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' , ' > ; V ' : : v^,:- zmwk-: k%* Ai\i\a MtoGm lustrations & C. D l̂ hocles COPYRIGHT 1914- J» DODD,A\EAD <3£ COMPANY SYNOPSIS- A curious crowd of neighbors Invade the mysterious home of Judge Ostrander, county Judge and eccentric recluse, fol­ lowing a veiled woman who has gained entrance through the gates of the high double barriers surrounding the place. The woman has disappeared but the Judge Is found in a cataleptic state. The Judge awakes. Miss Weeks explains to him what has occurred during his seisure. He 'tecretly discovers the whereabouts of the Veiled woman. tJne proves to be the wid» cw of a man tried before the judge and electrocuted for murder years before. Her daughter is engaged to the judge's son, from whom he is estranged, but the mur­ der Is between the lovers. She p!ans to .tlear her husband's memory and asks the Judge's aid. Alone in her room Deborah Bcovilie reads the hewspaper clippings telling the story of the murder of Alger­ non Etheridge by John Scoville in Dark Hollow, twelve years before. The Judge and Mrs. Scoville meet at Spencer's Folly and she shows him how, on the day of the uurder, she saw the shadow of a man, wnittling a stick and wearing a long peaked cap. The judge engages her and her daughter Reuther to live with him in his mysterious home. Deborah and her lawyer, Black, go to the police station and see the stick used to murder Etheridge. Che discovers a broken knife-blade point embedded in It. Deborah and Reuther go to live with the Judge. CHAPTER VIII--Continued. Already had she stepped several times to her daughter's room and looked in, only to meet Reuther's un­ quiet eye lurned toward hers In silent Inquiry. Was her own uneasiness in­ fectious? Was the child determined to share her vigil? She would wait a little longer this time and Bee. Their rooms were over the parlor, and thus as far removed as possible from the judge's den. In her own, which was front, she felt at perfect ease, and it was without any fear of disturbing either him or Reuther that she finally raised her window and al­ lowed the cool wind to soothe her heated cheeks. The moon emerged from scurrying clouds as she quietly watched the scene. Perched, as she was, In a window overlooking the lane, she had but to lift her eyes from the double fence (that symbol of sad seclusion) to light on the trees rising above that unspeak­ able ravine, black with memories she felt strangely like forgetting tonight. Beyond . . . how it stood out on tho bluff! it had never seemed to stand out more threateningly! . . . the bifurcated mass of dismal ruin from which men had turned their eyes these many years now! But the moon loved it; caressed it; dallied with it, lighting up its toppling chimney and empty, staring gable. Spencer's Folly! Well, it had been that, and Spencer's den of dissipation, too! There were great tales--but it was not of these she was thinking, but of the night of storm--(of the greatest etorm of which any record remained In Shelby) when the wind tore down branches and toppled down chimneys; when cattle were smitten in the field and men on the highway; and the bluff towering overhead, flared into ^Barne, and the house which was its glory was smitten apart by the de­ scending bolt as by a Titan sword, and blazed like a beacon to the sky. This was long before she herself had come to Shelby; but she had been told the story so often that It wae quite vivid to her. The family had been gone for months, and so no pity mingled with the excitement. Not till the following day did the awful nature of the event break in its full horror upon the town. Among the ruins, in a closet which the flames had spared, they found hunched up in one corner the body of a man, in whose seared throat a wound appeared which had not been made by lightning or fire. Spencer! Spencer himself, returned, they knew not how, to die of this self- inflicted wound, in the dark corner of his grand but neglected dwelling. But as she continued to survey it the clouds came trooping up once more, and the vision was wiped out, and with it all memories save those of a nearer trouble--a more pressing ne­ cessity. Withdrawing from the window, she crept agaih to Reuther's room and peered carefully in. Innocence was asleep at last. Lighting a candle and shielding It with her hand, she gazed long and earnestly at Reuther's sweet face. Yes, she was right. Sorrow was elowly sapping the fountain of her darling's youth. ' If Reuther was to be saved hope must come soon. With a sob and a prayer the mother left the room, and locking herself into her own, sat down at last to face the &ew perplexity, the monstrous enigma which had come into her life. It had followed in natural sequence from a proposal made by the judge that some attention should be given his long-neglected rooms. He had said on rising from the breakfast table-- (the words are more or less impor­ tant) : "I am really sorry to trouble you, Mrs. Scoville; but If you have time this morning, will you clean up my study before I leave? The carriage is ordered for half-past nine." - The