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TEE CELINA DEMOCRAT, CELlNA, OHIO
144s BECAUSE HER HUSBAND WILL NOT LET HER HELP TAKE CARE OF THE TWINS, AND BECAUSE SHE HATES IDLENESS, ROSE HAS A VERY SERIOUS DISAGREEMENT WITH RODNEY 8YNOPSIS. Hose Stunton marries Itodney Aldrlch, a wealthy young lawyer, after a brief courtship, and Instantly Is taken up by Chica go's excluHlvn sod nl wet and made a part of the gay whirl of the rich folk. It Is all new to the girl, and for the first few months she Is charmed with the life. And then she comes to feel that she Is living a useless existence, that she Is a social butterfly, a mere ornament In her husband's home. Rose longs to do something useful and to have the opportunity to employ her mind and utilize her talent and educa tion. Rodney feels much the same way himself. lie thinks he ought to potter around In society Just to please his wife, when In reality he'd rather be giving his nights to study or social service of some sort. They try to reach an understanding following the visit of two New York friends, who have worked out satisfactorily this same prob lem. Then Roue decides that her Job as mother Is a big one, and she looks eagerly forward to the great event, but she has twins and Is unable to care for both the babies at once. CHAPTER XIII. 9 The Dam Gives Way. She began getting her strength bnek very fast In the next two or three days, but this queer kink in her emo tions didn't straighten out. She came to see that It was absurd monstrous almost, but that didn't help. Instead of a baby, she had given birth to two. They were hers, of course, as much as one would have been. Only, her soul, which hud been waiting so ecstatically for its miracle for the child which, by making her a mother, should supply what her life needed her soul wouldn't couldn't accept the substitution. Those two droll, thln-volced. squirming little mites that were exhibited to her every morning, were as foreign to her, as If they had been brought Into the house in a basket. When Harriet cume in for the first time to see her, Rose knew. Har riet was living here now, running the house for Rodney, while Rose was luid up. Doing It beautifully well, too, through all the confusion of nurses and all. Harriet said : "I think you're In great luck to have had two at once; get your duty to posterity done that much sooner. And, of course, you couldn't possibly be expected to nurse two great crea tures like that." 1 Rose acquiesced. She would have struggled, though, she knew, but for thut queer trick fate' hud played her. Her heurt ached. When she found thut struggling with herself, denouncing herself for a brute, didn't serve to bring up the feelings toward the twins that she knew any proper mother ought to have, she burled the dark fact as deep as she could, und pretended. It was only before Rodney that the pre tense was really necessary. And with him, really, Jt was hardly a pretense at all. He was such a child himself, in his gleeful delight over the pos session of a son and a daughter, that she felt for him, tenderly, mistily, luminously, the very emotion she wus trying to capture for them felt like cradling his bead in her weak urms, kissing him, crying over him. She wouldn't have been allowed to do that to the babies, anyway. They were going to be terribly well brought up, those twins; thut was apparent from the beginning. They had "two nurses all to themselves, quite apart from 'Miss Harris, who looked after Rose Mrs. Huston and Doris, the maid, who were destined, it appeared, to be as permanent as the babies. But Rose had the germ of an Idea of her own about thut. They got them named with very lit tle difficulty. The boy was Rodney, of course, after his father and grand father before him. Rose was a little afraid Rodney would want the gl.l tmmed after her, and was relieved to tiud he didn't. There'd never In the world be but one Rose for him, he said. So Rose named the girl Portia. They kept Rose In bed for three weeks; flat on her back as much as possible, which wus terribly irksome to her. since her strength und vital ity were coming back so fast. She might have rebelled, had it not been for that gerratnunt Idea of hers. It wouldn't do, she saw, in the light of that, to give them any excuse for call- in her unreasonable. One Sunday morning, Rodney car ried her upstairs to the nursery to see her babies bathed. This was a big room at the top of the house which Florence McCrea had always vaguely intended to make Into a studio. But, In the paralysis of In decision as to what sort of studio to make It, she had left the thing bure. Rodney had given Harriet carte blanche to go ahead and fit It up be fore he-and Rose ceme back from the 1 seashore, and the layette was a monu ment to Harriet's practicality. There j had been a wild day of