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HomeMy WebLinkAboutExeter Times, 1912-8-15, Page 3i 4 WAITE LADY JWATdH YOUR OR, WHAT THE THRUSH SAID. CHAP'f'I12 VIII. (Conw'd) Directly afterwards the road swerved to the right, and I lost sight of my • p.ur- .suers. But I knew that we were gaining Upon them at every stride, and was lust beginning to feel satisfied that they must epee give up the ohaso, when the butoher- boy began to slaoken speed, I'm going to call here—shan't be a minute," he said. He Pointed as he spoke to a cluster of small houses at the road- aide, one of white was a shop,. and; :a minute later we stopped, and he got down and went into the shop with some nxeat. I hoped at first that ho, would not delay,. But I aeon found that my hope rested on 1"•a false foundation. 'There was a young girl behind the dusk, ,and the butcher- b0y, leaning his elbowson the counter, began .10 talk to her. I looked at the elook behind her head. It was a, quarter to. four. In five minutes -the Dalys would turn the oorner. • The butcher -boy seemed in no hurry to leave, He .andthe girl were •laughing and chat- ' ling to their mutual satiefaotion. I, be- .gan to grow very anxious. I dare not ask him to bo quick for fear of exciting his suspicions. I could feel those two Dalys panting along the road, I could feel the eeoondc slurping past. The sweat ran .down my face in streams. If X were taken I should be flogged, 'had' struck.a corporal, and I had attempt- •ed:to desert. The time slipped by; it was •twelve minutes, to four. The butcher -boy' :stood up and name to the ,door. The girl followed him. I thought 1 could hear the feet of the Dalys on the road, "Well, to ta, Bertha," said the lad, :holding out his hand; 1'11 be seeing you .again before Sunday." ,,'I, should think so," the girl answered • smiling• ... e.. boy' came out. I glanced at the oad and at the clock; another minute .and it would be too late, And then the girl, coming the deer, said suddenly, Oh Charlie, would you likerd. rose for ,your oat?, "Come on, come on;" I shouted.. The boy said, "One minute"; the girl gave mo a orosa look and went, into the garden to gout a rose. I looked about me. A little farther ahead was a county inn. I slip- ped down from the trap and' hurried to this inn. As I entered I glanced down -the road, and saw one of the Dalys come panting .round the corner., I ran then, and as I went through the passage fell almost into the arms of three men of the military police. "Hallo, my 'lad, what's your business here with no belt onee said one of these men, a sergeant of artillery. They handcuffed me, and I was take. back to Devonport -:and- lodged in the .guard -room. Soon after tattoo the Banshee, who was •on guard, looked into my oe1L • "Pilgrim," said he, "it's sorry I am to see yez in this pickle. The more ,shame to me as is an owld hand, and Should 'have tould yez better sense than to take diversion out of a spalpeen wid stings •on his arrum. It's not good sport, avick. •Owld Paddy Reagan, onr colonel, Is the varry devil wid the cat, and yell be ei- ther gettin' fifty lashes as sure as Billy Bates is a blackguard; but kapo up yere spirits, an' if mesilf an' owld Blood 'A •Oune ,an assist yez the divil a fear but we're the boys to thry." And with that the Banshee handed me a plug of tobacco and retired.. As •soon as 1 was alone I made up my mind ,to escape. The window of the pre soner's room was a small one, iron -barred, and about eight feet from the floor. •If 1. could remove the bare I thought 1 might squeeze through. I piled one guard bed on top of the .other, and so managed to reach the win- dow. The bales, wore old and rusty, and by no means strong. I set to work upon them at once, foreleg them backwards and forwards with my hands until 'one of them •snapped at the bottom. This took a long hour, but a minute sufficed to break it at the top, and I' then had the bar to work with, so that by a little after midnight I had' eucoeeded in .wrenching" out the two side bars, and had the way clear. All was quiet now I could hear the men of the guard snoring, and the pen of the sergeant scratching as he wrote out hie report. I climbed up and forced my head and shoulders through the window. It opened into the tennis court, and was ten feet from the ground. I twisted my- self yself round, and grasping the sides of the frame drew my lege out and dropped. in- to the court. It was a moonlight night, but