WHO KILLED JOHN BURBANK?

“I see no shadows," saith the sun:
Yet he casts them every one.

ALL the years that our family lived in Montreal,
more than half my lifetime, the great church of
Notre Dame seemed an irresistible magnet when-
ever we chose a home. \Vhen one exigency or
another. the need of more room, or escape from an
intrusive factory, obliged us to find new quarters,
we never went far; the new home, like the old, was
sure to stand almost beneath the t\ ‘in stark towers
of Notre Dame, within sound of its oft-recur-
ring chimes. To-day, as the traveler approaches
Montreal from the river, the old Norman church
still looms high in the landscape. Fifty years ago,
before any lofty structure stood its neighbor,
Notre Dame dominated the city as St. Peter's, at
this hour, as with a scepter, lifts itself above
Rome.

Until the seventies there remained on a northerly
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