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his new and commendable departure. But his hour of triumph was yet to 

 come. Passing by Mr. Smith's farm, and on the opposite side of the road was 

 the home of Mr. W. Johnston. Mr. Johnston's farm of many broad acres of 

 waving grain and pasture lands, would have been passed by in silence, except 

 for the marked contrast between the adjacent places, in their home surroundings. 



On the following Saturday afternoon the bank manager was upon the street 

 in company with one of the old and prominent citizens. Coming to one of 

 the busiest thoroughfares his companion accosted a number of very respectably 

 dressed farmers, and turning to the bank manager he said, " Mr. Walker, Mr. 

 J. H. Smith, one of our farmers from Woodhouse township." " Pleased to meet 

 you. Mr. Smith ! By the way, 1 drove past your farm a few days ago and noticed 

 your name over the gate. It struck me as a capital idea, and my wife and 

 family remarked at the time that Mr. Smith had no reason to be ashamed to 

 have the public know that he lived there, and owned and worked that place. 

 Vou have a magnificent farm there, Mr. Smith, and my wife and daughters 

 were delighted with the attractiveness of your surroundings and the tempting 

 fruit that hung upon the trees. Maybe I could get a few barrels of those apples 

 from you in the fall, and my wife thought she would like to get an occasional 

 crock of butter, or anything that you have to dispose of from the dairy, orchard 

 and poultry yard." 



While these remarks were passing, the banker's companion was waiting an 

 opportunity to extend the introductions. The opportunity coming he pro- 

 ceeded: "Mr. Walker. Mr. W.Johnston, a neighbor of Mr. Smith's." " Pleased 

 to meet you, Mr. Johnston; I think I remember passing your place when out 

 the other day." 



" Likely you do," responded Mr. Johnston, in a somewhat subdued tone. 

 How different the emotions that animated the two neighboring farmers ! Mr. 

 Johnston had heard all the complimentary remarks that had been applied to 

 his neighbor's home and farm, and he never before had the contrast between 

 the two places, equal in quality and soil, and every other natural feature, brought 

 home to him so practically. Then in his own mind he contrasted his own tree, 

 less surroundings and uncut grass, with his neighbor's neatly-trimmed shrubbery 

 and closely mown lawn, he inwardly felt it to his advantage that his name was 

 not on his front gate ; and inwardly felt at the same lime that it was his naked 

 and unkept surroundings ; his neglected orchard and fruit-garden, and his 

 slovenly methods of farming generally, in contrast with his neighbor's, that 

 provoked the in<iuiry in his case, "Who lives there?" 



(To be continued.) 



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0.10 P.M., LivKui'ooi,, Ski'T. '_»(>. lH«h». 

 At to-tlay's sale market continued active at following' <|U<it)ition8 : Rod Variotiea 14/ 

 to 17/3 ; (ireen VarietieH 10/ to 13/ Kstiinated shipinenta for this wcok not yet reported. 



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