the wall was in shadow, and having removed my boots I made no sound. I heard the 'sentry marching up and down batside the guardroom. He did not cheek hie pace. He bad no suspicion that any thing was wrong. I crept bo'the.door of the tennis court, and looked out. I could see across the parade ground. There was no one stirring. Now was my chance. Creeping alongin the shadow of • the barrack -room -was, -I reached the moonlit square. Here there was no shel- ter. I must risk it. I grasped a boot in each hand, and ran swiftly across the parade, threw my boots over the wall, climbed after 'item, dropped into the road and found myself -face to facewith a sere try who was stauding at the charge with hie bayonet "close to my • breast. It was' useless to resist. I was taken back to the guard -room, and was hand- cuffed and locked up in a cell. Tho next morning I was put back for a courtmartial.- CHAPTER IX. I sat •all day in my cell trying to think of some means of escape. There seemed no chance at all. The door was protected by sheet iron, and the only window was a narrow grid not big enough for a man toputhie leg through. Still" I could not give up. I was re- solvedto die rather than. submit to the ignominy of the oat, and so I sat and turned over all kinds 'of plans in -my mind, until suddenly I bethought me of the ceiling. I stood up at once, and tried it with my knuckles. It was common lath and plaster. This wee about eleven o'clock at- night. • Lang before twelve I had hacked a hole in the ceiling,, squeezed' between the kale ers, wrenched off a couple of slates, climbed out, site down -the roof, and drop- ped into the tennis. court. • • Biit this time, instead of oroseing the parade, I crept along under the barrack wall to the armorer's shop, which . was a low building, piled up some empty hoxoa which stood outside, got upon the roof, and dropped into the street. A few mintiest* later I' was running steadily along the North Barrier Road :in the direction of Princes Town. And this time I had got clear away, and with a good four hours of darkness in which to .cover .the eighteen miles which lay be. twixt Devonport and Dartmoor. • By stinrise I'. was alone amongst the green• .tors 'acrd" marshy plains of Dart- moor, with never a sign of hu5nan; habi- tation •nor human.' cultivation;' no;: nor 'even a cow, a sheep, of c;: tree visible as far as• my eye could reach, Nothing, but the broad grey sky blushing in the -east, the, heathery common dotted with rushes, the rounded hills strown with greystone boulders, the winding rills thu,t titilcled 'like :little belle, with the rabbits {bitting sfiadowy amongst the, sands herbage, • and tie great swine: •y]ficnming andewheeling high up in the misty air„ It would be two hours';y'et beaore• fire eeoape Would . bo discovered,,: and, then there' would bo no clue as to my where - 'shouts, for I had not clue, a bout tipen the way_ .I sat down upon tete hillside and breathed freely., • , The great difficulty now Was how to ef- fect.a oliange.el ol'othing. I'decided to walk op, !Mooring northeast, by theaid of the . sun, and to tient to chance to, help mo. Scarcely had I formed .this reeo1utlon; 'when, Ise I looked.keen]y round the land- •sealie, I o'bservod at a great' distance whet -teemed to be a man •on horseback moving :in my direetien: closole watching the traveller,•;who turned out to be a prison warder, mounted on a pony "and carrying a oarbiue. He came on rapidly,., and passed within a hundred yards of my Ilidingplace without aiiepect• ing my proximity. I let him gest well away, behind the hills before 1 emerged, and even thea, by way of precaution, I decided to rid myself of, my uniform as we11 as 1 could, my red jacket,, being so conspicuous an object in thio place. Accordingly 1 took off my jacket and sunk it under e; big stone in a marsh near by, turned my trousers insido•out to hide tke stripe, and stood up again, a curiousfigure enough in my grey shirt, and withthe wide, : rough seams exposed down the sides of my "logs. Still, from a distance, .I should not be so likely to at- tract attention, and, taking such consola- tion as •I could from this thought, 1 re- sumed my journey. For two or three hours I tramped on over the uneven, spongy ground, often sinking knee-deep in marshes or rabbit warrens, but always keeping away., from any sign : of a bridle path or road, until all at once I found myself surrounded by a dense fog,• Dartmoor