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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1913-03-28, Page 6For Wc.1 or Or, A Dark Temptation CHAPTER XTVIII.—(Cont'd) Evelyn St. Claire's next move was to drive at once to the hotel nearest Gram- ercy Park, and while there to write a abort note to Mr, and Mrs. Remington. cleverly imitating Gay's delicate chiro- graphy--setting,forth that sho was to ac- company Miss St. Claire back to Passaic on the five -twenty train, and had not time to come home to_ tell them of it. "I shall stay three or four weeks, so do not be worried or uneasy about me!" she added, "but forgive your Gay a sudden freak, and be sure to accord ane your full pardon when I return.' "I think that will do, and completely throw them off the track for a few t;eekn at least," she thought triumphantly, hast- ily sealing it, and dispatching it by a messenger boy to the banker s residence. "By the time they begin to grow uneasy and commence to inquire about Gay's pro- tracted absence, I shall have married my handsome lover and will be sailing over - the blue seas with him, his bonny bride. Ahl what a glorious picture!" Her cheeks were flushed as she threw down the pen, her eyes burned unnatur- ally bright, and the jeweled hand that pushed the inkewell from her was anything but steady, How much one rival will do against the peace and happiness of another!" she mused with a wicked, reckless laugh. Then :,he drew a shuddering breath, murmuring hoarsely: "All is fair in love and war, anyhow. I loved him best. All this would never have happened if the little fool had not crossed my path again. I would far ra- ther see the man I have plotted and planned and sinned to win lying deadbe- fore me than married to her. The girl is out of my path now, and beyond Percy's reach; still, I shall never feel quite safe until I am wedded to Percy and far away. putting the whole world between him and that girl—never until then!" Her mission ended, she took the next ' train for home. for Percy's last letter had, stated that he would return to Passaic the day following his call upon Miss Rem- ington. He must never know that she had been to the city, and the thrilling events which had ensued must never reach his ears. ■ M rt r* Both the banker and his wife were amaz- ed when they read the hurried note, which thea- Quite believed Gay had written. • "Don't be angry with the lass for start- ing off so unexpectedly with her friend my dear. Young girls are full of just such freaks." exelaimed the banker, laugh- ing heartily.'eo doubt she won't stay there the week out." "The house will seem so lonely without her," sighed his wife. I cannot feel quite reconciled to her starting off in that un- ceremonious manner. I don't like the in- fluence Miss St, Claire exerts over Little G ay. "I never did care for her very much when I used to meet her during our visits at Redstone Hall, when the old general was alive. She never impressed me favor- • ably, somehow." "Pehaw!" retorted the banker, charily. "Miss St. Claire is a wonderfully pretty girl; sweet and clever too,' "Men never do see a woman's faults if she has a pink -and -white face," replied his wife, flushing angrily. "I repeat that I do not like her; my keen perception of human nature warns me against her, I tell you." • F":Eicldlesticks, my adear!" returned her liege lord, ungraciously. Youknow that's all rubbish. You know you never could tolerate a pretty woman about the house. I declare upon my soul, it's a mystery how you ever happened to take 'to Little Gay, and were so anxious for me to adopt her." And with a good-humored, hearty laugh, the great banker hurried from the room just in time to escape the scathing retort that sprung to his wife's lips. Meanwhile, the long afternoon had drawn to a close; evening came, and brought with it Percy Granville to the Remington mansion. He was shown into the drawing -room, and the servitor took up his card to the ladies. have forgotten the young man who ren- dered her such a great service was to call "Dear me, Gay is not here! She must j this evening," said Mrs. Remington, lay -1 ins- down the bit of pasteboard. "I will see Mr. Granville myself and thank him, framing the hest apology I can for Gay's rude absence, What will he think of her, 7 wonder? Tell him I will be down di- rectly." When the footman returned with the message he found the handsome visitor standing pale and excited before a superb oil painting of Gay which stood upon the ea eel. He was so deeply absorbed in his own thoughts he did not hear the man's step on the thick velvet carpet. He had barely seated himself on the velvet divan ere his eye fell on the paint- ing. ike a flash Percy Granville was on his feet and had sprung across the room and confronted it. "Great Heaven!" he cried hoarsely, drawing his shapely white hand across his brow. "Am I mad, or do I dream? Is it a horrible hallucination, or is it the face of Little Gay. my dead love, that smiles hack to me from this canvas?" He