task was one she had long de­ sired to perform. Giving Reuther the rest of the work to do, she presently appeared before him with pail and broom and a pile of fresh linen. Noth­ ing more commonplace could be imag­ ined, but to her, if not to him, there underlay this special act of ordinary housewifery a possible enlightenment on a subject which had held the whole community in a state of curiosity for years. She was going to enter the room which had been barred from pub­ lic sight by poor Beta's dying body. The great room before her pre­ sented a bare floor, whereas on her first visit it had been very decently, if not carefully, covered by a huge car­ pet rug. The judge's chair, which had once looked immovable, had been dragged forward into such a position that he could keep his own eye on the bedroom door. Manifestly she was not to be allowed to pursue her duties un- watched. Certainly she had to take more than one look at the every-day implements she carried to retain that balance of judgment which should pre­ vent her from becoming the dupe of her own expectations. "I do not expect you to clean up here as thoroughly as you have your own rooms upstairs," he rcftaanked, as she passed him. "And, Mrs. Scoville," he called out as she slipped through the doorway, "leave the door open and keep away ae much as possible from the side of the room where I have nailed up the curtain. I had rather not have that touched." Not touch the curtain! Why, that was the one thing in the room she wanted to touch; for in it sh« not only saw the carpet which had been taken up from the floor, but a possible screen behind which anything might lurk--even his redoubtable secret. "There is no window," she observed, looking back at the judge. "No," was his short reply. Slowly she set down her pall. One thing was settled. It was Bela'e cot she saw before her--a cot without any sheets. These had been left behind in the dead negro's room, and the judge had been sleeping just as she had feared, wrapped in a rug and with uncovered pillow. This pillow was his own; it had not been brought down with the bed. She hastily slipped a cover on it, and without calling any further attention to her act, began to ma'ie up the bed. Conscious that the papers he made a feint of reading were but a cover for hie watchfulness, she moved about in a matter-of-fact way and did not spare him the clouds of dust which presently rose before her broom. But the judge was impervious to discomfort. He coughed and shook his head, but did not budge an inch. Before she had begun to put things in order the clock Btruck the half-hour. "Oh!" she protested, with a plead­ ing glance his way, "I'm not half done." "There's another day to follow," he remarked, rising and taking a key from his pocket. The act expressed hie wishes; and he was proceeding to carry out her things when a quick, sliding noise from the wall she was passing drew her attention and caused her to spring forward in an involuntary effort to catch a picture which had slipped its cord and was falling to the floor. of Mack painted directly across the •ye*. In recalling tbis startling moment Deborah wondered as much at her own aplomb as at that of Judge Ostran­ der. Not only had she succeeded In suppressing all recognition of what had thus been discovered to her, but had carried her pouters of self-repres­ sion so far as to offer, and with good grace, too, to assiet him in rehanging the picture. This perfection of act­ ing had its full reward. With equal composure he excused her from the task, and, adding some expression of regret at his well-known carelessness in not looking better after his effects, bowed her from the room with only a slight Increase of his usual courteous reserve. But later, when thought came and with it certain recollections, what sig­ nificance the incident acquired In her mind, and what a long line of terrors it brought in its train! It was no casual act, this of a son's well-loved features. It had a meaning--a dark and desperate meaning. It had played its heavy part in his long torment--a galling remind­ er of--what? ^ It was to answer this question--to face this new view of Oliver and the bearing it had on the relations she had hoped to eBtablieh between him and Reuther, that she had waited for the house to be silent and her child asleep. Unhappy mother, just as she saw something like a prospect of releasing her long-dead husband from the odium of an unjust sentence, to be shaken by this new doubt as to the story and character of the man for whose union with her beloved child she wae so anxiously struggling! There was a room on this upper floor into which neither she nor Reu­ ther had even stepped. She had once looked in, but that was all. To­ night--because she could not sleep; because she must not think--she was resolved to enter It. Oliver's room! aside, let me- cornc"' reachcd her too late. She had grasped and lifted the picture and seen-- But first let me explain. ^This pic­ ture was not like the others hanging about. It was a veiled one. From some motive of precaution or charac­ teristic ̂ desire for concealment