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Or., Felicity's [inheritance.
(RAPIER 11,
"Sister Ant, Sister Ann, do you see any,
body conning?" a
FeDeity's gay voice frosted down the
long wilderness of a garden to where
Joece wee settling out the tea under the
big Horse-cheetnu't. S1ie was coming• down
the grass -grown path, parrying a jug of
Cream and a, plate of bread and butter.
Her shininghair was as beautifully ar-
ranged, her white embroideied drew was
as dainty as tf visitona were expected,
but there' r,•as no one but Joyce to talar
to -no one to admire her; 'and that was
Felicity's grievance.
Behind her. carne Eliza with the tea-pot.
Her severe face was heated, not altogether
with the warmth of the June afternoon;
she had been too hard et work to change
her lilac print for a, black dress- 'a :state
of things that tried ber method -loving
0oa1; and the disapproved of free -and-
-easy meals in the open air. That she was
not likely to have things all her own
way for the next few weeks was Eliza's
grievance,
But Joyce Hamilton had no grievance
at all! Life seemed suddenly to have
come to a stand•e,till in a green wilder.
nese Forgotten were the embarrassing
events of the laat few days, the vague
forebodings reused by :Mise Chester's
words. the double as to whether she was
doing. right. Her heart was so charged
with the lit*roe and beauty around that
she felt almost like one in a. trance, while
something of the breeding eweetnese of
the old garden was reflected in her eyes.
She laughed in cheer gladness of heart as
she took the things from Felicity and
shook up the cushions of her friend'e
eh air.
"I don't want to see anybody -it would
spoil everything," said Joyce. "Besides,
this bower doesn't command a view of
the high road, Fatima, so that if any one
were eparring to your rescue you wouldn't
see them."
thigh -road, indeed!! There's only a
cant -track through the Reade to a lane.
We're cut off from our kind with a ven-
geance! That little gate over there" -
nodding to where its white bairn made a
break in the tall hedge -'as our next best
link with civilization; there's a path from
it leading through the fields -I cru see it
from my bedroom window."
"I don't suppose it leans to a shop,"
gram:bled Eliza, "You'd better order some
cakee along with the other things you're
writing for -I can't do anything with
tame old-fashioned grate."
"Well, if you can't, nobody can," Fe-
licity said with artful flattery, "Besides,
we can do without cakes for a bit."
'You can't do without meat, and that
grinning idiot of a boy says the butches
only tails once a week."
"My dear Eliza, ne one calls et a farml
It is supposed to be self-supporting. We
millet kill a. sheep or a. calf and eat up
one aide and down the o'uaer. That's
what farmers do,"
'You'll have to do the killing, then,
mnssie,' said the woman grimly. She still
called Felicity by the name of her child-
hood. "It'll be bad enough having to kill
our own fowls when we want 'era." •
Felicity .made' a grimace at her retreat-
ing l;aok.
'Cross old thing1 she 'exclaimed: "She
has been grumbling all day. She eays the
— parlor chimney •smokes, and that there
are mice in the pantry, and she's sure
t+he house with all that ivy on
is da
it'
`Perhape she has too much to do,
Soyer suggested. " "She may be better tem -
peered when we get straight. I sll be
only too clad to do anything to help-yo
know that, Felicity."
"11-2111" replied Felicity doubtfully. ' 1
didn't come here to work, my good child.
But I think I had better carry up the wa-
ter for our baths, perhaps, or I shall hear
every day about the inconvenience of
having no bathroom. And will you do
the laanee? Eliza says she doesn't under-
stand them and pretends to be afraid,"
Joyce assented so eagerly that Felicity
looked at ber almost curiously.
"You're a good sort," she said. "It's
nice to have you here. You haven't grumb-
led Dace since we casae."
"What is there to grumble about? I'm
so happy -I can't tear you how happy! I
think this place is perfect --I love every
bit of it a' ready. And it the house, is
'rather bare, it's beautifully clean and
neat, Mr. Carleton's housekeeper muet
have been a treaeure."
She was. I believe she was with h"m
over twenty years. He left her an an-
nuity and clic went back to Scotland af•
ter the funeral, taking everything batt the
furniture and bare necessities with her -
'Uncle George said she might. I don',:
mind, but that is why the house looks so
unfurnished I expect,"
„ "Your pretty things would soon make a
difference here."'
Felicity shrugged her ehouidere but did
not answer.
