A Letter of Destiny

Island in the summer I always under— stand an old Scotch Islander I met once in Winnipeg. He was always talking of ‘ the Island.’ Somebody once asked him, ‘ What island do you mean? ’ He sim- ply looked at that ignorant man. Then he said, ‘ Why, Prince Edward Island, mon. What other island is there? ’ Go if you’d like to. You need a rest after the grind of examinations before settling down to business. And mind you don’t get into any mischief, young sir.”

“ Not much likelihood of that in a place like Lindsay, I fancy,” laughed Eric.

“ Probably the devil finds as much mis- chief for idle hands in Lindsay as any— where else. The worst tragedy I ever heard of happened on a backwoods farm, fifteen miles from a railroad and five from a store. However, I expect your mother’s son to behave himself in the fear of God and man. In all likelihood the worst thing that will happen to you over there

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