on the part of the judge, it had been closely wrapped about in heavy brown paper before being hung, and in the encoun­ ter which ensued between the falling picture and the spear of an image standing on the table underneath, this paper had received a slit through which Deborah had been given a glimpse of the canvas beneath. The shock of what she saw would have unnerved a less courageous woman. It was a highly finished portrait of Oliver in his youth, with a broad band the Claymore inn when that lnn in simply a tavern. Then she found herself looking Into a drawer half drawn out and filled with all sorts of heterogeneous ar­ ticles--sealing wax, a roll of pins, a penholder, a knife--a knife! Why should ehe recoil again at that? Noth­ ing could be more ordinary than to And a knife in the desk drawer of a young man! The fact was not worth a thought; yet before she knew it her flngerB were creeping towards this knife, had picked it up from among the other scattered articles, had closed upon it, let it drop again, only to seize hold of it yet more determinedly and carry it straight to the light. The knife was lying open on her palm, and from one of the blades the end had been nipped, just enough of it to match-- Was she mad! She thought so for a moment; then ehe laid down the knife close against the cap and con­ templated them both for more minutes than she ever reckoned. The candle fluttering low In its socket roused her at last from her ab straction. Catching up the two ar­ ticles which had $o enthralled her, she restored the one to the closet, the other to the drawer, and, with swift but silent step, regained her own room, where she buried her head in her pillow, weeping and praying until the morning light, breaking in upon her grief, awoke her to the obligations of her position and the necessity of silence concerning all the experiences of this night. It Was a Highly Finished Portrait of Oliver in His Yobth. left as he had left It years before! What might it not tell of a past con­ cerning which ehe longed to be reas­ sured ? The father had laid no restrictions upon her, in giving her thif. floor for her use. Rights which he ignored she could afford to appropriate. Dressing sufficiently for warmth, she - lit a candle, put out the light in her own room and started down the hall to this long-closed room. A smother of dust--an odor of de­ cay--a lack of all order in the room s arrangements and furnishings--even a general disarray, hallowed, if not affected, by time--for all tbie she was prepared. But not for the wild confu­ sion--the inconceivable litter and all the other signs she saw about her of a boy's mad packing and reckless de­ parture. There was an Inner door, and this A shout from the judge of "Stand -some Impulse drove her to open. A 11 A 1A^ Vk I o A A ^ " M e* #» V* r*> J W A «» 4 A A • » • - small clofcel stood revealoJ, empty but for one article. When she saw this article she gave a great gasp; then ehe uttered a low pshaw! and with a shrug of th6 shoulders drew back and flung to the door. But she opened it again. She had to. One cannot live in hideous doubt, without an effort to allay it. She must look at that small, black article again; look at it with candle in hand; see for herself that her fears were with­ out foundation; that a shadow had made the outline on the wall which-- She returned to the closet and slow­ ly, reluctantly reopened ^he door. Be­ fore her on the wall hung a cap--and it was no shadow which gave it that look like her husband s; the broad peak was there. She had not been mistaken; it was the duplicate of the one she had picked up in the attic of CHAPTER IX. Unwelcome Truths. Silence. Yes, silence was the one and only refuge remaining to Deborah. Yet, after a few days, the constant self-restraint which it entailed ate like a canker into her peace and un­ dermined a strength which she had always considered inexhaustible. Reu­ ther began to notice her pallor, and the judge to look grave. She was forced to complain of a cold (and In this ehe was truthful enough) to ac­ count for her alternations of feverish impulse and deadly lassitude. The trouble she had suppressed was hav­ ing its quiet revenge. Wes there no medium course? Coul^ she not learn where Oliver had been on the night of that old-time murder? Miss Weeks was a near neighbor and eaw everything. Miss Weeks never forgot; to Miss Weeks she would go. She had passed the first gate and was on the point of opening the sec­ ond one, when she saw on the walk before her a small slip of brown pa­ per. Lifting it, she perceived upon it an almost illegible scrawl which she made out to read thus: For Mrs. Scoville: Do not go wandering all over the town for clues. Look closer to home. And below; You remember the old saying about jumping from the frying pan into the Are. Let your daughter be warned. It Is bet­ ter to be singed than consumed. Because Deborah's mind was quick It all flashed upon her, bowing her in spirit to the ground. Reuther had been singed by the knowledge of her father's ignominy, she would be con­ sumed if inquiry were carried further and this