"Well, ycu can't deny that the garden
is a. paradise whatever dranvbaoks the
!rouse may have. Look at the roses and
the sweet old-fashioned flowers, to say
nothing of the quaint little corners whore
we can sat in the shade, and the fruit
trees, and the long sweep of lawn --
"Don't forget the vegetables all going
wrong for want of eating, end the weeds
e foot high," Felicity interrupted, laugh,
mg "It anust have been lovely when
areae George could see tee it -it was hie
lobby; but it has been n'glected all the
Ante he lay iia -you can sea that."
'I hope he didn't know the other sad
softly But i+ke the wildness, the die-
erder. It its my ideal of what a garden
fhouid be."
J'os*ce looktd up with dreamy eyes tut
lie bithorseoheetnut above her; its
seamy bloesome, faintly touehad with
pink, reminded her of lighted candles on
e Christmas tree. Behind it, etretcbfng
aiway on either side, was a tall thick
hedge up which bryony and bindweed Cast
races, while bare and users 'creamy discs
et the elder flower brightened the green-
ness and filled the air with faint sweet
Bcen•t.
Felicity wee sitting in cushioned bas-
ket -chair she had brought with her, but
Joke preferred the rough old bench with
twisted boughs that stood under the tree.
She leaned her elbows bbs meta: table
i
and wonder el f t old man had sat
there in the evening, smoking and• read-
ing after his day's work. They had gar
therrd fromn olio of tiie ,sawyer's letters
tbut he had been failing ever ;since Christ.
Ole, It Must Joyee to think bot* doaely
" aniiasa ,,crave heel!.
Felicity looked, at lion spe0ula.tively over
a�
her tecu , Joyce was wearing a dress
f mauve linen, made very plai,,nly; and
tinisbed oft et the neck and wrists with
'Peter Tall" talur and cuffs. The color
B fte,d her c1'e�alllY al sx arta (rel!, 3allt hair':
'Soma1ftopie' Welled al tette het; more
then me; Frlietty thought, She has a
Nelly beautiful mouth, and thee° Shad-
' Pus tender her eyes are very: effective. She
lookre so eeri:ous, so much in earnest.
Eb.ats not my role, thank goodneeli, but
ten not narrow. I tau admire it in other
!people,"
"You look tetter a1learaiy,l Joyce,„ she
id "although wo have do y been here
two thieve Do you know,. X wish 1 and let
141,a' Y'nirl-i0 come down with us as ire Wag-
gle tea. ' „
aro ei ?, Vlyday�?
'Because I feel So ignarant--T .kirow no-
t3aing at all about the place.”
"Why didn't you let him come?"
"Eliza satd it was throwing money
away. Ile would be sure to make mo pay
all his extant es. He will have to come in
a few weeltea time to talk things over and
see what I have decided to clo, and she
though I had better put liim off till then.
lam , want Lis at1\ ee about the farm."
"Phe fari)?' i ,;.udy,,
'Well what. bile aleft of ft. I told
you, uncle George had a big sale when he
knew he couldn't get better, but there
aie tote of animals and things left, it
eeoms to me. We can see the cows driven
into the sheds to be milked, and hear
the calves 'blarting'-that's what the boy
calls it -for their supper, and ,,well the
pige a mile off! As for the poultry - it's
everywhere where it shouldn't be. And
why aren't those lumbering cart -horses
at work --that's what I want to know.
They're in the big meadow all day, doing
nothing hut eat."
"Isn't that old man looking after
thinge? Won't he tell you what you want
to know?"
'He's as deaf as a post, I tried him this
morning but. I could get nothing o+mt of
him. I fairly screamed at last, bast he
only shook his head. 'Then I tackled the
boy, but I'm euro he is half witted; he
kept on grinning -never said a word."
'Perhaps some one will call to -morrow
-a friendly farmer or a neighber
"Neighbor!" --•with .scorn. "There isn't
a, house for miles -of if there is, I can't
sae one. We are just left to oareeiver, in
a wilderness of fields. it.'e quite uncanny.
Three lonely women! And talking of
fiekie,.I know uncle George didn't sell
them, and some of than ought to be mown
by this time. We craw plenty of hay down
as we came along in the train,•now didn't
we? Why, it is July next week., and who
is going to mow nay fields -that's what I
want to know?"
Joyce looked. at the presumptive owner
of the valley Farm with real concern in
her lovely eyes.
"I never thought of that. What shall
you do Felicity?"
Felicity leaned forward and spoke im-
pressively-
"Thes is what I want to know; where
is Mr. Robert Stone?"
