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OR, THE DUEL IN THE GLEN.
CHAPTER XXXI,—(Cont'd)
As these words fell upon Esmond's ears
he looked smilingly down into Irene's
amused face.
Well, Irene," he said, "if you are go-
ing riding this afternoon, what is the
reason you cannot take Ruby?"
"I am going with three ladies," respond-
ed Irene, "and as you have heard the
maid just say, there would be no room
for her in the victoria; still, the strong-
est reason in not making room for her is,
we are going to visit the hospital to carry
fruit and flowers to the sick. I have not
been there for months, I am sorry to say.
You know I could not take Ruby there,
dear,"
No, certainly not," he responded,
promptly.
Always an angel of charity; doing
some. good deed to make others happy. my
Irene," he added, tenderly, catching up
one of the little white hands that lay so
idly in her lap and pressing it to his
lips, in the most gallant lover -like fash-
ion.
Why should Inot, when I am so hap-
py myself," murmured Irene. "Do you
know, Frederick," she said raising those
great dark eyes to his said.,
"it often
seems to me our happiness is too bright
to last"
"Why. Irene?" he asked, in good-natur-
ed astonishment.
"It is perfect happiness, and that sel-
dom lasts long—on earth."
Esmond threw back his fair, handsome
head with a hearty, ringing laugh and
looked at her.
Shall I do anything to make you a
little less happy, my dear?" he asked,
quizzically. "Shall I, for instance, form
a phantom friendship with some of the
beauties of the neighborhood? Shall I
try to be impatient or quarrelsome?"
No certainly not," replied Irene, flush-
ing.
Esmond raised the beautiful face with
one hand, and looked down tenderly into
-the dark, dreamy eyes.
"Are you really so well content, Irene?"
he asked.
"Yes." she murmured. "I have not one
shadow of care, not one, wish unfulfilled.
Our home seems to me a veritable Eden."
"Without the trail of the serpent over
it " he says.
'He saw her shudder and turn pale; he
wondered vaguely why.
"I see my friends coming up the walk,"
said Irene, rising hastily. "I must go to
them. Good-bye, Frederick," she said,
wistfully.
Not good-bye; Au revoir, my dear
Irene," he said, smiling.
How fair Irene looked as she passed out
of the morning room. Never again was
she destined to wear a happy smile on
her face, for from that hour she was
advancing steadily to the cruelest fate
that ever threw its shadow over a wo-
man's life.
How little Esmond thought as he watch-
ed that beautiful and most accomplished
woman, of the dark, terrible secret cank-
ering at her heart, which was to burst
upon the scandalIoving world all too
soon.
With slow tread, greatly' at variance
with ilex. uao e�drui
d ste , Irene
,.-
1
d
In,• oltisrtie !bhp;*corridor.
"..�most»wstls
I"had tiok:,t}ron :7er1' • "
go -vvitli them, to-d:dy',' slio murinored to
herself "I feel so unlike myself --so de-
pressed. I am filled with vague presenti
went, and fears that have no tangible
shape,"
Then she laughed at herself. Why
should she, who had everything the world
held dear, wealth, luxury, love, feel de-
presszon, nervous fears.o
It was absurd
she must throw off such gloomy forebod.
inas. She told herself she would laugh
them away.
By the time Irene reached the drawing -
room, where her friends awaited her, she
was quite her usual self. More like the
Irene of old, Miss Reynold's who had
been one of her bridesmaids, declared,
than she had seen her for many a day.
"How good my lady is to the poor and
the sick," remarked one of the maids, as
she watched the carriage containing the
party drive out of the great arched gate-
way. "Such hampers of delicacies as she
had the butler pack and stow away under
the seats. Hot -house fruits, rich cake, and
old, rare wines that were worth a. for-
tune in themselves."
Meanwhile, the party were bowling along
at a rapid pace down the boulevard.
"When shall we make the first stop?"
asked Miss Stables, glancing over her list
of places she had marked down to call at.
"To the St. Thomas' hospital, of course,"
'laughed one of the young ladies, "Jessie
Reynolds couldn't pass that."
"Why?" asked Irene, looking wonder-
ingly at Jessie's flushing face,
"Oh, I really forgot you did not know
about it, my dear Irene," laughed one of
the young ladies. "You have been away
from London several Months. Well, the
fact is, ,Jessie's lover is connected with
the St. Thomas' Hospital in the eapacity
of doctor; that's why she takes so much
interest in visiting the sick lately,"
"For shame, Miss Staples 1" cried Jessie,
"how can you malign me so. I should
go to the hospital just the same if Dr.
i,ennox, was, or was not, there."
