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TEN MILLION PEOPLE IN THE CANADIAN WEST BY 1920 "Toronto Star," Dec, 16th, 1910, The prediction is made that before 1920 Manitoba, Saskatchewan, At berta and British Columbia will have ten million people. It is made not by ■ sanguine Western journal but by that very sober business newspaper, the New York Commercial. It is based upon actual observation, upon, the wheat-growing capacity of the Canadian West, and upon the prospects of development following the buildtag of railways. The writer shows how the position of leading wheat market of the world passed from Milwaukee to Minneapolis and thence -to Winnipeg. Canada’s wheat-grow-ing belt is four times greater than that of the United States, and only five per cent of Canada’s western agricultural area is under cultivation. There are 170,000,000 acres of wheat lands which will make these Western Provinces richer, more populous, more dependable for food supplies than the Western States can ever become. The center of food supremacy will change to Canada, and 25 years more will give this country 40,000,000 population west of Ontario. All these estimates of population * are in the nature of guesses, and must not be read too literally. But the enormous areas of wheat-growing land, the rapid construction of railways, and the large volume of Immigration are facts which must be recognized. They point to the production of an ever-increasing surplus of wheat and other cereals, s However rapidly the urban, the industrial and commercial population of Canada may increase, the increase of home consumption is hardly likely to keep pace with that of the production of wheat; for a single acre of wheat will provide for the average annual consumption of four people. While production in Canada is thus running ahead of consumption at a prodigious rate, consumption in the United States is overtaking produo tlon, and the surplus for export is growing smaller year by year. It is true that the limit of actual power to produce wheat is as yet far away. By methods of Intensive cultivation, such as prevail in France, the produo lion could be greatly increased. But with the overflowing granary of Can, ada so close at hand, it seems likely that our neighbors will begin to import from us, turning their own energies more largely to other forms oi agriculture. It must be remembered that while the Northern resemble Canada in climate and products, the resemblance diminishes as you go southward. The wheat belt gives place to k a corn belt, and this again to semitropical regions producing cotton, to bacco, cane-sugar, oranges and otnei tropical fruits. The man who secures a farm la Western Canada at the present time secures an Investment better than the best of bond of any government or bank. It is no unusual thing for a farmer In Western Canada to realize a profit of from $5 to >lO per acre. There are thousands of free home steads of 160 acres each still to be had, and particulars can be obtained i by writing your nearest Canadian gov ernment agent QUITE ANOTHER THING. Dick—i made all my i voice. Fluffle—You must sing beautifully. Dick—Not as a singer, my dear —as a IT IS A MISTAKE Many have the idea that anything will sell if advertised strong enough. This is a great mistake. True, a few sales might be made by advertising an absolutely worthless article but it is only the article that la bought again and again that pan. An example of the big success of a worthy article is the enormous sale that has grown up for Cascareta Candy Cathartic. This wonderful reo «ord ia the result of great merit successfully made known through perBistent advertising and the mouth-to-mouth recommendation given Caacarets by its friends and users. 4 Like all great successes, trade p - rates prey on the unsuspecting public, by marketing fake tablets similar in appearance to Cascarets. Care should always be exercised in purchasing well advertised goods, especially an article that has a national sale like Cascarets. Do not allow a substitute to be palmed off on you. • Sounds Noisy. Gerald — You are always out when I can. Geraldine —If you didn’t wear such loud clothes I couldn’t hear you coming. Ready in a jiffy, delicious brown Mrs. Austins Buckwheat Flour. hiding a tallow dip under a bushel gnee not mak' <t an are light

