The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 26, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 24 October 1912 — Page 3

SUCCESS FOLLOWS JUDICIOUS FARMING N WESTERN CANADA IT IS CERTAIN. The story of the Big Farmer in Western Canada, and the immense iroflts he has made in the growing of train, has been told and retold. He las been found in all parts of* the i provinces of Manitoba, Saskatchewan *nd Alberta. His splendid farm buildngs have been pictured, his traction jutflts described and his princely sur•oundings, resultant of his success in growing grain, have been portrayed by etter, press and camera. It certainly s not to his discredit that by successfully applying common sense and ip-to-date methods to the conditions .hat climate, a good soil, and splendid market have placed at hand, that he aas made the best use of them. He is aot too proud to admit that he came ;o the country a very few years ago landicapped as to money, leaving behind him unpaid mortgages in his old aome land (which are now' wiped out), »nd he is still today the same goodaearted fellow he was in the days that ae had to work for a neighbor, while :he neighbor broke the land on his jomestead, which went to make up the settlement duties. Then, there, too, is the farmer and rhe farmer’s son, already wealthy, w'hc aas bought large holdings in Western Canada, in either Manitoba, Saskatchewan or Alberta, who has made forty ;o one hundred per cent, on his investment, whose big grain crops and whose immense cattle herds are helping to improve the country. Health md strength, energy and push, and bull dog grit are as essential in Western Canada as in Ohio, Indiana, Illiaois, lowa, or any of the states from which so many of these people come, and then, when you have added to .hat a fair amount of means, with which to make a start, the land which is only waiting for the skill of the nusbandman will quickly respond. But there is the smaller farmer, the .man who has not made sufficient in four or five years, that he might comfortably retire if he felt like it. There ire many of them in air the three Provinces. It is not the less to his credit that he has earned his home stead by the three years residence, that he is free from debt, and has a reasonable bank account. He, too, came to the country handicapped by lebts, and with very little means. He is contented, has a good home, land free of encumbrance, some stock, and with good prospects. One of these writes: “I formerly lived near Dayton, Ohio, on a rented farm, had as good a chance as the average renter, but after ten years of hard work, satisfied myself that if I ever expected to secure a home, I would have to undertake something else. Hearing of Western Canada, I investigated, and seven years ago last Spring settled in a homestead and purchased (on time) an adjoining half section, arriving with a carload of household effects and farm implements, including four horses and three cows, and SI,BOO in money—my ten years’ work in Ohio. “The first year our crops gave us feed, the second year 100 acres of wheat gave us $1,800; no failure of crop since starting here. I have now 22 head of horses, 15 head of cattle, and 35 hogs. We own 1,120 acres of land, and have same all under cultivation. Was offered at one time $35.00 per acre for a half section where we live, and all the other land could be sold today on present market at $30.00 per acre. Should we care to dispose of our holdings, could pay all debts and have over $30,000 to the good, but the question is where could we go to invest our money and get as good returns as here? “We have equally as good, if not better prospects for crops this year, as we had three years ago, when our wheat reached from 30 to 48 bushels per acre. <£l never believed such crops could be raised until I saw them myself. I had 15 acres that year that made 50 bushels to the acre. Our harvest will be ready by the 12th. We have this season in crop 400 acres of wheat, 125 of oats, 90 of flax, and run three binders, with four men to do the stocking. “We certainly like this country, and the winters, although the winters are cold at times, but we do not suffer as one would think. What we have ac complished here can be duplicated in ■ almost any of the new districts. If anyone doubts anything I have said in this letter, tell them to come here, and I can prove every word I have written.’’ The name of the writer can be had from the Superintendent of Immigra tlon, Ottawa, Canada, who can givt the names of hundreds of others equally successful. Adv. • At a Distance. "She certainly tries to obey hei mother’s injunction not to let tin young men get too near.’’ “Why, I saw a young man with his arm around her last night.” “I know, but she had a faraway look in her eyes.” Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it Bears the Signature of In Use For Over 30 Years. Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria Its Kind. “The papers say carrots will make one beautiful.” “Huh! ‘That’s only yellow journal ’ism.” I know 6f no manner of speaking sc offensive as that of giving praise, and closing it with an exception.—Steele. YOU CAN CURE CATARRH By using Cole’s Carbolisalve. It is a most effective remedy. AU druggists. 25 and 50c. Adv. The more justice some people gel the less they are inclined to boast ol it ' Don’t buy water for bluing. Liquid blue is almost all water. Buy Red Cross Bal) Blue, the blue that’s all blue. Adv. A fool and her money frequently marry into the nobility. While thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head —Shakespeare.

