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The Herald, 1912-05-17, Page 7The Tea ,i t Test Put "SALADA" TEA in a warm teapot—pour ,on freshly boiled water --- let stand for five minutes --'-and you will have the most delicious cup of tea you ever tasted. HAS THE FLAVOR! THE FRAGRANCE! THE DELICIOUSNESS ase that makes Ceylon Tea the beverage of delight. In sealed lead packages , ONLY. BLACK, GREEN or MIXED ,ds or i0, OR, THE DUEL 9N THE GLEN. CHAPTER XVI. "•1 daughter of the gods, divinely tall. And most divinely fair." ','There was a feverish glow on the round. pd. dimpled cheeks and the dark eyes severe as bright as stars. .Nannette, her maid, knew that she was :reatly agitated for the little bands that .hasped the bridal bouquet were burning ot through the dainty white kid gloves; rout then, that was very natural, for just Before the ceremony on her bridal morn, 's the most important epoch of a young girl's life. Irene's heart sunk as she looked out of the window and noted the darkening the. Was it a forecast of what her future would be? ah, surely not, and she turned away from the window with a shudder, her face paling like a snowdrop. The Ceremony was to take place at two o'cloek sharp, it wanted a quarter to that time now. Already the guests were becoming im- patient in the spacious drawing -room. Suddenly some ono looking from the window saw a horseman ride up to the front door and hurriedly dismount. And a moment later a note was slipped quietly into Frederick Esmond's hands as be was coming hurriedly down the broad corri- dor. And even while he read it, his face growing strangely troubled, a coupe drove up to the door from which a gentleman alighted,and was ushered very quietly into the house. Here, and now, we must digress in our story, dear reader, and return to the scene of the prison conflagration that had startl ed._all London' a f ownhz pt/ mot re i- -outs, andw which many a brave - and noble fireman. ini hn a had lost his life. Many a pedes - Irian too, had lost his life by the burn- ing timbers which the. high wind carried -Kra :t distances, their bodies being found in close proximity the next morninls.when day broke. e In the little town of Glen Haven, some • distance down the Thames, A few hours later, Dr. Rodman sat over a late break- fast, v tl n over er le London morning m' paper as he sipped his coffee. 4 He was startled by a sudden and im- peratism peal. at the surgery door, and 1 woudered, half impatiently, who wanted him. Ile had no patients in danger, and stone who required so early a morning visit. A man to see you, doctor," said the little maid, popping her head in at the ,door of the breakfast -room, Dr. Rodman closed his paper with a igh; that was always the way, he was enerally interrupted when he got deeply interested in an article, he told himself. Entering his surgery, he found a man standing by the window, who turned treacly upon his entrance, giving him a nick, scrutinizing glance from a pair keen, dark, piercing eyes. In turn the doctor scrutinized the Women's commonest ailment —the root of so much of their ill-health—promptly yields to the gentle but certain action of Na-Dru-Co Laxatives. 25c. a box at your druggist's. NATIONAL DRUG AND CHEMICAL CO. OF CANADA, LIMITED. 161 AlANif :r HIGH SPEED CHAMP O EN s4 is the Washer for a Woman In the first place, Maxwell's 'Champion" is the only 'washer that can be worked with a Drank' andle at the side as well as with? he top lever. Just suit your own onvenience. Another Maxwell feature—Lever and alaneeWheelaresoaccuratoiy dlustedandworkupsuohspeed at the washer runs along P? van when you have stopped orkln the lever. g There' • doubt about s axwell's'Championt leg tete easiest 1 n h ng tiler on market. .- - • , ,1 rite for illu'st erdeal et ourdealer el sndnt e tn f LssS@� ...miA i well's -0'Ia s�i➢. .alt ampleaa her. i 1 C 1 XitlF,I, i arra Ont: t stranger. It was not often strangers came to the little village of Glen Haven. The doctor noted that his visitor was tall and slim, wearing a suit of exceedingly bad -fatting, shabby clothes; the doctor himself was extremely fastidious on this particular point. Are you Dr. Rodman?" inquired the stranger. The doctor bowed. "I have a slight wound here I should like you to dress," he said, baring his arm. The doctor started. "Why, this is by no means a trifling affair," he said; ;your arm has been burned almost to the bone; you must be enduring excruciating tor- ture.' "It is decidedly inconvenient, and a lit- tle painful," admitted the straneer, set- ting his white teeth together hard in a grim smile, as the doctor commenced his operations. "One could imagine you had passed tbrough a recent fire," pursued the doc- tor. "Ah, I ane right, your clothing is singed too. May I ask if it -was at the great prison fire in London, the papers are £till of?" "Your surmise is quite correct, my dear sir," responded the strauger, with a haughty air of nonchalance. 