1/2 STORY gy] The Courage of Captain Plum By JAMES * OLIVER CURWOOD {Copyright 1908 by Bobbs-MerrUl Co.) | 14 SYNOPSIS. Capt. Nathaniel Plum, of the sloop Typhoon, lands secretly on Beaver Island, stronghold of the Mormons. He is sud 4 denly confronted by Obadiah Price, an eccentric old ma,n and a member of the Mormon council, who tells him that he is expected. Price ignores Nat’s protesta 7 tions that he has got the wrong man, and bargains for the ammunition aboard the sloop. He binds Nat by a solemn oath to deliver a package to Franklin Pierce, president of the United States. Near Price’s cabin Nat sees the frightened face of a young woman who disappears in the darkness, leaving an odor of lilacs. It develops that Plum’s visit to the island is to demand settlement from the kingj Strang, for the looting of his ship some time previously, supposedly by Mormons. Casey, the mate, has been left in charge of the sloop with orders to bombard St. James if Nat does not return within a certain time. Price takes Nat in the darkness, to the king’s home, and through a window he sees the king and his wives, among whom is the lady of enth wife. Plum calls at the king’s office, where he is warned by a young woman that his life is in danger. Strang receives Plum cordially, professes indignation when he hears the captain’s grievance, and promises to punish the guilty. Plum again receives warning of his danSer. He rescues Neil, who is being pubcly whipped. The king orders Arbor Croche, the sheriff and father of Winnsome, the girl who warned Nat, to pursue and kill the two men. Plum and Neil f>lan to escape on the Typhoon. Plum earns that Marion, the girl of the lilacs, is Neil’s sister. She is not yet married to Strang. Plum suggests carrying her off on the ship. Neil approves. They agree to include Winnsome, with whom Price is in love, in the enterprise. Nat discovers ■ that the si»op is gone. He meets Marion and tehs her that Neil has left the Island. The thunder of a gun is heard and Marion tells him his ship has been captured by the Mormons. She pleads with him to leave the island and prevent her brother from returning. She says nothing can save her from Strang. Plum finds Price raving mad. CHAPTER Vh—Continued. A shudder ran through the councilor’s frame, as if the voice had startled him, his arms and body stiffened and slowly he lifted his head. Nathaniel tried to stifle the cry on his lips, tried to smile—to speak, but the terrible face that stared up into his own held, him silent, motionless. He had heard the voice of madness, now he looked upon madness in the eyes that glared at him. In them was no sign of recognition, no passing flash of sanity. The white face was lined with purplish veins, the mouth was distorted and the lips bleeding. Involuntarily he stepped back to the end of the table. At his movement the councilor stretched out his arms with a sobbing moan. “Nat—Nat —don’t go—” , Ho fell again upon his face, clutching the table in a sudden convulsion. In the next room Nathaniel had noticed a pall of water and he brought this and wet the old man’s head. For a long time Obadiah did not move, and when he did it was to reach out with a groping hand to find Nathaniel. A change had come into his face when he lifted it again, the mad fire had partly burned itself out of his eyes, the old chuckling laugh came from between his lips. “A little weakness, Nat —a little weakness,” he gasped faintly. “I have it now and then. Excitement —great excitement —” He straightened himself for a moment and stood, swaying < free from the table, then collapsed into a chair, his head dropping upon his breast. Wlthopt arousing him from the stupor into which he had fallen, Nathaniel again concealed himself in the .shadows outside the cabin where he could better guard himself against the possible approach of Mormon visitors. But he did not remain long. He struck a match and saw that it was nearly 11 and a sudden resolution turned him back to the '.abin door. He believed that Obadiah would not easily arouse himself from, the strange stupor into which he had fallen. Meanwhile he would find food and then conceal himself near the path to intercept Marion. As he mounted the step he heard for the second time since landing upon the island the solemn tolling of the great bell at St. James, and as he paused for an instant to listen, peal upon peal followed the first until its brazen thunder rolled in one long booming echo through the forests of the Mormon kingdom. There came a shrill cry at his back and he whirled about to see the councilor standing in the center of the big room, his arms outstretched, his face lifted as it had been raised in prayer at the tolling of the same bell the night before—but this time it was not prayer that fell from his lips. “Nat, ye have returned In the hour of vengeance! The hanA of God is descending upon the Morman kingdom!” His words came In a gasping, but triumphant cry. “And tomonxnr--^toin(»row-- r Ha

