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In Peace and War j Or, The End of It All j CHAPTER I, "Brenda, what are you thinking ■about?" It was hardly a question. The i tonation of Mrs. Wylie's voice Wi by no means interrogative, and she returned placidly to the perusal oi her noV'el without awaiting a reply. The ladies had been reading silently for at least younger of the two allowed her book to lie unheeded on her knee, while the pages fluttered in the breeze. The remark called forth by this action was accepted literally and "I was thinking of Theo Tris replied the girl gravely. She not meet her companion's gaze, 1 looked wistfully across the fjord ward the bleak, dismal cliffs. Mrs. Wylie closed her novel on ( white plump finger and drummed idly upon the back of it with other hand. In movement and pose alike this lady was essentially comfortable. Her presence suggested contentment and prosperity amidst the most unpropitious environments. The Hermione, her temporary home, a broad, slow-sailing schooner-yacht, was, belcw decks, conducted on the principles of a luxurious, roomy house. She had a wonderful way with her, this plump and smiling lady, of diffusing into the very atmosphere a sense of readiness to meet all emergencies. The elements, even, seemed to blow to her. Overhead the winds might roar and moan aloud through stay and rigging -- all around the waves might leap and throw themselves against the stanch, low bulwarks of the yacht -- but in the cabin was with , dainty, womanly ways. Mrs Wyli most effectually that at sea, weather and in foul, a womai be a woman still. She now reopened her book, instead of reading, sat gazing thoughtfully at the young rfrl. Presently she laughed musically and turned resolutely to the open page. "Yes," she murmured -- confessing, as it were, that her thoughts had; on former occasions been drawn i» the same direction, "Yes. But, Brenda --I--should not advise you-- to--think--Of Theo Trist." A superior intellect, more especially in woman, is not conducive to happiness. Indeed, it is directly opposed to that impossible state. It was this possession that made Brenda Gilholme somewhat different from her fellows. Theo Trist had his peculiarities, but these must perforce be allowed to transpire hereafter; and besides several facts known to Mrs. Wylie which raised doubts as to what the end of this friendship might be. Trist was twenty-eight and Brenda vvas nineteen, while both were in • and appearance older than years could warrant. Also anotfc a plain uni feet; but h< disappoi vtcresting girl, which was Her face, small and in profile almost per-r eyes were set too close which caused a peculiar ■ to those meeting her "Brenda," Admiral Wylie used to say, with a loving twinkle of his intensely blue eyes, "Brenda is a brick." She was true and loyal; a devoted sister, and a stanch friend. Had she loved her sister less, she would have carried a light heart through many a gay ball room. She would have suffered .'ess from-- let us call it the mistaken kindness of her sister's friends. She would have thought more of herself and less of Alice. And yet there was in this little maiden a strange touch of pride. She carried her neat little head ver3<- high, although she failed to recognize the rare beauty of the brown, soft hair nestling there. Brenda Gilholme knew too much. cast me, in my insensible state, into the flames." "Which, it seems, after all, he did not kindle," said Mr. Jonathan, shuddering at the remembrance. "That is the most wonderful circumstance of all. Chance, or destiny, or whatever you please to call it, had actually anticipated him. Porter must have overthrown his lamp in a state of stupor, produced by drink. Judith lived long enough to tell how she had seen the fire first in her father's room, and he lying across the chair, dead or insensible." "I could not help pitying the unfortunate creature," said Mr. Jonathan, "in spite of her bad passions and the evil she had wrought. She at least deserved a better fate than to perish by the brutal violence of the man whom she loved so devotedly." "I have often thought," said my father, "what a divine mercy it was that only one of the telegrams fell into that wretched man's hands. It appears that the lad had put one in his pocket--the one addressed to you, Mr. Rodwell--and was holding the other in his hand, when he ran against his master, who snatched it from him and forbade him to leave the house. The lad said nothing about the other, but watched his opportunity to leave the premises and deli lay, however, was very near proving fatal to more than one of us." "That unhappy man," said Mr. . i Jonathan, 'had