Joyce repeated the name questioningly.
"Yee. Mr. Robert Stone --uncle Georgo's
friend and right-hand man for the last
few years. I didn'+t tell you about him
because -well, I wanted to spring .him on
von, I thought he would be e nice little
surprise. Uncle trusted him implicitly -
left everything in hie hands. I believe he
lived hese with him but.I'm not sure.
And in his will he said lie hoped I should
keep l-im en. Now why doesn't he come?
Ile knows I'm here -I wrote and told him
what day to expect me:"
"Perhaps he is that old man himself,
perhaps—"
Felicity buret out laughing,
"The very ideal As if uncle would make
a friend of him. You absurd child!
Uncle may have been a farmer, but he
was a gentleman. Besides, that man's
name is Ike --old Ike. Ngo, I: feel convinced
Robert Stone is young -or youngish, and
nice. I -feel .ire •,lf, it"
Joyce. smiled eather affectiona-teiy
though she 'shook her head,
I don'•$ee what grounds you have for
thinking so. I'm afraid the wish is father
to the. thought."
"Don't be nasty. Robert Stone must ne
something ow, of the ordinary, for Mr.
Fairlie mentioned in one of his letters
Haat uncle seriously thought at one; time
of leaving everything to him, .Oh, I've
made up my mind he will be quite an as
quisition 1"
A distressed little frown puckered
Joyce's brow
But you couldn't make n friend of
your uncle's farm-bailiif . or agent, or
whatever he was. You couldn't-er-flirt
with him, Felicity."
"Couldn't I?' retorted Felicity gaily.
"Not if he throws his nitches about, or
touches his hat to um, or Bate with his
knife, my dear, certainly not; but if, lie's
what I think it is, he will do to pas the
time away. How shall I exiet for a month
without. a man to speak to? Now don't
look so prim and old: maidish--it spalls
Wu. I'm sure you'll do for a cli.aperon-
you have just the right expression:' She
laughed merrily at the thought, then
yawned and stretched her alms. I with
Some one world walk in tans very minute
-Mr. Anetruther, for Bobbie Lowe for -n-
astance; wouldn't it be idyllic?"
Joyce. who knc.w theee gentlemen only
by reptah', looked doubtful.
At, that moment. as if in answer to Fe-
licity's e:peeeh, the latch of the little
'white gate clicked, and a tall man came
into the garden. He Closed the gate be-
hind him, and was about to walk up to
the house when he caught sight of the
two girls, and after a moment's hesita-
tion, canoe towards them. He bared his
head, carrying his straw hat in his hand
as he came on with a long lazy stride.
alis elothaes looked unconventional to the
town -bred girls -•'breeches and lege:nee of
Bedford cord, and a well -cut though shale,
by Norfolk jacket, They had a swift ina-
plession of broad shouldees, of a tanned
face, and keen gray eyes: of a quiet self-
possession that stamped him as belong
ing to their own order, and then he was
close to theme, and Felicity rose and held
out her .hand. Slae had never felt embar-
rassed or ill,at-ease in her life, and she
was quite equal to a situation that ap-
pealed to her by its piquancy. She had
never looked more lovely than et that ince
anent, Her oyes were as blue as the corn-
flowers that rioted fn a bed near the
walk, and her cheeks were like the wild -
roses tiaat flushed the hedge behind them
with every shade of pink.
"How de you do, Mr. Stone? I was just
talking •about you and wondering when
you were cowling to look me up. I'm so
very glad to see Yon,"
For a' moment the man stared down at
the pretty smiling fade, forgetting to
drop the 'white hand, then he gave an env
barraseed laugh and looked away; and
Joyce noticed that he stammered a little
when he spoke.
"What "makes you drink how do you
knonv--•
"That ,you are Robert Stone? Well, I
dont think there are many more men like
you in these paste. Joyce, this is Mr.
Stone. My friend and chaperon." Joyce
bowed nervously. She could not appre-
caste Felicity's little joke or smile in re-
epan.se to the inisehiCt in her friend's
eyes. '"Will you sit deem, Mr. Stone?. Did
yon get any letter?" .
Yes. I have been away fox a fa clays
ter 1 should Have come before."