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ADVENTURE or THE RED CIRCLE (Continued.) “This Is serious, Watson.” he cried. There is some deviltry going forward! Why should such a message stop in such away? I should put Scotland Yard in touch w-ith this business —and yet, it is too pressing for us to leave.” “Shall I go for the policy?” “We must define the situation a little more clearly. It may bear some more innocent interpretation. Come, Watson, let us go across ourselves and see what we can make Os it.” As we walked rapidly down Howe street I glanced back at the building which we had left. There, dimly outined at the top window, I could see he shadow of a head, a woman’s head, gazing tensely, rigidly, out into the night, waiting with breathless suspense for the renewal of that interrupted message. At the doorway of the Howe street flats a man. muffled In a cravat and great-coat, was leaning against the railing. He started as the hall-light fell upon our faces. “Holmes!” he cried. “Why, Gregson!” said my com panon, as be shook hands with the Scotland Yard detective. “Journeys end with loverS’ meetings. What brings vou here?” “The same reasons that bring you,

,i MF “What Brings You Here?” expect.” said Gregson. “How you jot on to It I can’t imagine.” “Different threads, but leading tip o the same tangle. I’ve been taking .he signals.” “Signals?” “Yes, from that window. They jroke off in ttye middle. We came >ver to see the reason. But since it is safe in your hands I see no object in continuing the business.” “Wait a bit!” cried Gregson, eagery. “I’ll do you this justice, Mr. holmes, that I was never in a case hat I didn’t feel stronger for having rou on my side. There’s only the one ?xit to these flats, so we have him safe.” “Who is he?” “Well, well, we score over you for iwce, Mr. Holmes. You must give 15 best this time.” He struck his stick sharply upon the ground, on vbich a cabman, his whip in his hand, auntered over from a four-wheeler vhich stood on the far side of the street “May I introduce you to Mr. Sherlock Holmes?” he said to the cabnan. “This Is Mr. Leverton of Pinkerton’s American agency.” "The hero of the Long Island Cave nystery?” said Holmes. “Sir, I am leased to meet you.” The American, a quiet, businesslike rcung man, with a clean-shaven, latchet face, flushed up at the words »f commendation. “I am ofi the trail •f my life now, Mr. Holmes,” said he. ‘lf I can get Gorgiano—” “What! Gorgiano of the Red Write?” “Oh, he has a European fame, has le? Well, we’ve learned all about lim in America. We know he is at he bottom of fifty murders, and yet ve have nothing positive we can take dm on. I tracked him over from New fork, and I’ve been close to him for i week in London, waiting some exluse to get my hand on his collar. Mr. Iregson and I ran him to ground In hat big tenement house, and there’s mly the one door, so he can’t slip us. There’s three folk come out since he vent In, but I’ll swear he wasn’t one if them.” "Mr. Holmes talks of signals,” said Jregson. “T expect, as usual, he mows a good deal that we don’t” In a few clear words Holmes explained the situation as it had apleared to us. The American struck ils hands together with vexation. “He’s on to us!" he cried. "Why do you think so?” "Well, It figures out that way, does t hot? Here he is, sending out meslages to an accomplice—there are several of his gang in London. Then sudlenly, just as by your own account he vas telling them that there was danjer, he broke short off. What could t mean except that from the window le had suddenly either caught sight If us in the street, or in some way some to understand how close the langer was, and that he must act Ight away if he was to avoid It? Vhat dQ you suggest. Mr. Holmes?”