Oh, of course," chorused her compan-
ions, laughing merrily at her evident.
embarrassment.
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Again that indescribable sensation of
depression and heavy gloom swept over
Irene's heart like the foreboding of some
terrible calamity about to transpire. Ah!
if she had but obeyed that impulse and
'turned. back even as she stood within the
portal, her life would have been different,
and this work would never have been
written.
But who can foresee the end of fate, to
rruard against dire calamities, even
though they lead to a tragedy?
CHAPTER XXIII.
The visitors were shown into the main
reception -room, where they were met by
one of the matrons, who consented to
conduct the party through the main
wards.
In one of the corridors, they saw a
fair-haired young man—the typical type
of an Englishman, whom Jessie introduc-
ed to her friends as Dr. Lennox.
"Whore have I seen that gentleman be-
fore," thought Irene, in puzzled wonder,
as the party moved on, all save Jessie,
who hung back to have a word in pri•
rate with her lover.
Suddenly Irene caught her breath with
a sudden gasp; as in a glass darkly, the
past rose up before her; she remembered
this was the identical young man who
bad tossed the paper down on the bench
of the waiting -room, and which she bad
by chance picked up, and learned the
-fate, and the true character, of the man
she had wedded within that very hour.
Was this sudden shock she had received,
the meaning of the depression that had
weighed upon her Heart all the morning.
With a great shudder, Irene turned away.
The past was past—she would not rake
up its dead ashes—she would forget it.
Jessie Reynolds was. at that instant
having quite a spirited discussion with
her Iover, who had just made a very elab-
orate bow to another party of young
ladies. who had just passed down the
corridor.
More than once Jessie had noticed this
very party at the hospital, and they usu-
ally lingered longest in the wards upon
which Dr. Lennox was in attendance—
and the one rock ahead in Jessie's life
was—jealousy. She could not endure to
see her lover smiling down into a lovely
face, or even courteously polite to. a beau-
tiful woman.
Her brows darkened, as the party to
which the young doctor had just raised
his hat, with an elaborate bow, passed
down the corridor.
"Walter!" she said, passionately, "if you
don't stop flirting with 'other girls, I'm
going to break off our engagement again
—I really mean it."
"My dear Jess," he replied, in a decided
English accent—"you've been doing no-
thing but break off our engagement ever
since it was first entered into; there won't
be much left of it after awhile. But
really, Jess, if the pretty creatures ad-
mire me. it isn't my fault, pon my hon-
or."
You encourage them; you look after
them; you put yourself in their way on
every possible occasion, I don't doubt,"
declarer. Jessie, ready to • cry with vexes
tion.
"He'd. be rathe
•tame sort of ,fell
o
w
to"r1oHoh•ev .;'' vetty gtrIleas
-
freskid , 'returned the y<ung
doctor, languidly.
"You ought not to think any other girl -
but one—pretty, flashed. out Jess, bitter-
ly.
"Now, Jessie, if you'regoing to turn out
to be a jealous woman,
"Being a hospital doctor has just
spoiled you," cut in Jessie, hotly; "I won't
listen to you—I am going. to join my
friends," and she turned abruptly away.
"Walter," she said, hesitating a little,
"you can talk to Mrs. Esmond as much
as you like, for she's a married lady, but
if you so much as look as Mies Desmond
or Miss Staples.:I'll never speak to you
again while I live, so there!" and off
she started down the corridor.
"I say, Jess," he called out, after her—
"there's a heap more danger in smilh"r
at the married beauties than the single
ones, any day."
But Jessie did not hear, she was already
half -way down the long corridor.
As Dr. Lennox was passing the door of
one of the main wards, he encountered
an associate physician, who had but that
morning joined the force of hospi.al nh<-
sicians, As Dr. Ross was a man of much
experience, study and travel, with a large
practice, he was considered a most valu-
able acquisition to the staff.
They had exchanged a few words ere
they were joined hastily by one of the
matrons of an adjoining ward.
"Oh, doctor," she cried, appealingly,
turning to Lennox, "will yon please come
and see No. 23? He's raving and cursing
like a maniac. He utterly refuses to take
his medicine: and, by the way he's going
on, he will be in a brain fever by mid-
night. It's as much as a nurse's 'life is
worth to go near him. He's a new pati-
ent, brought in only this morning."
