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Who's Who in Wheat. Based on a press report stating that J. C. Mitchell, of Dahinda, Saskatche- wan, intended to try to win back the wheat crown at the International Show at Chicago, the New York Bun recent- ly published the following editorial under the heading "Who's Who In Wheat": -- : Montana supplied to the world its champion wheat grower last year when L. P. Yates, of Fishtail, in that state, captured the title at the Inter- national Grain, Hay and Stock Show in the autumn in Chicago, but Canada does not intend to let the honor stay south of the international boundary if its farmers can drag it morth™ The Dominion now announces that J. O, Mitchell, of Dahinda, Saskatchewan, who has already been cock of the walk three times ,will be a contestant this fall. Mr. Mitchell was not in the con- test in 1925, but he will be on the shore of Lake Michigan this year. This International competition was instituted fifteen years ago, and Can- ada has taken the blue ribbon thirteen times. Seager Wheeler, of Rosthern, Baskatchewan, succeeded In finding top place five times. Nobody else touches Mr. Wheeler's record in this|come back to me, m achievement. gently in his eager aith in her. Canada's hope this year has a typt- | taught you the piano, and now you're cal ploneer's history. He came to saving America in 1906 from Manchester, Eng- | T'Y Disture the to Hive hi nds land. He did not have any capital. He '. M:Zht lose that, if you didn't help took up a quarter-section of land forty | miles from the railway and went to I'm working?" asked the girl. work. Now he farms 800 acres and is | "It "t matter then. asking the Canadian Department of. tunes right through that suit Agriculture to register a new potato! thing. he has developed which appears to be | when ali that a spud can aspire to be. To- said to the girl one day. ned Ris conversation with and repo that day theatre, see them evening and whisper happenihg on the screen?" | The girl stared. "What! Ge tg the | pictures every night?" She was in the front of the audience' that evening, staring stories and hoa the almost blind man. "He's thrilling. ng down like anything. ' The love trills faded. became ma; and threatening. With his medium to help him, Mr. Barley came though without mishap. | He walked back that night with his' arm linked into Felishy"s. His eyes were so weak that he hardly dared open them. When he did open them, | he saw little or nothi: dark spectacles. "My bread cast on the watere has "1 | It's only needful at night, the crowd is there." farm and the homestead place. , it Mr. Mitchell has epent very little a the, next Monday Mi. Barley felt| time telling other persons that there is no chance for a man today. He! j went out and made his chance. And he did not maké it by loafing during the wheat seasons either. -- Big Family of Settlers. Mr. and Mrs. John A, Stundebeck, 5a show or the screen. icture, knowing what a hopeless (he was making of the music. how, until 7 o'clock, he banged out some kind of sound; then, when Fel ishy arrived, he roce. "Bread cast on the waters, Felicia!" he said rather brokenly. "I--I can't pay any more. Perhaps I'm getting ipast it. Play for me, will you, my from Minnesota, have recently settled dear? There's music somewhére near! in the Humboldt district, Saskatche- the piano, I think. And the proprietor; wan, with nine children ranging in age won't mind. You shall have my wages | from two to 19 years. They bought, for to-night, if you'll save my j 960 acres of farm land In"this district for me. : : . and came with several thousand dol- jFelishy siipped Into the Rano hat} with suspicious readiness. She struel ars in Sash oy = Br wrong chord to begin; but it was equipment valued at $3,500. °Y 'the last mistakesshe made. From then | made the trip from their home in Min- onward. she played her delight of the' nesota in a motor car and motor truck picture into her music. on which was built a house large standpoint, it Was perfection. enough to hold the big family, which| The old man listened in utter con- is the modern style of covered wagon tent. LIES or prairie schooner in which settlers! Then he felt his way to the little of to-day make their migrations, In'T00m where he kept his hat hd coat. the old days the ox or muledrawn He never 2itempted to nse Eyes 4 now, unless the need was imperative. covered wagon took days or weeks to e knew himself to be on the edge cover long distances, whereas now the of tetal blindness unless he took care. motor driven prairie schooner makes | He came softly back to the empty the journeys in hours or days. hall, wondering "where Felicia was, -- Sudden'y he paused, hearing her voice Thousands of Birds Die and the proprietor's, Hesitant whether to go forward or "Swall » » back, at "S ows' Pass | Felicia's voice, strangely subdued, was The swallow, so dear to the hearts i the half-blind man waited. § peaking. . of the German people that countless| "Yes, I'd be glad of the job, Mr. songs and poems have been dedicated Brooker. But you'd have to pay me to them, are reported to be on the [thirty shillings a week, because I'm verge of extinction. {better than old Barley, and Pd have Investigation has revealed that" the t© chuck my other job, if you want me t two o'clock every day." birds are being electrocuted by the | ere a ¢ : " thousands at "Swallows' Pass" in the | J\'- DAT'eY, a gentleman by instinct jrather than by design, had backed Alps, which in recent years has been | away the moment he guessed that he spanned by high tension electric lines | was playing eavesdropper to a con- from the power plants of laké Como. versation which was certainly not for On their flights through the Alps to his ears. He put out his hands and and from North Africa the swallows touched 'the steamy wall of the pass- rest on the wires, and in fluttering #8 into which he had retreated: Turn- about frequently touch two wires at | ing, he went rather unsteadfly into We the same time. Thousands of dead woul wait ve birds have been found in the caverns | He ot a i Reicia x below. throat as he regis! that intention. ' had lost Felishy,. | rnb From to-night Strange that he should be more 108s of her friendship, by the knowledge that she was The Generous Man. "How Is it we never get any cream : broken by the him of his last chance of bushand, ivedthood! 