telegraphed to say Her estimate of human existence at that he WQuld be with me that But I felt half inclined to for Essex without waiting for weight, lovely, unscrupu y Alice Gilholme Change her nann George's, Hanovei ■ad a ,. if 1 pleased to M state in St. Square, earlier in tne year, while the Hermione was yet in dry dock. Three weeks after the wedding, Theo Trist returned from abroad with his bland, broad forehead tanned and brown. He expressed no surprise. In fact, he vouchsafed no opinion whatever. Had he met Captain Huston, the happy bridegroom? Oh, yes! They had met in South Africa. That was all! He never related details of that part of a difficult campaign which they had passed together. The laconic praise contained in the two words "good soldier," such as had been applied to many of his acquaintances, was not forthcoming. From a lady's point of view, Alfred Woodruff Charles Huston waf the beau ideal of a soldier. Tall straight and square shouldered, ht carried his small head erect. His clear brown eyes were quick enough, his brown, clean-cut. face almost per feet in its outline Indefatigable at Bandown, Hurlingham, Goodwood, Ascot -- in the Grand Stand bien entendu--he had a pleasant way of appearing to know something about Every one and everything. But Theo the age of deeper than that of her grandmother at the age of ninety. She was a living protest against mental cultivation as it is understood to-day. Her exceptionally capable mind was the victim of over-education and a cheap literature. Beneath that soft brown hair was a fund of classical knowledge sufficient for the requirements of an Oxford professor, theology enough for a deacon, geometry mixed up with poli cal economy, geography and algebra, general knowledge, and no arithme- rth speaking of. All t forsooth, added to a taste of mil and an innate power of making vkery sweetly. And all for what? To be wisely forgotten as soon as possible--let us hope. The best man and the truest, lady I know has never seen an examination paper in her life. At least, I believe she has not. Filial respect withholds question. It is rather disappointing to freshly into a world of men and and find it sorely wanting. This da had done. The women appeared to her affected and ignorant, because with her they were not quite e by reason of her deep educa-The men were trivial or nar-This one knew more geometry than she did, but of classics and theology he knew nothing. Another " 'ersed in theology, while of political economy he could speak but haltingly, and so on. Each was narrow sphere; she knew too for all, and could apply it to nothing because she was a woman. She had been taught that knowledge was power -- that the whole world passed the Cambridge examinations •that women were born to muddle their sweet inconsistent brains over deep questions relative to semi-preserved languages, to weary their young eyes over imperfectly printed algebraical problems, and to learn manv things which they are best without. But with it all, Brenda Gilholme was a woman. Instead of puzzling her daring brains over questions which have never yet been approach-h safety, she would have, done better had " she knelt down and thanked God for that same woman-And being a woman, she weakly thought that all men were not alike. She fondly imagined that an exception had been especially created and placed within her own Freaently she stopped walking and stood beside the low rail, grasping an awning stanchion with one hand The wistful, discontented look left her eyes, which were clear and blue, with long, dark lashes, and in its plan came an interested, keen ex- him, and chance the condition of the house. That very day the police had received information from a toll-gate keeper that on the night of the abduction he had opened the gate for a brougham in which, by the light of a lantern, he had seen a fair-haired young girl, looking very pale and distressed. She seemed about to address him, when her companion interposed." "I remember the circumstance," said my father. "The carriage drove away in the direction of the forest. When this information was communicated me, it struck me at once how handy the old Manor House might prove she were confined anywhere in that direction. By taking up my there for a time, I might be able to follow up the clue. But look he cried, suddenly interrupting hii self: "here are two old friends yours coming this way, Silas." Such was the fact. Walking i the pathway toward the house we Martha Jennings and Josiah Coo 1 hastened to meet the good, kind creature who had sheltered me and lothed me when T was houseless and destitute. After a little conversation, the secret