"I ought to look in at a few other pati-
ents just now," said Dr. Lennox, medi-
tatively.
If you like. I will relieve you ie—say
ten minutes—fifteen, at the outside," said
Dr. Ross, pleasantly, I shall get around
to that ward at about that time."
"I should be glad if you would," re-
sponded Lennox.
The two physicians separated, and Dr.
Lennox followed the matron to the ward
indicated. She passed ono and he enter-
ed the long. wide room alone casting his
eyes hurriedly about for cot No, 23.
It was in the centre of the room, and
he approached it at once, smiling to ob-
serve the patient was apparently in a
deep sleep—having exhausted his vocabu-
lary of wrath which he had hurled at the
nurse he had succumbed to heavy slumber.
Lennox drew down the counterpane
which the man had J.ulled up over his
face; and then a low, astounded whistle
broke from the doctor's lips.
My God! ft's Heathcliff—or Forrester,
rather"—h eclaimed, below his breath,
in the utmost 'amazement. I am not mis-
taken; it is he as euro as I live. I thought
he perished in that horrible holocaust of
eso prison
five
haves boon in chiding have
since.
"The question is," pondered the young
doctor, 'shall I give him up to the an-
thoritiee as an escaped convict, or shall
I not. By George, now, X don't feel as
though I could, although he did cheat
me out of fifty pounds, and put me in
a beastly fix for the want of it."
While the doctor was ponde'Ying over the
Strange discovery he }rad made, the mat-
ron re-entered the room,
"If you please, doctor," she said, "here
are lady visitors, who would like t9' come
through this ward.
"Show them right in, any good woman,"
responded Lennox. Glancing through the
partly
companions ,approaching In an
instant he had forgotten his great dis-
covery.
"It's Jessie and her party," be exela'meri
in dismay; "if I should remain here, and
be even ell to those pretty girls with
her, why the engagement would be brok-
en off again!' and the English• accent
was snore etrongly marked than ever, as
he muttered the words under his breath.
He made a hurried exit through an 0p t
posits doer, barely escaping being obi
served by the party who entered,-headd,r�',;
by the matron.
If you are tired, you might rest br
this window, Irene, and we will make
tour of the ward; the scenery froth this
window is perfectly delightful, ,; teltared
Jess; and to this Irene assented, .and the�,y
moved on; the matron lingering by'Irene s
side, explaining the clock -like .'tttiilarit
with which everything around,aratd' about
their famous institution moved. '• t
This is an isolated ward, and leers are
to be found our very worst ease, ma-
dame," she continued,There for ata -
stance," pointing to cot No.23,'tis' f
xy
hard patient, to manage. He oaniea.
steamer; slipped on the , gang„k,
breaking his ankle and dielooatinishoulder, and was brough here env
and swearing like a madman. You eau•
not see his face from here; we will crew,
the room, whenever you are ready, that•
of him. Hie
you
o mshows the have traceteof beauty, but the
marks of dissipation have nearly stanariea
it out.
"He is really the most vicious patient
we have had for many a day—even in hie
sleep, dreadful imprecations burst from
his lips; and Ire goes off into almost” a
frenzy, raving wildly, about some wau1,In
whom he is in search of. I fancy it is
his wife for whom he searches, for even
in his delirium he is always vowing
though his life be black and stained,, he
will force her to go with him though
he should choose to take her to the fur
thermost ends of the earth; elle will•',be
obliged to go with him even though she
has learned to hate him.
"If it is his wife for whom he searches,
I pity the poor creature, when he does
find her—he is such a desperate xuaz "
"Why hid face is awful to see •wheit the
works himself up into these paroxysine
of rage; his face grows livid in spots,, his
eyes glare, like two balls of fire, and• his
purple lips are flecked with foam. • 1Qo
wonder the nurses are, afraid to go near
him. Poor things, who can blame;Omni
he is a subject more fit for the inealte
asylum than a quiet hospital like this.
"The only doctor who can do anything
with him is Dr. Ross, a physician v who
has jnet come to London to take'ebarge.
of this place; he seems to have a 'deal of
patience with the man. I do hope'his re-
covery will he rapid, and that he will
leave hero soon. He has only been here
since this morning—a few hours—but it
seems like so many months." •
They proceed, as the matron. speaks,
nearer the cot.
The man starts up with' a fierce impre-
cation as the footsteps draw near, turn-
ing his face toward them. .
One glance at that face—and a shriek
that sounds like nothing human from
Irene's lips, She has recognized. .Leon
Forrester!