stepped forward, nis voice jooning a wild joy. “Tomorrow —I—shall —be— king!” As he spoke the cabin trembled, a tremor passed under them,, and the toiling of the bell was lost in a sudden tumult that came like the bursting crash of low thunder. “What is it?” cried Nathaniel. He leaped into the room and caught Obadiah by the arm. “What is it?” “The hand of God!” whispered the old man again. “Nat —Nat —” It was his old self that stood grimacing and twisting his hands before Nathaniel now. “Nat —a thousand armed men are off tne coast! The Lamanites of the mainland are descending upon the Mormon kingdom as the hosts of Israel upon Canaan! Strang is doomed —doomed —doomed —and tomorrow I shall be king!” His voice rose in a wailing shriek. He darted to the door and his cackling laugh rang with the old madness as he pointed into the north where a lurid glow had mounted high into the sky. “The signal fire—the bell!” he gurgled chokingly. “They are calling the Mormons to arms—but it is too late —-too late! Ho, ho, it is too late, Nat —too late!” He staggered back, gripping his throat, and fell upon the floor. “Too late —too late,” he moaned, groveling weakly, as if struggling for breath. “Too late—Nat —Marion—” A shiver passed through his body and he lay quite still. CHAPTER VIII. The Six Castle Chambers. In an instant Nathaniel was upon his knees beside the prostrate form of the old councilor. Obadiah’s eyes were open but unseeing; his face was blanched to the whiteness of paper; an almost imperceptible movement of his chest showed that he still breathed. Nathaniel lifted one of the limp hands and its clammy chill struck horror to his heart. Tenderly he lifted the old man and carried him to the cot at the end of the room. He loosened his clothes, tore off the low collar about his throat, and felt with his hand to measure the faint beating of life in the councilor’s breast. For a few moments it seemed to grow fainter and fainter, and a choking lump rose in his throat as he watched the pallor of death fixing itself on the councilor’s shriveled face. What strange chord of sympathy was it that bound him to this old man? Was it the same mysterious influence that had attracted Marlon to him? He dropped upon his knees and called the girl’s name softly but it awakened no response in the sightless eyes, no tremor in the parted, unquivering lips. Very §lowly as the minutes passed there came a reaction. The pulsations of the weakened heart became a little stronger, he could catch faintly the sound of breath coming from between the old man’s lips. With a gasp of relief Nathaniel rose to his feet. Through the door he saw the red glare in the northern sky and heard the great bell at St. James ring a wilder and more excited alarm. For a few moments he stood in silent, listening inaction, his'nerves tingling with a strange sensation of impending peril. Obadiah’s madness, the mysterious trembling of the earth beneath his feet, the volcano of fire, the clanging of the bell and the councilor’s insane rejoicing had all come so suddenly that he was dazed. What great calamity, what fearful vengeance, was about to come upon the Mormon kingdom? Was it possible that the fishermen and settlers of the mainland had arisen, as Obadiah had said, and were already at hand to destroy Strang and his people? The thought spurred him to the door. The blood rushed like fire through his veins. What would it mean to Marion —to Neil? In his excitement he started down the path that led to the lilac hidden home beyond the forest Then he thought again of Obadiah and his last choking utterance of Marion’s name. He had tried to speak of her, even with that death-like rattling of the breath in his throat; and the memory of the old councilor’s frantic struggle for words brought Nathaniel quickly back to the cabin. He bent over Obadiah’s shriveled form and spoke the girl’s name again and again in his ears. There came no response, no quiver of life to show that the old man was conscious of his presence. As he worked over him, bathing hie face and chest in cool water, the feeling became strong in him that he was fighting death in this gloomy room for Marion’s sake. It was like the whispering of an invisible spirit in his ears—something more than presentiment, something that made his own heart grow faint when death seemed winning in the struggle. His watchfulness was acute, intense, desperate. When, after a time, he straightened himself again, rewarded by Obadiah’s more regular breathing, the sweat stood in beads upon his face. He knew that he had triumphed. Obadiah would live, and Marion — He placed his mouth close to the councilor’s ear. “Tell me about Marion,” he said again. “Marion —Marlon —Marion —” He waited, stilling his own breath to catch the sound of a whisper. None came. As he bent oyer him he saw through the open door that the red glare of fire had faded to a burnt out glow in the sky. In the deep silence the sullen beating of the bell seemed nearer, and he could hear the excited barking of dogs in St James. Slowly the hope that Obadiah might speak to him died away and he returned to the door. It still lacked an hour of midnight when Marlon had promised to come to him. He was wildly impatient and to his impatience was added the fear that had filled him as he hovered over Obadiah, a name-