is a famous place fpr fogs. Being a table -laud about 1,700 feat •above the sea -level, it 'often happens that the traveller in that region' finds himself sud- denly enveloped in drifting clouds. This was my naso, For more than an hour I blundered on, not knowing in what direction I- went, until' the fog cleared as rapidly as it had come. It was a curious and impressive sight. The huge, dense cloud lifted itself from the earth like a curtain, and displayed t8 .my astonished' eyes the beautiful, wild landscape, ite rolling hills and grassy plains radiant in the sunshine, a; bread and deep brook, spanned by a bridge of Planks gliding silently along at my feet, and right before me, at a distance of lees than fifty yards, a large, one -storey, cot - toge standing orchard, with -some hayricks and ploughed land in its rear, and at the 'doorsill' a buxom woman, with a great white hood tilted over her brown brow, turning a spinning -wheel and sing- ing as . she worked. It was no time for hesitation. r walked boldly aoross the bridge and up to the door of the cottage, and bade the woman geed morning. She answered" me coolly, glancing from under her hood meanwhile in a auspicious way; then, remarking that she had "no- thing.to spare," arose and Rut the half - hatch door betwixt herself and me. "I'm not a beggar," I said; "I can pay for what I want, if you will help me." Tlie woman put her arms a-kimbo and looked at me sternly over the hatch. "Thee'st best be off," she said; "he'll have no tramps • here, and wants nor thee nor thee money." "Have you never a son of your owe?" T asked, "or a -brother, or a husband?" I've a husband, imperence, ' she an- swered, "and near by, so thee'st best be off, or he s es thee." While shows speaking, I looked round and saw in he garden a tall, spare man in a farmer's smock and wideaweke. watching me . keenly from behind the ranks of great yellow and purple holly - hooks.. As soon as our eyes met he came for- ward and said curtly, "What do you want?" "Sir," said I, "I am in trouble, and want help. I will give you ten shillings for a cast-off suit of clothing of any kind." 'Thee'et get no clothing here," the wo- man struck in sharply; "us be honest folk, us be, and will nae deal with tramps a' strangers. "Martha, be still, wench," said the man in a firm, quiet way. `Boy, step this road with me/' and without another word he passed out of the garden, and, turning round the gable of the cottage, pushed open the door of a barn and went in. Now, boy," he said, when we were alone," 'what, is it? You're a deserter, eh? ' Yes," I' replied; "you may turn me away if .you' will, or you may help me if you will. If you knew all you would help me." "I have a mind tohelp you," he said gravely; "what do . you want?" "Shelter, and work, and clothing,if that is not too much to ask," I said. "Not so fast, my lad, not so fast," said the old man .coolly; "first answer me a few questions. Who are you? Why did you desert? What is your regiment? How comes it you have money?" I told him, 'in a few words, all my simple story; but when I came to speak of Alice, my voice failed me, and I had to turn away. "Aye, aye, aye," said the old man; "I see, I see. So you lost your sister, and -to be sure, to be sure. Well, boy, I know what trouble is, and what punish- ment is amongst the soldiers, having seen the same in my own family, and being as you seem a• decent lad. I'll trust you." - I thanked him eagerly and took out all the money I had. But ho waved it away. "No," he said, "keep your money, boy; keep the bit of your bounty. I'll find you clothing and a bed, and a bit_ of such food as we get hero, and work too, if you mean work. But do as you're done be, boy. I stand to you, do you stand to me. If so be as you're tracked down, you mind you Dame here as a farm hand to ask a job, and I gave it you. Is it a bargain?' "It is," I said; and he shook me by the hand, and, going back to his •wife, said, "Martha, wench, this lad's name is Will Davis, and I've put him on as a laborer. Treat' him fair, and he'll behave fair. If not, let me know." , And so I found myself engaged as handy .man on the small farm of George Lis- Icard, tenant of Sir Ingoldsby Yale, of Dartmouth Manor, in the county of Devon. CHAPTER X. "• For eight months I served my new mas- ter steadily and well, sharing the simple board of the household and neither asking nor receiving any 'wages; and during all that time -nothing happened to disturb or vary the placid monotony of existence. Mr. Liskard was a singularly reticent man, and we often worked together for the best part o�fa day without exchang- ing a dozen w'oeda. His wife's attitude towards me being of armed neutrality made, conversation impossible in that of a the little farmowere oa stolid country boy, hired at the fair, and Rachel Lis- kard, the farmer's daughter, a -• bonny girl offourteen, amiable but shy. I was thus driven in upon my own *Moi- ety, and found ,myself the dullest of dull company. Indeed, my state of mind 'was. one of blank bewilderment and `sorrowful apathy. All ' my past life seemed to have died with niy sister, and the future was .as vague and empty" as the dim expanse of sea upon which I gazed : for hours and hours •111. the clear Sunday evenings' from my Lonely seat on the' top of a rugged tor about a mile from home. On this quiet eminence I would sit and think, sometimes sadly.of my lost Alice, and of the'peer girl I left upon London Fridge,. sometimes With idle wonder upon, the, unborn years ;incl the unknown gifts they held. Life 18 -a strange thing. The great World spins and whirls. upon: its way through the cycle of the seasons, bearing us with it: into sueli haps as we little dream of. The • morning we great with 'ae idle and listless• yawn, as another of a series of uneventful days, may be the coming of our fate. The •careless ehoostug of this path or that across a Meer, or of tide, turning or that out of a street, may involve the transformation of our lives; or a moeteng with awe° fellow•voy- tiger,. as oblivious 6f us as we of him, but whale ,coningg t$' be both the most, stent inoide"Nin the Watery of two houmah soul ,3.., • e• •are no moll 'hine h e 1kt ., things ae triffles. • The-°emeeing of a .gale fray mean the fall bf an empire, •',Che utter- once of a careless word may ohange the currant of histery; • ' X feetMaly concealed m selr in •a• great Rhe summer waned and died, the winter , patch of bracken, where"I.la;v 'quite stili; eamo and went, the daisies peeped cul CHILDRE1'S HEALTH If any ,of your children seem to be pale and anaemia, growing too fast or too slowly, don't •start doctoring them. Rood is the keynote of a. child's growth and health. Some children, owing to constitutioual worikuess,: or as a result of children's diseases, will not thrive' on food from which stronger ones benefit. In succi cases the addition of Bovril to. the „diet will produce Marked results. Bovril ie concentrated beef in its boot and ' most palatable form,. Stringent soientiflo" teats have shown that it is a great ;body-builder, It is in itself a highly condensed food, but it nosseseea the remarkable power of enabling the system to draw the full store of. nutriment from ordinary food. Give your child between meals, once' a day, a cup of warm: milk, in which you have stirred 'a spoonful of Bovril, and try a dash of :Bovril in .your gravies, sauces and soups. It will be not only the delicate ones who swill appreciate the added zest, all will benefit from the increased nutrition. amongst the short grass on the side of the tor, the lark sang over the fallow field, the thrush piped in the orchard. It was late in •the month of March, and I was trenching in the garden early ono morning, when a farmer named Hewitt, who lived on the fringe of the moor, came trotting by on his cob, and seeing Mr. Liskard at the porch reined up and oalled to him: "Marnin', Gorge, has thee yeered thiokky big news?"•. No,". said Liskard, "What is it, He- witt?" Hewitt, pulling In his cob, replied in a loud voice, "War with Rooshia, boy." "Don't say," answered Liskard. That Id dewshouted Hewitt, "an' main bad news it be, 'a if taxes wasn't heave enew, boy. But our- consent '11 not be - axed, I reckon;" and with a wave of his hand the ruddy, fat farrier trotted on. I straightened myself up, and looked about me. War with Russia. War! Between the sweet, moist morning sky and the sweet, moist grass the lark flut- tered, singing gladly; before me the ven- erable grey and green for reared its rug- ged bulk against the rose -tinted clouds and the shadowy band of distant sea; upon the thatched roof of the cottage the doves were playing; within sounded the low whirr of the spinning -wheel, and close to the porch where the old farmer sat smok- ing, Rachel stood in her blue hood and brown frook holding up a great pitcher to catch the water which the