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BY CHARLES, GARVIS
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CHAPTER X.
The Earl of Lesborough!
The title rang in Mannering's cat's
m�t�tockingly. Ire fought with his amo-
tion and with a gesture of shame
.and apology raised his face from his
;lands.
Lady Latchford had slipped away—
;With the tears in her own eyes—but
'Sir Charles still stood beside his
'friend.
' 'I beg your pardon," said poor
Fane; "it—it is so sudden, and the
boy—great. Heaven, to think that he
—and Augustus—are dead, and that
1—I, who never dreamed of it should
• stand in their shoos!"
"Yes, it's awfully bad," said Sir
Charles, shaking his head, but feel-
ing mean because he could not mourn
as keenly• the loss which had made
bis friend a peer. "But you have got
to pull yourself together, Vane.
There's no end to cio, to see to.
You'll make a .first -Tato earl, old
-Wan! You'll go to '1'reesidei'" Mr.
Tressider was the Lesborough family
lawyer—"first thing to -morrow morn-
ing. I'll go with you if you like—no,
better go alone. Oh; yes; I'm as sor-
ry almost as you can be for the ca-
tastrophe, but—well, after all, you're
toy pal, you, know, and for the life
41.1 me I can't help a sneaking feeling
er. satisfaction that the succession
Mills on you. Here, have a drink!"
• 4.1ca poured out a glass of sham-
jpagne and Vane took it mechanically,
ut sat. with r
!b drooping head and
toijdy brott, twisting the glass round
and round by its slender stem; and
!Latchford watched his friend anxious-
;iaa ahct curiously,
' "Better get to bed, old man," he
said . alter nearly half an hour, "you'
look played out and as if you want-
ed a good night's rest: In the morn-
ing—,,
Mannering nodded and rose, and
Latchford took him to his room.
"Is he better?" asked Lady Latch-
' lord when Sir Charles entered their
room. "My heart aches for lim. I
have never before sage a man ;break
- down; and it makes it all the idekie
when ;he is such a great, strong"Telt
low as Mr. Mannering—Lord 'Lesbor-
• ough, I mean."
Sir Charles shook his head reflect-
ively as he brushaiU his hair. '
"`I can't make him out, Blanche.
You saw how lie looked When we
found him—wandering shout; the
:streets like a—like a duan hall out of
his mind—a'
"The wreck, perhaps'?" suggested
Lady Letchford.
"Not much! Vane could stand half
. a dozen wrecks."
"Judith? Oh, Charlie, how could I
have been so gauche as to mention
iter!" she wailed.
Sir Charles shook his head.
"Rather unlike your usual tact, old
girl," he admitted. "Yes, I'm afraid
e was hit hard there. I'm sorry
Judith is a pal of 'yours, Blanche—"
"Was, Charlie_' Be just! You know
jhave not spoken to her since she
ilted Mr. Mannering. Of course, he
llnust have felt it, for no doubt he
laved her. She is not only the •most
beautiful woman in the world—"
"Presont ccrupauy excepted,'• said
Sir Charles, with a fond glance over
bis shoulder at the figure sitting up
is bed.
• `Nonsense," . retorted Lady Latch-
ford. "Don't be foolish! I was nev-
er in tnc same street—oh, I wish I
did not pick up your slang so easily!
—I never could be compared with
udith; she was, and is, and always
Will be, simply incomparable. But 1
irate her for treating Mr. Mizniicring
:sd cruelly."
"Well, she was punished, anyhow,"
.said Sir Charles. "Fancy chucking
• Over a man like Vane for old Marl-
.ingford—"
He wasa inarta is, you. Beer"
simrmured Lady Letchford.
"A- than •old • enough to be her
granfather! That he should die two
daysF afore -the Wedding is—etaWh tt
40 you call it—" •
'Poetical justice, do you meant It
Maeda her t. -Data °bathe.-ii...it
isn Chir wree("T'anr-tSe pr'Dion' he
suffered—did you notice how he shirk-
ed speaking of thein?—and it isn't
Judith, what is it that has changed
him so?"