leaned forward with the most in- tense, breathless interest, scanning every feature of the pictured face. The eyes that looked wistfully into his were so startlingly like his let darling's that it fairly took his breath away: the rosebud mouth, too, was like Little Gay's but the hair which crowned this shapely head was of the brightest golden hue, • while Gays was darker than a raven's plume. "It is only a strange, unaccountable re- semblance," he muttered, shutting lits handsome white teeth hard together and turninabruptly away from the por- trait; "vet it has disturbed me—given me a terrible shock. If this is Miss Rem- ington's picture, and the is so fatally like my dead love, it will completely unman me." OZW 24 !l�/3 710'Z /ll� d 7.713 G aviaquill 4 Ft's the CLEANEST, SIMPLEST, end BEST HOME DYE,. one can buy. -Why you don't even have to know what KIND of Cloth your Goods ore made of.—So Mistakes ore Impossible. Send for Free Color Card, Story Booklet, and Booklet giving results of Dyeing over other colors, The 7OsZNSON-atCHAnusON CO., Limited, Mont, ant, Canada. AIM .6.4111. "That is Miss Reutington'e picture, sal." Percy Granville wheeled about with a Rush of annoyance, 'How long have you been standing there?" he demanded of the ebony servi- tor, angry enough at himself for breath- ing his thoughts aloud. "I just eatne iii, Fah ---just as you was wondering if that picture was Miss Rem- ington's. I came to tell you that Miss Remington is not at home, but Mrs, Rem- ington will see you.' "It cannot be that she received my let- ter." thought Percy, with an indefinable thrill of disappointment. A moment later the banker's wife swept into the drawing -room. She held out her fair old white jeweled hands in cordial greeting to the tall, handsome young man, who arose with a smile and a bow, which quite captured her heart at once. But before they had the opportunity of exclaiming many words visitors were announced. Thuswas fate again most cruel to hand- some Percy Granville, If they could have had but a half hour's conversation, the startling story that his lost bride, Little Gay, and the lovely Miss Remington, the banker's adopted daugh- ter, were one and the same, would surely have been brought to light; but alas! it was not to be. Percy soon after took ha: leave, prom- ising to call when Mies Remington should be at home. "What a handeonte, noble young fellow he is," thoncht the grand old lady medi- tatively. as the drawing -room door closed upon him. "I would like to :'.,nose just such a young man for Little Gay's future husband. I predict that it will be a case of love at first sight between them. What a pity she is not here --and he returns to Passaic to -night! Why, bless me!" she cried, bringing her plump old hands to- gether with a heavy dramatic gesture, "why did I not think to tell him our Gay is visiting Miss St. Claire there? I must drop him a line to that effect by all means." Percy ran lightly down the marble steps, seeing nothing, thinking of nothing but the beautiful, arch, smiling, pictured face he had left behind him in the Reming- ton drawing -room. "I believe that lovely girlish face has bewitched me, it hears such a striking re- semblance to that of my sweet, lost Gay; yet why should I—the betrothed huehand of Evelyn St. Claire—give one thought to this pretty young girl? She is .not for me—the fates have forbidden it -that's certain." He had always thought it. impossible for a great love to visit a man's heart twice in a lifetime—that there was but one mate for each heart—but now 'he dimly realized that his heart, which he had firmly believed to be buried in Little Gay's grave, had gone out to the young girl whose pictured face he had just gazed upon with a passionate, yearning long- ing that frightened even himself. Ho had scarcely proceeded half a dozen blocks ere a hand was laid heavily on his shoulderously:, and a familiar voice said courte- Pardon me—this is Mr. Granville, I be- lieve? If you are not in too much of a hurry, I should like a few words with you. Percy wheeled around suddenly, and found himself standing face to face with the famous detective whom he had at one time engaged to discover the where- abouts of,Little .Gay. CHAPTER XXIX. Not until the door had closed upon Eve- lyn St, Claire did Gay fully realize her awful position. "Oh, my God!" wailed Little Gay. sink- ing down on her knees with the bitterest cry that ever fell from girlish lips, "Is it true that I am to be entombed in this horrible place among shrieking maniacs while my life lasts? the very thought al- most drives me road. Oh, surely, if there is a just God in heaven who looks down upon the suffering of the innocent, he will find some way of liberating me trom this ghastly living tomb." Evelyne taunting words rang in her ears like the voice of doom. "I have brought you here to prevent you from meeting Percy Granville. Know this too, girl, and let it be the bitterest drop in your cup of woe; Percy was never false to you. Ile was cleverly