Ile vet dawn at the end O£,JOyeisa bona.
and listened wits s grave sessile to 1''e-
;,inity's gay nonsense! . swinfi!ui his het
beteveen his kilees.auo turning it about in
hiss trodg brown kende. Joyee fell, that
for some reason or other ha ryas as nese"
Sus as herself, though she could not have
said why. Ho spoke little -indeed, there
was no need. ve ieity was laying herself
Met to be chemiuing, and 'was talking away
With it pretty mixture of fa".iondllneste and
Condescension that, demanded northing.
frown her listeners -but aytpreeiation,
Joyee listened to her in growing wonder;
elm even felt a little ene'ions. She was
.alrwaeye ally and silent with men, knowing,
indeel, very few, and being nctturally re,
gery d, flow gauche and tonguo'tied ghe
In the Wake of the War's Cyclone.•
The picture shows what is left of the once pretty village of Doanremy,' Department of the Maene, France.
we'nld have been if s]ie had had to enter-
tain this stranger alone!
It was not long before he thawed some-
what under Fohieatye sunny `nonsense.
and grew quite talkative when they town.
ed on farm matters.
"You are quite right," he said. "it's
morn than time the hay was down; t was
waiting for orders, you see. We a 11 bo-
gin the. long meadow at half=past four to-
morrow morning."
"Iia1f-past four? What an unearthly
hour! Won't it be dark?"
Mr. Stone laughed. Joyce liked the
sound of
DarkP It's the loveliest time of the
day -the bloom is still on everything- Be.
sides it is beat for the horses to got it
done before the sun is too strong; it
mauls thews so when it is hot --to say no-
thing of myself,"
"Are you going to drive them?"
"Certainly --with your permiesion."
There was a, quizzical Tamils in'his eyes,
and Felicity blushed and clapped her
hands.
Does that mean you will come to me
for orders? How delightful! T sha'n.'t be
a hard taskmistress, Mr. Stone. I shall be
always begging you to leave off. 1 hate
work myself, and I'm so sorry for those
who have to do it."
"You needn't be. Hard work is a'paq.a-
eea for most of the ills of life," he re-
turned gravely.
"That is how Miss Hamilton talks -
gushes about the dignity of labor, and
bdessednese of finding one's work, and all
that nonsense,"
The man'a keen eyes were turned full on
Joyce for the first time, and a pleaeaut
smile showed a perfect set of teeth,
"Peahens Miss Hamilton speaks from
experience -like I do," he said.
"Yes, 1 have always had to work,"- shm.
answered soberly "but I don't pity my-
self .at all. I should be miserable if I were'
idle." •' : •
"Do you think you could induce raid Ike
to try a little of your pana;ea?" Felicity
broke in.. "lie's simply crawling- atiaut
whenever I see him that is night,' and
morning -and he dieappears all day,
goodnese knows where."
"I expect he and Joe go singling tur-
nipe-I left them at it when I went away.
You ffustn't be hard an him, Miss Gray.
He's an old man, older than your uncle
we, and I believe be has worked here.
for fty.years."
"Ofih, Mr, SStoue, 1 couldn't be hard on
any one! I'm glad you told pie -poor old
fellow. Why didn't uncle pension him
oft?"
elle did, but the old man camas just the
saute. I don't think he could live away
from the place. Hee a good cowffan, and
he will do -till you want to snake
Changes."
'They talked pleasantly enough On a
variety' of subjects, but it seemed to
Joyce that Robert Stone turned restive
when Felicity began to grow personal, He
answered her questions briefly, but vol-
unteered no inXormation.
Yes, he had, lived with old Mr. Carleton,
and bad seen to everything daring his
last illness. Sloe was quite right—he had
felt his death very much, No, he diol not
think her uncle had been lonely. Yes,
Mrs, Macdonald had been a faithful house-
keeper; personally he had liked her and
got on well with hes'. Of course he had
heard of Mies Gray Ile bail no friends
about here -any snore than hbr uncle had
-and so on, till Joyce's face began to
burn with shame. She was not eurpr'sed
when at length he got up to go. There
was a grim look about his mouth,
though The spoke quite courteously to the
girl with her ' innocently -inquiring ex-
pression.
"Will you forgive me, Mies Gray, if I
don't talk about your uncle? It is rather
a sore %subject with me, Ho was a fine
man, a good yuan, and I loved him. You
never met him, I think, go we needn't dis-
owns him, need we?"
Joyco felt she should have wanted to
sink into the east+h under such a snub,
but it tats soon lost upon Felicity. She
aocounted for his words afterwards in her
own way.