[ less, intangible sea which 'he could ■' not have analyzed and which clutched at his heart and urged him to follow the path that led to Marion’s. For a time he resisted the impulse. What if she should come by ’ another path while he was gone? Ho I waited nervously edge of the forest, watching, and listening for footsteps. Each minute seemed like an hour marked into seconds by the solemn, steady tolling of the bell, and after a little he found himself un consciously measuring time by counting the strokes. Then he went out into the path. He followed it, step by step, until he could no longer see the light in the cabin; his pulse beat a little faster; he stared ahead into the deep gloom between the walls oi forest—and quickened his pace. If Marlon was coming to him he would meet her. If she was not comingin his old fearless way he promptly made up his mind. He would go bold ly to the cabin and tell that Neil was waiting. He felt sure that the alarm sounding from St. James had drawn away the guards and that there would be nothing to interfere with his plan. If she had already left the cabin he would return-quickly to Obadiah’s. In his eagerness he began to run. Once a sound stopped him —the distant beating of galloping hoofs. He heard the shout of a man, a reply farther away, the quick, excited yelping of a dog. His blood danced as he thought of the gathering of the Mormon fighters, the men and boys racing down the black trails from the inland forests, the excitement in St. James. As he ran on again he thought of Arbor Croche mustering the panting, vengeful defenders; of Strang, his great voice booming encouragement and promise, above the brazen thunder of the bell; he saw in fancy the frightened huddling groups of women and children and beyond and above all the coming of the “vengeance of God” —a hundred beats, a thousand men—and there went out from his soul if not from his lips a great cry of joy. At. the edge of the forest he stopped for a moment. Over beyond the clearing a light burned dimly through the lilacs. The sweet odor of the flowers came to him gently, persuasively, and nerved him into the open. He passed across the open space swiftly and plunged into a tangle of bushes close to the lighted window. He heard a man's voice within, and then a woman’s. Was it Marion? Cautiously Nathaniel crept close to the log wall of the cabin. He reached out, and hesitated. Should he look —as he had done at the king’s window? The man’s voice came to him again, harsh and angry, and this time it was not a woman’s words that he heard but a woman’s sobbing cry. He parted the bushes and a glare of light

-» I \ \ “I Want to Speak with Marion.” fell on his face. The lamp was on a table and beside the table there sat a woman, her white head turned from him, her face buried in her hands. She was an old woman and he knew that it was Marion’s mother. He could not see the man. Where was Marion? He wormed himself back out of the bushes and walked quickly around the. house. There was no other light, no other sign of life except in that one room. With sudden resolution he stepped to the door and knocked loudly. For a full half minute there was silence, and he knocked again. He heard the approach of a shuffling step, the thump, thump, thump of a cane, and the door swung back. It was the man who opened it, a tall giant of an old man, doubled as if with rheumatism, and close behind him w T as the frightened face of the woman. An involuntary shudder passed through Nathaniel as he looked at them. They were old—so old that the man’s shriveled hands were like those of a skeleton; his giant frame seemed about to totter into ruin, his eyes were sunken until his face gave the horror of a death mask. Was it possible that these people were the father and mother of Marion—and of Neil? As he stepped to the threshold they timidly drew back from him. In a single glance Nathaniel swept the room and what he saw thrilled him, for everywhere were signs of Marlon; in the pictures on the walls, the snowy curtains, the cushions in the window seat—and the huge vase of lilacs on the mantle. “I am a messenger of the king,” he said, advancing and closing the door behind him. “I want to speak with Marlon.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Obeying Injunctions. “I asked the local manager to give an eye to this affair.” “Well, he did.” *7 am glad ,to hear it” “You needn’t ba, He gave it a black eya."

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