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CANADIAN DAIRYING THE AFTERMATH MAKES NEW RECORD OF A SHELL Western Provinces Rapidly In- creasing Their Production of Milk and Butter. ranaila'ii diiirv |iroiluctii yicldcil n\>- Iiruxiumtoly !ii:;5b,0()0,00(l in 191 !». (H this aiiii.iirit, iibotit $tir),()llll,nOO whs re- ftivoil l'<ir I'xportK. By Beatrice Heron-Maxwell lAutlior ot "Tlie Scarlet Terror," etc.) (Concluded from Last Week.) Her hands, pressed downwards, met Thcso tidiircs caKily j »iimethin{- yielding- -sometliing, she eonstitiiti' a reoonl for tlic ("anadiaii | realized with a (piiek IIubU of horror, dairy in.lustry. In lOlO Ihr total valiir | ,,|j^( ^^^ „„f ,,,^^,, f,,,.,^ ,,^ ground, but was .•stiMiat.'d at $l(tii,(i(iiMiOi) and Ih.' eX|.ort« amminted t.. ncarlv ♦•Jl.OOO.nOO. '"""*"' • Alttu.ujih thi/ i.roducfioii nf most ilairv I Krantically, kneeling in the snow, jirodiKfs made a fairly constant injslie swept it away on either side of her (ream- dnriiiK the peritKJ of the war, the idu-nonu'iial record nf 1919 nuist be iittrilmtcd in larj,'i- iiii'a.iiiri' t<> inarkid cenditionn. lu common with other food ])rodii<-t», the prices o. milk, butter and cheese rose rapidly owinK to a world shorfafje. Then, too. the more rapid jrrowth of urban centres as compared with the rural jiopulation has enlarged the h«nie market, without eorrcBpond inc increase in production. further, the shortatic of labor on farms tliroiinh out the war restricted increased pro duction materially, and the compara tively rapid expansion of the condensed and V""'''"''''"} '"'"* "â- "'''â-  ""'•"'â- â€¢'â- 'l ""' cheese industry adversidy. Kaeh of these factors tended to increase prices. Thus, in 1918, the averau'c price paid for cherse by the Hairy Produce Com mission was'2:i cents, f.n.b. steamship, at Montreal. Althoufrli similar statistics arc not available for 191!', it is prob able that the price exceeded 27 cents. IJutter prices also established new re- cords, the average jirice for all grades of creamerv, delivered at Montreal, was TKi'v cents in 1919. While the IToduetion nf cheese probably showed !i sliRht decline, the iiast year can l)e credited with a record production of butter and conilensed anil powdered milk. Western Oanada. especially the rrairio I'roviHces, is rapidly increasing its ].r<>ductinn of mLlk and butter. .\t present, Ontario and tjuebic easily lend the other provinces, but with a more general reali/.ation of the need for con- serving .soil fertility on the prairies dairying will jirogresK iiroiligiously. Modern, cooperative ilairying is less than fifty years old. .Mready it lias plaved an "outstandiiiK part in Kiving siich eountries as Di'iiniark and New Zealand economic iiidipiMidi'iice. Tt has been proved beyond pcraihenture that no other brancii of tannin); surpasses it in maintaiiiing and iuiprovinj; soil fertility. However it would be unrea- ; sonable to expc^ct that prices can long continue at the present high levels. «)ii the (pfher hand, labor cduditicuis .sliould steailily imiirove ami advances will be made in labor saving devices. It seems reasonably certain that dairying is des tined to be an increasingly large eco noniic faotor in the future of '"nnada. -A. DONNELL. and disclosed a man, lyini; as if asleep, with his heail pillowed on one arm, the sleeve protecting his face from the pressure of tin- snow, which had cov- ered him like a mantle. "Olive!" His name rang out through the stillness, a cry of agony wrung from her as she stooped and laid her face to his, the marble cold of it striking the chill of death to her inmost heart. Purple sIukIows wire round his hol- low eyes and pallid lips, and the ex- pression of his face was that of grief and fasting and illimitable sorrow. She lifted his head from its resting- place of snow and, opening the flasi', tried to pour sonio brandy through the stiff fixed mouth. Hut trickled away as from the li|is of a dead man, and no dicker of life shewed in the eyelids nor in the immovable livid features. iStill she would not abandon hope HOME SWEET HOME LAND SAKE, OAOW 15 Mowe ALReAOY. 'DOWAL'O- t DIDN'T tCHOW It WAV SO LA-f«.' ^H THwi fMB ; Dorley says you saved I raa it slip again him." Clivo tried to turn from her. away," he muttered. "Ran away!" said Uoijley. "1 should think you did! Kan away with me over your shoulder and the blood streaming down both our faces and the sliots sputtering round us like hail. Ban till you dropped, which was just only she knew that if life was to i,,! "'si'le our own lines, and they dragged USE SOAP TO STOP GASOLINE PIPE LEAK Comparatively fiew owner.s aud Urivere of motor cars are aware of the value of soap for sealing leaky joints In. the gasoline system. Very frequently gasoline oozes out around the filler <ap, especially when the tank is nearly full. Such a leak is objectionable becausx' the gasoline spreads over the outsije of the tank which nowadays is usually