won It millions of users. 2 grocers. Bay 4 oa package today. 'Sold SELLING OLD ROOSTERS. If you have a steam pressure cooker: try using the old roosters at home, About an hour at fifteen pounds pres- sure will make an old rooster, in our cooker, become about as tender as a springer. The meat drops from the bones and is fine for chicken pies and pressed chicken. When you sell old roosters to private customers without steam pressure cookers they may half cook the birds and claim' they were tough, which is the case. A few meals of tough chicken sicken them of poul- try and soon the beef steak market is benefitting while the poultry market - loses a customer. Unless old male birds are unusual breeding value I think it is best to kill them, as this reduces the summer and] fall feed bill. Of course they must be replaced by cockerels, which also take . feed, but I find that well developed scockerels are more apt to produce a larger per cent. of fertile eggs than older male birds. When selling old cock birds to city dealers I find they do not often like them at any price but will buy them at the rate of about 2 males to 20 hens. Some dealers will buy them all at the same price per pound and then deduct one pound for each cock bird in the ¢rate. This saves using a separate crate for the male! birds and saves some time in weighing in the consignment at the market. It often pays to trade with the deal- ers to whom you wish to sell poultry, meat.. After buying a pound of sir-| loin and half a dozen pork chops, the dealer smiles and asks if there is any- thing else. Then you say, "Yes, sir. Would you be able to use four old roosters and forty hens next Thursday morning? They are fine plump birds and we will deliver them at the back door at exactly the hour your man wafits to dress them." This often re- sults in obtaining an order slip to bring the birds and fair payment. Some dealers seem to like to keep a farmer standing on one foot while ~~ they visit with salesmen; kid the clerks and do almost anything but write out a cheque. This can also be avoided by buying a few necessities of them after they have bought of you. Have them ' take the pay from your cheque and it may speed up the whole transaction. And then such dealers soon find out 'Ha producer 1s is anxious to give them goods and be friendly and oon they become more friendly which adds satisfaction to the job.--K. PESTS. A farm woman needs to know a lot Bick on the farmer's wife--witness nursery rhyme to that effect. How- ever, she needn't bother to cut off their with a butcher knife, If mint "leaves are spread wherever mice are #0 be found, the pests will leave for good. They have a distinct aversion to the smell. Essence of mint will answer the purpose if leaves are not to be procured. © There are hundreds of methods for g rid of flies. I have two favor- When the season makes it possible, I distribute sweet clover about the rooms and the flies keep out. Again it Is the odor that is distasteful. the with the | affair, checking off each one ts, ae it impossible fowthat one to have' been guilty, and then, when but one remained umiuvestightod, ptly ae- cused that one without ring to investigate a In other words, her process worked in exactly the op-. posite direction from that of the law; If, however, the flies have got into the house, the best method is exterm- ination. For years I have concocted an unfailing fly poison that is abso- lutely harmless to humans: One tea- spoonful of black pepper, two tea- spoonfuls of sugar and four table- go spoonfuls of cream. Mix in a flat dish abundant. Mosquitoes cannot be killed readily but they can be driven away. Penny- royal is effective. So is spirits of lavender. For cockroaches there is nothing better than powdered borax. If you have a rug that is infested with moths, spread a damp cloth on the rug and iron it dry with a hot ron. The steam acts as an effective } destroyer. A few drops of carbolic acid in the & suds used to wash out closets is a good moth preventive, THE PATH TO MARY'S. It was six months since Mary Col- ling had died. She had been a quiet woman and was never in the forefront of anything; but after she had gone people were amazed to find how closely [ she had been interwoven with all the village life. She had not indeed been in the forefront, but she had been at the warm, beating heart of it all. Even