Sir Charles shook his head:
"I don't know. Anyway, whatever
it is, it has hit him hard, deuced
hard. 1 don't 'suppose we shall ever
11nd out. Vane can be as close as an
oyster when he likes."
"Well, you've got to help him all
you can, concluded Lady 'Letchford,
with a sigh. "And 'do put those
brushes down—you'll brush all the
hair off your head!—and conic to bed!
The look in that poor man's face
will keep me awake all night—if I
don't go oft at once."
Mannering paced his room for some
hours, feeling that bed was impos-
sible for him.
He was the .Earl of Lesborough,
owner of an historic title and a vast
estate and wealth which had been ac-
cumulating steadily during the reign
of the late earl, who had lived a
penurious existence 'devoted to amas-
sing money and finding good invest-
ments for it.
And of what use to him—Vane—
were the title and the money? His
heart was buried on the sands of an
unknown island in the Pacific. It
had died within his bosom in the
hour he had seen the wreck of the
raft at his feet, had swam out to
the little woollen cap which was all
that remained to him of Nina, his .
wife, the woman he loved.
He threw himeelf on the bed at last
and slept; but it was only to dream
of the island, only to go over the
scene of the marriage and the tbo
few days that followed it.
Letohford, going to him in the
morning, found him asleep, but toss-
ing 'restlessly, and returned to Lady
Latchford with a doleful, shako of the
head:'
But when Mannering appeared at
breakfast he was, out etardly at
least, 'calmer and More lige. ta man in
a norinal `,d'ondxtton,;
"I'm afraid i ` q set and distressed
last night, Lady' latehford," he .said
with grave 'a'pology.' "The—the
shoos—"
"That's all right. Blanche under-
stood," said Latchford, cheerily.
"Have some more bacon—it's of no
use offering you anything else, be-
cause no one°eatrl anything at break-
fast but bacon. Shall I go with you
to Mr. Tressider, Vane? I will, if
you like,"
"We will do anything and every-
thing you like, Lord Lesborough,"
murmured Lady Latchford,
Mannering started at the "Lord
Lesborough," and :abruptly set down
his coffee cup which was 'on its way
to his lips. 0
"No, I think I'll go alone," he
said; and socn after breakfast he stet
off.
Mr. Tressider was one of the old-
fashioned lawyers who stick to the
Inns. Pis 'oYiice wee in Grey's, and
Manner ing, as • he mounted the steep
and not too clean stairs, paused and
looked` absently at the 'trees in which
the rooks had nested and brought
out their young; he did not seem in
any hurry to put in his formal claim
to the title.
A confidential ,clerk, • of as • .old a
fashion as his master, received Man-
nering, and with a grave earnestness
ushered hint into the presence• of the
lawyer:
Mr. Tressider came to . meet him
with outstretched hand, and exclaim-
ed with ,intense satisfaction and
pleasure:
"Lord Lesborough! At last! Trow
do you do? I need scarcely ,lay that
I am glad to see youl My advertise-
ment will be sufficient pleat of
tha.t."
"I've leen none," Said /leathering.
ve been abroad -been wrocked.:`X
"beard' thea -the ibad news for the first
. time hast Light,' from• iiiy' tent, Sir
Charles Latchford--"
Mr. 'Treiiider lioddecl; he had a nod
which Lord •Butleigh would. not 'hasee
' been ashtt;inid to Own.
°'Quite[ le; quite '.sol I:hulve the
honor of lir Charles Letchford's ac-
quaintande'. Se, al •co irfi?*,'yiiu.knot,
the—er—ead circutnstancps which haae
Placed you in pox"session of th'd title.