'I have just come from London, and I was so unfor- tunate as to bo struck by a piece of burn- ing timber. My coat sleeve was entirely burned• away. I was furnished this gar- ment by a friend." "Ahl that accounted for the ill-fitting coat." "A .fearful loss of life," commented Dr. Rodman. Yes. "I wander if tin `o ,' a �+ nv`� r - y f ill 24 1 9 fi tt caped? There seems l o ,euntmdereble cq •t'ontroversy over thntit; -they claimn everybody• to a man lies beenfoepid, or accounted for,'" A ;sudden gleam shot in- to the stranger's. eyes, "Is the full acebunt—all the ,particu- lars—in this morning's paper?" he asked, vainly striving to appear calmn, "Yes,' replied Dr. Rodman. "Can I be -permitted to glance oven; it?" inquired the stranger. "Certainly," responded the doctor, court. eously, and a moment later he placed the paper in his hand, and proceeded dress- ing the painful swelling arm, and band- aging it. The man gave a quick start, and a gasp, and something like an imprecation buts front his lips. Glancing up the doctor saw that the man's gaze was fixed intent- ly upon the paper. The stranger had read breathlessly every syllable of the account; it was waren he had come to the list of those known to be killed outright, and whose bodies had been found. that he gave that sudden start. The list was headed with the name of Leon Forrester, and beneath were the words—"face burned beyond re. cognition; identity established by a deep red, triangular soar over the, breast." A score or more of times the stranger rend that paragraph; it seemed to hold a peculiar, subtle attraction for him, and something vory IIice malignant triumph gleamed in his black eyes. "Well, Leon Forrester," ho muttered, "if you lost your life in that fire, you are certainly dead to the world, . What a cry there will bo raised among your ene- mies about retribution ---Pahl" He ran his keen eye further down the column, The . article closed with an item of later news. It had been ascertained that several of the prisoners must have escaped and Scotland Yard detectives would be put on their trail, at once; their capture was only a question of time. A curious whiteness spread over the stranger's face as he read that, The arm was bandaged and, then the stranger admitted frankly' to the doctor that he was entirely without fends. "It did not occur to Ina before that my wallet was in the breast pocket of the burning coat I tore off and flung from ane," he said, "until this very moment. I shall be obliged to remit the amount lat- er on." "At your convenience," responded • Dr. Rodman, What else could he say? very courteously be bowed his visitor out, "slrt odd specimen of man that -with the manners and bearing of a lord in a laborer's garb. I suppose that is an- other hunt's labor given to sweet char- ity, and he ruminated crossly over the fact that people generally paid the tradespeople's bills, but always imagined the doctor could wait, Three-fourths of his outstanding bills he never expected to collect, which caused him to be worry;, ing most of his time as to how both ends - would be made to meet; expenses al. ways ran on, whether money rolled in or uot. Meanwhile the object of his thoughts hurried down the grass -grown village street, turning out of his way many a time to avoid meeting a pedestrian. He reached the batik of the river where he had left a small skiff. "If I could but get back to London again," he re mune d. "It is all verywell to flot down with the tides', but rwing back with a boat, V1 I m , with this arm disabled, is practically out of the question. There 18 no other way than to tramp it back, though it _.18 fraught with danger at ev- e'ar tak<•p. tt. was a`most dusk of a sultry after- noon three days later that he entered London. "A daring stroke," be mutterecl—"daring to come hero, but it had to be done." By a. circuitous route, ho made his way tc a shop in rather a dismal locality which bore above tho door a sign which lead, HENR.t LetTOUIZ, Hareem Artist. bob Undeher rstand theeonature those emo[ sieur's business, The man... was a genius in 'his way. Ifis shop was famnous from one end of Laudon to the other. If a gentlepban met with an :readout discoloring his fact+ cutting part of his lip, and damaging an eye and eyebrow, in less thanan horn"e time the skilful human artist bowed the gentleman out of his parlors, quite • as good as new; the discolored face was carefully painted to blend ,perfectly With his complexion, a flesh colored pleetai' skilfully fitted in, and a false eyebrow, so carefully adjusted that even his best friends could never have detected • that there was anything amiss with hire - Hence monsieur's world-renowded fame fol' his skill. • Monsieur was standing in, his door -way puffing a Cigar—an excellent one, by the way, the stranger noted, as he stepped him into theestablishment, past Szing up his visior In nraid glance, Monsieur Latour concluded that the man had little nmoney to pay for his services, if he reunited them. The stranger deliberately threw off a bandage he had worn upon his face, and tilted back the broad felt hat he wore, turning- about and coolly meeting La• tour's eye,, You!