now, after half a year, no 'event hap- pened in the village that some one did not say wistfully, "It seems as if Mary Collins might come in any minute!" Martha Brooks, who had been spend- ing the 'afternoon with Mrs, Thayer, had been talking of Mary for some closest neighbor. Presently a silence fell between the two women, a tender silence full of memories, Martha Brooks broke it. She had been looking absently out the window, and suddenly something caught her attention. "Why, you've moved your dahlia bed!" she exclaimed. Mrs. Thayer smiled. "I was waiting for you to notice that," she said. "Look| along the path,~-no, 'the other way,-- the path to Mary's." Mrs. Brooks turned. The path to Mary's led along the fence and then through an orchard; and all the way to the orchard the dahlias stood glow- ing and splendid in the September sun. "Why,--what,--" Mrs. Brooks gasped. "It 'was Betty's idea. She had been, learning in school about the Lincoln, Highway, and she Proposed making a memorial path over to Mary's with my dahlias and hers." "Hut it isn't nearly so good a place for them, is it?" Mrs. Brooks asked. Mrs. Thayer caught her breath, "As Mary!" she cried. She was silent for a while; then, "I, think of this so often, Martha. Betty, isn't going to stay at home always. She will go away to college and then to her, own place in life. And it may be in a city,~most of our girls do go to cities these days,--and neighbors are not so common in cities. I want Bet- ty's little path of remembrance to something sho never can forget. She' i has every one of the dahlias named {for some lovely 'gift or service. That long line of scarlet ones is for the' weeks when she had scarlet fever 3 and Mary came over every night to relieve' me; the variegated one is for the bits of silk and ribbons Mary' used to | for Betty's dolls--and 80 'on. Some o them would sound funny to you or me,' but my little girl never. will' forget what it means to be a neighbor." "It's a queer motion, but I guess I like it," Mrs. Brooks replied. if one could think of that when it was' He she considered every man guilt unt he he was proved innocent, and last as I often laughingly told her,' "guilty whether he was proved inno- cent or not." Nonsense, she used to reply. "We have, say, on iy ten persons who, con- selvably, could have committed a cer- n breach of the law, One by one, or "and that nine of thém could not and set wherever the flies are most have committed it. Obviously; re cover Pardoe case. | tenth ome must have committed i so where's the use of investigating him at all? There are some cases so deli- cate that you have to put yourself in the place of the murderer and work forward. There are others so SAYEIEE (lous that you Lave to sturt with the | personality of the victim and work ackward. In both sorts of cases, you'll have, of course, to get at the motive before you can start mo ving | But in the ordinary vough-and tanh & case, what's the use of hering about why a crime was hori The real question is, who did it? And if you've any curiosity left after dis- covering that, you'll get at the whys and the whercfores easily enough. Any other method only befogs your Nision and impedes your action. The mi obscure the motive, the less you Lod to look for itl" Although she demonstrated the value of this practical advice in at least a score of cases with which I, too, was conected in a more or les§ pro- fessional capacity, its bold contradic- tiorf of all the methods advanced by the mere writers upen such subjects--| its flat denial of all the systems pro- pagated by the plausible detectives of fiction--was, to my mind, never so conclusive as during the month of July, 1904. { ig refer to the curious affair at Mount Hébron, N.J.--the murder o Emerson Pardoe. I was at that time employed upon | time; Mts. Thayer had beer. Mary's the Philadelphia Globe Express--the shouting, had with two of his men from the New same paper, in fact, for which I been working when Miss Baird ren-| | dered me such valuable aid in the affair of Mail-Pouch No. 27--and had been three days in my native town in Pennsylvania, enjoying the start of a the crime. Stripped to fa. to its parest de-! tails, the affair, as reported ppanane. For too-competent man was as foll | Emerson Pardoe was a man of wealth, a bachelor, aged about forty, and living, at the time of his dea and for all his life Preceding it, in the. old Pardoe house just outside the lim- its of Mount Hebron, one of the pleas- ant New Jersey suburbs of New York. 