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CHAPTER XXIV.
That was the one awful epoch of beau-
tiful, hapless Irene's life. The -length of
eternity seemed crowded into that one
moment; the light of the sun seemed
suddenly to grow dark and the inkyblack-
ness of Hades to enfold her; the room to
whirl around her and her heart to 'break
with one great throb. How wild the wind
moaned outside of the open window, and
how harsh the notes of a bird sounded,
as it flew away in full song.
She did not fall down dead, she did not
utter one cry after that first dosporate
pitiful moan, but stood there like one
paralyzed, incapable of speech or action,
gazing down in awful terror into the
dark, revengeful face before her, her own
face white as death.
Had the yawning grave opened and
given back its dead?
This was Leon Forrester and no other.
She raised her white hands as'jt.itnn
beseeching Heaven to save her. hill en
deep, so bitter, she thought it ust be
deathcrept over her, for the
face
had . turned; toward ' her, and tw : :zingeh
eyes islet, her own,
;The shock w s --'
,so
there was such"1
she could not catch. the words ' dump
was tittering,
She trembled like a leaf in t ,. wind,
she quite expected him to grasp . kr, 017-
ing
rying out, I know you, even ,thou hyen
shrink from me—you are Irene.!—my
wife l"
His first question would be, where was
she living? and then, the whole story
would come out; she must tell him alI
even though he struck her dead, then and
there, at his feet in furious rage after
she had told him.
She would tell him the truth, of what
avail to hide one detail. She must tell
him how she had read that he had per-
ished in the prison fire; and that a year
later sho hail married again believing
him dead. She dared not think what
would happen next. How his harsh laugh
would ring out on the summer • air, and
he would cry out with fierce exultation:
"You are not his wife; you are mine!
You shall leave him, and come with me!"
"My dear lady," said the matron; touch -
ins' her arm, "there is no cause far such
terror, the man cannot harm you, he is
blind, totally blind."
The words fell upon Irene's ears tike an
electric shock. Blind! could it be pos-
sible that in the dark, vacant eyes that
seemed to meet and hold her own^, there
was no sight? If this be true he had not
recognized her as Irene, he could not.see
her. ,
In that moment the thought came to
her to turn and fly from him, flv to the
other end of the world, he eoate. never
find her, never, for he was blind• t c
Irene staggered back, ciutclie the
nearest chair for support and sun "into
it. See," said the matron, "we startl d him
from his slumbers, he 11as sunk b, ek on
his pillow again, and his labored eath-
big shows us lie is dropping off to to
deep sleep again."
Irene was watching the dark, sneering,
revengeful face, with bated breath' -
And as she watched, one of the liunser
entered quickly, and there was a lc rrrisd
consultation between the nurse 11. the
matron, and the woman as quickly uvith-
drew again. 4
You and your friends have been -so
kind in aiding ue in the past, madhinle
helping us out of difieulties—might,' I be
so bold as to ask a favor of you rtow?
asked the matron appallingly,
"What can I do for you?" said %rene,
and she was startled at the sound of bier
own voice, it sounded so harsh and un-
natural.
If you would but kindly watch by No,
23 for ten minutes," she said, hesitating-
ly. "There has just been a great'ra!lway
disaster near here, and hundreds of the
dying and wounded are being br iueht
Into the hospital, the vast staff of nurses
and lectors, the matrons as well,at all
summoned ,quickly to aid the stt rens,
they must have immediate attendn,
"No. 23 is not troublesome noW, e• is
under a strong opiate, yet there ne s. to
be some one of great reliability leftehere
to watch over him, his life hemp ,by a
single thread."
"Is—is—there so much—danger?' ane
managed to articulate.
"So great," returned the matron lrtliat
if this vapor should fail to be inhaled;b,v
him exactly on the hour stroke—WI/Mit is
exactly ten minutes from now -his 'life
would pay the forfeit; so the doctors said
when they held their consultation; a Tittle
while ago,' ,
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trill. With care he will pull; througil,
Will you watch by him, madamoP"
Irene could not refuse; she hewed her
head in token of assent.
,"Many thanks, madame," retnitie . the
matron, gratefully. t see your friends
have. passed on hate the other apart-
ment," she added, ..1 will infor,n:;then.u'of
your kind oeiicession,' and she hurried.
away, leaving Irene alone with .h her. tier -
tai foe, alone save fertile presence o the
other patients in the cots that Pillet, ei-
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evidently succumbed ]to the d'hloral im-
pregnated atmosphere, for they slept.