ignominy transferred to tbt proper culprit. Oliver alone could bO meant. The doubts she had tried to suppress from her own mind were Rhared by others--others! In five minutes she was crossing the road, her face composed, her manner genial, her tongue ready for any en­ counter. The truth muet be hers at all hazards. If it could be found here, then here would Bhe seek It. Her long struggle with fate had brought to tb< fore every latent power she possessed. Miss Weeke wae ready wi»h her greeting. A dog from the big house across the way would have been wel­ comed there. The eager little seam­ stress had never forgotten her hour i$ the library with the half-uncon- sciouB judge. "Mrs. Scoville!" she exclaimed, flut­ tering and leading the way into the best room; "how very kind you arc to give me this chance for making raj apologies. You know we have met before." "Have we?" Mrs. Scoville did not remember, but she emiled her beet 6m!!c. "I am to hnve yon ac knowledge an old acquaintance. It makes me feel less lonely in my new life." "Mrs. Scoville, I am only too hap­ py." It was bravely said, for the little woman was in a state of marked em­ barrassment. Could it be that the vis­ itor had not recognized her as the person who had accosted her on that memorable morning she first entered Judge Ostrander'B forbidden gates? (TO BE CONTINUED.) NOT QUITE A FAILURE MAN'S LIFE NOT A8 PLANNED, BUT DUTY WELL DONE. Trust In Providence. When we meet one of these big, blazing motor headlights while riding in the modest electric belonging to our wife's relations, we just go ahead, trusting that Providence that watches over children and drunkards will take care of us, too. NOT AN ECONOMICAL PEOPLE Americans Do Not Seem to Attach Very Great Importance to Sav­ ing the Pennies. - Of all the nations the United States seems to care least for saving pennies. Not the government, but the individ­ ual. Measured by the-number of sav­ ings bank depositors in proportion to the entire population, this country Is far behind those of Europe, Japan, Australia and New Zealand. One reason for this is that In the ' southern and western states the num­ ber of savings banks is relatively few, because tho small banks serve the iHme purpose in those sections. There 4Urc approximately 11.000.040 savings depositors in the United States and almost three-fourths of thio nnmber are ia the six Now England states, and In New York, Now Jersey. Pennsyl- •vfcnia. Delaware and Maryland. In making a comparison with other countries in this ruatter the cc*urn- ntent postal banks introduced a few years ago should be included. They are included abroad and ttsreforr should be here If an accurate idea of the thriftlness of the various nations is to be given. We are prodigals compared with Eu­ ropeans, and while there is perhaps not the same pressing necessity here to count tho pennies, it is undoubted­ ly true that Americans are too strong­ ly Inclined to be spendthrifts, to let the morrow take care of itself. From the experience of hard times occa­ sioned bj the war we may learn that laying something aside for a rainy day is not only a virtue, but a practice which makes old age and nonemploy- ment less terrible to think of. The trouble is Americans do not think of It, but they should.--Brooklyn Stand­ ard-Union. WHY CHILDREN SEEK GIFTS L Twist the Wire. Pictures hung by a single wire have an annoying way of getting uneven, on account of the slipping of the wire on the picture hook. This can sometimes be avoided by first hangings the picture fae« to the wall and then turning it around. The singl^turn this makes in the wire near the hook prevents slip- pint. As Instinctive for Them to Ask ss It Is, or Should Be, for the Adult to Give. In the Woman's Home Companion Charles E. Jefferson, pastor of Brosd- way tabernacle in New York city, writes a talk entitled "The Joy of Re­ ceiving," in the course of which he explains why little children enjoy re­ ceiving more than giving. He says in part: "In little children, the joy of receiv­ ing outruns the joy of giving. Chil­ dren are born beggars. They come into the world empty-handed, and they stretch their hand to those who are nearest them, expecting to receive. It is instinctive for a child to ask, and it is instinctive for an adult to re­ spond. The child's mind is as empty as its hands. Its mind reaches out with questions--and what are ques­ tions but hands of the mind?