—by all that is merciful!" cried the artist, shrilly "you--" "Never mind mentioning names," in- terrupted the stranger, grimly; "we have been old and true friends too long not to have remembered that." "I am astonished—nonplussed! I have just been reading of the great prison lire and that—ah, here is a customer; step into that little private laboratory of mine to the right, first door, and I will be withyou almost irnmedi tea ." a "Ile—of all men in the world, v mutter- ed the Frenchman, as the strauger turned away. By .all that is merciful, I thought it was his ghost, rising suddenly up be- fore me." It was quite an hour ere the artist. fin ishod with his customer, and hurriedly sought his laboratory. "Hc has gone," he muttered, "and of course helped himself to anything here he fancied; woll, it could not be helped." CHAPTER XVII; The room into which the stranger was ushered was a Hong, narrow apartment where the curtains were always closely drawn by night and by day lest by chance some passing pedestrian should pause by the window and glance in at this chamber of horrors and wonders combined. It had every appearance of a dissecting room; false limbs, hands, arms, and teeth, lay scattered promiscuously about; beards of every size and color, and on sombre black pads, an eye, so human in its expression, as it glared up at the in- truder, or beseeehing in its agonized ex- pression. as to fairly stagger and para- lyze one. • The stranger glanced eagerly about him, taking in every detail of the apart- ment in a keen, instantaneous survey. He was equally busy with bis hands. Wig after wig was tossed over in quick -sec- cession. "I uscession- "I see nothing that would answer," he muttered, with a ground out imprecation; "nothing at all. I shall have to place my- self in Latour's hands, and there never was a more dastardly traitor; he would betray bis own brother if he saw that a big stake could be obtained by it—Aho His eyes had rested upon a small vial containing a whitish liquid, and bearing a lengthy label in Latour's handwriting, It's action is immediate," he repeated. "exactly what I require; as a general., thing these applications take a week or,, more to accomplish their purpose." Some twenty minutes later, a figure stole hurriedly' out of the sideddoor of La - tour's laboratory, taking care to close the spring -locked door noiselessly and se- curely after him. Few experts would have ecoguized'•in the golden -haired stranger --boasting',. luxurious blonde moustache, and r l ¢ea ,faim'hair clustered about us�emu 1e s a wa that: would lttty 1 y Iv c Charmed an'•, • fist ---who iseaeel forth on to. .tbo large J ."don teteeets, as the same lade- tuau, neat cleanly- shaven face and elosgly croirfined dark hair, who had recently entered .La.' tomes shop; even his clothing had under- gone a radical change. He had helped himself to the Frenchman s best ' suit, which he had found in an: unlocked ward- robe. "With Latour ignorant of what my dis- guise really is, I can feel tolerably safe to mingling once more with my fellow -men," and a laugh fell from his lips that was not pleasant to hear. As is the habit of many a man. Mori- sieur Latour made the mistake of leaving his well-filled wallet very often in his coat pocket. The stranegr benofltted by that carelessness now. Hailing a hansom•ca.b, he gave orders to be driven at once to the nearest cafe and to be waited for there. The waiter in the cafe was amaisd at the order given by the stranger. "He ordered everything," the waiter paid to the chef; "saying, 'be sure and bring enough'; when it was set before him he ate ravenously; one would think to see him, he had not tasted food for many a day." The stranger's keen ears overheard this dialogue. Heavens!" he muttered sav- agely, "in all things one must guard against ill -appearances, not to lay one's; self open to—suspicion. He paid his hill hurriedly, and left the cafe with a hind restless and ill at ease. To Hyde Park," he gave order, as he ro-entered the cab. When some little distance from there he dismissed the cabman and set out to make the rest of his ,journey on foot. Evidently he had not far to, go, for as he reached the bfidclleton mansion, he stopped