When the door closed after the mat-
ron's retreating form, Irene rose from her
chair, and with tottering feet drew nearer
to the couch.
"There is not the faintest shadow of a
mistake," she said. "I am not mad nor
am I dreaming; the grave has given back
les dead; it is he, the wretch who wrecked
my life with a cruel Iie.
My God! what am I to do. The full
horror of my position bursts upon me,"
she moaned, dropping her white face in
her hands, and she wept as few women
weep in a lifetime, crying out to Hea-
ven that she had married another believ-
ing this man dead.
IIe has come back from the grave to
part mo from my love," she wailed .out,
Heaven save me from going mad at the
thought of it,"
Suddenly she starts to her feet, clutch-
ing her hands tightly over her beating
heart.
Let me remember the matron's words,"
she murmured, in a shrill, piteous whis-
per: "The patient's danger is 90 great
that if he should fail to inhale this vapor
exactly on the hour stroke—which we leave
with you—his life would pay. the forfeit.
His life! And it lacked but three min-
utes to that time now.
Irene reached out her white hand for
the vial, but something seemed to clutch
,mt her nervous fingers and hold them
sneIlbcnind Her heart beat. What strange
thought came to her in that moment?—
fer suddenly, she clasped
ped her hands to-
1g4thox.and raised them to heaven,
.Ile Stolids .etwee 'you.ard
:your hue -
band and child," •whispered»a still, small
voice to her throbbing heart. "If he were
dead, you would be free!"
A great gasp broke from her lips. If
he were dead! The thought seemed to
burn its way into her brain and take pos.
session of her. The pity of it was, that
she dared to listen to that strange, sibi-
lant voice, that was whispering to her
heart
The great folly of her life first com-
menced in not putting the thought from
her. There was danger in ruminating
over it. a peril so horrible she should have
shrunk from it. And the same still, small
voice whispered, more boldly because she
had listened ter it:
"Why should you save this wretch who
wrecked your young life? He did not
spare you. He stands between you and
your husband and little child. If he lives
he will part you from them. You hold
his fate in your ]tancls. See the dark ter-
rors the future holds if you save him.
this man, who stands between you and
love and happiness. Can you doom your-
self to eternal misery by savin^• him?
You would but have to sit still and mo-
tionless in yon chair, with your hands
Clasped together in your lap while the
moments dragged themselves by. The re-
sult would be, he would pass into that
deep sleep that knows no waking, and
you would be free.
"Oh, I cannot, I cannot," moaned
Irene I ani not wicked onongb for that.
I must save this wretch's life, no matter
what happens after. It would be murder
if I d].d pot; yes, murder!"
Never did good and evil fight so vale
antly for a human heart as they strug-
gled in that supreme moment for Irene's.
She grasped the vial with her death
cold .lands, and drew nearer the couch
with faltering stops, ler face white as
marble.
Can you give up love, life. hone, and
happiness,
withsthis man? yourself to
the life
still.
mocking voice again.
Heaven help me! I' am tried beyond
my strength," cried out Irene. with a bit-
ter sob.
Some one opened the door. but she did
not hear. She did not see the tall form
of Dr. Ross approaching, in ler intense
excitement: she did not Beed that he had
spoken to her, was standing near her.
transfixed with horror as he listened to
the wild words that fell from her lips.
Hie life is in my hands," she mutter-
ed bending over the dark, reveugeful face
on the pillow. "If he dies the world will
never know that I was once this man's
wife; and, believing him dead—Heaven
help me—I married a—again. If 110 were
to die no one would ever know of that
horrible past. The world would never
know, Frederick would -never know. I
could keen It buried deep in my heart
forevermore, carrying it down to the grave
with me,"
Irene had listened too long. The ter.
rible force of the mightiest temptation
that ever sued for the mastery -of a hu-
man heart overcame her. She had listen-
ed too long to the tempting voice of con-
science. With a bitter cry she dashed the
vial from her.
The supreme moment had come and
gone. Irene threw up her hands with a
wild, bushed cry, and .fell by the couch
of him whose fate she had decided in a
deep, a de th-liw
ke swoon!
ro0 n
CHAPTER XXV.
For one moment Dr. Ross had stood
transfixed with surprise as he had entered
the door, murmuring under his breath,
Irene, by all that is wonderful! Thus do
we meet again after six long years, and
in all that time I could nor forget her.