supplement ing, of course, when It was discovered that there were two bubles Instead of one. The room, when they escorted Rose into It, was a terribly impressive place. The spirit of a barren, sterile efficiency brooded everywhere. And this appearance of bareness obtained despite the presence of un enormous number of articles a pair of scales, a perfect battery of electric heaters f various sorts; rows of vacuum Jars for keeping things cold or hot ; a small sterilizing oven; Instruments and ap pliances that Rose couldn't guess the uses or the names of.1 Mrs. Huston of course, was master of them all and Doris flew about to do her bid ding, under a wutchful eye. , Rose surveyed this scene, just as she would have surveyed a laboratory. or a factory where they make Some thing complicated, like watches. Hints what it was, really. Those two pink little objects, in their two severe ly sanitary baskets, were factory prod ucts. At precise and unalterable In tervals, a highly scientific compound of fats and protelds was put Into them. They were Inspected, weighed. submitted to a routine of other proc esses. And In nil the routine, there was nothing that their mother, now they wee fairly horn, was wanted for. Rose kept those ideas to herself and kept an eye on young Doris, lis tened to the orders she got, nnd stud ied alertly what she did In the execu tion of thern. Rodney hud a lovely time watching the twins bathed. He stood about In everybody's way, made what he con ceived to be alluring noises, and finally turned suddenly to his wife and said "Don't you want to hold them. Rose?" A stab of pain went through her nnd tears came up Into her eyes. "Yes, give them to me," she started to say. But Mrs. Ruston spoke before she could frame the words. It was their feeding hour, a bud time for them to be excited, and the bottles were heated exactly right. By that time Rose's idea had flow ered Into resolution. But she mustn't Jeopardize the success of her plan by trying to put It Into effect too soon. 1 She waited patiently, reasonably, for another fortnight. Harriet, by that time, had gone oft to Washington on a visit, taking Rodney's heurtfelt thanks with her. Rose expressed hers just as warmly, and felt ashamed that they were so unreal. . She simply mustn't let herself get to resenting Hnrriet! At the end of the fort night, the doctor made his final visit. Rose hud especially asked Rodney to be on hand to hear his report when the examination was over. "He says," Rose told her husband, "that I'm perfectly' well." She turned to the doctor for confirmation. "Don't you 7" The doctor smiled. "As far as my diagnostic resources go, Mrs. Aldrlch, you are perfectly well." . Rose smiled widely and contentedly upon them. "Thut's delightful," she and went on for a minute with wtfat slio wus doing to one of the twins. as if she hadn't heard. "Doris Is quite satisfactory, madam," she said at lost. "I'd not udvlse making change. She's a dependable young woman, as such go. Of course I watch her very close." . "I think I cun promise to be de pendable," Rose wild. "I don't know much ubout bullies, but I think I can learn as well as Doris. Anyhow. can wheel them about and wash their clothes and boll their bottles uu things as well as she does. And you cun tell me what to do just as you tell her." To this Inst observation It became evident that Mrs. Ruston meant to make no reply at all. She guve Rose some statistical Information ubout the twins Instead, in which Hose showed herself politely interested, nnd present ly withdrew. Rodney wore a queer expression all through dinner, and when he got Hose alone In the library ufterwurd, ho explained It. Mrs. Huston had given him notice, contingently. Rose had Informed her of her Intention to dispense with the service of the nurse maid. If Rose udUered to this Inten tion, Mrs. Ruston must leave. It wus some soil of ubsurd misun derstanding, of course, Rodtiey con cluded, und wanted to know what it wus ull ubout. "I did suy I meant to let Doris go," Rose explained, "but I told her I meant to tuke Doris' job myself. I said I thought I could be Just as good a nursemaid us she was. And I uieuut It." He was prowling about the room in n worried sort of way, before she got as far as that. "I don't see, child," he exclaimed, "why you couldn't leave well enough alone ! If it's thirt old economy bug of yours again, It's non sense. You, to spend ull your lme doinx meulul work to save me ten dollars u week !" 'It isn't menial work," Rose Insist ed. "It's upprentice work. After I've been at it six months, leurnirig us fust us I cun, I'll be able to let Mrs. Ruston go und take her Jot I'll be really competent to take cure of my own children. I don't pretend I am now." He stared at her In perfectly honest bewilderment. "You're talking rather wild I think, Rose," he said very quiet ly. 