carried at the rear of the car. collects <luet and impairs the finish. A coating of or- dinaiy soap on the gasket and threads will pre\^>nt leakage, even when the lank is full. When joints in the fuel line and around the curhuretof in particular develop small leaks, a (oating of soap will usually prove efficactous. Cecil H. de MllVe is very reticent about his next picture. Rumor isayis that it will be a Christian Science story. Conrad Nagle will be made a «tar by the Mayflower corporation in a lilin version of Robert W. Chambers' "Alhalie." PLANNING THE SUMMER lEQCLSARLL Summer frocka are interesting the women who plan well ahead that their clothes may be ready when warm days In all of their abruptness descend. This ad- vanced spring model Is In the ever-popular figured' voile, thQ (bort waist and long lines to the over-fiklrt being the feature. That big leghorn hat with Its stream- ers in dainty pink Iv cooUnf In VdU* •• wejl a* looks. restored, it must be with every aid of skill and that she was powerless alone uikI on this frozen hill-top. >She took olT her coat and wrapped it round his head and slioulders, then ran to the edge and scanned the descent to the valley, in the fugitive hope that some huniau being might bu abroad and able to an lor assistance. Nothing but the unbroken whiteness met her gaze, except where blue smoke curled upwards from some chimney, or sheep and cattle in their pens, hud- dled together for warmth. Then, with a leap of hor pulses she descried a figure that moved along the road from the village to the Manor; and, waving to it frantically, she praye<l, "Oh, tJod! make him see â€" make him look up. Cod help me now to save my Clive! ' ' The figure halted, moved on again, halted once more, and struck off the road to the hill side, leaping upwards so quickly that she wondered at his agility. Once he stopped, looked to see if she was still there and, waving again, scrambled on, vvaiHt-dee]) some- times in snow, but coming nearer with a rapidity that seemed amazing. .She went back to ('live and tried again to get some brandy betweea his lips, laying her own warm face to his anil winding her arms round him in the vain endeavour to infuse some of her own vitality into his lifeless form. Then back to the edge of the steep once more, and now the climber was near enough to be plainly discernible. Her heart stood still for one awful instant, as she recognized the uniform and knew that this khaki-rlad man was in the Midlanders â€" Clive 's regiment. What if the mistake about the 1). S. O. had been discovered, and this orderly had been sent to <!liv(^ to tell him that he must give it back and acknowledge his cowardice to the world? Did such things ever happen t she wondered, and had cruel destiny, un- tiring in its persecution of her, made her the instrument of deliveringup Clivo â€" or at least <!live's memory- to the scorn of everyonel Hhe tried to call out to the soldier, to ask him who he was and why he had come to those parts, but her voice had gone, and no sound would come except in a husky whisper that he could not hear. Hhi- went back to Clive and knelt beside him, too anguished even to pray, waiting for what might come, her miu I confused and almost benumbed. The next thing she was conscious of was the soldier's approach, and n cry of amazement that was both joyful and alarmed as he caught sight of the re- cumbent form, and the face resting in deadly stillness on Delvine's arm. "Why! it's Lieutenant Uansomc!" he said. "My Ood! what's come to him? Don't tell ine he's dead, Miss â€" when I've come So far to seek him." Delvine, with shaking hands, held nut till' llask of brandy, and signed to him to help her. "(live him to me," said the man, throwing himself on his knees. "I .saved a man who was drowned once â€" 1 know what to do." lie s|)read the cloak nut on the hard snow and laid lUive gently down Hat, then, extending himself at full length on the top of him, began the process nf urtifieial respiration. He was a strong young man, with a scar on his foreliad and down one cheek, that told of a ghastly wound not very long healed, lie worked un- tiringly as though the strength and will of ten were within him, and when at last a faint sobbing breath an- swered his own from the lips beneath him, his eyes tlashed suih a message of rapture that Delvine burst into sil- ent teaâ„¢ and, turning away, i\nt not look again for a miuneiit or two. When she did, she heard a long deep sigh tremble through (llive'g parted lips, and saw his eyes slowly open and stare upwards. â- 'The Husk, Miss -quick! " gasped the soldier. "Hold it to his mouth, but only let a drop come at a time moisten his lips with it; that's best!" Kive minutes more and Clive stirred anil, putting his hand to his head, rais- ed himself on one arm, and looked at the Miillnnder, who lay, exhausted now, by his side. "Why, Dorley," he said in a hoarse whisper. ' ' Yes, sir â€" Dorley as you saved out