Irene," he exclaimed, advancing. She did
not hear him. He stood quite still, trans-
fixed by the deathly whiteness of her
face, and struck dumb by the words thac
fell from her lips, revealing to him her.
painful secret, and leaving her at her
old lover's mercy.
As Irene falls at his feet. he catches the
slender form in his strong arms, and
then, the clock on the wall slowly tolls
the passing hour in slow, measured
strokes.
Dr. Ross has no time to think of aught
else save his patient in this vital mo-
ment. Ile seizes -che vial from Irene's
clenched hand, and holds the tube to the
patient's nostrils The quivering breath
and the faintmoisture assures him the
man is inhaling the life-giving draught
which will save his life.
Before he can turn to Irene's assist-
ance he sees signs of returning consci-
ousness. A sudden, unconquerable de-
sire seizes the doctor to know what her
waking thoughts will be, believing that
her foe is no more, maid as be sees her
dark eyes open, he steals all unobserved
into the shadow of the adjacent curtains,
and watches Irene with bated breath.
(To be continued.)
A cow's value is determined by
the solids in her milk.
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On the Farm
WHY BAD EGGS ?
During the warm weather there
are many bad eggs placed on the
market. These bad eggs may be
dirty, incubated, shrunken or held,
rotten or moldy and bad flavored.
Some of • the causes of dirty eggs
are unsanitary conditions about the
poultry house; lack of litter in the
house; an' insufficient number of
nests; small nests; poor nesting
material; allowing hens to roost on 11
nests, and not gathering eggs often
enough. The few dirty eggs that
are produced should be consumed
at home and not washed and sold:
With these faults corrected the
number of broken eggs would. be
lowered, for some of the above con-
ditions result in both dirty and
broken eggs. The cause of some of
the breakage, however, is the lack
of mineral matter for the eggshell.
Oyster shells or bone will furnish
this mineral matter for the produc-
tion of thicker shelled eggs.
Egg producers should take suffici-
ent pride in their product to give
it proper care from the time it is
laid until it is marketed. Subse-
quent handlers should exercise a
similar precaution. Careful atten-
tion to these important points
would materially lessen the losses
enumerated above and would add
to the pleasure of producing and of
consuming this important food.
Eggs may be a delicacy or only an
ordinary, or even inferior, materi-
al for food purposes, depending
very largely upon the way they are
handled by producer, middleman
and consumer.
KNELL Or OLD MILK PAIL.
A wonderful system of ventila-
tion has been devised for dairies,
and its general adoption by all
farmers who apply intelligence and
scientific methods to their ventures
proves its merit. But pure air alone
is not sufficient for the cow barn.
No dust must be permitted to ac-
cumulate, ,the barns should be kept',
in perfect sanitary form and th
animal must be subjected to .fre;
'quent cleaning operations. Scien
tists have sounded the knell of th
old-fashioned milk pail with its flar
ing edges. The. small -topped pa
is in favor. It offers less of an open
ing for bacteria that may fall int
the milk during the process of milk
ing.
Some bacteria invariably at
found in milk. The laborator
shows, however, that these germ
are beneficial rather than injuriou
to the human consumers. But th
presence of bacteria directly trac
able to filth and unsanitary cond
tions is at once a source of dange
and a signal for medical warfare o
the undesirable dairy.
"Keep the cow stable as neat an
as clean as the kitchen," is the sl
gan of the most progressive dair
men. They are in the ascendenc
The careless, old-fashioned Bair
man sees plainly the handwritin
on the wall.
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HINTS FOR THE FARMER.
Treat the herd boar with kin
ness and also with considerab
caution.
Do not allow the cows to dry
during the latter part of summe
as this necessitates keeping the
through winter giving a smaller.fl
of milk than they should.
A little oil of pennyroyal or
of cloves will drive hies away fro
the stable.
At any season, when the hor
has become excessively warm
should be cooled off gradually,
Don't change the collar from o
horse to another.
Cultivate a cheerful tone
speaking to your horse.
TREATMENT OF LIVE STOC
Horses and, in fact, all donie
animals are very m-ieh more
pressionable than they are ge
ally supposed to be. Cattle .wl
have had a kind master, a mar
gentle but firm nature, show
effect of their associations
breed or strain. Years of
treatment not only make an
pression on the individuals, bu
impressed with such force as
come a breed characteristic.
short, a keen judge can tell p
nearly what sort of associate
horse has had by his tempera
The importance of ereati
good temperament in a trotti
pacing horse should not be tt
rated The horse with a good
perament will domove work a
it better than one which ha
a well balanced temperament