the same person, Is it not?" *"Not one, but two," she replied. a T» -r\1 "The two attendants are called San cho and Dambo." tA "Describe them," I said. 'W= "Dambo has curly hair. His eyes are small like a snake's, and gleam and glitter all the time. His hatr is not ong, but his mustache is very long and has straight waxed ends." "Ha!" I said. "Dambo is the man we want. He is the fellow who set fire to the ropes." "Dambo!" Nita murmured, "I can hardly believe it. Did you see him do it, Signor Wilberton?" "I saw him fire the second rope, after which he disappeared in the crowd and I could not catch him. We will see to Mr. Dambo later. "Signor ina, now think hard for a Tew minutes. I am going to ask you a strange ques tion." She looked at me with a patient smile on her weary countenance. "You may ask it," she said. "Has anything that you can recall in your life—any incident, any word, any look, any act, seemed to indicate that yon were not Barlotti's daugh ter?" "Signor Wilberton!" she gasped. "Maubikeclt!" The cry was like that of a frightened child, and Maubikeclt drew hearer to her, and placed one of his giant arms around her. "You understand," I continued, "that I don't suggest this as being true, but simply ask the question. You have none of the characteristic fea tures of the Italian race. I should judge you to be either English or American. Now, can you think of any incident at the bedside of your father—" "Stay!" she cried. "Let me think. At my father's bedside—no. I was so confused and frightened and sorrow ful that I scarcely saw. No, there could be nothing. My father gave me to Maligni, and the box—" "Box!" I said, interrupting her. "You said nothing about a box be fore." "It was a red tin box," she said, "locked with a little brass padlock. My lather gave it to Maligni, and said something in the tongue I have since learned was Sardinian. I asked Mali gni once what the box contained, and he said it contained the contract be tween him and my. father." "I would give much to gain posses sion of that box," I said. "Do you know where Maligni keeps it?" "No. I have never seen it since the day my father died." Just then there was a great tramp ing of feet in the hall, which stopped at the door opposite. I opened the door of Nita's room and peeped out. There were three men there—Maligni, with his face all hidden in bandages, my old friend, Doctor Dinsmore, and Major Simmons. The doctor and the major went inside with Maligni, but remained only a few minutes. When I heard them come out, I said: "Signorina, you have already had too much excitement to-night, and you need rest. The first thing to be done is to find Dambo, which I shall set about as soon as I have my burned hands attended to." "Oh, you are too generous and kind," she said. "You are suffering on my account. It is too bad." "It is nothing,". I said. Now we will see the doctor and have our burns dressed. Come, Maubikeclt." He followed me out and I hurried after my iriends. I caught them at the door of the hotel. "Ah, Wilberton!" exclaimed Major Simmons, when I hailed him and Doc tor Dinsmore. "I have been looking for you! How is the girl?" "Nita is all right," I replied. "How is Maligni?" "Maligni is more frightened than hurt," said Doctor Dinsmore. "The bullet was evidently intended for his brain, but missed its mattt. He will be well in a few days." Here I presented the Hon-tamer to toy two friends. "You are not through your work for to-night, doctor," I said. "Maubi keclt's hands are badly burned, and mine in less degree. They must be attended to." We got into the carriage that Mau bikecK had used to bring us to the hotel, and Doctor Dinsmore, at Maubi lteck's request, gave the coachman the address of his office. We were soon there. Maubikeck, being more severely burned than I, was, of course, first taken care of by the physicians. While they were busy I sat Gown near the major. "Well," he said, in a low voice that Maubikeck could not hear, "what do you think of it all, anyway?" "I am more than ever convinced that our original suspicions were cor rect," I replied. "It appears that just before Barlotti died, he gave the girl to Maligni, and also gave him a red tin box which was locked with a brass padlock. At the same time he spoke to Maligni in the Sardinian dialect, which Nita did not understand, and Maligni was apparently very much ex cited and surprised at what he said. Later, Nita asked Maligni what was in the box, and he told her It con tained the contract under which her father had worked." Then I explained the system under which the trapeze acrobat had worked, and repeated Nita's story for the ma jor's benefit. "I agree with you," he said, "that the contents of that red box are Im portant. But how to get It?" Our conversation was interrupted at this point. The major and I walked to my hotel, where he left me. It was two o'clock in the morning when I reached my room. Weariness soon overcame me, and I retired. It seemed to me that I had scarcely slept at all when I was startled from my slumber by a terrific banging at my door. "Who is there?" I shouted. .. 