of that hell fire at W3rpers â€" come to thank you, sir, as soon as I got across this side." ('live closed his eyes, the deadly look returning to his face. Delvine flung herself on her knees beside him, hold- ing the flask to his lips. "Clive," she said, "he has saved your life- -Dorley has -oh, don't let ADVICE TO GIRLS By Rosalind Regimtcred According to the Copy right Act BOOK REVIEWS BY ELINOR MURRAY. us into the trenches! Why! that's what they gave you the D.S.O. for, sir. ' ' Clive lifted himself again, a great light of illumination struggling with disbelief in his face. "It wasn't me, Dorley," he stam- mered: "there was a mistake, and I swer her^Tignal ' «"• "'"'Vf,'' ^''â- """' '" '•««'«'â- ''• ' "-"'^ a coward. Dorley leapt to his feet. "If you say the word again, sir, I'll shoot my- self. Do you think I could mistake the man who picked me up when i was down, and carried me right across that murderous blaze f I was coming to thank you, sir, never had the chance before â€" and if 1 'd found you dead and gone I'd have broken my heart over it. It's that damned shell that took you out of your right head, like many others.' ' The incredulity in Clive 's face slowly dispersed and his eyes turned to Del- vine. "My little girl!" he said. Then Dorley put his arms round him. "I'll hoist you over my shoulder, same as you did to me, and carry you down! " he said. But Clive protested. "Help me up!" he said, and strove to stand upon his feet, which, however, refused to sup I)ort him. "We must get him out of this and warmed and fed," said Dorley. "Here, Miss, help me along with him." They managed together to get him slung over Dorley 's shoulder, aud began the toilsome descent. Half way down, two horsemen spied them and came to their assistance, and in another hour Clive was safely at the Manor, lying on a couch before the parlour (ire, in warm clothing, with steaming soup and wine before him, while Delvine, utter- ly spent and in the grip of fever, was upstairs, lighting her own battle for life, and no longer cognisant of either joy or sorrow. Dorley, a double-distilled hero, was in the kitchen surrouiuied by the maids, j jj,^ "J telling over again the heroism nf his idol. Lieutenant Uausnme, ami revel ling in the Christmas fare that was lavishly provided for the man who had "won through," and had come just in the nick of time to pay his debt of gratitude in full. It was on New Year's Kve that Delvine came out of the valley of the shadow into light. "When can I see Clive f" had been her constant question, after she had turned the corner ot her illness, and the invariable answer had been, "When you are strong enough." Dear Rosalind: I am a bashful fellow, aud 1 am in love with a girl, whom 1 wish to | "f thousands of readers, marry. But I am not sure of the J have been able to pnrtra The Black Drop, by Alice Brown. Pub- lished by the Maeniillans in Canada. It is as the novelist of New Kngland that Alice Brown has won the hearts Few writers .' with such I READ NEWSPAPERS, AND READ 1 , THEM CAREFULIiY. I A knowledge of the history and the literature of the past is necessary. You ciught t» know Hhakspeare and the great novelists. But the history of the past is only valiiabli) for its bearing on the present. .\nd only the authors who wrote truths that still live are worth reading. You live not in the j)ast, but in the present. Unless you know what is go- ing on in the world to-day you will be (.f little use. The modern newspaper has the means of searching the world for its important happenings. It brings to you everyday the story of history in the making. It tola you in detail of the great war, and is now telling you many things about that great struggle, its causes aud conseipiences, which were not to be found nut in the days when it was rag- ing. Read the newspapers carefully, page by Jjage. They are written and edited for you. Every item is selected by a trained man because it has an interest for you. It tells in daily chapters of human progress, of science, invention, state- craft, government. The student of the newspapers is an educated man before he has studied them long, for they are a printed uni- versity, and have far broader and more comprehensive courses than any college can possibly have. Xo man, however wealthy, could af- ford to secure for himself the informa- tion that the newspaper daily places be- fore his eyes. Business men depend on the news- papers. They are more of a business necessity than the telegraph or the tele- phone. They are also a necessity to you, whoever you may be. But unless you read them through, and know what is in them, you get only half the value out .of them that you would otherwise gain. â€" Loudon (Eng.) Express. , ,, , , ,. , Nviuputliy and understanding the sturdv vou please tell me what you think . .»,,.». â„¢, . would be the proper way, aud also the | >"'"'^'''' ^°"' "^ America. This story words I should .say in telling her, and ''Oncerns the Tracy family. And the if she accepts same, what should she | Tracv familv, living delightfully at sayf BASHFUL LOVER. ; cimsslands, their Dear Bashful Lover: O, Bashful Lover, do you want me estate on to do your proposing for you? If you don 't watch out some braver man will carry the girl off, while you are try- ing to think what to say. ROSALIND. Dear Rosalind: I was greatly interested in a letter in your column signed ''An Unpopular Maiden.'' 