I was once king for a meal. It was while I representing the king must also sign it When I had heard John's story, I said was working at a bank in Moose Jaw. At the bank we had a bookkeeper named John would be more than glad to have Christmas Spight. He had come to western Canada dinner with him. We dined at the best hotel from England in Moose Jaw I signed on behalf of the king. Then I John Spight came to me the day before Christmas. He asked if I wou ld dine with asked John if a king had ever come to any of the dinners given by Mr. Spight's heirs. John him the next day. He said I was to take the place of His Majesty King George V. Sur. said that King Edward VII had been at one. prised. I asked him why. He told me the King Edward VII was a trapshooter John's father also took part in the sport. The following story During the reign of King George Ill. two were once shooting at a tournament in France. As they talked, Mr. Spight told the lived John Spight's great-great-grandfathcr king about the land. He told him of the way on a small farm near London. One Christmas n which his family had come to own it Eve a party of gentlemen were driving back to London from Brighton. It was late. About Then he asked the king to attend one of his one o'clock in the morning their coach dinners. They set the time. And the king broke down. They were in front of the came to dinner just as his grandfather's Spight house. It was cold. The coach party father had done so many years before woke the people of the house. They asked if they could come in while their coach was being fixed. The Spight family got up. They took the strangers in. They gave them the Christmas dinner they had prepared for themselves. Soon the coach was fixed. The men were ready to leave. One of them thanked their host for taking them in. He thanked him for the fine meal. Then he asked Mr. Spight what he could do to repay his kindness. Mr Spight said he did not know of anything he wanted unless it was the twenty acres of land across the road from his farm Mr. Spight heard nothing more on the matter. In fact, he forgot about it. Then one day a messenger came to him from King George 111. The messenger gave Mr. Spight a deed for the twenty acres. The deed said that the land should belong to Mr. Spight. It should be passed on to his heirs as long as the sun shone. There was just one clause to be followed. Every year the owner of the field should provide a Christmas dinner. It should be either at his home or at the best hotel in the town where he lived at the time And the king must be asked to come. If the king could not come, the owner of the land should ask someone else. The owner must sign the bill for the meal. The person