“Tnat we go up at once and see for ourselves.” “But we have no warrant for his arrest.” “He is in unoccupied premises under suspicious circumstances,” said Gregson. “That is good enough for the moment When we have him by the heels we can see if New York can’t help us to keep him. I’ll take the responsibility of arresting him now.” Our official detectives may blunder in the matter of intelligence, but never in that of courage. Gregson climbed the stair to arrest this desperate murderer with the same absolutely quiet and businesslike bearing with which he would have ascended the official staircase of Scotland Yard. The Pinkerton man had tried to push past him, but Gregson had firmly elbowed him back. London dangers were the privilege of the London force. The door of the left-hand flat upon the third landing was standing ajar. Gregson pushed it open. Within all was absolute silence and darkness. I struck a match, and lit the detective’s lantern. As I did so, and as the flicker steadied into a flame, we all gave a gasp of surprise. On the deal boards of the carpetless floor there was outlined a fresh track of blood. The red steps pointed towards us, and led away from an inner room, the door of which was closed. Gregson flung it open and held his light full blaze in front of him, whilst we all peered eagerly over his shoulders. In the middle of the floor of the empty room was huddled the figure of an enormbus man, his clean-shaven, swarthy face grotesquely horrible in its contortion, and his head encircled by a ghastly crimson halo of blood, lying in a broad wet circle upon the white woodwork. His knees were drawn up, his hands thrown out in agony, and from the center of his broad, brown, upturned throat there projected the white haft of a knife driven blade-deep into his body. Giant as he was, the man must have gone down like a pole-axed ox before that terrific blow. Beside his right hand a most formidable horn-handled, twoedged dagger lay upon the floor, and near it a black kid glove. “By George! it’s Black Gorgiano himself!” cried the American detective. “Some one has got ahead of us this time.” "Here is the candle in the window, Mr. Holmes,” said Gregson. “Why, whatever are you doing?” Holmes had stepped across, had lit the candle, and was passing it backand forwards across the win-dow-panes. Then he peered into the darkness, blew the candle out, and threw it on the floor. “I rather think that will be helpful.” said he. He came over and stood in deep thought, while the twp professionals were examining the body. “You say that three people came out £rom the flat while you were waiting downstairs,” said he, at last. “Did you observe them closely?" "Yes, I did." “Was there a fellow about thirty, black-bearded, dark, of middle size?” “Yes; he was the last to pass me.” “That is your man, I fancy. I can give you his description, and we have

(ill x The Red Steps Pointed Toward Us. a very excellent outline of his footmark. That should be enough for you.”

. Parish Split Over Latin

French and Germane of Metz at War Over the Proper Sound of “U.” The proper method of pronouncing Latin has long been a matter of controversy among the learned, but it is startling to find an entire parish disorganized by the question. This is the case in the parish of St. Maximin’s, In Metz. The older clergy of Alsace-Lorraine were brought up under French influence, and are accustomed to pronounce the church Latin with the soft French “u.” The younger generation has been taught in the schools to pronounce the “u” full, according to the German and Italian manner. Yesterday the choir of St. Maximin's pronounced tbe Latin of the pieces sung at mass in tho German way. The parish priest, an old man, solemnly rebuked them, and they shut up their music books and left the church. Probably the clergyman found the new pronunciation grated on his ears, and bls outburst was due to the sensitiveness of a scholar.