'With him dwelt only his younger bro-' ther, George, aged thirty, and three servants--one woman, wi who acted also as a sort of housekeeper; another who was both cook and maid, and a man I who combined the duties of butler with those of coachman, he elder Pardoe had never engaged in active business, having, it seemed, been content to nd the interest of the fortune he | had inherited in a quiet life to the pleasures of good books and bet- To ter pictures, whereas George, being of a more energetic disposition, was de-' votedly interested in a cotapany. Jor "the mauufactore of glassware at New- I ark, h he had founded sel, and whither he went every day, | On the wet and stormy evening of the 6th of July the household went about its accustomed way, though the maid was spending the night with a i sister in East Orange. -The butler-' coachman retired to his quarters, at- tached to the stable in the rear of the house, at 10 o'clock. The housekeeper repaired to her room on the fourth floor an hour later. George, as was his custom, had. turned in at 10.80, his begroom being in the rear extens' wien on the sesoud for at, the snd of a Jong hall from the frst landing of he main Fath one of the rd had last seen Pardoe at the the house reading, as he f) { paperman's as she encountered a Yact hate he whose room fatal night. 80. obscure tectives in for, and the dee. tho o The m was mi! me to stand; ie. 1 'winds at once and wired the office: Fealy, oe x paeats Philadelphia. Can Jeave in minutes . reach Mount ; minutes--which devoted to the pac of my suitcase I received one of those answers so eloquent of the newspaperman's dis- regard for length when the company pays the tolls: Samuel Burton, 113 Setond! St., Columbia, Pa. Your (Sood frien friend Ledyard was: sent out on doe case last night, And seems to me to have scored heavily with his story in tosday's paper. How- ever, he's just sent word that theyll robably pinch tha. groman, so there'll the sympathy y gain e to play, and ak that's not 's long suit, you can go and help him out if you want te, Fealy. \ So Ledyard was on the scent. What uc That settled me. In ten minutes I had put my needed vacation behind me, and by evenifig I was Jaudiog before the Pardoe House just outsic the little town of Mount Hebron, "Hello, Sam!" It was Led ad = elf who greeted me, Soing 1 from 'amo! a group of oth . parlors from New York and Philadelphia, who were lounging under the trees before the Pa 'drivewa And after twen gate of the lon "What news I 'asked--the news- y the world over. "Why, it's about all over but the Hallam, has come over York force, and they're | inch the housekeeper." The only ing Bu | Worrying me 8 'whether 1 can get pte Ito do it in time for us, instead of hold- ing over till to-morrow morning and unusual gorely needed vacation, when 1 picked giving the evening pa t men the first Ada,' yp my paper one morning and read of chance at the news. e're asking em to act at once go as to give us a show, for, so far, its been an evening paper all along, " ut have they got the evidence to arrest Miss Packer?" "Sure. It's a cinch. Id tell you, only I've promised Hallam not to say a word before I write my stuff. Oh, Tou Reedn® t worry; I've got the 'whole stuff." Ledyard generally thought he had the "whole Stay and] he titude > "Fun along and play, e wou, not ordinarily have ! pothered me. but in this case it really did seem that I was an eleventh-hour man without the ghost of a show at the eleventh-hour "man" Sroverbial reward. "However, reso.ved to work right ahead on my own Sook, and so I said: <p Well, | Jue about 'the thing r me to is to run up take a look at the dramatis Jeronns" Da Th or a oan oubting a who stood before the door on the big verandah that I was newspaper man, and rang the bell. (To be (To be continued) The First En Envelopes. The. first envelopes of which there 4s any knowledge /inclosed a letter sent 226 years ago by Sir William Turnbull to Sir James Ogilvie. Tio epistle dealt with Baghish, affairs of state, and, with its cove , 18 carc- fully preserved-in the B At that period, was the general custom to fo and seal them with wafers of wax. Barly in the Jat 'century envelopes y did, beside » shudencs