"You may depend upon it, he feels very
bitter about being done out of things by
a girl," she said to Joyce. "'Uncle George
must have promised him the place at
some time or other, and he can't. forgive
him or get over it all at once."
And although Joyce was convinced that
this was not the true view of the case,
she said nothing.
They loft her sitting under the horse-
chestnut when Felicity carried him off to
be introduced to 'Eliza. Felicity explain-
ed the situation with a charming mixture
of fail and earnestness
"Eliza -:otherwise ltrs, Eliza Wilkins -is
our dragon; she looke after us 'not 'wisely
but too well,' and .rules ue 'with a rod of
iron. She will rule you too, I expect. I
hope 'she will 'take toyon,' or we i'iha: n't
see much of you—she will see to that.'
"1 hope she Will," be replied, "What can
I do to prop..tio.te her?"
Their vetoes fleeted back to Joyce as
(bey went up t1a,e long ,garden -the girl*
laughing tones,the mans deep pleasant •
note, and again that faint feeling of envy
stirred lior:heert,
Robert Stone had turned to her and ,said !
"Good afternoon on ;seeing rhe was not.
going with ,hem, itnd, acting on impulse,.
Joyce had rieen and ehetken hands.
a ;see .yo,i1 hays been robbing the naow-
ieg-gease,', ho said,
leer eyes followed •his and rested on the
big bunch of 'white clever she bad'fasten•
en in the bosoms of flier, drese. Then shs
loekeel up et him, _ and something :in the
intentness of the man's gaze oansed the •
warm color to flood her cheeks.
'Yea,' else stammered. "I think they
ane lovely. and they smell so eiwest, 1 bttd,
no .idea that anything, growing in grass
eotrld lie so beautiful:
Salo fouai.cl herself going ever the little
scene again when their voaees had died
away acid the old garden was quiet, save
for the humming of the bees and the
drowsy twitter of birda.
"Felinity Oil so swept, so piebty-I don't
x
wonder no ono can resist her,"' she mur-
mured "I wish I were not so etuptd and
ee plain. It must beg -pleasant to walk and
talk with some ono big and strong. and
wiser than oneself If I had a friend or
-or a lover I should like him to be like
Mr. Stone. ]lis eyes are so kind—"
She broke off to odnfusion, blushing at
her own thonghte, and buried her face in
the posy of white clover,
(To bo continued.)
IKITCII.k1tiER'S NEW ARMY.
it IS a Triumph of Democracy, Like
the Tubes.
Writing in the Westminster Ga-
zette, a member of Kitchener's
New Army says :-
"The New Army," "Kitchener's
Army" -we go by many names.
The older sergeants -men who have
served in regular battalions -some-
times call us "Kitchener's Mob"
and swear that to take us to war
would be another Massacre of the
Innocents. At other times they
affirm that we are a, credit to our
instructors (themselves); but such
affirmations have become rarer
since beer went up to 3d. a pint.
We are a mixed lot -a, triumph of
democracy, like the tubes. Some of
ps have fifty years to our credit and
'Only own to thirty! others .are six-
teen 'and claim to he eighteen. Some
of us enlisted for glory, and some
for fun, afrd a few for fear of star-
vation. Some of us began by being
stout, and have lost weight. Others
were weedy and are filling out.
Some of us grumble, and go sick to
escape parades ; but for the most
part we are 'aggressively cheerful,
and were never fitter in our lives.
Some miss their glass of claret,
others their fish and chips; but as
we all sleep on the floor, and only
possess one suit, which is rapidly
becoming very disreputable, you
would never tell t'other from which.
We sing as w•e march. Such songs
we sing ! A.11,about coons and girls,
parodies of hymns, parodies about
'Kaiser Bill, and sheer unadulterat-
ed nonsense, We shall sing
"Where's yer girl?
Ain't yer got none ?"
as we march into battle.
Battle ! Bottle, murder and sud-
den death! Maiming, slaughter,
' blood, extremities of discomfort
and fear and pain ! Haw incredibly
remote all that seems ! We don't
believe in it r.ea11y. It is just a
great game we are learning. It is
part of the game to make little
short rushes in extended order, to
lie on our bellies and keep our
heads down, snap our ,rifles and fis
our bayonets. Just a game -that's
all, and then home to tea.
Some of us think that these young
officers take the game a blanked
sight to -a seriously. Twice this week
we have been late for dinner, and
once they routed us out to play it at
night. That was a bit too thick!
The -canteen was shut when we got
back, and we missed our pint.
