I may say that my husband could not quite get my point of view. ‘;/as'nt I entirely comfortable? F.ad'nt he done everything; to make me Zfippy? Didd'nt I have £xx:onex1s::t.’r1a;n:Ltim:«:ay.::era 23. good home modern conveniences and everything the city houses had &c &c. It was a hard year moreover. ‘so had to vatoh our step. One after another the Canadian cattlemen were being forced to the wall

from several causes that had followed the war, the chief of which was the American tariff txxx ~

I know very little about politics. I daresay there are reasons why the American tar iff is needed for the Americans, but anyway it was the death—thrust to the Canadian cattleman. iunnxyym We lost our logical market. The United States.

itzczext us an p my husbami-once figured out that

the tax would be about i;,5«'3'(). for every head of stock going in. To this must

be added about the same ehout for freight. At that time cattle were worth little more, and some oi‘ them for less than that. One after another the Canadian Gattlemen went broke. Ehey who had the largest herds were the greatest losers.

I might say that weoutzrselves min: about 3.350 ,OOO. in: a singhe ear. ,, ' ; I,- I can't go into details here. Thats a story 11’). itself. --""" fi~%E;}’ mhfi‘ ’ lmyway, economony was now preached on our ranch. With my children at boarding school I suppose it seemed unreasonable for me to hang out for I

a house in town that year. moreover the ' ‘ ; o

However, once I lad the fixed idea that must and would go -—there was {an “>?kh‘‘w"'’w_:n ’ ‘I g. '_»:T If/L1, /K .. i e , .

no stopping me, and o t drove me over to the Morley station and I xa:xn'.xx took the train into Cal gry.

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one of the hands

on the same train want my "iiorgue" ——..the little trunk in which was stored my various incomplete manusocipts and papers.

When I had left New York, it will be recalled I was obsessed by 13.23 terror that I hadlost my ability to write. Now alone in my room in the City of I wrote like one possessed. Seems as

Calgary, I a.lmost leaped at my work.

if the wordscame pouring out ofmd in a torrent? My mind seemed a storehouse