the women."

Barrington nodded. "And some of the men! Well, we have room here for
the many who are going to the devil in the old country for the lack of
something worthwhile to do, though I am afraid there is considerably
less prospect than I once fancied there would be of their making money."

His niece noticed the gravity in his face, and sat thoughtfully silent
for several minutes while with the snow hissing beneath it the sleigh
dipped into and swung out of a hollow.

Colonel Barrington had founded the Silverdale settlement ten years
earlier and gathered about him other men with a grievance who had once
served their nation, and the younger sons of English gentlemen who had
no inclination for commerce, and found that lack of brains and capital
debarred them from either a political or military career. He had
settled them on the land, and taught them to farm, while, for the
community had prospered at first when Western wheat was dear, it had
taken ten years to bring home to him the fact that men who dined
ceremoniously each evening and spent at least a third of their time in
games and sport, could not well compete with the grim bushmen from
Ontario, or the lean Dakota plowmen who ate their meals in ten minutes
and toiled at least twelve hours every day.

Colonel Barrington was slow to believe that the race he sprang from
could be equaled and much less beaten at anything, while his respect
for and scrupulous observance of insular traditions had cost him a good
deal, and left him a poorer man than he had been when he founded
Silverdale. Maud Barrington had been his ward, and he still directed
the farming of a good many acres of wheat land which she now held in
her own right. The soil was excellent, and would in all probability
have provided one of the Ontario men with a very desirable revenue, but
Colonel Barrington had no taste for small economies.

"I want to hear all the news," said the girl. "You can begin at the
beginning--the price of wheat. I fancied, when I saw you, it had been
declining."

Barrington sighed a little. "Hard wheat is five cents down, and I am
sorry I persuaded you to hold your crop. I am very much afraid we
shall see the balance the wrong side again next half-year."

Maud Barrington smiled curiously. There was no great cause for
merriment in the information given her, but it emphasized the contrast
between the present and the careless life she had lately led when her
one thought