came out: the worthy paii had been married that morning. Married!" I exclaimed; "why, 1 I not the least idea that such a thing was ever thought of!" ""To more had we, Master Silas, ,v wneks ago," answered Martha, blushing, "and, you know, you h; 3 Chri: these plat fashionable Lon later In the day in South' lad laid aside the ac< n his chosen groove, hat strange that - offer to discuss Cap- Hm Trist, is t British An And Tr; ireful con: a general afraid s ly s But Alice Gilholme omitted ™ consult the general o ficer; and after all, if Captain Huston was no soldier, he was at least a gentleman, with elegant, high-bred ways, and an empty, high-bred head, containing just enough brain to find out the enjoyment of existence. The happy couple wero now in India, where we .Will leave them. The Hermione rose and fell slightly, almost imperceptibly, to the waves, and backward and forward across the spotless deck Brenda Gilholme walked pensively. She was -motherless, and her 'ather was entirely absorbed in political strife, being an English Home Ruler. This thoughtful girl had grown up in the shade of her sister's beauty, and, like many a fair young flower, had pmhaps suffered from the contiguity. She was pleased to consider herself she said aloud, "I him coming. There is a small sail away down the fjord." Hn Wylie looked up vaguely, "los." she answered absently dare say you are right!" (To Be Continued). I ABYSMAL I DEPTHS i fc»x»x»*»:T:»)K»*»)K»:tt»:*»)K» CHAPTER XXVI. A soft evening in June. The sky of a deep, cloudless blue, save toward the west, where the sun is nking into a sea of crimson light, ot.a breath of air is stirring --the ■ees are motionless; not the quiver i a leaf. There is a buzz of insect fe in the air, mingled with the mu-c of the birds. Upon a lawn, ver which are scattered numerous flower beds, gay with bright colored blossoms, stretching before a picturesque cottage covered with roses, tit three men. One is young, not nore than twenty; the second is a tout, florid, benevolent-looking nan; the third is thin visaged, sad looking, with iron-gray hair. Through the cottage window sound e notes of a pianoforte playing a ild, plaintive strain, that swells and dies away, pauses and rises again, at the caprice of the player. The three men were I, Silas Mor-lt, Mr. Jonathan Rodwell, and my were conversing upon a sad subject -- the awful events of thP night that closed the third pai you had kindly sent me an invitation to come down and see you, I thought I would take the liberty to bring Josiag along with me, and make it a sort of marriage trip." "I am very much delighted to see you both, and you shall stay with us for your honeymoon," I said, shaking a hand of each. "But you ight as well have invited us to >ur wedding." Martha laughed and blushed; and then my father and Mr. Jonathan offered their warm congratulations the happy bride and bridegroom. "And are you still at the Corinthian, Josiah?" I inquired. "No," he answered; "Martha has persuaded me to relinquish public life, and her father has procured for me an appointment upon the railway, as a porter." Presently, Mr. Jonathan, who had been very thoughtful for some time, called Martha aside; a few minutes' | moned to tho conference. A little time afterward Martha came to me with a radiant countenance. "Only think," she said, that dear, good Mr. Jonathan BOYS AND FARMING. The advantages which* agriculture, as an industry, has reaped from education are not, of necessity, the same as the advantages which the farmer, as a class, reaps from education. Here lies an important distinction. Imagine, for a moment, some change of method, or improvement in machinery which doubles tho product, of potatoes from a given amount of land or a given ai of labor. The result will be a vantage to agriculture, as i dustry, but the farmers who been accustomed to depend the raising of potatoes for livelihood will find themselves harrassed by an overstocked m; which means a fall of prices. The world has been benefited ; a class has been embarrassed. There < bo little doubt that education, us the term in its broadest sense, 1 actually embarrassed the farmer, a class, in this very way. A dist guished head of one of our agric tural colleges has recently made statement that, within a hund. years, the productiveness of individual farmer has been mu plied by four ; in other words, that then it took four men to provide food and raw material which now produced by one. The result has been that there has been upon the farm a surplus of men as well as products. Had all the boys, oi even a large portion of them, insisted upon staying upon the farm, wc should already have a