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sunshine and every night star-laden. Money came 

 in with the return of the wheat wagon at the rate 

 of from thirty-five to forty dollars a day, according 

 to fluctuation of market and difference in weight of 

 load. It was sufficiently encouraging to cause one 

 to forget that if it was coming in it was also going 

 out, and would continue to go out long after the 

 granaries were empty and wheat sales were over 

 until the new harvest. Hilaria and I drove about a 

 good deal, and agreed to forget her approaching 

 departure. 



My brother brought back the daily news from 

 South Qu'Appelle ; the General Election was in the 

 air, and it seemed that every one was talking 

 politics. " And such politics ! " said my brother 

 who, relieved from the immediate obligation of 

 British punctilio, had learned to esteem form and 

 ceremony as chief among the bulwarks of national 

 superiority. " Haultain was in town to-day," he 

 added, " quite a good sort and speaks well. Not at 

 all like a Canadian in any way whatever. He is 

 going to speak at Lipton on the I7th. He is a 

 barrister. There was a case on in town and he 

 was over professionally. You should have seen the 

 Judge ! You couldn't have picked him out of a 

 British jury you really couldn't. ' Hullo, Judge, 

 come along and have a drink,' I heard one chap say. 

 And he went ! Oh, shouldn't I like to have taken 

 the whole gang to the London Law Courts, just to 

 show them how the thing ought to be done." 



Mr. Haultain was at that time leader of the 

 Conservative Party in Saskatchewan ; he is now 

 Chief Justice of Saskatchewan. The son of an officer 

 in the British Army, he was born at Woolwich, 