short, glancing furtively around, then at the closed windows of the house with apprehension. A young woman stood near the entrance gate, tying up the branches of a flowering buret. The stranger had evidently seen this Young person before, for Ime recognized her at once as the gar'dener's comely daughter. A very pretty bush," he 'observed, "those roses must have a specific mime; may I ask what it is? Jacqucnlinot roses," the girl answered. "But, goodness gracious me!" she went on, ob'servlug the fair-haired, handsome stranger, with a simper and a giggle, "if you think these roses are nice, yon ought to see those in the other parts of the grounds; why, the whole park is a wilderness of roses:" "This is a very fine place," Ito remarked; "I should like to live here," "Why don't you apply for the assistant - gardener's place?" silo suggested, eagerly; "he's going to leave next week. It's aw- fully quiet here now, though. It would be a splendid place for you. The strauger booked at his white hands with a cynical laugh. "I would. not care for such employment," 11e said, with a contemptuous sneer; "it's not to my liking." Oh, that's it, is it," the girl retorted, with a pert toss of her yellow head, that's what most of us would like, I fan ey, to be lords and ladies of leisure—with plenty of tho needful; but when our pocket says 'no,' we havo to buckle 'to.,. But I needn't have been' out to service unless I wanted to," she went on, a with' simpering giggle; "there was aright smart young tradesman wanted me, but I wouldn't have hint; oh, dear, no; and then there was an old bachelor who was ,iust crazy for me to be Mrs, Tim Tourte- lett; but I sent hint about.his ilt•rsiness; eluiblc. You (lo the very proud, sir, says I, but do you think I'd be fool enough to marry a man old enough to be my grand- father? No, I guess not. The idea of an c'.1 man shying around a young girl; so foolish as to imagitte site could fanny him. When I marry, I want a handsome yonng man." Not one word of the girl's chatter haul.. been hoard by the stranger; his thoughts wore elsewhere, and lie cut short her re- marks by asking abrnptlym "Who lives lure?" "duly the servants,^ she answered. "Time family's all broke up." 1tovy ' he asked, and the glittering eagerness in his eyes :aroused the girl's ouriosi'ty, , 'gm, you know them, sir?" she asked. No,--elt—no!" he answered, carelessly, "The house is closed;" went on the lo- ctuecious girl, delighted at having a ready listener, and that, too, a very handsome Young man. "Xost of 'the servants stay at the lodge; they won't sleep over night in the house, for there was a murder com- mitted in the east room; and they do say, at .midnight, the ghost of the murdered Man. haunts the place." An uneasy shiver ran through the stranger's frame. `Brut the other members of the family; where are .they?"'. "Tizere was no other member save Miss Irene," responded the girl; and she left London very suddenly, vowing she had shaken the dust of it from her feet for- ever,, and that .she would never return-. never!" ":You have no idea where she went?" "Nobody knows that, sir," the girl re- sponded; wondering at the evident interest he displayed in Miss Middleton's move- ments; adding, "I would know if anyone thereabouts did, for /used to be her maid." "Ah!" "Did you speak, sir?" "No—no; pray proceed," be murmured, hoarsely, "Was she happy when she went, ole -or -unhappy?" She seemed glad to go. Why for weeks and weeks before that, she would pace the floor half of the night, sobbing and wring- ing her hands; crying out that her life had been wrecked and her future spoiled. Of course it must have been on account of bet uncle, sir; the man who was mur- dered.. Miss Irene was awfully fond of hunt She was a very sweet and gentle young lady, was Miss Irene. There was only one perbtah on earth whom she loathed, and that was the man who killed the old banker, Leon Forrester " "You say she hated him, said the stran- ger, a dull slumbering fire creeping into his eyes. "How do you know, pi'aY?" "I've heard her say so. `Katy,' she has said to me, many a time 'I abhor even that man's memory. I w old rather die than be brought face to ace with him again.' On the day he was sentenced to prison, she cried out that she wished it had been a life sentence he heal got, or— death." Did she say that?" asked,tiss stranger, hoarsely. Yes; and you can't blame 'her for it, either. poor girl, when you remember what he did." The strauger turned on hilt heel without replying, and strode angrily away. 