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.res of eredgard.rr ,.
D1lhat He Cost Her."
on reflection you would think so, I
s sure of it. I have always found
very fair, Trent, and very reas-
ble. Now shall we say two hun-
•
ou seem very anxious for a
e," Trent remarked, "Listen, I
play you for any amount you like,
I 0 U against your I 0U.• Are
agreeable?"
onty shook his bead. "1 dorl't
nt your money, Trent," he said.
ou know that I want that brandy.
will leave you to nine the stake I
to set up against it."
s regards that," Trent answered
tly, "I've named the stake; I'll
consider any other."
onty's face once more grew black
anger.
ou are a beast, Trent—a bully!"
xclaimed passionately; "I'll not
'th it!"
hope you won't," Trent an
'I've told you what I should
you if you did."
loved a little nearer to the
of the hut. He drew the
hesitatingly from .his
looked at it by the moon -
eyes filled with maudlin
raised it to his lips and
e girl," he whispered. "My
ghter.,,
ad re -lit his pipe and start-
h game of Patience. Monty,
in the opening, began to
to himself.
am sure to win -Trent is always
ucky at cards—such a little risk,
and the brandy—ah!"
He sucked in his .lips for a moment
with a slight gurgling sound. He.
looked over his shoulder, and his face
grew haggard with longing. His
eyes sought Trent's, but Trent was
smoking stolidly and looking at the
cards spread out before him, as a
chess -player at his pieces,
"Such' a very small risk," Monty
whispered softly to himself. "I need
the brandy too. I cannot sleep with-
out it! Trent!"
Trent made no answer. He did
not wish to hear. Already he had re-
pented. He was not a man of .keen
susceptibility, but he was a trifle
ashamed of himself. At that moment
; he was tempted to draw the cork, and
empty the brandyout upon the
ground.
"Trent! Do you hear, Trent?"
He could no longer ignore the
hoarse; plaintive cry. He looked un-
willingly up. Monty was standing
over him with white, twitching face
and bloodshot eyes.
"Deal the cards," he muttered sine-
ply, and sat down.
Trent hesitated. Monty misunder-
stood him and slowly drew the photo-
graph from his pocket and laid it face
doivnwards upon the table. Trent bit
his lip and frowned.
"Rather a foolish game this," he
said. "Let's call it off, eh? You',
shall have well, a thimbleful of the'I
brandy and go to bed.' I'll sit up, I'm
not tired."
But Monty swore a very profane
and a very ugly oath.
"I'll have the lot," he muttered.
"Every drop; every — drop! Ay,
and I'll keep the picture. You see, my
friend, you see; deal the cards."
Then Trent, who had more faults
than most men, but who hated bad
language, looked at the back of the
photograph, and, shuddering, hesitat-
ed no longer. He shuffled the cards
and handed them to Monty.
"Your deal," he said laconically.
"Same as before I suppose?"
1 Monty nodded, for his tongue was
hot and his mouth dry, and speech
was not an easy thing. But he dealt
the cards, one by one with jealous
care, and when he had finished he
snatched "upon his own, and looked at
leach with sickly disappointment. -
"How many?" Trent asked, hold-
ing out the pack. Monty hesitated,
half made up his mind to throw away
three cards, then put one upon the.
I table. Finally, with a little whine, he
laid three down with trembling fin-
gers and snatched at the three which
Trent handed him. His face lit up,
a scarlet flush burned in his cheek. It
was evident that the draw had im-
proved his hand.
Trent took his own cards up, look -
at them nonchalantly, and helped
himself to one card, Monty could re-
strain himself no longer. He threw
his hand upon the ground.
"Three's," he cried in fierce triumph,
"three of a kind—nines."
Trent laid down his own cards calm-
ly down.
"A full hand," he said, "kings up."
Monty gave a little gasp and then
a moan. His eyes were fixed with a
fascinating glare upon those five cards
which Trent had so calmly laid down.
Trent took up the photograph, thrust
it carefully into his pocket without
looking at it, and rose to his feet.
"Look here, Monty," he said, "you
shall have the brandy• you've no right
to it, and you're best without it by
long chalks. But there, you ^shall
have your own -way.',
Monty rose to his feet and balanced
himself against the post.
"Never mind -about the brandy,,"
he faltered. "Give lie back ihe•phdto-
graph."
Trent shrugged his shoulders.
"Why?" he asked coolly. "Full hand
it that drop
and between us
. Don't worry me like a
ild. Roll yourself up and get
to sleep! l'il keep watch."
