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In r fv Is The Coming Wheat lr- Granary Of The World! You can buy land that will produce from 35 to 50 bushels of winter wheat, 45 to 60 bushels of barley and from 60 to 100 bushels of oats, from the Canadian Pacific Railway Company, at $12 and $15 per acre, cne-tenth cash and the remainder in nine years at 6 per cent interest. This land is in the Bow river valley east of Calgary, in the chinook belt of Alberta, along a main line of railroad, is well watered, free from rock, gravel and alkali and covered with grass which will make two tons of bunch grass hay per acre! One Sod Crop Actually Pays For The Land And The Railroad Company Will Help You Farm It. If You Raise No Crop You Make No Payment! You Can't Lose Thirty practical farmers and investors of Umatilla and Union counties have bought this land. Ten car loads of work horses and farming implements are being shipped from Pendleton into this new district this spring. These farmers know a good thing when they see it. The Alberta winters are not severe. The country is visited regularly by warm chinook winds during the winter season and cattle winter out and stay fat without hay or shelter. Hundreds Of Wide Awake Americans Paid For Their Land With Their 1908 Wheat Crop It is no experiment. Hundreds of new homes are being built, railroads are being constructed, thousands of acres have been broken out and seeded and it is the last new country on the American continent. Buy direct from the railroad company and get low prices and easy terms. The company wants you. It wants your citizenship in Canada and it wants traffic to haul out. It will help you pay for your land. It will fence, break sod, drill wells, build houses or do anything for its settlers. It costs but The weather is The Mystery of TheYellow Room By GASTON LEROUX Copyright. 1908. by Brentano't CHAPTER X. "W Shall Have to Eat Red Neat Now." mllE Donjon' Inn was at least two centuries old, perhaps old er. Under Its signboard over the threshold a man with a crabbed looking face was standing, seemingly plunged In unpleasant thought, If the wrinkles on bis fore bead and the knitting of his brows were any Indication. When Rouletabille and I were close to him he deigned to see us and asked us In a tone anything but engaging wheth er we wanted anything. He was no doubt the not very amiable landlord of this charming dwelling place. As we expressed a hope that be would be good enough to furnish us with a breakfast he assured us that he had no provisions. "You may take us In," Rouletabille aid to him. "We are not policemen." "I'm not afraid of the police, f m not afraid of any one," replied the man. I had made my friend understand by a sign that we should do better not to Insist; but, being determined to enter the Inn, he slipped by the man on the doorstep and was in the common room. "Come on," he said. "It is very com. fortable here." A good fire was blazing in the chim ney, and we held our bands to the warmtb it sent out It was a morning In which the approach of winter was - unmistakable. . The room was a toler ably large one, furnished with two heavy tables, some stools, a counter decorated with rows of bottles of sirup and alcohol. "That's a fine fire for roasting a chicken," said Rouletabille. ' "We have no chicken, not even a wretched rabbit." said the landlord. "I know," said my friend slowly "I know. We shall have to eat red meat now." "I confess I did not In the least un derstand what Rouletabille meant by what he bad said, but the landlord as soon as he beard the words uttered an oath, which he at once stifled, and placed himself at our orders 'as obe diently as M. Robert PrMC had done $55 to matte the round trip mild and open. Inquire when he heard Rouletabllle's mysteri ous sentence, "The presbytery has lost nothing of Its charm nor the garden its brightness." The man pushed open n little side door and called to somebody to brine him half n dozen eggs and a piece of beefsteak. Tho commission was quick ly executed by a strongly built young woman with beautiful blond hair and large, handsome eyes, who regarded u with curiosity. The Innkeeper said to her roughly: "Get out, nml If the Green Man comes don't let me see him!" She disappeared. Rouletabille took the eggs, which had been broug! to him in a bowl, nnd the meat, which was on a dish, plnred all carefully be side him in the chimney, unbooked a frying pan ond a gridiron und began to beat up our omelet before proceed ing to grill our beefsteak. He then or dered two bottles of cider and seemed to tuke as little notice of our host as our host did of htm. The landlord let us do our own cooking and set our table near one of the windows. j Suddenly I heard him mutter: "Ah, there he Is!" j Ills face had changed, expressing fierce hatred. lie went nnd glued him-1 self to ono of the windows, watching j the road. There was no need for me i to draw Rouletabille s attention. He bad already left our omelet and had joined the landlord at the window. I went with him. A ninn dressed entirely in green vel vet, his bead covered with a bunts man's cap of the same color, was ad vancing leisurely, lighting a pipe as he walked. He carried a fowling