1 think the parents of boys and girls are responsible to a great extent for the conditions whieii she mentions in her letter. 1 know there are some [leopie who will consider my letter rather callous aud disrespectful in regard to my parents. However, when I remember the way I was go- ing because of their ignorance or in- difference and general narrow-minded methods, I think I am justitied in writing so plainly. i hud no home attractious or ad- vice, but was fortunate in seeing some good photoplays and in reading some good books. Later 1 was lucky to meet a girl whose parents bad evidently re- alized their responsibility, as she was very different in comparison to other girls of her age. Her parents no doubt took care that she should have the right ideals in regard to boys, girls and the world in general. With better educat.^u, more thought- ful and broad-minded parents and few- er self-sufficient hypocrites I think there would be u better undcrstaudiug between ' ' Everyman 's Sister ' ' aud every girl'.s brother, aud a great deal less of the conditions of which "An Unpopular Maiden" wrote. 1 hope you will publish this letter for enelit of all concerned aud the parents in particular. EXl'ERIKNCE. Dear Experience: I will gladly publish your letter in the hope that it may help somebody. Perhaps it will help the little girl whose letter follows: ROSALIND. Dear Rosalind: 1 have read your good advice, and think that you are very clever, and if I am not taking up too much of your time, I would like you to answer this Now, at last, the rei.lv was, "To-dav q"«i'*i'"»- . , , . f you like!" And Cliv'e was sent for. , ^ *°' ".yo""« e"h a°d ""te to a boy who IS away now, but 1 expect he will be coming home soon. Now The adoring love in his face shewed her that he was here again in heart and soul, as on that summer day, and as she put her arms round his neck, be whispered, "My angel! can 1 ever repay you for what yon did for me," Can I ever make u]) to you for all you have suffered <" "It is all past and forgotten, be loved," she whispered back. "We shall be so hapi)v, Clive â€" together!" THE END. OIL IS INJURIOUS TO TIRES OF AUTO To preserve solid truck tires do not ;ipply till' brakes suddenly and harsh- ly, nor make wudderi slops Oil must never be allowed to get on the tires, .1' oil is the greatest enemy (hat rub- ber has. If the truck is to stand idle for a c'onsiderabK- jH'rlod it should be raised off (he floor on jacks. Be considerate of pedestrians, e.spc- cially about .splattering mud. ,See that there is oil in the engine an<l water in the radiator. Of course, this is more than a weekly rite. It is a first essential to caring for a car. One point neglected on the steering assembly may mean a worn part and a wreck by the roadside as a result. NEW BILL TO CONTROL HEADLXOHTB ON AUTOS. The death knell of the glaring auto mobile headlight is sminded in legisla- tion introduced in the legislature by Hon. K. C. Biggs, minister of public works and highways. The bill gives the department authority to approve certain kinds of headlights, and de- clares all others contrary to law. Quinine in India. One-sixth of the world's supply of quinine is consumed in India. inherited the Massachusetts coast before the war, were not .-it all the same Trneys who were acted on i)y the catastrophe of l!H4 and the ensuing years. Morris Tracy, the father of the family wrote Intellectual novels much resjiected by brainy people; but he rierived his ani- ple JMeiime by compiling textbooks. At times be was bitterly di.sappninted that he had not niaile '•i more brilliant show- ing in the literary wnrlii, but with the advancing years the bitterness cyme less frequently. His best work, "The I'nlitician," wnuld never be read by the public, since it was the storv of Charles, his son. "lie had a black drop in his blood: Cmd knows where he got it!" That is what tirandsir said about Charles. (iraudsir was Nnrris' father, a ki ly intelligent and lovable man, confineci to one room, where be waited in proud inimobilitv tlie eiiiuing nf his enemy, death. The fni-erumier was already at his muscles, stiffering them with lieastly pains. In Octnber, li)H;, the falnily mnved "p to Boston, partly because thev might do more eflective war work there and party becausi- Charles wished it. It was Charles' suggestion that they shniild do sn, ami Charles always got what he wanted. Norris often wondered if Charles were not of the type of obstinate bully who needed only oppor- tunity