'So she hates Leon Forrester, does she?" he muttered, with a sardonic laugh, as he whipped off 1110 heeds of the tender, nod- ding blue -bells with his walking -stick as .he hurried along. The gardener's daughter •'iboked over the hedgerow after hila with pouting lips, He wheeled around and walked off without as much as saying, 'good-morn- irmg, Miss.' Perhaps he is some great lord or an eerl or a duke, or something like that. Of course it isn't at all likely that I shall ever see him again, but, oh, tnY, wasn't he handsome! and then with such an odd style; it isn't very often a man with fair hair and a blonde moustache has such midnight dark eyes " And Ka'y turned to her rose -trimming again with a sigh, ever and anon glanc- ing over her shoulder at the vanishing figure, Suddenly it struck her that there was Something decidedly familiar about that swinging stride es he hurried along. "I cannot think just now if I have ever seen hila before or not; but it will be sure to come back to my memory if I have, very shortly." CHAPTER XVIII. "I shall find her if I have to search the ole world over to do it," muttered the as he hurried awayfrom tet 1 .liddlvtona r 1 m mslin tut ,lris.auau�wt,s, an what d"wl,r ess, vitally interested in finding 007 line, shall divulge a little later on. e'°t`11d hot call at the detective bureau, to have 7l. man de` ailed to assist in the search. Timis would have been widely at variative With his interests; he pushed his determined search alone to unearth some kind of a clew to her whereabouts; but at the elui of a fortnight he owned that he lyse baffled. Even the young lady's bankers were ig- norant of where she could be, it had been long months since she bad drawn upon theism. Somehow they had gained the im- pression, in some vague way, that she was in Paris, To Paris the stranger journey at once, and there beetin his search anew. IS Tl'1P, GREAT a BODY-BUILDERSee the British Medical Journal, Sept. 16, '11, and the Medical Times, Nov. 18, '11. Laaemooes c oft =tat, f;-4.1° sai Leaving him for the present, declaring though he spent days, months, or even years, just as sure as fate he would find her, at last, we will return to the object of his searoh, Irene, and her wedding -day, and to the note t Frederick Esmond sin d had just received and over which he stood pondering with knitted brows. He immediately despatched one of his servants in search of the duchess. "What cannot be cured must be en - dined," he said, placing the note into her hands. The duchess glanced over the note hur- riedly. Ah, well! everything will go on smooth - fill said. "He has sent some one to fill his place. No doubt that was the gen- tleman who absconded from the coupe. whom I saw from the drawing -room win- dow." Meanwhile, in the boudoir above the last touches were being given to the bride. elect's toilet. "Did you tell her about the accident?" asked one of the young girls, pushing through the group to Irene's side. 'Look how you have frightened her, Jess Reynolds!" reprimanded one of the bride's maids, severely, "The accident she tells about," she said, turning to Irene, la scarcely worth mentioning, it was simply this: The minister who was to perform the ceremony missed the boat, therefore, find- ing it impossible to reach here, telegraph- ed that he had sent on to another minis- ter, his friend, to have him perform the ceremony in his stead. He has already arrived, I believe." "T. have heard that it was a bad omen to have a change of ministers, or of bridesmaids at a wedding,"' said Irene, shuddering; "I once knew 01 such a case and when the hour for the ceremony rolled around the bridegroom was miss- ing." That will not be your case," laughed Jessie, "for Frederick Esmond is pacing up and down the corridor with all the im- patience of a school -boy, begging to see you at the earliest possible moment. There's devotion for you." "You will Lave one of the handsomest of husbands, Irene," said one of the girls. in a whisper, "and what is better than all, be is marrying you for love alone. You ought to be so happy, dear, yet your face expresses --what shall I eall 1,1—some- thing very like terror: "It is only your fancy." murmured Irene faintly, "why should I feel terror?" Why, notating; only you 'look so." It was like a strange, confused dream to Irene, when Frederick led her down the e+mrralor end at the door, the duke rtee* er armand raceeded with herintonto ht ur!:arlor where the guests .ver a I"semn mVid _1 mut!:ntur of admiration rang through tite met, trews. Was there ever a more i gloriously fair bride, she seemed so child- ' ish, so dismayed. As the duke led her up to the floral horseshoe beneath which the minisicr stood, and Frederick awaited her, by chance she raised her eyes to the clergy- man's fare. The wonder of it wets that she did not fall down dead at his feet then and there; the same clergyman who had wedded her to that other one on that fatal day, stood before her now. She did not cry out; she did not swoon; she would have turned and fled precipi- tately if she could, but the deter -ways and passages were blocked with people. (To be continued). Fish as a 1.41 .. " , .. GR,(e,',,.