piece Elung at bis back. His movements displayed an almost aristocratic ease. He wore eyeglasses and appeared to be about five and forty years of age. His hair as well as his mustache were salt gray. He was remarkably hand some. As he passed near the inn he hesitated, as If asking himself whether or no he should enter it gave a glance toward us, took a few whiffs at his pipe and then resumed bis walk at the same nonchalant pace. Rouletabille and I looked at our host His flashing eyes, his clinched hands, bis trembling Hps, told us of bis tu multuous feelings. "He has done well not to come In here today!" he hissed. "Who is that man?' asked Rouleta bille. returning to bis omelette. "The Green Man." growled the inn keeiier. "Don't you know him? Then all the better for you. He Is not an acquaintance to make. Well, be is M. Stnngerson's forest keeper." "You don't appear to like him very much?" asked the reporter, pouring his omelet into the frying pan. "Nobody likes him. monsieur, ne's an upstart who must once have had a fortune of his own. and he forgives ' nobody because in order to live be has been compelled to become a serv ant A keeper is as much a servant from La Grande to Calgary for the date of the next trip. Jonathan Johnson, Canadian Pacific Land Dept. Pendleton, Oregon. as any other, isn't be 7 Upon my word, one would say that he is the master of the Glandier and that all the land and woods belong to him. He'll not let a poor creature cat a morsel of bread on the grass his grass!" "Does he often come here?" 'Too often. But I've made him un derstand that his face doesn't please me, and for a month past he hasn't been here. The Donjon Inn bus never existed for him! He hasn't bad time- been too much engaged in paying court to the landlady of the Tbre Lilies at Saint Michel. A bad fellow. There isn't an honest man who can bear him. Why, the concierges of the chateau would turn their eyes away from a picture of him!" "The concierges of the chateau are honest people then?" "Yes, they are, as true as my name's Mathleu, monsieur. I believe them to be honest." "Yet they've been arrested?" "What does that prove? But I don't want to mix myself up In other peo ple's affairs." "And what do you think of the af fair?" "Of the attack on poor Mile. Stanger son? A good girl. Much loved every-! where in the country. That's what I think of it and many things besides. But that's nobody's business." "Not even mine?" insisted Rouleta bille. The innkeeper looked at blm side ways and suid gruftly: "Not even yours." The omelet ready, we sat down at table and were silently eating when the door was pushed open and an old woman, dressed In rags, leaning on a stick, her head doddering, her white hair banging loosely over her wrin kled forehead, appeared on the thres hold. "Ah, there you are. Mother Ange noux! It's long since we saw you last," said our host. "I have been very ill, very nearly dying," said the old woman. "If ever you should have any scraps for the Bete du Bon Dleu" And she entered, followed by a cat larger than any I had ever believed could exist. The beast looked at us and gave so hopeless a tnlau that I shuddered. 1 had never beard so lugubrious a cry. As If drawn by the cat's cry a man followed the old woman in. It was the Green Man. He saluted by rain ing his band to his cap and seated himself at a table near to ours. "A glass of elder. Daddy Matbieu," be said. As the Green Man entered Daddy Mathleu had started violently, but vis ibly mastering himself be said: "I've not more cider. I served the last bottles to these gentlemen." "Tben give me a glass of white wine." said the Green Man without showing the least surprise. and return, by getting our "I've no more white wine no more anything," said Daddy Mathleu surlily. "How Is Mme. Mathleu?" "Quite well, thank you." So the young woman with the large, tender eyes whom we had Just seen was the wife of this repugnant and brutal rustic, whose jealousy seemed j to emphasize bis physical ugliness. I Plammlng the door behind him, the Innkeeper left the room. Mother i.n- j genoux was still standing, leaning on ; her stick, the cnt at her feet. j "You've been 111, Mother Angeuoux?j Is that why we huve not seen you for the last week?" asked the Green Man. j "Yes M. Keeper. I have been able to '. get up but three times to go to pray to I St. Genevieve, our good patroness, and the rest of the time I have been lying j on my bed. There was no one to care i for me but the Bete du Bon Dleu!" j "Did she not leave you?" "Neither by day nor by night." "Are you sure of that?" "As I am of paradise." "Then how was It, Mme. Angenoux, that nil through the night of the mur der nothing but the cry of the Bete du Bon Dleu was heard?" Mother Angenoux planted herself In front of the forest keeper and struct the floor with her stick. "I don't know anything about It." she said. "But shall I tell you some thing? There ure no two cats In the world that cry like that. Well, on the night of the murder I also heard the cry of the Bete du Bon Dleu outside and yet she wus on my knees and did not mew once, I swear. I crossed my self when I heard that, as If I had heard the devil." I looked at the keeper when he put the lust question, and