boy was pumping. The water splashed her rosy bare feet and chubby hands with silver, the sunlight splashed her yellow curls with gold, the handle of the pump clanked musically, and the childish treble trilled out the simple old song: Gin ,a body meet a body, comin' frae the well, Gin a body kiss a body, 'need a body tell? Ilka body hae some body, neer a one hae But a' the lads they love me, an' the weer am I?" Peaceful and bright and innocent •the whole land seemed, and there was war. War! , War with Russia.. I looked up at the fluttering lark, I looked down at the merry child; I felt how sweet and good a thing was peace, how black and horrible was war, and then—I thrust my spade in- to the earth, and walking up to the far- mer, said, Mr: Liskard, I want to leave you. I want to go away. I want to go out and fight in the Russian War." Mr. Liskard was naturally surprised by my sudden determination to go back to the colors; and tried in his own way to dissuade me from what he considered a rash action. - Is this place too quiet for you?" he asked. , 1 replied that I liked the place very much, and preferred quietude. - - "And is that why you want to go to the war; to seek quiet?" he asked. I shook my head. " "Because," said he, "you might be quiet enough, after some Russian had made a target of you." I must take my chance," I answered. "Nay," said the farmer, "you mean you will take your chance. But I don't see why. I? it's only !loath you're seeking you're going long ways to find it." "I don't want to die," I said. "Maybe," suggested Mr. Liskard, "you want to kill the Russians. But I don't see why you should. They never did you any harm." I have no ill -feeling towards the Rus- sians," I answered, with an uneasy sense of guilt at my heart as I spoke. • The farmer smoked in silence fora few moments, and then said slowly, `Farm work is hard work, and dull work, but it's God's work, and feeds His people. Mak- ing widows an' orphans is exciting work, 1 daresay, but it's the devil's work, and don't you do it." ' "But," I protested, "some one must go, and it is a just war, isn't it?" "Now, look ye, boy," said the farmer; "I don't rightly know what this war's about, an' 'I don't believe that anybody knows, neither English nor Russians. There never was a just war in my opin- ,ion; nor a wise wag, an' the man that works does well but the man that fights does ill, an' killing's murder." I had no answer to these arguments ex- cept to repeat„my first declaration that I wanted to go out to the Ruseean war. "Well,” replied the farmer, I've said my sy, an' you're your own man. So be 't." He laid aside his pipe and 'went into the house, from which he fetched out a bag of money, and having given me five pounds, bade me get the pony and trap ready so that he might drive mo over to Exeter. `For," said he, "you'd best not venture into Plymouth in case you meet those you'd rather not see.' And so I left my place of refuge on the quiet moors and threw myself once again into"the noisy., and horrid stream of life. Mr. Liskard made no further effort to dissuade me from my purpose. But when the trdp was waiting at the gate he called Rachel out into the garden and said to her, "Now, maid, William is going away from us to the ware and I want you to bid him good-bye and good speed, for that is his due as a good man who's done his work well." Then Rachel came forward shyly and held out her hand. I took it in mine and said `Good-bye," and she answered quietly, "Good-bye," But this did not content her father. "No," he said, 'tnott so, child; do you kiss this boy and say God bless you." Rachel held up,her pretty face obedient- ly, but' blushing slightly, and I bent down and kissed her. Then we drove away. "X thought, William," said the farmer, after the lapse of half an hour, as the trap bowled smoothly over the soft turf, "I thought, William, that as things are and may be it would be a kind of stay and cheer to you to go away with the Old folks who 'need something of the kind, find NA-DRIIJsco LA Most effective witheut any discomfort. Increased doses not needed. '25o, a box at your' druggist's. Nene Drrg sell Menke Os, of Wads, Wile _.i 164 kiss of an English maid on your Ripa, and a child's God bless you, in your ears: ait'11 be sontetbaue to think on, 1L'illiam, .in rough times. (To be eontinuvd,) • TRAVELLING LIGHT. Yet Dc LatocuaYe Was Able to Ap» pear at Dinner In Full Dress. Sir CharIes Napier was onee