'I'm talking what I've learned from you, she said. "Oh, Rodney, please try to forget thut I'm your wife und .that you're In love with me. Can't you just spy: 'Here's A, or B, or X, perfectly healthy woman, twenty-two eurs old, und a little reul work would be good for her?" hlie won, with much pleading, a sort f troubled half-assent from him. The mutter could be tuken up uguin with Mrs. Ruston. Given a fuir field, Rose might have won a victory here. But, as Portia hud said once, the pattern was cut dif ferently. There was a, sudden alarm one night, when hei- little namesake was found strangling with the croup. There were seven terrifying hours al most unendurable hours, while the oung life swung and bulunced over the ultimate abyss. The heroine of those hours was Mrs. Ruston. Thut tlw child lived wus clearly creditable to her. Rose made another effort even after hat, though she knew she was beaten n advance. She waited until the old culm routine wus re-estublished. Then, once more, she asked for her chance. Hut Rodney exploded before she got the words fairly out of her mouth. No," he shouted, "I won't consider It I She's saved that baby's life. You'll ave to find some way of satisfying your whims that wont jeopardize those babies' lives. After thut night good heavens, Rose, huve you forgot ten that night? I'm going to play It safe." Rose paled a little and sat Ivory still in her chulr. There were no miracles nny more. The great dam was swept way. and steady fief voice was. There was even the trace of a smile about her wonderful mouth. "Do you rememfier thut afternoon of ours, the very first of them, when you brought home my notebooks nnd found me asleep on the couch In our old buck purlor? Do you remember how you told me thut one's desires were the only motive power he had? Well, it wus a funny thlug I got to wondering nfterwurd what my desires were, nnd It seemed hadn't any. Everything hud, somehow, come to me before I knew I wanted It, Everything In the world, even your love for mo, came like that. "But I've got a piiMslon now, Rodney. I've hud It for a long while. It's desire I can't satisfy. The thing want and there's nothing In the world I wouldn't give to get It Is, well, your friendship, Roddy; that's a way of suy Ing it." Rodney started und stared at her, The thing struck blm, It seemed, as a sort of grotesquely lrrltutlug antlcll max. "Oraclons heaven t" he said. "My friendship 1 Why, I'm In love with you I That's certainly a bigger thing." "I don't know whether It's a bigger thing or not," she said, "But it doesn't include the other." . He was tramping up and down the room by now. "You've got my frleud- CHAPTER XIV. Rose Surveyed This Scene. to the doctor. "Thanks very suid much. But after he had gone she found Mrs. Ruston in the nursery and had a talk with that lady, which was des tined to produce seismic upheavals. "I've decided to make a little change In our arrangements, Mrs. Rus ton," she said. "But I don't think it's one thnt wIM disturb you" very much. I'm; going to let Doris go I'll get her another place, of course The Only Remedy. She was In the grip of an appalling realization. This moment this actu ally present moment that was going to last only until she should speak for the next time was the critical mo ment, of her life. "Roddy '. . she said. He was slumped down In a big easy chair at the other side of the table, swinging a restless foot; drumming now and then with his fingers. Some sort of scene was Inevitable, he knew. And he sat there waiting for it. He thought he was ready for any thing. But Just the way she spoke his name startled almost frightened him, she said tt so quietly, so tenderly. "Roddy," she said, "I want you to come over here and kiss me, and then go buck und sit down in thut chuir ugaln." He went a little pale at that. The swing of his foot was arrested sud denly. ' But, for a moment, he made no move Just looked wonderingly Into her great, grave eyes. "Something's going to happen," she went on, "and before It's over, Tra afraid it's going to hurt you terribly and me. ' And I want the kiss for us to remember. So that we'll always know, whatever happens afterward, that we loved each other." She held out her arms to him. "Won't you come?" He came a man bewildered, bent down over her, and found her lips ; but almost absently, out of n daze. "No, not like that," she murmured. "In the old way." There was a long embrace. "I don't believe I'd have the courage to do it," she said, "if it were just me. But there's someone else I've made someone a promise. I cun't tell you nbout that. Now please go back and sit over there where you were, where we. can talk quietly. Oh, Roddy, ,1 love you' so I No, please go buck, old man 1 And and light your pipe. Oh, don't tremble like that ! It isn't a tragedy. It's