92 DEEP FURROWS 



" If you take four shares," admitted Al Quigley at 

 his meetings, " I can't guarantee that you're not losing 

 four times |2.50, which is ten dollars. But you lose 

 that much when you draw a load of wheat up to the 

 elevator anyway," he argued. " You might just as well 

 let another ten go to see what's become of the first ten !" 



" Huh !" grunted a skeptical farmer after one of 

 E. A. Partridge's meetings. " This here thing's just a 

 scheme for Partridge to feather his nest! You bet he 

 didn't get any o' my money," he bragged. " Did he get 

 you, Pete?" 



" He did, Ben, an' I'll tell you why. This thing'll 

 probably go bust; but I put a hundred into it. Sup- 

 ^ posm r Tl)ui a n'undred in a horse an* he dies on ing. 

 Same thingj ain't it? I got to have horses to do farmin' 

 an' I just go an' buy another one. I figure it's worth 

 takin' a hundred-dollar chance on this thing to try 

 her out." 



Up in the northern part of Manitoba was one man 

 who was meeting with pretty fair success. His name 

 was Kennedy and his friends who knew him best called 

 him "Honest John." His plan was simple to start 

 talking, talk for awhile, then keep right on talking. 



"For God's sake, Kennedy, if |2.50 will stop you 

 talking, here it is ! We're sleepy !" 



Then he would stop talking. 



One by one the original canvassers dropped out of 

 the field till almost the only one left besides E. A. Part- 

 ridge was this hard-talking enthusiast up in the Swan 

 Eiver country who wound himself up for the night and 

 tired them out but got the money! 



