The World For Sale, Volume 1.

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al strength of brain, yet whose life had been so harried in bringing up a family on nothing at all, that there only emerge

in the running-jump, the high-jump, and the five hundred yards' race; and he could organize a picnic, or the sports of the school or town-at no cost to himself. His finance in even this limited fiel

getting up at five in the morning, and doing as much before breakfast as others did in a whole day. His doctor loved him and helped him; a venerable Archdeacon, an Oxford graduate, gave him many hours of coaching, and he went to the University with

, which he did with such success that the college saved five thousand dollars a year. He had genius, the college people said, and af

the oriel window in the sweet gothic building, to the green grass and the maples and elms which made the college grounds like an old-world park, he had a vision of himself

st, for the control of brain and will; he wanted to construct; he was filled with the idea of simplifying things, of economizing strength; he saw how futile wa

pedagogy, and went where the head offices of railways were. Railways were the symbol of progress in his mind. The railhead was the advance post of civiliza

he President liked audacity. In attempting this merger, however, he had his first failure, but he showed that he could think for himself, and he was made increasingly responsible. After a few years of notable service, he was offered the task of building a branch line of railway from Lebanon and Manitou no

e commercial, industrial, transport and banking resources of the junction city of Lebanon. In the days when vast markets would be established for Canadian w

Its very monotony had its own individuality. The Sagalac, even when muddy, had its own deep interest, and when it was full of logs drifting down to the sawmills, for which he had found the money by interesting capitalists in the East, he sniffed the stinging smell of the pines with elation. As the great saws in the mills, for which he had secured the capital, throwing off the spray of mangled wood, hummed and buzzed and sang, his mouth twisted in the droll smile it always wore when he talked with such as Jowett and Osterhaut, whose idiosyncrasies were like a meal to him; as he described it once to some of the big men from the East who had been

they were suspicious of a business-mind which could gloat over the light falling on snow-peaked mountains, while it planned a great bridge across a gorge

to them, one of them said to him with a sidelong gl

ded questioner still more, he answered: "Dead-struck? Dead- drunk, you mean.

on all their resources and knowledge. In that conference he gave especial attention to the snub-souled financier who had sneered at his love of Nature. He

ife-time," said the chief of his admirers. This was the President who had first

d Ingolby's snub-souled critic, whose enmity was held in check by the fact that

ader of whom Lebanon was combatively proud. At last he came to the point where his merger was practically accomplished, and a problem arising out of it had to be solved. It was a problem which taxed every quality of an able mind. The situation had at last become acute, and Time, the solven

thinking, therefore he fished in Seely's Eddy, saw Fleda Druse run the Carillon Rapids, saved her from