Very sad;, vary seal But Taal very
glad to see you, my lord." '
The .title ivab still striange to Man-
nering and he moved uneasily.
tke ntorii glad;'' continued the
old leaVl'er; "becauSe at 'Mit we
almost feared that you had cdm-
pletely 'disappehred, in 'feet, were
hist. Of course, •; we heard of the
wreck of the Alpina. fa .m` so 'rejoic-
ed you were leaved t • 1',:Have done the
,best I,could duelagtyear & bsenee, and
1 think the business of the estate has
been tarried'. ort .as you.'wosild; have
Wished it to hc."
bfalaith fig '„,frl.cicale 5t all seemed so
unreal, . sc itul,'ossibly. Why, a few
months ago he had been a mere no-
body, of lo consequence, a kind of
adventurer,, free to do and go as he
twilled, in Whose affairs no one Was
interested. And now-- He looked
Pound the snugly furnished office, at
the white-haired, smiling, deferential
old lateSait as if thif '4thole thing were
a dream from 'which lie should pre-
sently awake.
"Of" dourSe you will go down to
Lesborough At once," continued Mr.
Tressider. "Do you propose living
there, or will you go into the' town
hlit* .ft ltag.._be ...tit i Sul. slafu
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UNSIGHTLY
PIMPLES
COVERED HIS FACE.
B. B.13. Cured Him.
All diseases and blemishes of the Skin
;are caused by the blood being ill an ira-
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The best blood cleansing medicine bit
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''duds"of medicine, and all seemed to fail.
1 was one day to a friend's house, and
there they advised Inc to use B. B. B.
:so I purchased two bottles, and before
Y' had theta taken I foetid I was getting
'setter. got Iwo niore, and when they
*ere finished I Was dolnpketely' cured.
I find it is a great blood' purifier, atricl I
recommend it to all."
B. 13. 11. is inauufactitred , only by
Tim 'T. Mxt mitts CO., I,IUI'tso, Toronto,
Ont.
i tine " ye:o r ittiw - "tFruti Llie late earl
was—er—economical? Ile amassed a
large fortune; you will benefit by his
economy and prudence, my lord!"
Vane gazed absently at the win-
dow, through the grimy panes of
which he could sec the rooks which
had attracted his attention as he
entered; and they still seemed to
have more interest for him than the
lawyer's remarks.
"I think I'll go to Lesborough," he
said, at last, but with an indifference
which disappointed Mr. 'Tressider,
who had expected the new earl to
display some eagerness if not excite-
ment. "1 haven't made any plans."
"Quite so; quite so! Too early
yet; you have scarcely realized your
sudden accession to the title, the
change in your] life. I will write to
the steward, Mr. Holland—you re-
member him?—he will want to snake
some preparations. Ileal•, dear, how
glad 1 am to find you are alive!
None of your friends can be more re-
joiced, I assure you, my .lord.
Strange"—he smiled and paused—"I
.was just writing to the next heir.
I am afraid you can scarcely expect
him to share in my satisfaction."
Vane looked interested for the first
time.
"The next heir?" he said, enquir-
ingly.
"Yes; your cousin, Mr, Julian
Shore. He wrote to me, and called
on Ole when poor Lord Augustus and
his boy died, and we feared you were
lost in the Alpine. He was,. very
naturally—er—interested in the ques-
tion of the succession'."
"How can he, with
Shore, be the next
Vane.
"Oh, don't you know? Weren't you
aware that there was a feud between
his father and the late earl? So
great and bitter that he discarded
the name of Mannering and took the
name of Shore, which Mr. Julian
now bears,"
"I never heard of him," said Man-
nering. "Ian afraid he will be very
disappointed at my turning up," he
added, grimly.
"No doubt; no doubt," asserted
Mr. 'Tressider, dryly.
"What kind of man is he?" asked
lTannering: •
Mr. Tressider hesitated. It was the
sort of question which a cautious old
lawyer would not be disposed to an-
swer very •readily.
"IIe is a young man about five -and -
twenty, I should say—a remarkably
good looking young fellow; not like
the Manneri rigs, by the way; but
dark, very .lark. His another was h
Spaniard. He has very nice manners
—nothing could be more tactf ti• and
—cr—pr;7iper than his way of regard-
ing his claim' to the title and es-
tates."