tricked in- to the belief you were dead. It was I who answered the letter you wrote him —that letter that tore, you two so com- pletely asunder." "I see it all now; oh, I see through it all now!" moaned Gay; "but, oh, I have discovered that my love was true to me, too late! Oh,' Percy, Percy, too late! "The long years will come and go, and no warning voice will tell you that your poor little bride, who was so cruelly duped by her fair, false rival, still lives; forced to drag out her weary life in a ! mad -house until death frees her. "Oh, my love!" she cried wildly, start- . lag to her feet and wringing her little • bands together in the most heartrending agony. I will not believe her cruel words—that mut" are to be wedded to her I on the 20th of the coming month. if I {thought it could be true, that thought alone would drive me mad." Poor Gay's mental excitement quite counteracted the effects of the drugged roses, and when, a few moments later, the French doctor entered the room, lie was amazed to find her pacing frautically ! upand down instead of ,being in dead a ea swoon as he had expected to see her, "Oh, sir," gasped Gay, Piteously, as he coolly locked the door upon the inside and removed the key, "I pray you, for sweet mercy's sake, do not attempt to keep me here; a vile plot has been planned against me, I.—" The doctor of the private asylum laughed harshly. "Pray snare yourself unnecessary ex- planation," he sneered, "I am paid well to keep you here, and here you must re- main until the lady who brought you here orders otherwise. I am not luter- ested in the whys or wherefores of the affair. Come with me to the apartment you are to occupy," "Oh, sir," cried Gay. vehemently, strug- gling desperately in his arms as ho strove to force her toward a door which opened into an inner apartment, "listen to me but a moment -one brief moment." "Not an instant," replied Dr. Ladeau; and despite her piteous screams 'of mortal terror, lie caught her by the slender white wriss, and opening the inner door', with its large spring lock, lie pushed her into the room beyond, and the door eloted with a horrible click upon her. .Co describe thet h s g t upon. which Little Gay's terrified eyes gazed—to portray with the pen the dreadful sounds that' fell upon her ears—is almost impossible. Gay found herself iu a long, wide, well - lighted room, upon either tilde of which were cell-like grated doors, and behind these bars of iron ghostlike faces glared at her, Creatures that seeded scarcely human— with their death -white faces and unkempt hair clinging around them—crouched about the long corridor here and there, turning their glaring eyes in dull appre- hension toward the iron door as it opened on 'its creaking iron hinges to admit the lovely, terrified young stranger. A very pandemonium seemed to reign about the place—the shrill cries, the babel of voices the deep guttural mutterings and horrible shouts of laughter—more piti- ful than the bitterest cries could have been --mingled with the clinking of man- acled hands tearing at .their iron fetters. A new effect in spring millinery -- the girl with the Bulgarian turban hat and sailor collar. "Oh," gasped Gay, feebly, "send . me a quicx release from this tearful place, or genu me --death!" A cold, clammy hand touched Gay's; she recoiled in the greatest terror, iivaing herself standing cane to face with the most singular creature she had everbe held—a woman, tall and emaciated, with great, burning dark eyes, and hair white as a swop -drift falling in matted waves about her snoulders. ".Bush!" commanded the woman quick- ly, "make no outcry. 1 will not harm you. I am not mad, much as my appear- ance may be against me. Do not fear Gay gazed at her with dilated eyed, Oh, if she could but believe her! "I shrewuly suspect your case is similar to my own," she went on,' bitterly. "Home foe has east you into this place to be rid of you—you are certainly not in- sane," "Indeed, I am not," sobbed Gay, with streaming eyes, "oh, indeed, I am not. You are right, I was entrapped. here to- day, and thrust into this place through the vilest conspiracy that has ever besn perpetrated upon, an innocent, helpless girl; but if Heaven does not show me some means of escape, I know my brain will turn soon, watching these poor crea- ture " rew•tures." eI thought so, too, when I first came here; replied her . cnrnnan,in , lee "That was long years agorehefieer 12ia Prayed for the boon di forgetfulness, but it wee denied Me." ' r For a moment Gay'forgot"'ker own ter- rible sorrow in silent pity for the poor creature standing before her, "There must be some means of escape," she cried, shudderingly. The woman shook her head. "Only death," she answered, sorrowful- ly. I cannot, I will not believe that Heaven intends to to imifiure me in this horrible place," Gay cried out, vehemently. "I will devote my every energy to discover some means of escape." "Was it a relative who caused you to be brought here?" her companion inquir- ed