“Not much, Mr. Holmes, among the mUltons of London.” "Perhaps not. That is why 1 thought it best to summon this lady to your aid.” We all turned round at the words. There, framed in the doorway, was a "tall and beautiful woman—the mysterious lodger of Bloomsbury. Slowly she advanced, her face pale and drawn with a frightful apprehension, her eyes fixed and staring, her terrified gaze riveted upon the dark figure on the floor. “You have killed him!” she muttered. “Oh, Dio mio, you have killed him!” Then I heard a sudden sharp intake of her I>reath, and she sprang into the air with a cry of joy. Round and round the room she danced, her hands clapping, her dark eyes gleaming with delighted wonder, and a thousand pretty Italian exclamations pouring from her lips. It was terrible and amazing to see such a woman so convulsed with joy at ’such a sight. Suddenly she stopped and gazed at us all with a questioning stare. "But you! You are police, are you not? You have killed Giuseppe Gorgiano. Is it not so?” “We are police, madam.” She looked round into the shadows of the room. “But where, then, is Gennaro?” she asked. “He is my husband, Gennaro X<ucca. I am Emilia Lucca, and we are both from New York. Where 1» Gennaro? He called me this moment l “By George, It’s Black Gorgiano Him self,” Cried the American Detective. from this window, and I ran with al) my speed.” “It was I who called,” said Holmes “You! How could you call?” "Your cipher was not difficult madam. Your presence here was de sirable. I knew that 1 had only tc flash ‘Vieni’ and you would surely come.” The beautiful Italian looked with awe at my companion. • “I do not understand how you know these things,” she said. “Giuseppe Gorgiano—how did he —” She paused and then suddenly her face lit ui with pride and delight. “Now I see it! My Gennaro! My splendid, beau tiful Gennaro, who has guarded me safe from all harm, he did it, with his own strong hand he killed the monster! Oh, Gennaro, how wonderful you are! What woman could ever be worthy of such a man?” “Well, Mrs. Lucca,” said the prosaic Gregson, laying his hand upon the lady’s sleeve with as little sentiment as if she were a Notting Hill hooli gan, “I am not very clear yet who you are or wh# you are; but you’ve said enough to make it clear that we shall -want you at the Yard. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Dust in High Altitudes. In his just-completed work on the “Existence and Efforts of Aerial Dcst on the Mont Blanc Glaciers,” M. Vai lot, the proprietor of the observatories on the mountain, states that during his inaestigations in 1911, when he spent some weeks on the summit oi Mont Blanc,, he noticed many white butterflies and wasps, which did not seem at all affected by the high alti tude. They had probably been blown upwards by strong air currents, and hovered over the glaciers in spite ot the great cold. as if they were in the valley. M. Valbot also states that there is a certain amount of dust in the high aerial regions which is continually falling upon the Alpine glaciers. Great Writer Not Sensitive. The Late Henry Labouchere, though he was an exponent of personal journalism (the “I” appearing everywhere in Truth instead of the editorial “we”) was never punctilious about having his “copy” edited by his sul> ordinates. “It has always appeared to me,” he said, “that the making of an article requires two persons, one to write it, another to cut it down-and generally to cut out what the first man most admires.

The parishioners, however, are not scholars, and are now divided into two camps—those who maintain that, as Metz is now a German city, the church Latin should be sung in the German way, and those who hold that the choir is doing the work ot German officials and attempting to destroy French influence. New \ork Tribune. Work for Each. No one of my fellows can do that special work for me which 1 have come into the world to do; he may do a higher work, but he cannot do my work. I cannot hand over my work to him, any more than I can hand over my responsibilities or my gifts. I must do . . . my work. I may do little or I may do much. That matters not. It must be my own work. —Ruskin. Nation’s Water Power. In the United States it is said that there are water powers available representing 37,000,000 horsepower, of which only one-sixth la developed.

