In the city of Winnipeg, in the province of Manitoba last week a tall, ascetic-looking man wandered, but not aimlessly about the city. Here and there he let it be known that Winnipeg suited him. A good town for a breakfast-food factory. No remittance-man he; his accent was not that of an Englishman, but of a U. S. Southerner. His appearance was not that of an Englishman come to make good in the Dominion, but of a U. S. business man, albeit he was less jovial, perhaps a little harder than most U. S. citizens. As suddenly as they had begun,...
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