wistfully. Gay shook her golden curls, sobbing faintly: "No, it was a young girl with a face fair as a lily, but a heart black as the blackest criminals. Site separated me from my love, and hopes to win him; but I shall pray, night and day that my dar- ling may be spared from the cruel mach- inatfone of Evelyn St. Claire, the beauti- ful fiend who lured me here." The woman fell back like one who had received an electric shock, "Evelyn St. Claire!" sho repeated in a voice that shook with concentrated emo- tion; "what! can this be more of her dastardly work?" And the look of rage that swept across the pale, emaciated face was awful to be- hold. "You know her?" queried Gay, in pained wonder. "Know her!" echoed the woman, ,bit- terly, "ay, I know her to my bitter cost, the fair, false, treacherous girl, the fiend incarnate! Come, sit down on this bench, and I will tell you my sad story—it eau be told in a few words!" Gay took the seat indicated, and, after a monetary pause, her companion went on brokenly: "I am bat a wreck now—yet a few years ago I was considered the belle of ---- I was an heiress—my one great sorrow in life being that I was all alone in the world. It was then I met Eugene St. Claire- a widower with one child. I married him —then the wretchedness of my life began. His daughter, who was more like a fiend. than aught else I can compare her ' to, soon caused trouble between us. She turned my husband completely against me, and at last they both told me openly that it was money he had married me for —not for love. "Matters went on from bad to worse, and one day after a bitter quarrel I was spirited here while under' the influence of a powerful drug administered to Ire; when I awoke and found myself here, the horror of it turned my hair snow-white in a single night. "One day a letter came to me from Eve- lyn St. Claire; it was to the effect that her father bad died some time ago, 'and that she had inherited his wealth—'me wealth—which was supposed to be his, and that with his death perished all hope that T should ever be liberated to come back and claim my own, for it was not her intention to he hurled from luxury and wealth to become a pauper. "That letter nearly drove me mad; ill desperation I tore off a diamond locket I hadc orn concealed reglad about me, and with - it succeeded in bribing one of the attend ants here to take a message for ire to a great and good man—General Granville, a mill -owner who was our neighbor "I charged him to come. to, me and re- lease me, that I --whom my husband had given out died abroad—was confined in, a private asylum for the insane—though as sane as ever .1 had been. I bogged him to come and investigate the matter. I did not mention the hand Evelyn St. Claire had had 'in it. I spared her throwing the entire blame upon the, plan who had wedded roe for glitteringgold; yes, I spared the girl who was my evil genius. "I do not suppose the message was ever delivered," the poor creature sobbed hes terically; "the man took my diamond locket and went away—lie never returned; the days have come and gone; hope is dead. I never expect release now, unless it comes in the shape of death—there is no escape." Gay sprung up from her seat, her love- ly face all aglow—her little white hands working convelsivel,v "We shall escape!' she Dried 'excitedly; "something tells tee that we shall." Her companion only shook her head; she had been just as sanguine once her- self. It could never be—never. The days dragged their slow lengths by -a fortnight had waned, and the dread truth had begun to force itself upon Gay's nnteraa ir e would that cause those iron doors to swing . back from the solid mas- onry in which they were embedded and set her free. In vain she tore at the iron bars with her little slim, white bands—useless, worse than useless. Of what avail were her tears and pits- oue sobs; those heartrending moans, Oh, Percy, my love, my love!" could never reach the young husband's ears, who had almost worn his life out in sorrowing for Little Gay --his lest bride; the young hus- band whom cruel fate was drifting fur - titer and further away from her with each passing day. If it had not been for the companion- ship of Agnes St. Claire, poor Little Gay would indeed have gone mad. (To be continued.) TRIP TO MOON IN 48 HOURS? French. Engineer Says It May Be Done at No Distant Time. Astir was caused by a paper read recently before the members of the French Physical Society by Robert Esnault Pelteric, the brilliant young engineer, on how to get from the earth to the moon in forty-eight hours, M. Pelteric insists his idea is practicable, based on scientific calculations, and not reminiscent of Jules Verne's ronlallee. The vehicle for the first travel- lers to the moon will be, he says, a closed vessel of extreme lightness provided with a motor of great power, a combination which the as- tonishing advances of locomotion during the last hundred years brings well into sight. Since there is no atmosphere in the space between our planet and the moon, no system of propellors would be of any use, and the only possible means of driving the vehi- cle forward would be an adapta- tion of the rocket principle, which, he says, works as well in a vacuum as in air. The motor then would work a kind of continuous rocket, and M. Pelterie has made calculations of just how much power the engine must have to carry the vehicle along the 240,000 odd miles between the earth and its satellite. For a vehicle 'weighing one ton the motor would have to be of 414,- 000 horsepower. For added weight the horse power must be propor- •tionatol3r; increased. When this combination is realized the journey Would be divided into three parts.'