Anyhow, we're Kitchener's Army
and we are quite sure it'll be all
.right. Just send us to Flanders
and see if it ain't. We're Kitchen-
er's Army, and we don't care if it
snows ink!
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Dr. James L. Hughes, Toronto.
Drop gladness. on your path
Where ter yol' go;
It will take root to cheer
Hearts full' of woe. ,
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Where you find tears;
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Through all the years.
Pressed flowery of happiness
Stored in the breast,
Wlac't sorrow comes, or fear,
13rieg hope and rest.
January 1915.
N
T , . having
Mrs. ei�ly rich, come
into a fortune through a lucky
strike. sett up a country home near
a big city-, where she lived in style.
One day while she was showing
some of her old-time friends about
the place they Game to the poultry
yard. "What beautiful chickens 1"
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was the next question. "Oli, they
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ODGERS . GRAY & STTEWART, ' PERFUMERS
RODGERS,
Dept. W.t, 132 fLEt11t" ST., 'MONTREAL, ,
On thc ia,r
Winter Feed for the Dairy Cow..
During the Winter months it is
generally. found difficult to provide
such food as is necessary for the
dairy cow tq keep up the regular
flow of milk.
At, this season of the year feed is
generally scarce=the proper kind
for the dairy cow -and that which
we have on hand is often of an in-
ferior quality,
After, coming off the green fresh
grass they do not relish such dry
feed and being of an inferior qual-
ity one will soon notice a great de-
cre-ase in the flow of milk.
For this reason it is very import-
ant for the farmer to try and pro-
vide an abundance of different feeds
to make up for this dry or inferior
feed.
Of course the flow of milk cannot
be kept up to what they give during
the spring and summer when pas-
tured, but with plenty of first-class
hay. such as alfalfa and good clover
and fine feed of bran and cornmeal
kept on hand that it may be fed
liberally two or three times a day
as slops, there will not be so much
decrease in the milk supply after
all. That is, if it is given to them
liberally and regularly.
Do not think it is a waste to feed
such feed when there isn't anything
but dry hay of some kind to feed on,
On the latter, the cow can barely
maintain her,flesh, much less keep
up the milk supply,
When we have good clover hay
and alfalfa, not so much of the -
bran, fine feed or meal is required,
as both, when cured properly, are
very strong feeds and cattle thrive
on them.
I am not going to attempt to give
the amount that should be fed, as I
leave that for the dairyman to de-
cide for himself, writes a corre-
spondent.
orre
spondent. ' What I wish to impress
upon the reader's mind is this : The
necessity of having on band always
a, liberal supply of bran, meal, fine
feed, etc., to go with the dry hay
or corn fodder, which is generally
of an inferior quality, fed at this
season of the year.
With the above feed mentioned,
it is impossible for the dairyman ko
otlatain good results during the "sea
syn when cattle. are not pastured.
Apples should be kept just above
the freezing point in the -cellar,
possible. Potatoes at a tempera-
ture of 40 degrees and squash in a
dry place where they *ill not
freeze,
The squashes .should be fed early
in the winter, as tinder ordinary
storage conditions they cannot be
depended upon for long keeping.
Of the apples, the culls of the ear-
ly winter varieties are, of course,
first used. Those of the longer -
keeping varieties may be reserved
for later feeding,
A bran mash with chopped beets
or carrots stirred into it is a great
treat and is a beneficial form of
feeding which should be offered oc-
casionally. Be sure that the bran
or meal offered to the cow is sweet
and good or trouble may result
The corn stalks may be fed once
a day and clover or oat hay at an-
other meal. The last meal of the
day being the bran and vegetable
mixture,
Squashes and large beets -should
always be partly cut up as they are
difficult for a eow to manage whem
whole.
Barnyard 'Manure.
Professor F, H. King, in his book
F'ttr..mers of Forty Centuries, de-
si;ribes the methods used by the
Ifi . Chinese, Koreans, and Japanese in
collecting and preserving precious
manure, both solid andliquid, also
the system of composting used. In
China the manure is placed in glaz-
ed' terracotta urns, some having .a
capacity of 1,000. pounds. In Japan
cement -lined pits are used, the
liquid excrement as well as the so-
lid being carefully preserved. In
China' the oompo'st piles are care-
fully plastered with a layer ofearth
mortar, ' The results of tale latest
seien tine investigations old not give
us any better. method than that
practiced by the Chinese for een
turies,
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merit is 00 good. General -.So much
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they can't use it.