7*^^ "f~~ r"" "It is I—Maubikeck f" was the re-' ply and the voice In which It was uttered was so full of excitement that, unmindful of my scant attire, I sprang to the door to admit my visitor. His face was working with passion, and with a stride he was in my room. "They've gone!" he roared.,"Gone!" "Gone!" I echoed. "Who's gone?" "Signorina Barlotti, Maligni, the old woman, Dambo, and all the rest!" he said, panting with excitement. "I went to their hotel a while ago, and the clerk told me that Maligni and his people—that meant Nita and the hag —left before daylight, and left no in formation as to Where they wefe go ing. They've gone—they've gone! That devil Maligni has taken her away—her—my love—my Nita!" As he ejaculated these words, the lion-tamer strode back and forth in my room. There was a pathos in his grief and rage that touched me even more than my own disappointment did. "But," I said, reassuringly, "they cannot escape us. We will go to Byrnes, Superintendent of Police, and he will catch them for us. Maligni cannot leave New York without being detected." "Maligni can!'' replied Maubikeck. "Maligni could wriggle out of hell, and Satan himself could not prevent him." I hastily dressed, and Maubikeck and I made our way as quickly as pos sible to police headquarters and told our story. Superintendent Byrnes at once sent out orders to his men to make a thorough search lor the party. Leaving the superintendent, a sud den thought rushed upon me—a recol lection of what the major told me about the druggist Tortoni. I hastily told something of this to Maubikeck, and knowing about where the store was located, we hurried there. We found it easily, and rushed in. A woman stood behind the counter. "I want to see the druggist, Tortoni, at-once," I said, imperatively. "He is gone away," she said in broken English. "He is gone to Eu rope." "When did he go?" I asked in am azement. "Yesterday he sailed," was the re ply. Believing this to be a lie, I turned to Maubikeck and said: "It is thicker than we supposed. There are many engaged in the affair." From Tortoni's drug store we went to the hotel where Maligni and Nita had been stopping. There they told me just what they had told Maubikeck. "Have you iany objections to open ing the rooms?" I asked. The clerk smiled. "No," he replied. "Here is the key to 111, and this to 112. You may go up if you want to." We mounted the stairs and entered number 112. It was bare of every thing save the hotel furniture. Just as we were leaving, I happened to see a bit of folded paper on the floor. I picked it up. Reading it, I handed it to Maubikeck. As he read it, his face grew pale and he uttered a fierce curse under his breath. This is what was written on the paper in a pretty, feminine hand: "Maubikeck! Maubikeck! He is taking me away—I do not know where! He is in a frightful temper. I must obey or he will kill me. Follow us find me and rescue me from Ma ligni! I love you, Maubikeck, and only you! NITA." (To be continued.) HE DISLIKED GEORGE ELIOT. Autocratic Ways of Famous Authoress Made an Enemy. When George Eliot was still Miss Evans, and before she had begun to write novels, she used to frequent an old book shop on the Strand, where she left a very unfavorable impression on one young man who was at that time an assistant in John Chapman's shop. His description of her is that of a remarkably ugly young woman of universal knowledge, whose delight it was to use the Socratic method in conversation, but without the Socratic benevolence of intention. The result was that the young men at the dining table (the shop had a boarding house for its employes and guests) who heedlessly hazarded an opinion, were very soon made to feel not only that they knew nothing of the subject un der discussion, Dut that they knew very little indeed of anything. Now, a young man does not relish being badgered and made a fool of by a pretty woman, but it is intolerable to be sat upon by an ugly one—at least such was the feeling of our informant, and one consequence of this treat ment was that in after years, when Miss Evans had become George Eliot, one man could never persuade him self to read "Adam Bede," or to ad mit that the author was other than a very intolerant person and an intol erable intellectual prig.—Harper's Weekly. Lest We Forget. It is a good thing to preserve all im portant historic sites and relics which can" still be identified or are still in existence. We have been far too neg lectful of such things. Through popu lar and official carelessness and some times through sheer vandalism, many precious objects have been lost for ever and some places have become impossible to identify with precision. The lost cannot be restored, but all that still exist may be preserved. 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