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BE 70M) ‘THE Mme SHES .. missionary of the Moor ; field foimdme‘ landing “I in 1,] 11 1 bond upon the relifiyflotiorm 1» watching my train than: any to- , '1' theeut. Heis'gladtoeeetne. lemothisown ,- "Z .kind.. and there are so few of his find about that ~_‘. _ W is strong and win. He is bravo '2} . ' fife and tom-looting. Tor six months he i if reeds, drenched by reins, scorched by suns, and Med by the flies- As to the flies there is some- é thing to be said. They add much to the missionary’s 1 burden, and furnish .uneqneled opportunity for the ".'e;te:1eiu1 oi the Christian graces of patieme and ~ edit-cosine} In early spring they appear, and in; forms but in unvaryiog persistence and ferocity ' “l ' ' , ire mud: dies, the bulldogs, "yhich take the 1 ‘ local ngaie3, which «one: take several pieces i “it cot, mosquitoes. sasleenine. mmmifut, ‘ 1 fellows db arrey on snow- d‘j‘ all have are}. a hip and a stick at“; each an 1: . ‘ from the missionary as he pushed on by night etid' 1 .1 by day through their savage territory. I glance at y - .1-liim. and sure enough they seem to have got all 1. and the bone. His nerve, too, is all there, and his ” " ’l‘teort' is sound and“1nrdcrdns ribs; 1his admiring flock considers the right spot. 1 “drivers along the pitching trails and oordutoy‘ OWN the whole summer they continue in vary‘. ' M out." the any wings, the blue d‘evils , s’- 1 .13 W ‘the juice out of him, but they have left the Sinew' which one of By RALPH CONNER Author “Bl k. ” “SI: P 70!, ” Etc.- milk-house. “Rd“ “WWW " ‘ 1“ g' 00" R00 3 . tledtnmoeihenewhouse,all looking from this the bedroom, live by seen, with bed snug and trim. ' the here we drive intothe Mead and washstand. both home-made“ and bah mixed list to the hall. Altogether a snug little, tight little house, going a long way to content one with being a bachelor 1 And now we hitch up Golddust. and are oil through the glorious yellow light and purple. line oi this September afternoon Golddnst is the mis~ siona'ry's horse, and evidently the missionary' 0 weak- ness. His name; and as his owher thinks his speed. his spirit, and other characteristics. he inherits from ‘his. sire, Old Golddost of Western racing fame. Old Golddost, if he has transmitted his character- istics. must have been a horse of singular modesty. for his son continues resolutely unwilling through- out this driye to moire any display oi his noble: 111111 r report of Golddiiitt rookie airs, 4th" whit know how to handle hint,” the bye dollars in his own horse flailing instinct It is quite true that Golddust has not always shown his present mild and trustful disposition goes on to tell how, being loaned for a day to a brother missionary up west. the horse had returned in the evening much excited, but not much the worse, with a pair oi shafts dangling at his heels missionary brother did not appear "till the d‘a‘y folâ€" . duestir'in, warm“ bought him for twenty-‘ One remitâ€"of the deal has been an .. firunlirnited confidence on the part of the missionary 1‘ Indeed, the missionary‘ The- of the clearing stands I' cluster of log Wildlife;â€" stables oi difierent kinds, yord filled with cattle. {or the milking time is on, A shy lad of ten, with sonbnrned. {bedded bee :ndg'oodblneqes. comesiorwgrdandisgreeted “Donald” by the missionary.‘ “Hello, Donald, how are you?" 1 ask, open- ing the conversation. Dorian! looks at me sad is in- audible. ate-awhile unhitching Golddlnt with lush V4110” “mt,“ 1,,“ ' “‘How many cattle have you, Donald?” I sens ' tare again. ' 1 Donald evidently considered this a reasonable for he answers in delicious Sootéh: “Abou-e-t the-rvrâ€"h-ty." What a pity we can find no spelling to, shit combination of ' pirate, inns added curve to the in ". “Abou-e- t markâ€"holy.” 1 My heart goes out to him, and watching his neat, quick work with Golddos't, I begin to understand the ’ look of thri about the yard. It is the market the “weel daein” Scot We go up to the door of the new log house. Berton: the door are two broad flat stones washed clean. “Scotch again,‘ I say to myself. Had I not se them in many a Scotch village in front of the little stone Panacea than-had “A Jule-.1! mm. right out, ~thk. :1‘ q the mosquitoes, unslccp and flies, which‘ h is Saturday afternoon, and we are to driye