'''Is ho poor or rich?" asked Vane,
"Well, he is not 'If articularly well
off. He has a small income, left him
by his father, and 'hi= rriakes a little
in some way on the Stock Exchange,
I fancy; but 1 am not quite sure. Of
course, 1 knew his father, but I had
not Been Mr. J ulian since he was a
lad until `the other clay,"
"Is he married?" asked Vane,
"No; oh, no! I asked him that
question'. ' By the way, Lord 'Les -
borough, it is one I should like to
ask you. I am under the impression
that you are a bachelor."
Vane looked away to the window
again.
" bave no wife," he said, gravely.
Mr. Tresaidbr nodded with almost
obvious relief. For the moment, as
Vane hesitated, he had dreaded that
he should Hear that the young earl
had married -and probably beneath
his present rank.
"Ah, yes, ,yes!'' hemurmu ed.
"Plenty of 'time; thotigh`I trust I
may have the pleasure of seeing a
Countess" of Lesborough before long."
Vane rose, but Mr. 'Tressider, ex-
tended his lir,ad appealingly.
"Oh, pray don't .gq yet, my lord,"
she said; "there aro so many things 1
want -to speak to you about, to ar-
range. 'And—er—perh%cps the first
subject is• the important and inevi-
table one of—cr—moliey. -I do not
know whether* you need atiy at the
present moment—yoit . will excuse
me?"
Vane smiled.
"1 have a fcw'siiillings,'"•he said.
Mr, ']'ressider• -rtotldecl . es' if this"
were not the least satisfactory 'mo-
ment of the interview. •
"Quite so; quite so! I will snake
at•rangements—tvlI1' pay a sum, as .
large as ;1•ou^pkease? Into the bank
this afternoot}. Meanwhile., you will
permit vee tba bE,you;t' banker, 'Ltit
Me bee. I have some notes and Will
the name of
heir?" asked
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not trouble yett'to, ealeh a cheque!" '
He went to tfie safe and` from his
Cash box took' outa little pile of
fiotm, 'counted them and laid theta
on 'the table before Vane.
"There is a hundred and twenty
pounds there, I think you will find.
It is fortunate that I had just re-
oeived a paynte1t ' this morning. it
that is not suti oft nt I will send a
clerk to the bank•-"
'tif'aha smiled gravely.
'41 sla'n't spend snore than a hun-
dred and twenty before to -morrow,"
he said.
As he Spoke the door opened and
the clerk brought in the usual Piece
Of paper with a visitor's name writ-
ten on it.
Mr. Tressider looked rather om-
bussigna, .». ,. .� r..
"Strange coincidence!" he said.
"It is Mr. Julian Shore. Ask Mr.
Shore to kindly wait—"
Vane looked up quickly. "No, no.
Will you let him come in? I should
like to see 'hint."
Mr. Tressider nodded and the clerk
went out and ushered in a tall, thin
young man with a remarkably hand-
some face and a graceful bearings.
He was almost as Clark as a typical
Spaniard, with eyes that were well
nigh black, and screened by long
silky lashes.
As he entered, he looked from the
lawyer—still rather embarrassed—to
`ane; then his eyes fell on the sheat
of notes, and the bleak orbs seemed
to deepen suddenly, swiftly, but in
an instant the fleeting expression had
vanished and given place to one of
courteous curiosity.
"1 beg your pardon, Mr. Tessider,"
he said in a singularly soft and low
voice. "1 did not know you were en-
gaged—"
Pray take a seat, Mr. Shore,"
said Mr. Tressider, "you have called
at a most, auspicious—" the word
seemed rather inappropriate, not to
say heartless, and he paused and
stumbled in search of a better, but
failed to find one, and so gave up
the idea of "breaking" the news to
the next heir and blurted out thein-
troduction.
"I must make you two gentlemen
known to • each other. Mr. Shore,
this is Mr. Mannering--tut, tut! I
mean Lord Leshorough."