class oi peasants STRUGGLING FOR A LIVING, and forced to learn how to live on the least possible income. While we cannot see the abandonment of old homes without sadness, we must recognize the fact that this result is in accord with the trend of events, and has already, in this country, resulted not only in maintaining our agricultural position among the nations, but at the same time has gone a long way towards giving us the commercial and manufacturing leadership of the world. It means that the American farmer has put so much brain into his work that he has reduced by 75 per cent the brawn needed, and has found time to do not only what his forefathers did on the farm, but to take upon his broad shoulders, as well, the burden of the country's manufactures and finances. The son of the farmer is the great figure in our history, too big to be kept on any farm or in any town, to be confined to any- state or any trade. He has fi'.'ed the world's markets with food products at a lower and lower cos' holds the reins of the world ances. He pleads in all our c and prays in all our churches, leads on the field of battle, and commands in the great struggles of industry. Let us not lament, then, that he has gone forth into the world, but rather rejoice in the laurels of his conquests. IMPROVING THE LIVE STOCK. Breeding is a science when it is done for the purpose of arriving at results which are sought as a possibility, although the breeder may beirin in a manner that parently warrant him in proceeding with his venture. Some breeders were 30 years in perfecting one breed of sheep and swine. Every animal sold by them put the purchaser 30 years ahead in the line of improvement. They simply selected the best for breeding purposes every year, and were compelled to in-breed the animals in order to fix their s. The farmer must same course with his herds and crops, and he must make his .< • by ' animal that does not come up to a certain standard of excellence. He must never become discouraged, as even the most skilful breeders succeed in securing but a few very valuable specimens in a year, though an improvement will be noticed every season. The gain is but little, and skill "is essential, but in time tho stock differs greatly from the original. Should extraordinary excellence be observed in certain individuals the breeder may abandon his plans and methods and start on new lines of breeding, as he learns by experience during his progress and take advantage of accident or discoveries, but he always adheres to his original object of making a breed that is to be adapted to a special purpose. Even among the best breeds of live stock some individuals will be more valuable for certain uses than others and those with the highest record may not display their best points of excellence until selected for breeding. Famous Chefs Who Cook Dishes That Very Few People Can Indulge in. famous chef has declared that the best dinner any man can desire, exclusive of wines, can be served up for $10 a head. But the modern tendency of wealthy people to provide extraordinary dinners for their friends is towards gross extravagance rather than taste, and the chef who invents a dish really too mostly to be eaten takes a higher place than another who concocts an inexpensive dish. To such extremes lias the desire to be extravagantly epicurean gone that it is now pos-order a dinner every mouthful of which would cost more than the majority of people spend in slipping themselves and families for a fortnight. A certain London restaurant can offer epicures one of the most expen-dishes obtainable. It is, of the l of t she knew, and I hav< rest here and there, however, until nov place, I wished to ki in the second place that bound you picked up the I have waited, In the first ow you better, srjositton: and, although the that unhap- going t what did 1 made such I could do f .'hat fine things yoi for And, Master Silas, ise to say when you fuss about the little r you--didn't I tell y< i day, uld do for "But I a y good Mar-ind it is not of the weakest, yet, after the dreadful circumstances her death, we were compelled in decency to allow a certain time to elapse before the subject of love and marriage could be broached." "Ah, sir," I answered, mournfully, Clara has ceased to love me. She 'ill never forgive the wicked weak-ess of my conduct in gaining her :>ve while another claimed me as her husband." very culpable," answered Mr. Jonathan, gravely, "and in any other person I could never have pardoned it; but your life, my dear boy, has been so exceptional, that it would be hard to judge you by the rules of everyday life." But during the week I have been