+ +fiW.'^t wxCw•cm+, 'r» c 1.Vx2Ya4mA,. Your Doctor will tell yens fish is a most valuable food, and should be more frequently used, The Sar- dine, in addition to its food value, is unusually appetising and deli- cious, but the. "RING OSCAR" Is the very , finest the best packing skill can produce. They are uniformnly small, autumn -caught fish, without scales or bones, packed in purest olive oil, and sealed In sanitary, solderless, self -opening, gold -lacquered packages. ay S GET THEM FROM YOUR GROCER I; - -- 1O SARDINES THE QMADE SWINE % xn& THAT FANOIS pedal Royal Permissien eg,isterod 'Trade Mark as above on Every Genuine Package. thin L nd few` door sk m: ur CRP 4 s bold t CANADA SUGAP P•EFTNIWG co, LIMITCLI. MIO1ltdtAir 0.0...e,046„0„0,0el.w0,4„wo On the Farm WHAT IS FARM MANURE WORTH? In spite of all that has been writ- ten telling of the value of stable manure there are many farmers who still neglect to care for this 'valu- able by-product of the farm and spend their money for commercial fertilizer, I do not wish to discour- age the use of commercial fertilizer,. but it should never be used until the stable manure is first taken care of and applied to the soil, if there is not sufficient manure to meet the demands of the farm crops the de- ficiency should be supplied by using commercial fertilizer. It is rather difficult to estimate the value of stable manure in dol- larsd an cents as commercial ferti- lizers are valued, since the stable manure adds much valuable humus to the soil as well as direct plant food and the commercial fertilizer is valued for the direct plant food alone. Dr. Aikman says that the humus of the stable manure is worth quite as much to the soil as the direct plant food. Valuing the phosphoric acid at five cents per pound, the potash at five cents per pound and the nitrogen at fifteen cents per pound a fair average value of the stable manure may be estimated as follows: 10 pounds nitrogen al 15c. ...$1.50 10 pounds potash at 5c .50 5 pounds phosphoric acid at 5c.25 • $2.25 Then if we add the value of the humus, commission charged by agents and freight on commercial -" fertilizers, we may still be conser- vative when we double the commer- cial value of the manure and count a ton of well -cared for stable ma- nure worth $450 to the farm. Its value is not appreciated be- cause it is a by-product and because fanners have fallen into the habit of .neglecting properly to care for the manure and apply it judicious- ly. The manure when allowed to ac- eumulate about the stables is in the way and is a repulsive, bad-smel- lii g product; but when drawn tri the field and c1strz utd:eter t St soil by'tneans' cif spreaders it irutib of the way and is also preparing the soil to grow a large, crop.--W.H.K, Iv'OTES OF THE SHEEPFOLD. T.)on't be afraid of a little grain. Good sheep are Iargely the product of good food. Better buy the best rams you can secure. A few extra dollars on a ram makes a lot of difference in the Looks of the flock. The mutton -part costs the sante, the extra money ex- pended all goes to buy the quality, and we cannot get too much of that. Why not buy a couple of high- class ewes? A kw years hence you will be able to give your boy a niee little flock of ewes, in the mean- while raising your own reins, sel- ling the surplus to your neighbors, doing a little missionary work, and. they cost no inure to raise than the kind that are just "sheep.'' Do not be afraid to shoot any prowling dog that may be found on your farm, and particularly if it should happen to be in the vicinity ;,f the sheep. THE AN AND THE COW. Udder troubles are frequently the result of bad feeding. Sunlight and pleasant surround- ings are great factors in stimulating large milk,'ields. The cow should be fed so that she will produce a full flow of milk and maintain practically the same !lesll condition. The high producing dairy cow is an animal that follows in the wake of civilization. She never goes ahead. Conditions must be suitable before she can be" of any value to the farmer. The cow should have a capacity to produce more milk than she is called upon to produce in ovdin:fry dairy work. Prisoner—°'I didn't steal the horse. T e. -_ only took himfel- low from the 1- a f e low what stole him." Captor -- "Shore. I 'phoned that to the vigi- lance committee, but it's no go, They 'phoned me Jiang up the re- ceiver." Stern Parent—"Quite so, quite rl S.. You 'Wl , L te,h lie"t 11 at{m-1 Lel havepro- posed to my daughter; but—r.-- you say nothing about your posi. tion, Nervous Suitor— °'My pod- tion, 'sir ? Oh—er----the usual one, I believe—on my knees, you know."