"I will .be reasonable," Monty whin-
ed. "I will go to sleep, my friend,
and worry no more when.I have had
just one sip of that brandy! It is
the finest medicine in the world for
me! It will keep the fever off. You
do •not want money you say! Come,
is there anything in this world which
I possess, which you will set against
that three inches of brown liquid?"
Trent was on the point of an angry
negative. Suddenly he stopped—
hesitated—and said nothing. Monty's
Lace lit up with sudden hope.
"Come," he cried, "there is some-
thing I see! You're the right sort,
Trent. Don't be afraid to speak out.
:It's yours, man, if you win it. Speak
up!'
!"I will stake that brandy," Trent
,answered, "against the picture you
let fall from your pocket an hour
ago."
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CHAPTER III.
For a moment Monty stood as
though dazed. Then the excitement
which had shone in his face slowly
subsided. He stood quite silent, stut-
tering softly to himself, his eyes fix-
ed on Trent.
"Her picture! My little girl's pic-
ture! Trent, you are joking, you're
mad!"
"Am I?" Trent answered nonchal-
antly. "Perhaps so! 0 Anyhow those
are my terms! You can play or not
as you like! I don't care."
A red spot burned in M•onty's
cheeks, and a sudden passion shook
him. He threw himself upon Trent
and would have struck him but that
he was as a child in the younger
man's grasp. Trent held him at a
distance easily and without effort.
"There's nothing for you to make
a' fuss about," he said gruffly. "I
answered a plain question, that's all.
I don't want to play at all. I should
most likely lose, and you're much bet-
ter without the brandy."
Monty was foaming with passion
and baffled desire.
"You beast!" he cried, "you low,
ill-bred cur! How dared you look at
her picture! How dare you make me
such an offer! Let ane go, I say! Let
i"
Bute did not immediately relax
his grasp. It was evidently not safe
to let hint go. His fit of anger bor-
tiered upon hysterics. Presently he;
grew calmer but more maudlin. Trent
at last released him, and thrusting
the bottle of brandy into his coat-!
pocket, returned to his game of Pa-!
Hence. Monty lay on the ground
watching him with red, shifty eyes.
"Trent," he whimpered. But Trent
did not answer hint. •
"Trent, you needn't have been so
beastly rough. My arm, is black and
blue and I am sore all over."
But Trent remained silent. Monty
crept a little nearer. He was begin-
ning to feel a very injured person.
"Trent," he said, "I'm sorry we've
had words. Perhaps I said more than
t ought to have done. I did not Mean
to can you names. I apologise."
"Granted," Trent said tersely, bend -
big over his game.
"You see, Trent," he went on,
"you're not a family elan, are you?
If .you were, you would understand.
I've been down in the mire for- years,
an utter scoundrel, a poor, weak,
broken-down creature.. But I've el-
. ways: kept that picture! It's my lit-
tle girl! She doesn't know I'm alive,
never ,.ill know, but it's all I have to
remind nee of her and I couldn't part
well it: could. I?"
t'ro'd be a blackguard if you did," beats three, don't it? Itwas my win
3' eseeneeed curtly. and my stake.,,
' f eke brightened. "Then—then take that!" But the
..,. ,.," he declared, "that blow never touched Trent He thrust
ears.
?'You don't want 'it," he moaned;;
"What's my little girl to you? You
never saw her, and you never will dee
her in your life."
"She is nothing to me, of course,"
Trent answered. "A moment or so
ago her picture was worth less to you
than a quarter of a bottle of brandy!'
her!
"I" was mad," Monty moaned, "She
was my own little daughter, God help
"I never heard you speak of her be-
fore," Trent remarked, -
There was a moment's silence.. Then
Monty crept out between the posts
into the soft darkness, and his voice
seemed to come from a great distance.
- "I have never told you about her,"
he said, "because. she is not the sort
of woman who is spoken of at all to
such men as you. T am no more
worthy to be her father than. you
are to touch the hem of her skirt.
There was a time, Trent, many, many
years ago, when I was proud to think
that she was my daughter, my own
flesh and blood. When I began to go
down—it was different. Down and
down and lower still! Then she ceas-
ed to be my daughter! After all it is
best. I am not fit to carry her pic-
ture. You keep it Trent -you keep,
it—and give me the brandy."
Ile staggered up on to his feet and
crept back into the hut. His hands
were outstretched, claw-like and bony,.
his eyes were fierce as a wild -cat's.
But Trent stood between him and the
brandy bottle. e
"Look here," he said, "you shall
have the picture back—curse you!