here, Clara's behavior to me has i cold and distant." " And what has your been to her?" I could not help confessing that embarrassing memories had rendered me distant and restrained. "Very well, then; you cannot expect, after what has passed, that sh will make the first advance." And was it possible, I asked, tren bling with delicious hopes, that h i would give his darling Clara t "And who not?" he asked, brusqui ly. "You are not a beggar; you'v got five hundred a year; and may one day, get back the fortune tha that fearful old woman has robbed y°'i "shall never have one penny that," I replied; "you know th when she left. England, she was relentless as ever. It will all go WORKING BUTTER. The salting and working of but-;r are accountable for a great lany mistakes in butter making, he salt added to butter should be niform from day to day and from tenth to month, otherwise custom's will be displeased and markets >st. Mr. M. A. O'Callaghan, Government dairy inspector in Aus-discussing this subject has the following to say :--Tho usual quantity required for the British market is between 2 and 2J per cent., and in order that butter when worked contains this amount, it will bo necessary to add from 3 to 3£ per cent. of salt, the remainder passing away when the water is being washed out of the butter. It would be a very good practice follow to have a measure which contains a known weight of and thus accurately gauge the salt used in every ' ) should also be taken ire that only the salt is used, as inferior is added lustre ... he hungry clerk will be well advised not to order it, for it provide him with more than sufficient to whet his appetite, f he has reached the affluence of $000 a year. The dish consists of the fat legs f four small birds, rare and expen-siue, no bigger than juvenile pigeons, enclosed in a quail, which is placed in a teal, itself wrapped inside a capon. A goose, tho fattest and tendercst obtainable, and a fine turkey also play important parts in the preparation of this dish, but the four small legs from the inside of the quail alone are served up, the other birds being employed to add their flavor to that of the four legs, in which duty they are assisted by BASTING WITH RARE WINES. This dish is said to be sufficiently delicious to soften the heart of the most callous epicure, but, of course, tho greatest thing in its favor is its prohibitive cost. Personally, we are inclined to envy the bulging-eyed pug which doubtless devours the incidental and "spoilt" capon, though we blush for our vulgar taste. Peacocks' tongues form the basis of another fashionable dish, and, though thev are sufficiently expon-for most people, it is really the things added to them and their t which make the dish so It takes a dozen peacocks' tongues to make a dish large enough to be clarly visible to the naked eye, and such a dish would add nything from $15 to $35 t delicacies ' the dis: irding re employed i x din-what other to make salt means inferior working of the but considerable extent butte the the vho have done this for y 'Oh, but it's all the same, s said, with a very sly look. 'Well, Josiah, I congeal i late your good luck; not so mucl ^J^i^T^™1 ITJ, i>u7ld cimrcneVand country. "Thanks," returned Josiah Presently my father, Martha, and bsiah went into the house. Bu fonathan remained behind, •oiled with i v lad," "the sight he s ! thinking upoi I have long had in Although I have never r it, I know all about you Mrs. Wilson told me w this At the time I choose to introduce the conversation, my father was speaking. "What his ultimate intentions could have been, I am at a loss to understand. Probably to In Peace and War; Gr, The End of It ASI We become interested at once in ie man who is the leading fig-re in the story, and follow him o the close, feeling that here is one unlike the general story book creation. The old lady who looks after her "boys and girls", the maiden who discusses deep questions, the one so beautiful that marry any ch the chai becauseof lack these excite < disgust and 1 ten on to the end. :ter, he wh of the Sam : admiratic .thlessly *s is be- "So much people," said my companion, let her keep her money, and l good may it do her; you shall i plain man, as see: I hate folks. Were I daughter to a fortune equal t take her away utterly differ life )wn; I should her, and I should be left done in my last days. If I give her o you, you will both live with me, ind I shall always have cheerful ompanions, and not have to hand nyseii over to any Madame Borne, s your poor grandfather had. Be-ides, I am quite satisfied that you ,-ill always love my darling, and nake her the best of husbands; a ertainty