for us, it's the greatest hope in the world." ' " He went back to his chair. He even lighted his pipe as sheasked him to, and waited as steadily as he could for her to begin. ....... "Do you remember' . ; ." she be- "Roddy," She Said, "I Want You Come Over Here and Kis Me." and do her work myself." ' Mrs. Ruston compressed her Hps. I Knu- nn1 11 was remarkable how quiet going to be sure that tuy love for you ship!" he cried out. "It's grotesque perversion of the facts to say you haven't." She smiled at him as she shook he head. "I've spent too many months trying to get It and seeing myself fall oh, so ridiculously 1 not to know what I'm talking ubout, Roddy." And then, still smiling rather sudly, she told him what some of the expert ments hud been some of her attempt to break Into the life he kept locket away from her. "I was angry at first when I found you keeping me out she said, "angry and hurt I used to cry about It. And then I saw It wasn'i your fault. That's how I discovered friendship had to be earned. But her power to maintain that atti tude of grave detachment was ubout spent. The passion mounted In her voice and In her eyes as she went on "You thought my mind had got full of wild Ideas the wild Idea I was pulling you down from something free and fine that you had been, to something thut you despised yourself for being und had to try to deny you were. You were wrong about that, Roddy. "I did have an obsession, but It wasn't the thing you thought. It wus an obsession that kept me quiet, and contented and happy, and willing to wait in spite of everything. The ob session was that none of those things mattered because a big miracle was coming that was going to change it all I was going to have n job at last a job that was just as real as yours the Job of being a mother." Her voice broke in a fierce, sharp little luugh over the word, but she got it back in control aguln, "I was going to have a baby to keep alive with my own care. There wus going to be responsibility and hard work, things that demanded courage and endurance and sacrifice. I could earn your friendship with that, I said, That was the real obsession, Roddy, und It never renlly died until tonight. Well, I suppose I can't complain. It's over, that's the main thing. "And now, here I am perfectly nor mal and well again as good as ever. I could wear pretty clothes again and start going out just as I did a year ago. People would admire me, and you'd be pleased, and you'd love me os much as ever, and It would all be like the paradise it was last year, except for one thing. The one thing Is that If I do that, I'll know this time what I really am." With a dangerous light of anger In his eyes, he said quietly : "It's perfect ly outrageous that you should talk like that, and I'll ask you never to do It again." After ten seconds of silence, she went on : "Why, Roddy, I've heard you describe me a hundred times. Not the you that's my lover. The other you talking nil over the universe to Barry Lake. You've described the woman who's uever been trained nor taught nor disciplined ; who's been brought up soft, with the bloom on, for the pur pose or mnking her marriageable; who's never found her Job in marriage. who doesn't cook, nor sew, nor spin, nor even take care of her own chil dren ; the" woman who uses her charm to save her from having to do hard, ugly things, and keep her In luxury. Do you remember what you've called her, Roddy? "I didn't understand any of that when you married me, Roddy; It was just like a dream to me like a fairy story come true. But I understand now. How can you be sure, knowing that ray position in the world, my friends, oh, the very clothes on my back, and the roof over my head, are dependent on your love how are you Is honest and disinterested? What to keep you from wondering asking question? Love's got to be free, Rod dy. The only way to make It free Is to huve friendship growing uloug mutt ii. ec wnen i can oe your pan' ner and your friend, I'll be your wife too. But not not, Roddy, till I can find a way. I'll have to find It for myself. I'll have to go off . Site broke down over a word she couldn't at first say, burled her face In her arms, and let a deep, rucking sob or two have their way with her, But presently she sat erect ugaln und, with a supreme effort of will forced her voice to utter the word "I've got to go off ulone awuy from you, und stay until I find It. If I ever do, uud you want me. Ml come buck, The struggle between them lasted week a ghastly week, during which. si fur as the surface of things showed, their life flowed along In Its accus tomed channels. But at ull sorts of times, und In ull sorts of pluces, when they were alone together, the greut battle was renewed. 