But come back soon." "You may be sure of that, sweetheart.

Meantime sleep well." The little town of Calgary stands on one of the most beautiful town-sites in all the world.

A great plain with ramparts of hills on every side, encircled by the twin mountain rivers, the Bow and the Elbow, overlooked by rolling hills and far away to the west by the mighty peaks of the Rockies, it holds at once ample space and unusual picturesque beauty.

The little town itself was just emerging from its early days as a railway construction-camp and was beginning to develop ambitions toward a well-ordered business activity and social stability.
It was an all-night town, for the simple and sufficient reason that its communications with the world lying to the east and to the west began with the arrival of No.

2 at half-past twelve at night and No.