. The first would be to drive the vehi- cle with increasing speed until the sphere of the earth's attraction was passed. During the • second the vehicle would continue its journey by inertia until it reached the point where the moon's attraction began, while the third would be the simple matter of dropping onto the latter - surface, no motive force being ne- cessary. The first of these phases, accord- ing to the lecturer, ' would last twenty-four minutes and nine sec- inds; the second phase, forty-eight hours and fifty minutes; the third, three minutes and forty-six sec- onds, giving a total of forty-nine hours, seventeen minutes, and fifty-five seconds. During the first 4,000 miles, he says, the passengers would have the sensation . of weighing one-tenth more than usual, but afterwards they would cease to weigh at all and have the sensation of falling in- definitely into space. To remedy the had physical ef- fects which might result from these phenomena, • special appliances, says Capt. M. Pelteric, might he in- stalled, lj. "The Family Friend for 40 years.' A never failing relief for Croup and Whooping Cough. Paradise for Students. The City of Berlin, Germany, must be quite a paradise for studi- ous people. No railway engines are allowed to blow their whistles with- in the city limits ; hucksters cannot cry their wares; whistling and call- ing and singing in the streets are not couneenanced;. a driver with a loose and rattling vehicle is sub- jected to a fine, and piano -playing is regulated by the police. Before a certain hour in the morning, and after a certain hour at night, musi- cians are not allowed to play the piano, and even during the hours when playingis allowed were noisy banging can be .stopped by an ob- servant policeman. . The courts have a large discretion as to fines for 'noise -making.. The path of failure runs along the stream of procrastination. Don't be too economical, Many a man has tried to kill two birds with one stone, and both birds get away. The Choicest Product of the finest Tea. -Pro- ducing Ocuntfiry in the Word its flavour and ! to'®trsgth are preserved s hcaam p3...Cred in the sealed Bead packet. 019 BLACK, GnEER1 mein MIXED. HOW ARABS FISH FOR PEARLS A. Record of Five Minutes Under Water has Been Established. The pearl -fishery is an industry that still pertains the flavor of an- tiquity. None of its methods have been modernized ; neither machin- ery nor the trust has yet invaded it. A pearl -buyer gives to The Youth's Companion this description of the way the Arabs fish the wa- ters of the Indian Ocean and the Persial>{ Gulf, and of the bargaining that follows when they dispose of the "catch." A pearl -fisher's boat may contain as many as eighty Arab fishermen. Every two or three minutes thirty of the men dive, made fast to ropes that their companions hold. The only apparatus they use is a small bone clip that compresses the nos- trils, and leather finger -stalls to protect them from the cuts to which the fisherman is liable in tearing the ellells off the reeks. Each man carries a small basket in front of him, and a stone is !tied to his waist to help carry him to the bottom. A dive usually lasts from two to three minutes, although a record for five minutes has been estab- lished. When the divers come to the surface, they are greatly ex- hausted; often they are half -suffo- cated. However, after a rest of five minutes they are ready to go down again. Most of these intrepid toilers car- ry an amulet supposed to protect them from fish, but they are often bitten. A -t night they have a meal of :rice. and dried dates: During the fourteen hours of their working -day they take only an occasional cup of coffee. Many of the fishermen become deaf, and it -is seldom that a man continues at the business over five years. In the evening they open the oys- ters, among which it is rare to find a pearl of value. But when this happens, the joy in the boat is great. Pistol -shots announce the news, which spreads from boat to boat along the whole length of the fishing -bank, and' finally to the mainland, where nothing is calked of except the "water, shape and col- or of the newly -found prize. On his return to his native vil- lage, the master fisherman disposes of the pearls he has taken to the man who has allowed him food on credit. This