41 The hardest thing about It all for Rose the thlug thut came nearest to breaking down her courage was to see how slowly Rodney came to- reullze It at all. He was like a trapped uui mal pacing the four sides of his cage, confident that lu a moment or two he would find the way out, and then, in credulously, duzedly, coming to the sur mlse thut there was no wuy out. She enlly meant to go away and leave him leave the bubles; go somewhere where his care and protection could not reach her I She wus uctually plan ning the details of doing It! By the end of one of their long talks, it would seem to her that he had grasped this monstrous intention und accepted It. !ut before the beginning of the next one, he seemed to manuge, somehow, to dismiss the thing as a nlghtmure. Somehow or other, during the calmer moments toward the end, pructlcal de tails managed to get talked about settled after a fashion, without the ad mission renlly being made on his part hut the thing was going to happen ut 11. "I'd do everything I could, of course, to make It easier," she said. "We could have a story for people that I'd gone to California to make mother a long Islt. We could bring Harriet home from Washington to keep house while was gone. I'd take my trunks, you see, and really go. People would sus pect, of course, after a while, but they'll always pretend to believe any thing that's comfortable." "Where would you go, really?" he demanded. "Have you any plan at all?" "I have a sort of plan," she said. "I think I know of a way of earning a liv ing." But she didn't offer to go on and tell him what It was, and, nfter a little si lence, he commented bitterly upon this omission. HOW WEALTH GIVES COURAGE Man Who Has a Few Dollars In the Bank Is More Efficient Than One Who Is Penniless. There Is this to be said about wealth : It gives courage to the owner. Pov erty makes cowards of us all. "The man who Is suffering with feur," says u writer, "because lie does not know where the next dollar Is coming frorn, Is in no condition to earn or to at tract dollars. Fear always makes a man think he is weak, a nobody. It always pictures the worst; sees no light uhead." We hear a great deut these days about efficiency and about ineffi ciency. The fellow who has saved a few dollars, und hus them In the bunk or wbereiie can put his hand upon them, Is more efficient than the fellow who Is penniless, declares the Dayton News. Start out to find a Job with never a dollar In your pocket You'll have a hurd time. You appear at a disad vantage when you approach a business man. You feel your dependence. You have a cowardly air about you an Inefficient air. You realize that you will have to accept anything that is of fered. You are In no position to look the business man la the fuce and tell him your qualifications. Want Is at your back, causing you to cringe. But with money in your pockets yon assume a different attitude. You real ise that you are, to that extent inde pendent You meet the business man more nearly upon an equal footing. You are more courageous, more self assertive, more efficient You know that you are not compelled to accept the first Job offered you. You cun discuss wages, and contracts, and con ditions of employment, if you are not broke." So, If for no other reason, the young man should seek first of all to have a bank account, to have some thing right In the beginning. It is even more important than to save some thing toward the end. Produce More Food, But at tho Lowest Cost. MATERIALS IN BIRDS' NESTS Feather Folk Use Greater Variety of Things in Building Homes Than Is Supposed. Rose's point of view may seem foolish to old-fashioned women. How do you feel about it? Im portant developments come In the next installment (TO BE CONTINUED.) TRAPPING OF MONKEYS EASY Curiosity, Greed and Imitative Faculty of Animals Furnish Vulnerable Point of Attack. When we see in the street an or gan-grinder with his little red-capped pet monkey, we seldom stop to think of the animal's native home or how It was trapped. As a matter of fact, the monkey came from Asia, Africa or South America. The lust-menttoned have nostrils widely separated where as the old world monkeys have them close with a narrow nasal septum. One might readily Imagine that the trapping of monkeys Is a difficult op eration. However, nothing could be further from the truth than this hy- pothesls. Monkeys are easily caught, not by heavily built traps, but by sheer ingenuity and the simplest sort of artifices. A monkey has various vul nerable points of attack, so to speak; and these are cupidity, curiosity, cov- etousness or greed, and a truly won derful Imitative faculty. A trapper can take a pair of boots Into the Jungle, drop them down within sight of a monkey and soon have that monkey In a cage. The boots on his feet appear to be the same as the boots he leaves; but here is where the monkey Is mistaken. As soon as the