--plead­ ing for bits of information, scraps of knowledge, donations of light. It Is a pleasure to give to a child, but who would dare say that one's pleasure la giving outstrips the child's pleasure In receiving? • Who is happier, do you think, at Christmas, the child or the parent? "It 4s not the child's nature to lie awake wondering what It can give to others, but when he falls to thinking of what others are going to give him it is difficult for him to go to sletfp. Look at a child receiving a present, and then look at him giving one, and note which act is more natural and which brings the intenser delight. Little children know how to receive^" Rust-Proof Ironwork. A simple method of making iron­ work proof against rust is to heat It until it is almost red-hot, and thee brush it aver with linseed oil. This makes a varnish which, unlike or* dinary paint or enamel, does not chip off. Quality of 8e If-Sacrifice Counted For Much When Ambition Was Put Awny at the Call of Filial Affection. MI always like to see ambition in a boy," said the doctor. "The best men are those who as boys had little op­ portunity, but who made the moBt of what they had. As a rule the boys who have worked their way through college are about the best fellows I know." "I agree with you," answered the schoolmaster. "But I sometimes think that there are boys who never go to college who have done even better. Did I ever tell you about John Smith? "It was years ago, and I was prin­ cipal of the school in a little country town. It was the only high school in the county, and the boys and girls from all round attended. Many of them could not get away from the farms until late in the season and so dropped in at any time during the term. Well, along about. Thanksgiving John Smith arrived. He told me he lived six miles back in the country, and had walked in. He was a big. well-set-up boy, with a bright, intelli­ gent face, and I soon found that he had come to study. One day I was struck with the amount of mud on his shoes. 'You must have a muddy walk to school," I remarked. " 'Yes, $ir,' he answered, 'the roads are pretty bad.' And then I found out that he walked the six miles in every morning and out again at night! ft a took that trouble to get an educa­ tion, I was interested, and I had a quiet talk with him. He had a wid­ owed mother and a little sister, and they owned a small farm. For the past two years John had done all the work himself, and he still had to do it. That was the reason he had to Hve at home instead of boarding in town. He told me that he wanted to go to college and become a doctor. His father had been an unsuccessful lawyer, who had given up MB practice and bought the farm. John told me his plans. He was sure he could get another boy in the neighborhood to look after his place while he was at college, and his mother was as anxious for him to go as he was. "Naturally I gave him all the help I could, and although he had to leave early in the spring, I lent him books and gave him a little personal aid in his work from time to time. "Well, three years more passed in the same way. John kept well up with his studies by hard work, and at last he was ready to enter college. He was accepted for entrance on the school certificate, and it was a pleas­ ure to see the glad look on his face when I showed him the registrar's letter saying that he was admitted. He had Baved a little money from various odd jobs that he had done, and he told me that he was all ready financially for the first year, and that he had no doubt that he could manage the oth­ ers. "I left the school that year, but just before it was time for college to open, I wrote John a letter of counsel and encouragement. I got this brief note in reply: 'I am sorry to say that I am not going to college.' "I made it a point to go down to see what had prevented him from carrying out his ambition. I found him hoeing corn. He was very glad to see me^ and told me what the trouble was. His mother had had a strokp of paralysis Without a murmur he had given up his cherished plan. When I asked him whether he could not get someone to take care qf her, while he went on with his course, he told me that that was impossible, since hiB mother de­ pended so entirely upon him. I shall never forget the tragedy and love to­ gether in the boy's face as he talked to me of his vanished hopes and watched his helpless mother." "I suppose he got to college some­ how," remarked the doctor, "and is now a famous surgeon." "No," replied the schoolmaster, "that was ten years ago, but I heard from him only yesterday. His mother is still alive and still helpless. He is still running the farm, » small living and caring for her. The little sister he has just sent to the normal school, but he will be a small farmer to the end of his days. And I believe he was just the man to have made a splendid doctor. Yet I hardly think his life has been a failure." "I should think not," said the doc­ tor.--Youth's Companion. Atchison Antiquities. While thib isn't an old country. compared with European nations, one may see a number of ruins standing around the street corners ohswlng fia# cufe--Atchison Qloht Eating Anything. Dr. Lucy Barney Hall, in a letter to the women of the Boston Business league, said: "You can eat anything you are inclined to without injurious effects." That is not true, unless one is hale, hearty, robustious or has a stomach inherited from a grandfather who fought Indians back in the corn bread and venison days.