man- in turn, sells the pearls in the Gulf market or at Bombay. Here the Arab broker takes a hand. In the presence of the buyer and the vendor, he offers up a prayer to Allah. Next, he compliments the owner of the pearl, compares his voice to that of a nightingale, and praises his family and his intelligence. So the tran- saotion drags on. For a pearl worth $2,000 the broker does not 'hesitate to ask 810,000. For a week, if necessary, he keeps his client in sight; he eats and sleeps with him. Finally, they come to term's. The dealer embraces the other, weeps over him, and, to set a seal upon the bargain, repeats a prayer. In the course of the nego- tiation he never quotes a figure; a handkerchief over his hands hides from prying eyes the movements of his fingers that indicate bids. Many a white man, unaccustomed toothis way of doing business, has been robbed accordingly. pa And a lot of modesty is only skin deep. are best for nursing mothers because they do not affect the fest of the system. Mild but Sure.25c. a box at your druggist's, NATIONAL DRUG AND CHEMICAL CO. O/ CANADA; LIMITED. 163 onthcFarffij A 'Useful Gate. In feeding the little pigs with older hogs, it is necessary to have some sort of a separate feeding pen for the pigs,. The older ones can be kept out and the pigs prevented from enter- ing the pen while the troughs are being filled by means of a swinging gate. This gate swings outward only. It. is held up while the little pigs en- ter the feeding pen, and being, light, they can push it forward and go out at will. It may be used to advantage in fattening hogs that run With the' stock hogs. After putting but the feed the feeder raises the gate and lets in those to fatten then lets it fall; all others are kept out, yet those in the pen may go out when through eating. • . This style of gate is also conveni- ent for the lamb lot where one uses a creep. The gate should be just large enough to admit a good-sized lamb. Dairy- Notes. A scientific education combined with common sense and a nathrai love for the cow is the foundation .rf success in dairying and getting together a choice herd of cattle. There is no better system of feed- ing for milk than to give each cow a ration according to the work she is doing and properly to nourish her body. Opposition to a few reasonable reforms by a few crooked dairymen not only brings the dairy industry into bad repute, but turns people from the use of dairy products. In connection with the feeding problem, .do not underestimate the necessity of inducing the cow to drink large quantities of water, Balky Horses. Whenever you see a balky horse you may be sure that the fault lies with the man who trained him, or who over -loaded him, or beat him, or in some way robbed him of part of his senses. No horse balks from pure meanness, much as, we may sometimes think so, and we have never yet discovereal anything that will cure a balky animal. Occasion- ally a fine 'tempered beast may be coaxed and petted until his fear or anger is allayed and be taught to do his share of the. work, but as a rule the horse that balks' in the harness should never be used ex- cept under the saddle. Successful Farming. There is one thing about farming, which is not true of some other in- dustries, and that is that each far- mer is really benefited by the suc- cess of his neighbors. In a pro- gressive neighborhood, where good stock is kept and where farming is generally profitable, roads and schools are better, the price of farm land is higher ; and, owing to the fact that a great quantity of farm products is offered for sale, mar- kets are better; so boost your neighbors, and by so doing help yourself. The Compost Reap. A few old fence rails, built to- gether in a square in the garden, will hold all the rubbish that is fit for decomposing. Add to it the weeds from the garden and manure and all ashes from the house. Pour the wash water over it and allow it to pack thoroughly. It will be of value for next spring while it con- centrates now all the waste refuse and prevents the' hens from broad- casting it again. ' Farm Notes. One way to supply forage is to save all forage from the corn field by cutting the tops of the stalks off just above the ears. Of course this should be done before the' fodder becomes quite dry. Oat straw is a pretty good sub- stitute and makes very good rough- agewhen fed with plenty of grain. A feeder may have his bin full of grain, but unless he has sufficient roughage to balance up the ration he will be shy on his profit at the end of the season.' The feed cutter should be in use. on every farm, the corn shredder is an excellent thing, but why. not put all of the corn crop in a silo as the best probable position to get every pound of value out of it. It takes a little more than two per cent. of an animal's weight to keep it up to normal condition without making any gains and if exposure to cold and rain and storms is to be counted against it the feeder can easily see where his profit goes glimmering.