For the sum of only £100 down one could own
an im- portant corner lot in that town of — and share in its prosperity. A few months later I happened to be in Canada in the neighbourhood of the township in question. The blue lake and emerald-green woods were there cer- tainly, but little else except swamp like Dickens' Valley of Eden. These reflections are provoked by an alluring circular from New York from a real estate concern. It tells me in a friendly way of some of the hundred and one opportunities I am missing by not investing in Florida. I have no desire to minimize the possibilities of Florida, and there are doubtless many millions to be made there in the future, tfut as a rule the millions have an unpleasant way of 'by- adinetlit clutches of the far-off investor. The circular represents money-making in Florida as quite an easy pastime. Here is the example of a man who bought a little strip of sandy beach with the idea of putting up a fishing shack a couple of years ago. To-day he refuses a profit of £10,000 on his
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