I should by no means en-ertain if I saw her walked off by omo grand, rich fellow. So you ee, after all, I am quite selfish in ly calculations." "I was never angry with you," she answered, softly. "I only felt sad, and that I wished to die." She was mine -- mine at last! Nothing could stand between us now save death! Oh, the bliss, the rapture of that moment! THE END. presence or non-presence of what are technically known as streaks. If butter be overworked it ie streaky, , as well as in all ility containing an excessive rather difficult for those but the tperienced to tell to a nicety when butter is properly work-when the operation is performed >no working, I should strongly recommend that all factories adopt practice common in most European institutions, namely, tho working of all butter a second time. FOOD FOR COWS. During the period that cows art-dry they should be fed enough to keep thorn in a thrifty condition without their becoming too fat. Such food as bran, roots, clover hay, etc., make a most variety of food. The ain: period should be to feed nc lating food, and only that "Ing and laxativ* .pen suit able at this which should bo fed heavy ju ping her calf. Heavy food at such a time, especially of food stuff of a carbonaceous or heating nature is a very injurious food to be given, and may cause inflammation, or garget in their udders. It is important, however, that during this period the cow should be well fed. The effect of good care, kindness, and comfortable quarters for the dam wil be seen in the disposition and qual itles of the offspring. Turtle-fin soup is yet another ch nirse calculated to allure a i ito the bankruptcy courts, tho ;s cost is comparatively trifling, ough to cover the bottom of a s plate being obtainable in many tels for a more begatelle of $10, less it has been elabo illy i of- "Papa says he wil o our marriage," sif 'Then let us elope.' he man. "There, no delighted damsel, "Pi Tie said you hadn't t less ability, and her hing j stylish wedding." CAUTION. "Well, bub, what Is it ?" askei ie druggist of the small boy with i bottle in his hand. 'Please, sir, but here's the medi ie I got for me mother an hou: ago." "Yes, and what's the matter witl "You didn't write on the botth was to be taken eternally or in fernally, and she's afraid of makiiu mistake." Clara--"He gave me army-and avy kisses." Maud--"What kind ii that ?" Clara--"Oh, rapid fire- head on the bill. Bird's nest soup is not yet really appreciated by westerners, despite the fact that it is oven dearer than turtic. Probably the most expensive soup to be had is that for which the talented -- we were almost writing "inspired" -- chef of a Paris restaurant is noted. Much mystery (as is usual with French dishes) exists as to what It is made of, but one of the chief constituents is WOODCOCKS' LEGS, stewed very gently, until the flesh falls off the bone. The resultant liquor is then allowed to cool, equal portions of two wines are added, and then it is ready to bo prepared in all earnestness. It costs eighty francs every time. The tasteful art of being a genius f a chef seems to consist to a great extent in getting the smallest por-' food out of the most costly bird or beast in such a way as to fleet the greatest possible waste. A lish invented by a Paris chef in hotter of a dinner given to an actress >y some of her admirers consisted of the most delicate portions of thirty geese, ten turkeys, and some woodcocks, prepared in u same obtained ing the tender meat of four of beef, and leaving only the turkey element to bo served up with truffles. The cost of the course was $400 -- not because of what it consisted, but because of all that was wasted in its preparation. It is on the cards that truffles will since they can almost always be obtained for five dollars a pound, and no chef has yet discovered any part of them so much better than tho ting " mbling the thouf Epi - alw to do of t ith : trill. i any 'oodcock, snipe, or capon, but the modern epicure would not deign to eat more than the most delicate portions of any of those birds, and thus, while they are rarer than ever, more are required to make a dish, and so the cost leaps up. There is a small and infinitely delicate species of the sturgeon called the sterlet, which was very much favored a few years ago. Now, higher only touch its : Tit-Bits. '--"I wonder if much after we The Mother--"N 11 not care then < ; $10 The Daught. 11 love me as married ?" ther he does i aristocratic papa, on being re-ted by a rich and vulgar young w for permission to marry "one of his girls," gave the rather crush-reply : "Certainly. Which would prefer, the housemaid or tUa cook ?"