man--did some of the prospecting for the railway up North, toward the Yellowhead.

Never heard such tales; I could have sat up all night." He hastily scribbled a name on a card and gave it to Elizabeth.

"Good-bye--good-bye!" He hastened off, but they saw him standing a few moments longer on the platform, the centre of a group of provincial politicians, farmers, railway superintendents, and others--his hat on the back of his head, his pleasant laugh ringing every now and then above the clatter of talk.

Then came departure, and at the last moment he jumped into his carriage, talking and talked to, almost till it had left the platform.
Anderson hailed a farming acquaintance.
"Well?
What has the Governor-General been doing ?" "Speaking at a Farmers' Conference.

Awful shindy yesterday!--between the farmers and the millers.