to, the farthest of “his three stations to be ready for the Communion Service there, at; half~past ten to~morrow morning. . ' _“ Whérc does it lie?" I ask. ‘ ‘ “ Oh‘ awayibeyond the _Marshes," was thetanswer. Every one evidently kimws where the Great Marshes ,are'. ‘ But first we must drink a delicious’ cup'of tea' from a 'brnvc young Scotchwomim',‘ who has leémcd the trick'qf making a hor'nc for'her httéband and babies amid the limitations of Canadian wilds, little like the Edinburgh home where she herself was a baby, and Wch she left nqt so my long ago. Then won-mat take a look at tho new mans: of which the missionary feels he has the right; to be modestly proud, for it is mostly the work ‘of'hfi own hand. , He. like his great Master, ‘is a car- pentg’r, and day and night fin the paws 'of his punching and visiting and studying; 'hb has wrought at it, hating such help as he can, till there. it sands, among the trees, the little mum mansc, announce in; to all that the mission‘has came to stay. .The lib)?! V661»; fit): 'Wflfint-dcsk, bookshelf, table; all of ”the ’misaiomry's making, $03.er reception and dining room, study, Md parkir. Behind it is the kitchen} with ingenious cupboargs; and opening at Volume I 7. HIGHLAND PARK, ILLINOIS, DECEMBER 10 Author gif'Blaok Rockfl “Sky Pilot m on from this the bedroom, five by' 'suen. wfih bed mt’tlm Mead and washstand. both home-made.. and both brawn mixed fist to the Val]. Altogether a snug link, fluke ' tig‘hf little house. going a long way to content one in' the evening much excited, but not much the worse:I Meantime We are drinking deep of the_ delights of this mellow afternoon. On either side of our trail lie yellow harvest fields, narrow; like those of eastern Canada; and set in frames «of green poplar bluffs that rustle and shimmer under the softly going wind. Then on through scrub we go, bumping aver roots and pitching through holes. till we sud- denly push out from the scrub and before us lie the Marshes. There they sweep for miles away, with their different grasses mums and whispering. under the steady blowing breeze. first the redâ€"tho, then as the soil grows wet the blueioint and the swamp grass, and out o} the standing water the dark green reeds. and furthest m the tall wild cane bowing its namely. taunted head. There red-tap and btuedohtt caches m the haylmda oi the eet‘ Skirting the edge of the Marshes, we push again timing]: angling rub, then put more marshes, and mm M w re we follow a winding trad till it leadu. us into a little clearing. In the center V , K of the dating stands (cluster of In. - WIMP stables oi diflcrem kinda H Eta, 'milk-boue. the old shantnmd a! : lit tie diam five new home. all looking mamd‘fim.‘wm¢hnw¢dfiniutoihe yud filled with cattle. {or tlu miiking time is on. “Bella, Donald, how are you?" I ask, openâ€" ing the mutation. DouId took: u me and n in- audible. While unhitchiug Golddust with gun. «Ions rapidity- \ ._ not sedkthem 7in many a Scotch village in from: of the little stone cottages. thatched and deeked with the climbing rose! ‘ , . The 6‘90: is opened by Mrs. McPhail Tim is not her name, of coma. I am not going to out- rage the. my modesty of that little wanna by pub ting her name in botd print for all the film to see. A‘ dear little woman she is,¢bowed somewhat with' the burden of her life, but though her sweet face gs word and thin, it is very bright, and now it ‘13 aglow with welcome to her friend thumissionary. She weIcomes me, too, but with a gentte reserve She is ready enough to give of her hearts wealth bin oniy 30 those she has learned to trust And my friend has gainer! a full reward for his six months‘ work inithet he has won this woman s willing trust. When the flush tailed up by the greeting dies, 1 see we pi): she is, ind I "wonder how the winds and from: and fierce suné have left so iittk: trace upon the in: of a Mmitoba father’s wife. I un- dentand this later, but not now. When she was a girl, her hair was thick and fair, but now it is white and thin, and is draw}: snwothly hack and fastened in a «cent. finialkuét behind Her eyes, once bright and blue, are blue still, but faded, for tears, salt and hot, have inked dutthetaiar.‘ Shamaflmmldreu, aimpknnd neat; aid thé collar at the neck and the ace-edged kerchiei at the breast and ghe tidy daintinm of all ‘, 1904. Number 2.