visitor goes away, the monkey de scends from some tree and thrusts his own feet into the boots. The Inside is covered with glue, and he sticks fast; also the boots are weighted with lead and chained together. The trapper may chain a gourd, filled with corn or some other eatable, to a heavy log. Mr. Monkey comes along, tastes the food, relishes It and wants more. There is no limit to his greed. He thrusts his hand into the small opening in the gourd and his fingers close around a large supply of the food. Then he finds himself un able to withdraw his hand. The trap per advances and captures Mr. Mon key, because the animal's thinking- cap and his Insatiable greed are such that the simple expedient of releasing the food never occurs to him as a means) of escape. Heroio Books. Life is not habitually seen from any common platform so truly and imexag- geratedly as In the light of literature. Books, not which afford us a cowering njoyment, but in which each thought is of unusual daring; such as an idle man cannot read, and a timid ono would not be entertained by, which even make us dangerous to exlst!if In stitutions such I call good book. . . . The heroic books, even if print ed in the character of our mother tongue, will always be In a language dead to degenerate times ; and we must laboriously seek the meaning of each word and line, conjecturing a larger sense than common use. penults out of what wisdom and valor and gener osity we have. Thoreau. Perhaps when you have said that Mrds' nests are made of leaves, twigs, grass, string, moss, feathers, hair or mud you think you have exhausted the list of building materials used by the feathered folk. But to examine even one nest carefully will prove that your list Is by no means complete. For example, a nest of gray vlreo as found to be fastened to the bough of the tree by meuns of strips of inner bark, of, spider and cocoon Ilk, and of milkweed stalk. The body of the nest yielded the following in ventory: White and yellow birch bark, cobwebs, a blue bottle fly, spider 'gg silk tufts, slender roots, bits of pith, leaf skeletons from which all but the ribs and veins had been cut away. pine needles, old cocoons of the tuS' sock moth, grass, caterpillar hairs, dandelion seeds, moss and feathers. At the bottom of the nest, where great strength was needed, was a piece of gray paper from the nest of the paper- maklngv hornets, and ii lerwoven with all these were bits of newspaper. Other vireo nests have yielded as many as a hundred black spiny cater pillar skins, a half yard of lace edg ing, and even small snake skins. Silenced Him. At a small social gathering recently the talk fell upon that somewhat well worn topic, mothers-ln-law. One of the party, Mr. Z , who Is himself not the most amiable of men, Indulged In a good deal of cheap sarcasm at the expense of the ladles in question, says London Tlt-Blts. "Nevertheless, gentlemen," he con cluded, with a self-approving smile, "you will scarcely believe It, but the fact is I lived five years in the house with my mother-in-law and we never had a single quarrel. What do you think of that?" "I think," said a dry old Scotsman who was present "I think that It speaks vera weel for yer mlther-ln-law, ma man"; and Z subsided, amid general laughter. Living Music. To move the body to the rythm of the universe, andante, presto, fast or slow, keeping the accent steady and sure; To use the voice in melodious speak ing, with kind nnd gentle words, to stranger or to friend ; In all events of dally life and work, to resolve the discords, and to blend the moments Into one harmonious whole ; A mind to set in form the theme of life, announce the subject clear and true, and work It to satisfying close; To find within the soul the beauty bearing message of the song divine ; This is to set the duys to music, and to be a symphony! Evangeline Close, In The Musiciau. Accidental Discovery. Bottled, ale, rendered mellow by long keeping, wus an accidental dis covery. It wus made by Alexander Newell, dean of St. Paul's In the reign of Queen Mary. Newell was obnoxious to Bonner, and the latter had sent sol diers to apprehend him; but it hap pened on that day Newell was out fish ing, and In order to keep his beer cool had burled it In the bank. Getting in timation of his danger, he fled, forget ting all nbout the tyeer, and escaped to the continent ; whence, returning some years later, he remembered his beer, dug it un, and found' it wonderfully improved with age. A trip- through most of the grain growing districts of Western Canada, and Information received from authen tic sources, reveals thut the spring seeding of wheat, barley and outs in finished and the grnln is having a most rapid growth. Men of funning expe rience here say that the conditions ure similar to those years when there wan an abundant