4 guth ; en our milk?" sald the newly Wedded Tobbi "I complained to the milkman," ex- gu plained the young wife, "and he sald that he always filled our jug so full of milk that there was no room for cream, ' He is such 3 nice man." i ------ mt -- Modern Learning. _ Bchool Mistress -- "Now, what did the Romans do Tor Girl--"They civilized 'em, as @ penny asked '| tons?" Small miss." |» Mistress--""And how did they do 2 that?' "| 'Second Small Girl--"Please, miss, 'y.! they taught 'em to fight" to you ¢ Sort 7 "Now another favor, Felicia," he low m joe "I need to know What the Pietires an fut on the screen are doing, > oat bis m; Hat is that he would to me w ng through the troubled, as he | old piano. seemed dear," he said was fu me fron starvation. I've only ed struck it as loudly as he Yet the music, as it went on beneath , el 'his fumblin "What about the afternoons, when ly { began to y with a I play curac 2.0 his lifetime of exper- every- jence He struck wrong notes; own he broke off in the middle of the serial he mess as he played for his $16 a movie--the $16 which alone stood be- | tween him and the last dishonor of . charity. y Night after night, after his hours of work had made his brain reel and his fingers almost too weary to strike the notes, he found himself playing well, doubted his keys as he struck hte: but rarely a discord of any kind wa jed him that he was less than perfect. In "some strange, indirect way, his bread had come back ki pl 3 {that even the threat of hu dread of poverty, the shame of ¢ could not From a movie | was the beginning of t Ye! while h by his drowsing brain, the right chord rang out confiden forward a the music went on! 2 man suddenly wandering into a world of magic, lifted his clenched hands. With his fists doubled, he banged down at e hurried, unfaltering, un: t A Fi Mr. Barley staggered to his feet. to-day. badly all the dpe me y form. I Mr. Brooker to be ~He seemed rted a. conversation he had had expected . generosit; with the owner of the little But dfter re pla upon an older piano is Played is Tor, ean n more to be wing Sack home foot hich 'had been ent. Mr! Bari He went a | nad checkmated Felicia, Yet bis heart was up at the vivid reely oh them to jory over hi His ul vie- the. little slum ec! brought no content, traitress though she was. a kissin' her!" said Felishy, It was cold, the next morning, in the Mr. Banley played ewesty-awost the snest a id Enema. B rills. t henged and syremimed a fairy t » the villain and his Fog ; aes own game. Hi music instrument, stabbed with fear self every time he hit a wrong note; glowing with delight.of himself when the blind fingers erred not. Three hours of practice; then he went back to his lodging for what rest and food he could afford, alone, the old man ting F. over for him- That afternoon he felt nervous and seated himself at the So nervous that his senses out of true. Now that the hall Il of children the tone of the iano was different in his ears. He rd his opening chord, but wonder-| re had not intended. why Lis nervous fin, touch, sounded sufficient. good. * He recovered himself and hanical uo- d He was Ete ting Felicia! Not a note wrong, from beginni oF ieny Suid Bothing. aut zhe help. to end of the performance. He da e m for the rest of the week, until to fi day a railroad crosses the Mitchell he knew beforcn 1. every move t be ni atter himself by a few words when shook hands with Mr. Brooker that ht. : $e began to lose all faith in his believed he was dirinety obits) 1evi e 'was eA the a: at long Even briZiantly! m, ™m- to him, after all! he faltered as he charity spur him much 4 end for him. t the music rippled on, even is hands were almost untaught He struck wi:d)y for a chord, know- ng it to be hopeless guesswork. But ly. He dimly remembered stories where some kindly saint came back 'to life! and took the place mortals, of weary or errant He wondered, in a kind of stupor, he bent over the instrument with his rms hanging mp at his sides. But Then, The old man, va; distressed would be Lo himself o iano. The music went on, un- ------ a -- EVERY hour of the vo i. If they have been poorly launder ed they are a constant annoyance. Lux laundering will keep them true in both colour and shape-- will permit them to drape in soft graceful folds, i Ere La Be cartfull to FH gine Lue Ht ald only in 11) b | } And, as he rose, the music stopped at last. He Hfted his dark spectacles from his i + And he found himself looking down at Felicia's white, startled face. She, also, had ; | There 'were two pianos there, back: to back. His own instrument dumb, every n had been playing on the second British Landscape Spoiled By Ugly Modern Houses England is becoming worried about its countryside™ The English country- side is famous, nat.only for its lovely landscape, its hedges, meadows and parklands, but also for its picturesque ano, | cottages, many of them hundreds of while his stupid hands fumbled over Years old and of historic origin . keys which never gave out a note! | Many of these cottages, nestling They had t in getting him close to the ground, . their thatched |e and | he was bik Jor ; Tather a long roofs blending with the contour of the me. one. day n land, are now decrepit; and one by one lodgings with Felicia beside him, he they are disappearing, to make way oe rétood g/ y 'for modern houses of practical but tr aia 8 play oor ugly desizn. Post-war real estate "de- stolidly. "But we, both of us, knew Velopments" are sweeping away whole {what a proud oid man you was, and colonies of old-time English homes. 