But listen. If I were you and had
wife, or daughter, or sweetheart like
this"—he touched the photograph al-
most reverently—"why, *I'd go
through fire and water, but I'd keep
myself decent; ain't you a silly old
fool, now? We've made our piles, you
can go back and take her a:' fortune,
give her jewels ' and pretty "dresses,
and .all the fal-de-lals that women.
love. You'll never do it if you muddle
yourself up with that stuff, old 'un.
Chuck the drink till we've seen this
thing through at any rate!"
"You don't know my little girl,"
Montymuttered. "How should. you?
She'd care little formoney or' gew-
gaws, but she'd break her heart to
see her old father—come to this-
broken down,,worthless a `hopeless,
miserable wretch. It's too- late.
Trent, I'll have just a glass I think.
It will do me good. I have been fret-
ting, Trent, you see how are I am."
He staggered towards the bottle.
Trent watched him, interfering no
longer. With a little chuckle of con-
tent he seized upon it and, too fearful
of interference from Trent to wait
for a glass, raised it to his lip's. There
was a gurgling in his throat -a little
spasm as he choked, and released his
lips for a moment. Then the bottle
slid from his nerveless fingers to the
floor, and the liquor oozed away in a
little brown stream; even Trent drop-
ped his pack of cards and sprang up
startled. For bending dawn . �. ,ormder
the sloping roof was a European, to
all appearance an ' Englishman, in
linen clothes and white hat. It was
the man for whom they had waited.
(To be continued.),
A Test of Lunacy.
It is said that in a. certain lunacy.
asylum, one of the tests applied to
find out if a patient is sufficiently re-
covered to ,he discharged is to give
him a broom and put him in a room
with' a water -tap turned full on. If
he proceeds •placidly to sweep up the
water without turning off the tap his
standard of intelligence is not deem-
ed to be high enough.
The Alberta and British Columbia
fruit convention at Calgary adopted
a resolution calling for reduction in
minimum weight of express car -loads.
itt every cup ai 4
-something intangible but truly entrancing Bich
blending of the finest 'hill -grown' teas and scrupulo
cleanliness in preparation is the secret. This flavo
constitutes the individuality of SAL,ADA. and w
never change, no matter how costs may rise. \ B
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Poultry Alphabet.
A utility bird is rarely worth doc-
toring, the axe being an excellent
surgical instrument to apply to sick
for, Is.
Balanced rations .supply maximum
of nourishment with minimum of
waste.
Cull closely, for it does not pay to
board idlers.
Do. not attempt too much to accom-
plish thoroughly.
Every insect left to nature will de-
crease the profiits of the flock.
F -i -1 -t -h' spells failure.
Good stock is the best foundation
but it must be handled with common
seise.
Hens are not magicians; so cannot
maunfacture eggs unless given the
proper materials.
Indolence and poultry -breeding
make a combination which would
bankrupt a wealthy financier. -.
Just a little observation will prove
that the I -know-it-alls never • make
successful poultryenen.
Kindness shown to fowls 'pays in
increased egg -supply. -
Lice multiply rapidly in uncleanly
surroundings.
May chicks pushed to maturity,
make fall layers to fill in the time
when earlier hatched birds are rest-
ing.
No mixed flocks, can give the satis-
faction of a single breed.
One's favorite breed is usually the
best with which to"win success.
Pullets should be separated from
cockerels as soon as sex can be dis-
tinguished.
Quickly kill the chicks which are
dwarfed or crippled when hatched.
Rush ' young birds towards matur-
ity if you wish large profits..
Select breeders early and dispose of
all other male birds.
Try to waste no feed, either by
over feeding, careless methods, or
one-sided diet.
Unless you give your flock regular
care, they do not 'pay to keep.
Very few poultrymen know so
much that they can learn nothing
from the experience of others.
Hens are Profitable. Assets.
'Possibly no farm live stock pays
::tip'
as big a profit for food as c o
Seems strange, but true, t1at
egg will pay for the keep of ;r .:
hens one day."
A hen if 'given a chance to forage
will find a large part of her feed
and during certain seasons of the
year will be able to lay a goodly num-
ber of eggs without any further feed.
This fact has caused the hen in a
great many instances to be neglected
and shift largely for herself. - Of
course when thus disregarded she
cannot be ,expected to be as profit-
able as when given goodcare and
attention.