Vane, with a feeling of pity and
sympathaf, was watching the man
whose hopes he was destroying, and
he saw the- polite look of inquiry, -
doubt and then dismay and pain
which passed over the dark, hand-
some face. The lids fell over the
dark eyes, as if their owner desired
to hide them;
"Lord—Lesborough!" fell from his
lips, which had grown almost white.
"Lord Lesborough! Then—then—"
"Exactly!" put in Mr. Tressider,
as the soft voice broke and fell
away. "Mr. Mannering was not lost
in the Alpine. He was rescued and
has only just returned to London;
has indeed only been here with me a -
few minutes. Of course, I should
have let you know—"
It was an awkward, a trying mo-
ment for both the young men. Vane
felt as if he had been guilty of inex-
cusable meanness in not getting
drowned; and with a Rush and a
frown he rose and held out his hand.
"I' sorry—" he began, then he
shrugged h'rs shoulders. What could
he say?
But Julian Shore had recovered
from the shock, and •rising instantly
he 'took V'ane's strong, firm hand in
his soft, white one; a smile glittered
in his eyes and curved his rather thin
lips, and the low, musical voice said:
"And you are the new earl! Well"
—he drew a quick, short 'breath, then
he shrugged his shoulders -"we can't
both have the title, and—Lord Les -
borough, -7'. assure you that I am
heartily glad that you are alive!"
Nothing could have' been better
done; and Vane, feeling if anything
still more guilty and ashamed of his
existence, gripped gratefully • the
white 'hand of the disappointed ansa
„Thanks." he saiae. srtanit -TM
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"Oh, conte, conte!" murmured Mr.
Shore, laughing softly. "Don't say
that—and--we aro cousins, aren't we?
I hope you'll call nil Julian!"
CHAPTER XL
Would he call him "Julian?" Of
course Vane was pleased by 'ouch
good nature and nragnaniruity dis-
played by the man between whom and
the prospect of an earldom he had .
stepped.
^Certainly—JuIlan ," he said with
so much lighter a tone in his voice
that Mr, Tressider was surprised.
"And of course you'll call me
'Vane' ; we are cousins, as you say
and, through we haven't met before, I
hope we shall be friends. I only
heard of my good fortune last night,
and I am a bit confused. I see it is
lunch time. Mr. 'Tressider, will you
let us off for an hour or twa? I
should like to go out and get some-
thing to eat with—Julian.
The old lawyer smiled, but rather
ruefully, as he thought that the new
earl was likely to be rather an er-
ratic client.
"Oh, well!" he said, with a shrug
of his shoulders. "I'll wire to Hol-
land to say you may conte to Les -
borough at any moment, and: I hope
you will pay me a visit before long.
There is much to be done, to be seen
to,'
"That's all right," . responded
Vane, serenely. I'll leave every-
thing 111 your hands, Mr. Tressider,
ancl it will be sure to Pan out per-
fectly." He pocketed the notes and
J uliau watched him with lowered
lids.
Tho two young men went down the
stairs and into the courtyard, where
the planons fluttered and strode at
their feet with the fearlessness of the
London bird.
"Where shall we go?" asked Vane.
"I used to have a club, but my sub-
scription ran out, aitch I couldn't af-
ford to renew it. Restaurant?"
Julian 11r.ughed—his laugh was its
soft as his voice and his smile, soft
and caressing.
"How strange to hear that from
this Earl rl of Lesborough!". he said.
"Yes; but I wasn't earl then, and
I was poor," said Vane.
Julian slowed up for a moment.
"I was going to lunch at my
place," he said with a hesitation
that was only momentary. "Per-
haps you won't mind coming home
with me? It's rather out of the way,
thdugh it isn't far from here. We
shall be free to talk-"
"Right," said Vane. "I shall be
very pleased."
Julian called a cab and gave the
address—Vane did not catch it—to
the cabman; and they drove across
the Strand and alongside the House
of Parliament to an old-fashioned
row of houses facing the river. -
Vane, as they alighted, looked
anund .him. curitons1 .,-It.,was.,ZI_,bit
of old London hemmed in and Rank-
ed by newly -built Rats and modern
residences.