de- lightfully pictured in Punch -as aet- ting out for Schiele with "his soap" and very little besides. De Latoe- naye, a Breton emigre of 1196, who travelled in Ireland, chiefly on foot, and invariably burned up at the houses of his,friendswith .almost no visible baggage, oarri•ed nearly as simple, an outfit. Yet in some mys- 'ter oue way he was always able to appear at dinner in full dress, In his book, "Promenade en Irlande," De La'toenaye tells how he accom- plished this feat. • "I had' my hair -powder in' a bag made of a lady's glove; my- razor, needles, 'thread, scissors anda comb all went into a pair of danc- ing -pumps, In addition, I carried two pairs of silk stockings, breeches of ,such fine stuff that they would fold up as small as my fiat, three cravats, two very fine shirts, three Pocket -handkerchiefs, and a dress coat with six pockets, "Three of these pockets. I kept for letters, portfolio, and so forth; in the others, whenever I was going to call at a decent house, I stowed away my belongings, which were packed, some in the pumps, the rest in one of the pairs of stockings. "At other times," he concludes, with more than French vivacity, "I tied the three parcels in a handker- chief . and carried them at the end of my walknig-stick, on which I had managed to fix an umbrella." Thus equipped, he stayed at Lord Kenmare's for a week, at Hazel- wood and at Florence Court for the same length of time, at Lord Alta- mont's and Ballynahinch for longer still, no doubt to the astonishment of housemaids as well as of hosts. But he was never disturbed by his lack of luggage, and steadily re- fused all proffered loans of cloth- ing. By the time De Latocnaye got to Sligo the weather had broken, and he was obliged to add a spencer to his wordrobe. POINTED PARAGRAPHS. Talk isn't always cheap ; it often costs a man a black eye. A bigamist is a man who has more wives than brains. A bent pin on a chair makes ae. excellent starting point. It's easy to earn a living, but getting it is another proposition. No, Alonzo, you can't make both ends meet by stretching the imagi- nation. Our idea of an optimist is a man who saves a little sunshine for a rainy day. An occasional failure encourages the hustler to make a more strenu- ous effort. Experience is a great teacher, but graduates are handed their diplomas by the undertaker. - Love may not make the world go round, but it has that effect on the wheels in the lover: s head. A piece of colored glass looks beautiful in a church window, but it does not show up well in a ring. A man never knows how fleet - footed he really is until he has oc- casion to make a getawayfrom a leap -year girl. And many a man's self-control is due to the fact that his wife is big enough and ,strong enough to sit on him occasionally. —.-'F CORRECT. Canada's finest sugar !THOSE DELIGHTFUL PE ' at its best Your love of cleanliness and - purity will be µ` ratified by this 5- Pound Sealed Package of Extra Granulated Sugar It's Canada's finest sugar, fresh from the Refinery; untouched by human hands. Each Package . contains 5 full pounds of sugar Your Grocer can supply you. Canda Sugar Refining Co :pany, Limited, i :..Montreal. aaiz ref, 9• NI lei• r4i.•ca. .-sa- ANIMAL HAPPINESS, The dairyman who is looking for results . will not allow the dog or the small boy to worry his cows. He knows that if he wants a well-filled pail they must not be frightened, but kept quiet and content. The grower of beef cattle is sure to weed out the one that is continu- ally bawling, when it should be grazing, for the simple reason that there is more waste than gain of adipose tissue at such a time. The stock content to feed upon the good, pasture at hand, rather than busy themselves trying to break into for- bidden fields, possibly not nearly as good, are the ones that make the most gain in weight. The hen that is„dogged every time she finds a nice soft place to scratch is not the one that makes the best egg record. She may be hard on the garden, but a good fence would easily fix that. Do not discourage her natural efforts and then expect her to doher best for you. The horse that is compelled to fight flies continually cannot get in a full day's work, or at least if it does there is less in stamina which eventually tells on the life work of the animal. Neither can it do its best with an ill-fitting -harness. The horse that is comfortable and in good spirits is the one which makes the