I am much mlstuken If 1 did not detect an evil smile on his Hps. At that moment the noise of loud quarreling reached us. We even thought we heard a dull sound of blows, as If some one was being beaten. The Green Man quickly rose and hurried to the door by the side of the fireplace, but It wns opened by the landlord, who appeared and s:ild to the keeper: "Don't nlnrni yourself. monKleur. It is ny wife. She has the toothache." And he laiifrhcd. "Here. Mother Ange noux: hero nre some' scraps for your cat." He held out a packet to the old wo man, who tools It eagerly nnd went out of the door, clocely followed by her cnt. "Then you won't serve me?" asked tho Green Man. Daddy Mathieu's face wns placid and no longer retained Its expression of hatred. "I've nothing for yen nothing for you. Take yourself off." The Green Man quietly refilled his pipe, lit It, bowed to us at'.d went out. No sooner was he fiver the t!ireli-ilii than Daddy Mathleu Flammed the door after him. nnd. turning toward us, with eyes blc;.d.;hU und Iroihlug cheap rate. Go and see nt the mouth, he hissed to us, shaking his clinched fist nt the door he had just shut on the man ha evidently hated: "I don't know who you are who tell mo 'We shall have to eat red meat now,' but if It will interest you to know IJ that man is the murderer!" With 'which words Daddy Mathleu Immediately left us. Rouletabille re turned toward the tlrepluce und said: "Now we'll grill our steak. How do you like the cider? It's a little tart but I like It." We saw no more of Duddy Mathleu that day, und ubsolute silence reigned In the Inn when we left it after plac ing & francs on the tnblu in payment for our feast. Kouletublllo nt once set off on a three mile walk around Professor Staugeraon's estate. He hulted for some ten minutes ut the corner of a narrow road black with soot near to some charcoal burners' huts In the forest of St. Genevieve, which touches on the road from F.piuuy to Cor bell, to tell me that the murderer had certainly passed thut way before entering the grounds und concealing himself In the little clump of trees. "You don't think, then, thut the keeper knows uuytliing of It?" I usked. "We shall see thut later," he replied. "For the present I'm not Interested In what the landlord said ubout the r.mu. The landlord hates him. 1 didn't ti.:.e you to breakfast ut the Donjon lnu for the sake of the Green Man." Then ltouletabllle, with greut pre caution, glided, followed by me, to ward the little building which, stand ing near the park guto, served for the home of (lie concierges who had been urre.steJ that morning. With the skill of e n acrobat he got Into the lodge by un U ;ier v.i:ulow which hud been left open und returned ten minutes later, lie said only "All!" u word which In his mouth blguilied many things. We were about lo take the roud lend ing to the chateau when u considerable stir nt the park gate attracted our at tention. A carriage hud arrived, and some people had come from the chu teau to meet It. Itouletnbllle pointed out to me a gentleman who descended from it. "That's the chief of the Paris po lice," bo snld. "Now wo shall see what Frederic I.arsan bus up his sleeve nnd whether he Is so much clev erer than anybody else." The carriage of the chief wns follow ed by three other vehicles containing reporters, who were nlso desirous of ( nterlng the park. But two gendarmes r.tutloned nt the gate bad evidently received orders to refuse admission to anybody. The chief of police calmed their Impatience by undertaking to furnish to the press that evening all the Information he could give that would not Interfere with the judlclul Inquiry. to ok continued.) Alberta now. Or J. E. Reynolds, La Grande, Oregon. Information Concerning Eighth Grade Final Examinations, 1. Dates: Three examinations annually. Each county superintendent to select months for his county. (a) January 21-22, 1909. tb) May 13-14, 1939. e) June 10-11, 1909. (d) September 2-3, 1909. 2. Program : (a) Thursdays Arithmetic, Writ ing, History, and Civil Govern mont. (b) Fridays Grammar, Physiol ogy, Geography, and Spelling 3. Sources of Questions: (a) Civil Government i'i. States Constitution. (b) Geography Slate i of Study: Redway and HI. no Natural School Geography. (c) History List of topics History Out'ine in State of Study and Current livn r (d) Language Uuehlei a English Grammar, no li mlng. (c) Reading The re irh s '.ud to the Co mty i ri'i eut iho applicant's c. i . i l:i reading, which shut li b,' such superintendent ai li i plicants s an Ing O'l th (f) Spo ling Ml hly po, from Ro ?d's or l Le'iso twenty p r c rro!ii m.t In Laiipm i. Hi : it i : : - '. nili-n.s III I S 1,1 IH I i l '' l il mutter n ro inniiiisr l.nii,'iia e. lie ;iec i i j iimii! i . ii I. ! 'AlIltM Sit llHI I 'I The firs F.lu t rulo e ion for the year I"' will 1 lanuary 21-2:. Teachers pre a 1 p 'lasses t xnml intli) i wl I I a ie report i,. office the nunler o.' applicant . least thirty d.iys before above dat". Respectfully, .1 ('. CONLr.Y. i t. of 8eh i Reason Enthroned, Because meats are. so tasty they are consumed In great excess. This leads to stomach troublos, bllloua ncss and constipation. 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