"Quaint place," he said. "I've
never been here before."
"No? I live here because it's quiet
and out of the way; and I own the
house. It was my father's. It's
rather a nice view, especially at
night, with the lights on the water.
The house is old, very old, and it
wants repairing, modernizing and
all teat, and T moan to do it—when
I can afford it."
?Ie pulled at an old-fashioned bell
and the door was opened presently,
and with an air of caution, by an
old woman with so strange an ex-
pression on so pallid a face, that
Vane could not .help staring at her;
and he stared the harder when, in-
stead of speaking, Julian Shore made
signs to her in the deaf and dumb
alphabet on his fingers.
The old woman took her eyes for a
moment from her master's face to
glance at Vane, then nodded assent-
tngly. and ' closing the door disap-
peared through another which led to
the basement.
"Come upstairs, will you?" said -
.Julian. "I live on' the upper floor for
the sake of the view."
He led the way into a sitting -room
which was as old-fashioned as the
exterior of the house. The walls were
of oak, blackened ty age—not Tot-
tenham Court Road varnish—there
was a massive mantelpiece as black
as the panelling, and the furniture,
old and heavy, was in perfect har-
mony with the ropm. There was a
piano, also _o£ oak: It Iwai, a very
quaint room, and imposing, but it
struck Vane as sombre, not to say
weird.
He went to the window and looked
out.
"You've a fate view of the river,"
he said, "and this is a grand old
room."
As he spoke he noticed a faint
smell like that emitted ;by pungent
chemicals. It . carate • from a, door lead-
ing out of the room, and Julian
stepped to it and elated it softly.
The old woman appeared with a
tray and presently set out a nice lit-
tle lunch' of sweetbreads, pate -de -foie
gras, Swiss cheese, and a blanc-
mange.. The claret was in a Venetian
flask, and a 'entail bottle of yellow
Chartreuse stood beside it. Having
laid out the table, 'the 'adman, a1 -
ter a fixed loole at - Iter master—ths
kind of look one sees in the eyes of
a well-trained 'And devoted spaniel—
left the room, and Julian drew a
chair to the table for Vane and in-
vited him to be seated:
"You seem to laevo very comfort-
able quartets," said Verne. "Your
servant is deaf and dumb, isn't she?
'Tee.," said Julian. "She- was an
old servant of my father's'. I'in,
afraid to 'say hoW old the is. But
site is very faithful and attentive,
and serves my purpose."
"And you don't mind ,iter—afilic-
tion?" said Vane as he helped him••
self to sweetbread.
Julian smiled.
"No," he replied. "I suppose it's
because I'm used to her, She is very
'--intelligent, and, as I say, she IS de-
voted to me."
"She looks it," remarked Item,
"This is splendid claret,"
Julian smiled, the smile of if ; -
,(TO BE CoNTKIIIEb.l
ChUUdreu Cry for Fletcher's
The Kind 'Lou Ilavo Altrayfi otY ist, anti Vehich has been
in use for.overCO yews, bas horue the signature ot
and has been made under his per -
conal (supervision since its infancy.
4,GGC��lJl/. Allow ino ono- to deceive you in this.,
All Counterfeits, Imitations and "Just -as -good" are but
Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of
Infants and Children Experience against Experiment. •-
What is CASTOR.IA
Castoria is a harmless substitute for. Castor Oil, Pare*
goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. It
contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotics
substance. Its ago is its guarantee. It destroys Worms
and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it
has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation,
Flatulency, 'Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and
Diarrlicea. It regulates the Stomach and Dowels,
assimilates the Food, giving healthy,and natural sleep.
The Children's Panacea—The Jllother's Friend.
GENUINE Csi -. T RIA ALWAYS
Bears the Signature of
In Use For Over 30 fears
The Kind You Have Always Bought
THE CENTAUR COMPANY,. NEW YORK CITY,
Ya`!"SY? •>sw`u=:a .;::5'„f 7}i. ;14.1
SNA®A'S BIGGEST ROLE .