< But most stomachs' are not of this kind. We took lunch with a gentleman the other day who seems as rugged and healthy as a big boy, and yet he took only hard rolls, tea and custard pie, and then scraped the custard out of the shell. Another gentleman said he ate pie every lunch for four days last week, and on the fifth day he was laid up for repairs, and then had to sober off on crackers and tea Doctor Hall is wrong. A person must be careful of his eating. We are all constituted dif­ ferently, each one as different in his stomach as in his clothes. If there is any rule that applies to all, and which is of itself the best guaranty against sickness, it is not to eat so much. Wheat Extensions in Australia. lSVtraordlnary interest in wheat cul­ tivation has been aroused In Queens­ land, Australia, according to a com­ merce report, especially in some districts. A Sydney paper says that the Burnett, for instance, will lay down over 8,000 acres, as compared with 1,000 acrer. last seaBon. 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The mnn is not living who can take three kinds of roofing of differ­ ent qualities and tell with any degree of accuracy the length of time each one will last on tbc roof. He cannot tell their relative values by looking at them. Why take the chance of gucuing, when yon can get the safest guar* able price. If for any reason you do not care for the high­ est quality--if you want a temporary roof, we also make goods sold at the lowest price on the market, because we have unequalled fa­ cilities.and are makingapproxiinntely a third of the entire asphalt roofing and building papers of the whole world's supply, our facilities enable us to beat all competition on pricegoodsas wellaaon£*r£ain-f«c<f quality. The difference between the total cost of the goods, the freight, the laying, etc.. between quality goods and price goods is insignificant. H is much better policy to cut out theguessing and let the manufacturer of real responsibility insure you on all the vital points. He knows what he puts into the goods and what they will do--you can then Insist upon getting everything as represented. General Roofing Mfg. Co. I f M f l l a r v r n t m a n u f a e t u r e r t q f B o & n f and. Building Paper* Rn T«rk City Bastes CUcss* Plbhqk pkla AlUat* Clmiui Dttroit St. Laai* ti *"»»• City Mi--»«>Wis Su Fr SmHU Loafea Haakars SHw LETS BOO?T nrrmrat Leas FoUtle®--Mote l^onperrtj We baT* bad enough starvation MK>u(h of political "oure-alla" of every nau4 I Qadaaa VI VI |M«f| with their smashing aud busting--caooffc OK politicians who DromlM wooaotar and bOMSty in order to £t.>e into oOe* and tban pntottaaw* haani ofextrmraeanqMMdttMa p1*/ for fotm or party rather than for prtaelptoaDd rlaht, ata. The coft of llvlDii Li not going down. Utlp after good tliLRiond makaaooogh to far for theevft <f a living, whatarer it nay M. W# tfoa't null ftieap Uvlag--we waotgoojl and good timi'fi for everybody aud If «• ail together we will get them. The ganio ct the politician to promise thing. Many of them ought to be prod for franil on account of the dlffenoe* between what the; promise and what they deliver. They're worse than tbe bmlnnee aoa wb* •dvertlsee tlieQuallty of his (oodfc Let I pars lDWreetn. froia the laborer to the teaiVnt. from the offloe boy to the _ from the blned mas on the farm to tbei the farm, remember that thej have a lattrvft in good business ana a eqoare Seal Ik boslncse. Stop listening to the taken mmi tet*a boost oureelveeback into good tluics. It cube done. No more knockers and falsa prophetsai» wasted. We are going to be too boay to IMa to any except those who premise "good basi- aaae" legislation. <gfCanadianVWieat*£slf to Feed ihe World* The wair1^ iegrful devastation of Soiop&iM crops has caused an oubsuaI demand for grain rom the American Continent. The people Of Ult world must be fed and there is an unusual demand for Canadian wheat. Canada's invitation to tTtrj industrious American is therefor# rap«cially attrac­ tive. She wants fanners to mske money and happy, prosperous homes for themselves whila bar to rais* immense wheat crops. You can get a Homestead of 160 acres FREE and other lauds, can be bought at remarkably tow prices. Think of the mosey you Mit w lut­ein maice with wheat at its present high prices, where for tome time ble to continue. During many yean Canadian wheat fields have avenged 20 bash els to the acre-- many yields as high -- 43 h--Wla tottnai. Woaiuifid crop* also of Oata. Bar lay and Flax. Mixsd farming is fully aa profitable an tadnatry as grain nriategi The ezcal- lent grasses,fall of nutrition, ar* th* nnj- food required either tor beef or dli purposse. Good schools, markets convenient, climate excellent. Military service is lot oompaisory in Canada, bat thate i» su extra dcotaad lor Sum •T>. M labor to reiilsoa the assay yoeag men who have volaateeied tor tiie was. Its See- ernmeat this year is argiag tanners to pat extra aaeage into gnus. Write tor literature and particulars as to raiecod railway mM • • s' KENTUCKY'S BEST LEAF TOBACCO flU Ita natural state sent to you charges pre­ paid- Extra quality 4 lbs.. 11.00; medluas. a lba., 80C; special prices on larger quantltim 8. Rosenblatt a Co.. HsweeviUe. Keotneklk Improved Farm Cheap ucomptnlM lanfl. Write owner quick, i B. Sartfay. Wfc. ' y i f Ottawa, 4R III C. J. IMOMTOlt, Veet A4aaaStiw •L V. NaeWNl . Detroit. Hichigaa Government Agents •WwWs ]<v JtOlfKP