mise burning in his eyes, he came to tell the men
of the Colleges of their duty, their privilege, their opportunity
waiting in the West. For the most part his was a voice crying in the
wilderness. Not yet had Canadians come to their faith in their Western
Empire. Among the great leaders were still found those who poured
contempt upon the project of the trans-continental railway, and even
those who favoured the scheme based their support upon political rather
than upon economic grounds. It was all so far away and all so unreal
that men who prided themselves upon being governed by shrewd business
sense held aloof from western enterprises, waiting in calm assurance
for their certain collapse. Still, here and there men like Bompas,
McLean, McDougall, and Robertson were holding high the light that fell
upon prairie and foothill, mountain peak and canyon, where speculators,
adventurers, broken men, men with shamed names seeking hiding, and
human wolves seeking their prey were pouring in.

Discouraged with the results of his work in the Eastern Colleges, the
Superintendent arrived at Knox, and to-night he stood facing the crowd
of students and their friends that filled the long Dining Hall to
overflowing. With heart hot from disappointment and voice strident with
intensity of emotion, he told of the things he had seen and heard in
that great new land. Descriptions of scenery, statistics, tales
humorous and pathetic, patriotic appeal, and prophetic vision came
pouring forth in an overwhelming flood from the great man, whose tall,
sinewy form swayed and rocked in his passion, and whose Scotch voice
burred through his sonorous periods. "For your Church, for your
fellowmen, for Canada," rang out his last appeal, and the men passed
out into the corridor toward the Entrance Hall, silent or conversing in
low, earnest tones. There was none of the usual chaffing or larking.
They had been thinking great thoughts and seeing great visions.

"I want to thank you for asking me in to-night, Lloyd," said The Don.
His voice was quiet and his fine eyes were lustrous with light. "That
man ought to be in Parliament. I shall see that country soon, I hope.
What a master he is! What a grasp! What handling of facts! There's a
great Canadian, I say, and he ought to be in Parliament."

The men gathered round, for the great 'Varsity half back was well known
and well liked in that company; but they all knew him as one of the gay
'Varsity set, and some