record. A flock of sheep harassed by dogs soon show the trouble in their gen- eral condition as surely as in their manner. Fleetness of foot is not one of the characteristics of the ani- mal and when this is enforced as a means of preservation it is to the detriment of the flock. The farmer and his family, as well as his stock, accomplish more when carefree and in a happy turn of mind. All Nature°` is fresh and cheerful. It is profitable for us to be likewise! On tlie Farm si CROWDING OUT THE HENS. Where not any years ago nine out of ten farms had never heard of an incubator, to -day the word is fussing from farm to farm that the profits are larger, the work less on- erous, the hatches more sure,' and the hens are taking fewer holidays, laying more eggs. Not all ''on ac- count of the incubators, but prim- arily on account of the incubator, and, secondly, on account of the. large amount of book knowledge distributed with it, The farmer's wife is doing her share in the profit-making. - She al- ways, has done it, but now she .is "Here's a little problem for you. Jones bought a dog for $10, and sold it for 15 per cent. profit, to Smith. Smith sold it to Robinson for 23X per cent, profit, and Robin. - son unloaded it: on Perkins for 5 per cent. more gain. Then Per- kins sold er-kins'sold the brute at a 10 per cent. loss. Now, the • question is, what did Perkins sell it for 1" "'Gosh l Too complie ted for me. What did Perkins sell it for V' "Because it 'bit ono of his chil- dren on the leg!" Violets is the color of the clothes of those: who aro in mourning in Turkey. • ' -Great l3r'itain spends more money oil the 'upkeep of its road's than on its Navy. • getting recognition as a• partner in the business. This is having—it has had—its ef- fect, and the result is, farmers are now posted on poultry profits. They will •continue to be posted, and those who have been operating incubators will go back to hen incubation only when they return to the old custom of treading out the grain with oxen —only when they are prepared to put the cream separator on the shelf. - - Poultrymen who are in the busi- ness commercially—whose living de- pends upon the profits—would as soon think of threshing grain with the gild -time flail as they would of hatching chicks or ducklings with hens or ducks. The thought would be absurd. Without the incubator they would have to go out of busi- ness. - NOTES OF THE HOG LOT. If a thin sow has more pigs than she can suckle to advantage, take part of them away and raise them on a bottle. They should be taken away when only two or three days old, and they will then quickly learn to take milk through the ordinary nursing bottle with a rubber nipple and in a short time will learn to drink from the trough. - Bad practice to sell good brood sows and replace with young gilts, as continued breeding from imma- ture sows will produce a weak strain. In selecting a brood sow watch the herd at feeding time. The thriftiest always get to the trough first, and these are the ones to buy. Never buy a brood sow with shorn legs and short, chunky body. She must have big feeding capacity in order to produce plenty of milk, LEARN TO GRAFT. Why not urge the boys to experi- ment in grafting different kinds of fruit trees ? Dig up some small fruit trees, such as plum, cherry, apple or peach, some of which can be raised by planting the seed. The plum and cherry treesScan be found almost any time where the sprouts come from the old trees. Then get some limbs from a tree of the same kind and of a choice variety and bury them all in a box of dry dirt in the cellar. At any time during the winter or spring graft them and put them back in the dirt till time to plant out. Including natives and Europeans, the population, of India is 315,000,- 000. Eighteen thousand bricks can be manufactured by steam in ten hours. 11110110101.0.111001001001$111:111 f flt ber the Ill . per,,,sR'A.s '. eeseper Try —test it—see for youfself —that "St. Lawrence Granulated" is as choice a sugar as money can buy. Get a zoo pound btg—or even a 20 pound bag --and, compare "St. Lawrence" with any, other, high-grade granulated sugar'; Note the pure white polor of "St. Lawrence"—its uniform grain. -its diamond -like sparkle—its match- less sweetness. These are the signs of quality. And Pref. Hersey's analysis ie the proof of purity --"99 99/zoo to z00% of pure cane sugar with no iitnpurities whatever". Xnaist on having "ST. LAWIiNCE GRAN'FJXrATEb" at your grocer's. ST. LAWRENCE SUGARNERI ES IL.I17t>l+% '. MONTREAL. . 