hurvefrt reaped. During the pust year a number of new settlers cume Into the country, and they will undoubtedly have a good crop thrs yeur. This added to tho normal acre age, made considerably less by the lark of lubor owing to the number who hare gone to the front, will give a fuir general yield. It Is surprising the growth that this country is capable of producing. Wheat has this spring germinated and shown three or four Inches growth In five or six days, and with anything like favorable weather, harvesting should commence about the 15th of August, or a little over one hundred duys from first seeding. Hundreds of farmers throughout this vast country paid for their entire holdings out of one year's crop and It would not be surprising if the same experience met a great many more this year. The best authorities on the wheat Situation give It as their opinion that for many years to come, wheut prices will be high. They base their opinion on a scientific calculation and their reasoning seems to be sound. Anyway It is quite evident thnt for some years to come, the producer of wheat will be amply rewarded for any effort he may make to develop this brunch of agricultural Industry. Money muy be made on the high-priced lnnds of the wheat-growing districts of the United States, but It is a question If these high-priced lands would not be mora profitably employed In other branches of farming than In growing the smaller grains, leaving It to lands Just as pro ductive for wheat, less expensive to op erate, and with a much smaller Initial price, to provide the world with this necessity of life. - Here Is where Western Canada, with Its vast rich fertile plains, Its low railway rates. Its exceptionally good shipping privileges, Its excellent climnte, and Its perfect social conditions, has a com bination of advantages not possessed by any other portion of the continent Furthermore, these lands, of unex celled quality, are extraordinarily cheap, while for the man who does not care to undertake farming on so exten sive a scale there Is the free home stead which offers him all the opportu nlty for which he is looking. The prospective purchaser will have no difficulty at nil In making a selec tion of a fine piece of lund, well lo cated and convenient to transportation, which may be had for from $15 to $25 an acre, and the railway companies or other holders of lnrge tracts are al ways glad to sell on easy terms. Or If he desires a farm that Is already under cultivation and Improved, many such are to be had from farmers who already have made comfortable for tunes and are ready to retire.' It Is not to the grain grower only that Western Canada offers great op portunities. If one wishes to go in for cattle raising, there are great stretches of range land both free and for lease ; and In many sections of the country there are the finest of grazing lands, that may be purchased at very low prices. The appeal which has been sent out both by the United States and Cana dian governments, for an unstinted, un limited production of food stuffs to pre vent what might otherwise be a fam ine throughout this great continent and then consequently, throughout the world should In Itself arouse all the ambition and desire in the heart and soul of the man who Is not fighting at the front, to produce all he can. Ia . addition, there Is the potent fact that no chances are being taken in answering the appeal. Take It from either stand point you answer the country's call, al though not fighting, nnd you are also insured against nny loss by the high prices that are bound to exist for some time.. Whether It be in the United States on Its excellent grain lands or In Canada on Its splendid grain lands, all should do their bit Advertisement Then Silence. Thoy were dancing merrily, this young man nnd the young woman, and were talking of nothing nt all, when suddenly the girl asked: "Have you enlisted?" "No," answered th6 youth. "Haven't you joined the Officers' Re serve corps?" "No, not yet. I haven't thought much about that sort of thing." Haven't you done anything about the war?" "No," the youth replied., . Whereupon the glti stopped danc ing. "I wish you would take me to a seat. " don't think I want to dunce with on." Washington Star. In China there Is an oil well that has been drilled to a depth of S.dOO feet with the most primitive native tools. The Difference. A genius can no more help being a genius thnn a crazy man can help being crazy. It Just happens that when a genius does what he considers a smart thing, t Is smart; but when the poor crazy man does his best it turns out to be foolish. Ed Howe's Monthly. Smile, smile, beautiful clear white clothes. Red Ctosb Ball Blue, American made, therefore best. All grocers. Adv. Girls Won't Agree. 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