The refuse . from the kitchen can
bee profitably turned into eggs rather
than given to . some worthless cats
and, dogs. The table scraps are excel-
lent diet for fowls. Care must be
exercised in feeding refuse from the
kitchen or the outcome may be
fatal. If foods where large quanti-
ties of salt were -used in their pre-
paration are given to the fowls they
may gorge themselves onthis salty
food and great loss of fowls may be
encountered. One party who had
salted a quantity of sweet corn found
late in the springy that this corn was
no longer wanted for cooking pur-
poses and thoughtlessly threw it to
the chickens. An excessive amount.
of it was eaten and in a few hours
many of the fowl had died. In much
the game way a farmer lost a fine
bunch of young chickens by feeding
them salted mash potatoes.
Not Seen in Dayti5.me,
A farmer worked his harvest hands
from 4 o'clock in the morning until
9 o'clock at night. A man looking
for work hollered to a hand over in
the big wheat field, asking him if he
could get a job. He was advised to
ask at the house.
"How do I get there?" the appli-
cant asked.
"You ga down this field," said the
haggard laborer, "turn down the road
to the barn, turn to the left and fol-
low the lane."
"What color is the house painted?"
asked. the applicant, doubtfully.
"I don't know," said the harvest
hand. "I ain't never seen it in day-
light yet."
A G EP M
oMIA.0 RJ' UNPrTr6•Woc0
T N S e' WE ST E
In this picture ,the Kaiser aied his brother,. Prince Henry of Prussia, are seen on a visit to the headquarters
of General von Reeringen, who is in conintand opposite Rheims. The three ;sat down to tea and discussed the
plans of campaign.,
boots displaying glimps
stockings. Luxuries have
common, in this rich coon
portunity and waste, that w
er regard them as luxuries
the most ordinary necessities;
The stiff, heavy silks, such
grandmeres wore, are-: coming
from the .buried aisles of the
along with numerous quaint fa
of the 1830s.
In Lyons, France, where the
silks in the world are woven,
heavy grain silk is in the lead
They are careful, over there
the French couturieren shall hay
choice. It is always . a great
about the designs, texture and
of silken fabrics for the comin
son. Winter silks are ready no
the market. The great gown
of Paris get first chance—that
extremely high-class materials
the buyer must have not a hi
anything until August, when I
permitted to make his honorab
lections.
However, a little birdie say4s.
the finest of the Lyons output h
_metallic effect, and the stiff, h
rich brocades and plain silks ar
ing to be. strang again. Stripes
plaids, which will rage this sum
will disappear. Among the expe
fabrics of the next season will
faille silk with velvet design.
Thereenzerreieee
fad: another notefrom th
•ow.s of the past. °. Wome
knitting their. fingers di
and bone last, winter will
to prepare for the soldie
snow -time. So 'the '.
manufacturers of wome
designed the knitting
large pockets for wool
and all the rest.
While linens are us(
popular knitting apron
white plaited organdy,
with turned -over, two -i
If you wish to buy
for :yoursmall delight
baby doll parasol. When o
ruffled skirts of the dellfo
sunshade. The youngsters
ested in fashions, and this
fashion and fun.
The''Fi h Eing. ,
"Good-bye; I 'hope l you won't for
me," the • King of Italy once said t
departing,, American; Most monar
would have taken one's memory of
friendly meeting an a cordial iia
shake for granted but the Rah
ruler, by nature ' h amble, has vee
learned to presume, n the,venerstii
of his fellowmen.His training
a boy was ealculafied to keep
unpretentious, for it was a train
of extraordinary lha dness and sev
ity. • He did not rough it, like so'.
Princes, merely for ^the benefit of
public, and relapsebehind the scei
into the spoilt child and 'pamper
young man. The thing that she
the real worth of the Xing of Italy
the absence of reaction since his.
cession. The Spartan boy when_
grows up and has his own way, oft
makes amends to himself. The Ki
is the rare creative, a Spartan b
who has grown to be•a Spartan ort
The King of Italy, who has tak
his place at the head of his .tori
has never cultivated the .martial
Peet dear to his father. • The ex
gerated moustache and fierce brow
the late King were inherited, or ea
ed, front Victor Emmanuel, and '(1
not indicate` any real military expo
ence aor power,. They served the
purpose, nevertheless, on parade a.'
in procession, The present Xing
-of. another ;type. Always .•rigb
straight, and soldierly in a neat ra
et than a picttiresgiic way, he is qv
one of the smallest of Eueopean r
ers,,.
1).r. Torrie of Alberta University
using his efforts in the province
get law student recruits to fill
depleted ranks of the Princess Pati