66b LI Ir LIZ .UDS ARE ':[IIE IN LONDON NOW, No Trouble to Keep --Glass of Wa tel and a Few Ideal Worms Daily. According to the -London Daily Mirror, the fashion,. introduced some time ago, of using live lizards as women's .adornments is growing rapidly in favor, and bide fair soon to become the "rage.” Many .,: women now pay afternoon calls car- essing - wriggling: green lizards, which have ,little gold or silver col- lars round their ` ':scaly necks. So popular has the reptile become that it threatens to depose the fluffy beauties of the Pomeranian and•Pe• kinese world from their poste of honor. A lizard has many qualifications as a pet. It can cling around and decorate its owner's neck; get itself tucked up under the collar of a coat; snuggle underhuffy wraps and feather boas; be used as a live and elegant bracelet; carried with dignity In the hand,and shoved. away in a •bag should it happen to; be temporarily in the way. And it has a further advantage—not that it is material—of being cheap ; 80 cents will buy one, and eight meal worms a day they Dost 12 cents per 100—will datLfy its normal appe- tite. HAS BECOME CRAZE. "Scores of well-known ladies keep lizards as pets," -said J. W. Seal. Mr. Seal is an authority on the subject. He has a shop where he has sold hundred of lizards to well-known persons. "The fashion" started last April. . A lady artist had four blue Persian cats, but she wanted to add to the color scheme,. and •so she bought a few bright grass -green Dalmatian lizards, and now the blue cats and green lizards frisk about together on the floor of the lady's studio. Her friends were delighted with the idea, and the craze for lizards' has become so popular that during the last two months I have sold hundreds. "Dangerous'? Not a bit. We tame them before selling them. We handle them over water—if they fall they don't hurt themselves—until they get' accustomed to us and stop biting, and afterward they never. give any trouble. - ATTACHED TO A CHAIR, "There are various kinds of liz- ards—the wall, green, -horned, Gal- lott's, great spotted. eye, the .Dal- matian and the Austrian, the blue' throated—but the spotted eye liz- ard and the Dalmatian are the best. They are about twelve to eighteen inches long, and ladies carry them about while walking or motoring. As a rule a pet lizard has a tiny gold orsilver collar around its neck, and attached to it is a chain, so there is no chance of the pet getting lost while out with its mis- tress. "Lizards are no trouble to keep. You put them in a glass case when they are not being fondled, and all they require is a glass of water and a few meal worms. These worms— they are about an inch long—come from Germany, and from eight to ten form' a complete meal. They like just a pinch of lettuce, but worms are their favorite dish. They need to be fed only once a day—in the evening. "One of my customers has named her lizard Fritz. `Fritz !' slue calls, and the lizard goes to her and ac- tually holds up its head to be fed. "It's the same in my shop. ' All the lizards know when it is feeding time, and when I approach them . with the worms they put up their heads and open their mouths. They won't touch dead worms. WISH QUICKLY GRANTED. Kaiser's Youngest Son - Does Fairy Godmother Act. The Kaiser's youngest son, Joa- chim, has been indulging in the fairy godmother act. An Augsburg machine shop ap- prentice, Josef Mirk, was tramping toward Strassburg, where he hoped to find work. He was sitting by the roadside day -dreaming aloud for the benefit of a laborer whom. he had met. "If I were king," he observed, "I would ride to Strassburg in a. red velvet motor car with a golden coin in my pocket instead of one small silver piece." Hardly had he said the words when a red upholstered powerful motor slowed up alongside and young man about the apprentice's age, plainly dressed, asked if the apprentice, was going to Stress- - burg and if he would like a ride. The day -dreamer accepted with alacrity. His companion dropped him at the Labor Exchange, pressing a. - gold coin into his hand and bidding him call at a certain works the next day. Not until he had seen the manager of the works and obtained employment did the apprentice learn that the motorist was Prince roachim. In Spain and Italy vinegar is pro- vided by the' landowners for the laborers in harvest -time. -