• In Play of Nations is in the Future.*
Forecast of Lord Shaughnessy before sailing, from New York.
NIEW YORK.—
Lord Shan-
shnessy,
iipraident of the
an Pacific
!Railway, who
ladled for Europe
on Wednesday on
the Eroonland, In
an interview,
.' naade the - follow-
ing statement 1,c -
fore his depar-
ture:
"Though bleed- v,
ing with sacrifices
and bending with
effort in behalf of r&
the great Empire
i0f which she is
an integral part,
Canada's biggest
role in the play ot
nations is not
n o w, but in the
future. Bright
though her record
DIM' be, it is only
a glinipme of what 8 2
is to come. Her;,
greatest oppor-
tunities, although
secured th> ghh t
trying
will be shown
when, with the i>
war settled, she
i- undbrtakea to as-
sume the place
she has fought for. "'"""
nisosisiosMal
Success will come measured by forethought. By fulfilling duties as pre -i
seated today, Canada will be able to reap abundantly of the prosperity which!
the Pears, surely not far distant, will bring. E
O"Canadian history shows that what mistakes have had to be reetifled have
been those due to short vision, and that the deeds most criticized have bees
of over -anticipation, Between the two is the straight course of steady de-
velopment. Blind faith in the country has been, to a large extent, the guid-
ing star of the men who have built. Speculation has been a ready growth in
a ground r.ich beyond the dreams of the most hopeful. Calm, conservative
business sagacity bade the pioneers discard the thought of spanning the
prairies with a tnansoontinen:tal line, while bold daring built not one, but
three. The succes6 of the Canadian Pacific, the pioneer, urged others to be
reckless, perhaps, but then there were those who said the construction of the
Canadian Pacific was folly.
"Canada's course is the centre one, and to choose is no easy task. We'
do not wish to cramp our future by a narrow, limited imagination, Neither do
we wish to greatly over -develop and thus render the load we are now carry-
ing too great. It is sometimes hard to realize that on the shoulders of this
present the material for the future must be carried.
"Canada is an 'empire in itself. Its population is not a fraction of what
it should be, of what it is capable of becoming, or of what it will be after the
war. We are taking steps to prepare for the future. and are anticipating an'
immigration that should be unprecedented in Canadian history'.
"When peace is declared Canada will naturally be looked upon as the
promised land by many peoples of Europe. She will be in a position to -
choote e"aref0Hy- She need take not but the best, and only by so selecting
her 'citizenship will she build up a nation capable of performing the tasks
which undoubtedly will be allotted to her.
"The war has taught Canada self-reliance as probably nothing else would
have done. She has been forced to do rapidly and efficiently things which
were impossible. She has expanded commercially and industrially faster.
than ever before, and has ieonfidenee in herself to do the things which she
formerly expected others to do for her.
"In the same manner that she unhesitatingly mobilized the largest army
that ever crossed the Atlantic, she has developed a sea traffic en both the
Atlantic and the Pacific that is tremendous. This will be undoubtedly fur-
ther developed', proving to be a powerful aid in moulding trade connections
favorable to Canada after the war.
"Canada cannot go back. She is committed to expansion, but not to over-
enpantion. Keeping Within limits instilled by conditionb has -been -hard. It,
is difficult in being optimistic to be not too optimistic, and here perhaps la
the greatest Problem.
"In the past Canada has been too eager and is :nock faced with the probleim,
of overdevelopment in certain lines. ,, ti
"Politically Canada wilt undoubtedly take a more prominent Tart in the
destinies of the British Empire than ever before, She will probably be asked
to become one of the senior members of a firm fa which before the war she
was merely, regarded as a junior, bright, full of promise, to be sure: but one
on whom a full share of the burden Should not be placed. The future is
Undoubtedly bright, but the advMtcenient iQ fraught with problems which
will require good juggInent and 'forethought raither than good judgment l i
afterthought,"
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