A CHANTICLER HAT What Happened After Nevin Granby Ran Into Something Sharp. By GRACE McKINSTRY. You wouldn’t have thought that the top of Maizie Moore’s pretty head was the place for a fighting cock, with sharp beak and warlike tail feathers, to rest, but the chanticler hat nestled down in a most charming and becoming manner upon her blond braids. Ae a matter of fact, anything seemed to be becoming to Maizie, she was so delightfully fresh and wholesomelooking. Nevin Granby thought so. most decidedly. But the worst of it was, he wasn’t alone in this opinion, for he hadn’t called many times at the house before observing that Bert Ainsworth, also a frequent caller, thought the same thing. Bert and Nevin boarded at the same place, but they had never been particularly friendly, and now it looked as if they were in a fairway to hate each other. Maizie was kindness itself to both of them. She accepted Nevin’s boxes of Huyier’s and Bert’s violets with equally gracious smiles, Nevin encouraged himself in the belief that at least they were neck and neck in the race. But one gloomy evening he discovered, to his dismay, that he had fallen behind. The whole family were in the library, and the inevitable Bert also, when the subject of health came up. “You don’t seem to be such a good advertisement for your boarding place, Granby, as Bert is,” said Mr. Moore, half jokingly. "You need to devote more attention to the matter of health, I fancy. Drink a glass of milk every night, and take more exercise in the fresh air.” Nevin fancied that Maizie was comparing him with Bert, and he had to acknowledge that the latter had all the advantage. Not only was Bert the picture of health, but he was so sure of himself, so self-assertive, that he inspired admiration and confidence, whereas Nevin had always been of the pale, thin, quiet type. Nevin went home that night resolved that he would not go to the Moore’s again until things were different. Well, how could he alter his appearance? He was a little inclined to indigestion, but had no serious illhealth, so he hardly felt like consulting a doctor. Let’s see —to begin with, he could fletcherize. Then, he remembered how much he had read about the danger of eating raw or insufficiently cooked food —Mrs. Hawkins, his landlady, was not as particular as she might be. And a malt tonic might build him up, too. And he wouldn’t forget Mr. Moore’s advice about exercise. He told Mrs. Hawkins that he would like to exchange his rooms for one of her little apartments with a kitchenette, since he was about to begin a certain line of diet, and expected to prepare many of his meals himself. And he started in with all the earnestness of a man who has a serious mission in life. He decided not to seek a new position until his health was fully restored. He didn’t realize that Mrs. Hawkins was growing suspicious, nor did he dream that, when she saw the row of malt-tonic bottles outside his door, she inferred that he had been discharged because he had taken to drink. But, through Mrs. Hawkins, Bert Ainsworth must have gotten the idea, and through Bert, the Moores; for the next time that Nevin Granby called upon Maizie, the atmosphere felt like a refrigerator. This did not tend to improve his health. He grew paler and more spirtiless as the days went on. Finally, one misty evening, he started out for a lonely walk, scarcely noticing where he was going. And the first thing he knew, he had run into something sharp—something that caused hm to give a cry of pain, and put his hand to his forehead! He felt blood flowing down over his face, he dimly realized that his left eye was hurt, but before he fainted he distinctly heard Maizie Moore’s frightened exclamation: “Oh, how horrible that the beak on my chanticler hat should have done this!” Nevin was taken at once to the hospital. The conscience-stricken Maizie was most attentive, in the way of calls, and inquiries, and delicacies. But she had heard so many stories about the strange life that Granby had been leading for some months, that her interest hardly went beyond pity, and deep regret that she had caused the accident. And, besides, she had almost decided to follow her father’s advice, and accept Bert Ainsworth. It was surprising how proud and prosperous-looking Bert had become; her mother strongly suspected that some long-lost uncle had left him a fortune. Maizie was thinking along this line, one day, when she stopped in a restaurant near the hospital to drink a cup of chocolate before making her dally inquiry for Nevin Granby. It startled her, therefore, to- hear two girls at a nearby table discussing Mr. Granby and Mr. Ainsworth—it seemed like her own thoughts spoken aloud. "Yes,” said the first girl, "I know that everybody says those horrid things about Nevin Granby, but they aren’t so. And everybody thinks Bert Ainsworth *lb a wonder, and that Isn’t so, either!” » "But just look at the difference In the two men," said her friend, “how do you account for that? Anyone who has eyes can see Bert Ainsworth’s superiority."

Clothes a Political Badge. The Chinese have always had a “philosophy of clothes;” their garments are symbols. Consequently, if a Chineman is a revolutionist and wishes to express his frankest criticism of the old regime, and to indicate that he is open as day to all the influences of the west, he cuts off his queue, steps into a little tailor shop and orders a straw hat, a celluloid collar and a pair of cuffs, colored socks, a safety razor and a pair of American boots. The tailor shops pro-