to do strange deeds to the lives nf men. Charles was always i)reparing the way tn further his own ends, aud he could talk. More than that, so clever was he that he could influence others to talk for him. When he met the family after they were settled in the Boston house he had rented for them, he was evidently very prosperous financially and in the way of big things politically, but he was very ill at ease. The reason finally coming nut: Helen had left him. The family were amazed, for they loved Helen dearly and knew her to be a really wonderful person. In fact, they often wondered how she came to fall in love with Charles. Charles thought his mother might make his wife return tn him, but Kmily Tracy was too typic- ally of New England to ever obtrude her ideas upon another person. Besides she wasn't sure of Charles. It was .Tohn, the younger son, who enlightened them about Charles. John was a writer and he and his three talented friends, the Lame Ducks, are particularly worth knowing. These four young men, each incapacitated in some way for active service in France, dill everything their fiery pens could do to wake the t'nited States to a sense of her duty. It was these four who were able to prove that Charles was a traitor, an agent paid by Germany to keep his country out of the war while he worked destruction within her gates. That was why Helen left him unit made lier luune with her splendid young sister, .Jessie. The story t« worked out with skill and power. The characters are finely drawn and their particular traits as well as their rela- tions tn each other arc details to which Miss Brnwn devotes lier keen insight, her ability to analyze mental states and present to her reader subtle com- plexities of thought and motive. Prev- ious stories have shown Alice Brown to be a writer of charm and originality; The Black Drop proves that she can create aud develnj) a story of absorb- ing interest and dramatic force. BOOK NOTES. Mrs. Honore Willsie, known for the past few years as editor of the De- lineator and known also as author of four strong American novels, of which "The Forbidden Trail" is the most recent, has retired from active editorial work to devote herself entirely to her wiitmg. A. new war book by Philip Gibbs will be published this month. In the series of books about the war which Mr. Gibbs has already published he has presented a history of those de- velopments which he himself saw, but his forthcoming volume will be an at- tempt to bring out the permanent val- ues, the matters of unforgettable sig- nificance, and show th^m in their rela- tion to the bewildering world pano- rama of the last few years. Syd. Chaplin's first comedy for Paramount is entitled "One Hundred Million." It isn't at all like Charlie's travesties, but is a five reel feature. before he went away, he was very friendly with me, and seemed to be with me a lot, and of course he asked me to write to him, and I told hiiu 1 would. Now Rosalind, I am only a young girl, and do not take him other than a friend, and although I think he thinks u lot of me, never puts any foolish things in his letters. One day when one came, mother told me that she didn't want me to be thinking anything of him, and I answered, ''I don't, any more than a friend." Now, Rosalind, I am just sixteen and at tend business, and there are quite a lot of other boys, any of whom would pay me attention, if 1 would let them, but 1 don't, for mother does not like me going out with any boys at all, and 1 know that when the one conies home she won 't let me go with him, and the only friends 1 have is my sister, for all the girls I used to go tn school with have boy and girl friends, which they can have to their homes. 0( course, mother and father treat me very good outside of this one sutijeet, but what girl wants to be in the house all the time, as I am when I don't go out with my sisters or mother. I won der if you could just put in a line in your reply that mother will notice, us I know she alwavs reads your column. BLUEBKLL. Dear Bluebell: So many girls have the same trouble us you have. And the only thing to do is to talk it out with mother. Let her know that she will meet every friend you have, whether girl or boy, and that you will never go any place or be with any one that she does not approve of. Let her understand that your boy friends are just the same to you as girls, jolly companions and good ehums; and that when they come to the house to see you it is better to have a bunch of them to play games or sing songs or perhaps read togeth- er and plan concerts and debates than to have you meeting on the street or sneaking to a friend's house to do so. Good luck. Bluebell. ROSALIND. R icK man, poor man, beggar man, thief, Which are you going to marry? Doctor, lawyer, merchant, chief, Or « man from Tipperary? %d • ikfe qita tod • poor nwa. Uft *kle down, on bottom of jlrl's dreu; toplidedOMi,! bov's blouse. â- ^ t - â-  :i