'ow _you'd never take a penny of help.| Agitation against this "vandalism" So we worked it with the two pianos. [has finally producecd a definite: move. He's kind, fs Mr. Brooker, and he's!ment to check it. A number of lead. put me up to thirty-five shidings a ing societies, including the Royal Sa. up a mirror on top of: Week. clety of Arts and the Society for the. Tigges u I could look and see | Protection of Old Buildings, is raising what your hands were doing. But | i I a fun of $250,000, to be added to from This | after once you'd started, I could tell time to time, which will be used to what you were playing without much repair and preserve all worthy ex- Jooktng. 1 Just) ed oh now an', amples of ural architecture, so far as then, 'by gla: up at rror. it is possible. ' But I'd heard you play all the tunes| The fund may shortly be supplement. ad Bundsed times, 1 jus. Where ad by. fhe Ce roamant, mhieh is _con- ae 3 templating a new bill. As J ke Wiig of be pd in, 81: foreshadowed by. Neville Chamberlain, hing. ngs over an', the Minister of Health, loans will be it b | provided for the repair of cottage pro- i Ta eal pt ef RA tia y verty. While this bill has a primarily | But I was quivery, that first after- noon, WTO her you wouldn't | utilitarian purpose, it will automatical- 4 notice." ly aid in the fight against vandalism. "ll . old man : x did not ce Felicia suid the divinely i I've always dreamer that believed in the ] of life. But it: was you--yan all the time! Playity , for me and earning my wages for mel" - - eos Jave out he ") i | : And oe the | gs: E IH i 2 E EE A " 2 Wifle (already scantily. attired)-- "Women are. wearing altogether too many pi" : 'Hubby latitude grown." ® §f? * ie } "be simply 'can't figleaves ig /| has yet and brings | total of his performances is but a poor | little Siloam Pool of agitated brevities (disigustedly)--"Well, ih this | But is there a a oe | signing? : The feathery ashes and "beeches | shine like openwork lace against that cerulean background; and horse, chest- : | nuts, lindens, and larches weave misty | els abo ve, while the sunshine-paints ns 'info colors of Doric art. loveliest trails i 8; with wild '| roses, and meadowsweet and wood- bine, filling the hollows at thelr ioots.' Behind all this wealth of foliage spread out <¢he glorious layflelds, reaching down almost to tae shell (strewn sands 'of the seashure, and where on the sparkling waves a couple of swans float majestically, bringing to mind Byron's smoothly running picture of the poetry of metion: ¥ 'The cygnet nobly walks the water; Bo walks on earth Circassia's daugh- 3 ter. % 2 5 ~The perfume of the mew-mown hay comes accompanied "by the Whir of the mowing machines, and the Joyous laughter 'of the riders as they giulde their teams round the ripened ridges, and then later on .as they dance with glee on the top of the springy cocks. " 'Beneath our feet, starting from un- der a wisp of hay,--a fairy frog re- sents being disturbed. His soft pale yellow coat is declared by the hay- makers to bé'a sure sign of continued fine weather; and so we greet him warmly. But he seems dublous of our i i and with prodigious jumps and springs seeks another cover fur- ther on! And above our heads rise and dip in varying circles those sweet visitors of summer, the ever-welcome swallows. re fp sen - Nature. It is really strange how feebly the average human mind reacts to nature. For one thing, there is so much of it. Nature is all out-of-doors, and it is all over the place. Now aud then a genius catches some sentimental re- bound from the stupendous whole of things and forces and fixes the impres- sion in a memorable line. 'We call him 'a poet or a philosopher, as when the 'Psalmist sings of the 'stars forever singing as they shine," or Kepler ex- plains that he is thinking the thoughts of the Almighty after Him. And yet, on the whole, the far-flung spaces and the rolling immensities of orb and 'sphere, together with the "flower in the crannied wall" and the infinitely elaborate structures of cell and atom, are acoepted by most of us as vast 'commonplaces which merely baffle comprehension." And it is the same with the regular daily on-going of this huge system of things, Three or four miracles--mnoth- ing Jess--happen to ali the billions of living creatures every day. There is sunu) and. sundown, mighty physical transactions of inconceivable immen- sity. If they had never happened be- fore or were to cease -at a given hour, they would be miracles indeed. because they go right on without pause or panic, they are commonplaces which * - |1t seems like pure poetic extravagance to "And then there dre sleep waking --events to elaborately and me that science to fathom one jota of their es- sential causation. Buf vaster and more mysterious 'than all the rest Is the way. nature goes on without any assistance from is in mastery and .. ./He schemes and plans events to pass; and yet the