“Have you ever seen that play. The Harvest Moon?'" said the first girl. “If you have, you’ll understand what I mean by the power of suggestion. You see, I’m a distant relative of the Granby’s, and I happen to know that Nevin never drinks, or gambles, ot does anything out of the way. But 1 have an idea that he is becoming 8 health-faddist; some one must have suggested that he was ill, and now he does nothing but worry about germs and things. He has plenty of money, and that’s the reason he didn’t worry more about losing bio position.” “Well, that’s certainly interesting!’’ said the second girl, “but what has the power of suggestion to do with Bert Ainsworth’s prosperity?” “Everything!" asserted the first girl, positively. “Have you any idea of the sort of circulars that are sent him? Being urged continually to invest in mines and factories and bdnds would make any of us feel like capitalists, after awhile. And he has also, I am told, been urged to make himself everlastingly famous by writing the words to a popular song, which makes him think that he has brains, as welt as riches. And then he has so many aristocratic acquaintances. They say Stanley Moore makes a great pet of him, and I hear ” But Maizie decided that she had heard enough. She paid her bill hastily, and went over to the hospital. And, strangely enough, Nevin Granby’s improvement in health dated from that very day. and the ugly wound in his forehead healed quickly, and thoroughly—as did likewise the wound in his heart. “You’ll never want to see a chanticler hat again, will you. Mr. Granby?" remarked the nurse, on the day of his leaving the -.hospital. But to her astonishment he replied: “Why—ah—l don’t know that I should greatly objest—in fhet, I rather like chanticler hats.” INCLUDE THEM IN THE BILL Hotel Managers of New York Charge for Souvenirs, Which They Know Will Be Taken. If it were not for the souvenir thief no hotel manager would be gray headed or bald. Their lives would be one long dream of bliss, broken three times daily by a spasm of happiness when they sell 35 cents’ worth of food for $1.25. But the memento grabber ages him. “We tried to make the waiter protect the silver,” said one the other day. “And we found that after the waiter worked for us a month h: owed us money, because of fines for stolen silver. That wouldn’t do. That same waiter would do his waiting elsewhere —first trying to break even with the establishment before leaving. And it is very unpleasant to lock the doors of a private dining room until we audit the teaspoons.” So all hotel managers have adopted a new plan. The cost of stealing silver is Included in the bill for the meal you take in the public dining room. That is a matter of average. When you dine with a merry little party—or several merry little parties, as it sometimes happens —in a private room, it is alsq included in the bill. Not long ago the man who entertains out of town buyers in a certain wholesale line ordered a private dining room and a special dinner for a half dozen guests. The hotel manager gave him a figure. “Tell your cook to spread himself on this dinner,” said the prospective host, laughingly. “My guests are all from the west” “Pardon me,” said the manager, hurriedly. “I forgot an item. Your bill will be $2 more.” The host looked at the memorandum and found an item marked “spoons.” “Much better to charge for the spoons in advance,” said the hotel man, without a blush. “The ladies from out of town all take ’em. So do the ladies from in town. This way we’re safe and they’re saved a stn.” Ancient Graves. Some interesting archeological dls> coveries have been made recently by a French party engaged in extensive excavations at Jerusalem, on the southeastern slope of the Temple Hill —the Ophel of Scripture. A numbei of very early tombs containing pot tery were discovered, but only a few of the graves were sufficiently wel preserved to enable their exact age to be determined. Judging from the fragments of pottery and other ob jects which were found, they appeal to date from about 3000 B. C. to 200C B. C. Some of the fragments resemble the class of ware discovered by Schlieman at Hissarlik, in Troy, anc other places in Asia Minor, while some show traces of archaic Greek influ ence. There were also found some broken figures of Ashtaroth, the Canaanite form of the Babylonian goddess Ishtar, but no inscriptions either In Babylonian or Phoenician were brought to light. Strange Meals in Disraeli’s NovelsSome of the meals in Disrael’s now els are of a decidedly barbaric nature Not many ot us nowadays would care t 4 sit through the dinner described In “Venetia,” which opened with “an ample tureen of potage royal, with e boned duck swimming in its center Then came a huge roast pike, flanked on one side by a leg of mutton and or the other by bombarded veal. Tc these succeeded a grand battalia fire in which the bodies of chickens, pig eons and rabbits were embalmed is spices, cocks' combs and savory balls and well bedewed with one of those rich sauces of claret, anchovy and sweet herbs, technically termed . - lear. . . . The repast closed witt

a dish of oyster loaves and a pompe tone of larks.”

ducing crude semi-foreign apparel which spring up in almost every im portant street, are inundated with orders to supply “outward manifests tions of a progressive spirit,” and the local agents of British sewing ma chines are not able to supply fast enough the machines required to kee] pace with the demand. The Kind. "He simply pretended to try didn’t her “Yes, just made a feint effort”

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