ap on od ! Spartan wR | es upright in undisturbed | at Los Angeles, have been dis | to the last Ice Age, 126,000 Ba gre ire a bona-fide! ) Tnfl Five en varie 'humsn 8 wi vered. Scientists believe the skeletons date At a recent meeting of Brith Astronomical Association, some photo- graphs of the moon in natural colors: were shown. The 'general tint of the lunar surface les wi stone, concrete, or 'dried mud. These photographs promise to in our iaowiéage of the nature of the hua 'tons of bon tloxide, in place of ce, reach Montreal from Nova Scotia after a three-days' train journey as fresk-as| when taken from the water. fp di Solitude. Have you breathed the faith of fir trees, by the lure of campfire Nght? Watched the wisttul shadows creeping towards the restful lap of night? Have you sent 'your thoughts a-hom- ing to the source 'of space and time? Felt the pulse of soul communion full and firm with the divine? Sensed the wonders of creation? Crip- ped 'the purpose of the whole? Then you know the mystic swéetness that comes stealing o'er the soul, As on balsam boughs spread thickly on the mossy mountain god One with questioning eyes looks up- ward to the'very heart of God. --M. D. Geddes. pring A SERVING HINT. We all know the difficulties we have in eating head lettuce' when we are not provided with a salad fork. One place where I was visiting the slices | were cut from the head of lettuce and these slices in turn were cut in small squares after they were on the salad s| plate. This left the slices fitact but made it much easier to eat the lettuce. Maller ei The soul of the self-centred man willalways travel in a small circle, walked steps in the immense salon, filled ry | tapestries, mirrors und armor, to The oii doors which had open closed behind him.. They 'were 'His first words were commonplace (and formal. Bowing to her he mur. "I wish to pay my respects to your " | majesty before returning." 7 CANADA FOUNDRIES a FORGINGS LIMITED JAMES SMART PLANT . BROCKVILLE ONT... Lincoin's Rule. T am not hound to win, but I am bound to be true, J am not boiind to Succeed, but I am bound to lve Up to what light T have." I must stand with anybody . that ¥ stands " Hight, --Abraham Lincoln. 1 , youthfal shin is admired by everyone OU rust frequently purify your 'skin, antisep-. tically, to make and keep it healthy, to bring to it a glowing 'beauty. _ Thousands of men and women have realized this, which i "is why ifehuoy Health Soap has become the most used toilet soap in the world. widely Lifebuoy is a Zctentife skin purifier a 10 real health soap. Yet soap. ade a ets ne hearticiel | said. '| Jesty the King!" 'He straighténed up. { "You have been crying!" he sald. She wiped her eyes with her lace handkerchief and began to talk ex: citedly, as it she were ashamed of Ta ing been tiken by surprise. "Pardon me. Did you see it? Dur ing thede three days I did mot falter once. 1 smiled and saluted, sitting | beside 'you In the royal 'carriage, my heart breaking under the diamond in: signia of your order. Flags, meclama: tons, speeches by mayors aud alder men at every pause in the procession, military paradés--the reception wes perfectly orthodox and we were not left 'alone five minutes. To-day I.am nothing but a poor woman and you are only a man, and we suffer as do. all those 'who carry sn' their souls "the memory of an impossible love. Tell me, was it 'not beautiful--our Tove, 'against which the whole diplomatic corps was drawn up in battle ar The King had not let 0 the Queens hand, "Yes, that warfare was odious," he "1 often recall the evening when my uncle made me understand with out circumlocutions that, as archduke in succession to. the throne, 1 could not aspire to your hand. "It was in theTold palace where T spent my childhood--in the big hail where, gince my early bozlicod. | ho! always ined, with a dackey eid me and a single silver candles con the table. "Suddenly they anntrcol, Tais Mar A till; royal phan- tom, with his white heard and his long, dried hands cn the black cloth of his {unlc, m; uncle spcke and T cond only liEten in despair. As he talked I saw year dear 'stihovette gradually fading out. Europe frowned on our love. Your. voice called to me 'weakly; then | was silenced. Beker on talking. He exacted a promise, and' The bugles. sounded. again in the pal: en are withdrew the hand' Ww ho 'Salvator md