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“Ju‘wflux ‘v 5 "v 3i N, .3, ..~ «2‘4 ski is . . 2‘ i: :4 t .‘. a} .i U u.mnwkg.~... \er, his fond eyes WWIâ€"“W. CHAPTER XXLâ€"(Cont’d) Accordingly, that very evening, 'Allison and Lady, Bromley were consulted as to the plan, and both heartily seconded it, greatly to the young lover’s gratification, where- upon there followed an earnest consultation regarding ways and means and time. “How long will it take you ladies to make the necessary arrange- ments ’l” the young man inquired. “That will depend somewhat upâ€" on your own and Allison’s wishes regarding the matter,” Lady Brom- ley smilingly observed. “Do you .want a weddingâ€"I mean a society affair ’l” , Gerald glanced at Allison, who smiled, flushed, and then shook her pretty head with a somewhat doubt~ ful air. He understood her. She was not quite sure whether. she ought to wish for a brilliant wedding, such as young ladies in her circle usu- ally aspired to. She was no.10ng- er Miss Brewster, the heiress, al- though practically her position was unchanged. Then, Mr. Brewster had been dead only a little over a year, and she was not out of mourn- ing, although gradually lightening and hesitation of manner. But knowing how all the fondest hopes of the banker had been centred in this beautiful girl, knowing that he had never denied her a wish from her infancy up, and that he would have spared no effort or ex- pense to make her marriage the one important event in her life, Ger- ald felt that due respect ought to be paid to what he believed he would have desired, as well as to the1 expectations of society in gen~ era . “It is customary for the bride to have her say upon a question of that nature, I believe,” he smiling- ly‘ observed, after considering for a few moments; “but if I may be allowed, I would like to express myself freely, and then you can do .415 you like.” “Certainly you may be allowed, and I am sure that Allison will be glad .to know your‘preference in the matter,” said Lady Bromley. “Indeed, I would,” asserted the fair brideâ€"elect eagerly. “I should be glad to shift the responsibility of the whole affair upon his shoul- ders.” “Well then,” returned her lov- fastened upon her face, that he might catch its every varying expression, “I think there ought to be a wedding -â€" not too elaborate an affair, perhaps, because of him whom we lost last year, but as near an approach to a society function, such as he would have desired, as may be cons1st- ent.” ‘ “Gerald, how thoughtful you are! You always say and-do just the nicest and most appropriate things,” Allison exclaimed, her face glowing with pleasure, yet With a thrill of emotion in her tones, as her thoughts reverted to her father and how she would miss him in the coming festivities. “And Allison,” he continued, “I want you to be married from your old home, just the same as if ev- erything had remained unchanged. ,Mr. Lyttleton thinks we must sail about the middle of Aprilâ€"that will give you fully two months, which ought to be time enough, with sufficient help, to do every- thing in a_ proper and becoming manner. My plan is thisâ€"to have the old house opened, and you, with Lady Bromley to matronize you, take up your abode there at once. I will advertise for your old housekeeper, Mrs. Pollard, and if she can be found I know that she will be delighted to resume her former position, and will soon have everything in apple-pie order for you. What do you say, dear?” But Allison could not reply to this. The thought of going back to the dear old home, which she had believed lost to her forever ~â€" of planning for her marriage beneath it: friendly shelter, and surro 1nd- eo by familiar and well-beloved (b- jects, around which clustered so many tender memories, aroused emotions which she found it difficult. to master. Lady Bromlcy, seeing how near she was to breaking down, hastened to fill the gap. “It will be just the nicest ar- § THE MYSTEBIUUS' KEY OR, PLANNING FOR THE FUTURE. the sombre hues which she had hith- erto worn. This was something of what he read in her expressive face rangement in the world!” she said brightly, “and it is so like you to think of it, Gerald. I am sure, too, that your suggestion with reference to a wedding is the right and proâ€" .per thing to doâ€"just what your father would have wished, Allison, and I know you will be happy to be at home once more.” “Indeed, yes,” was all that the agitated girl could say; but she slipped her hand into Gerald’s, at the same time lifting to him a look which told him more plainly than words how grateful she was to have everything so delightfully arranged for her. Mrs. Pollard was advertised for the very next day, and on the sec- ond morning afterward presenter! herself in Lady Bromley’s apart- ments, where she was almost ever- come upon meeting Allison and learning what was wantcdof her In a week’s time the house was in perfect order and everything running as smoothly and methodi- cally as when Mr. Brewster was liv- ing. the only thing lacking to make the home life complete being his genial presence. Lady Bromley, however, brightened the home with her charming personality, and, throwing herself vigorously into the work before her, soon had the sat- isfaction of seeing Allison absorbed in matters pertaining to her trous- seau, to the exclusion of all that was sad or depressing. Gerald established himself in handsome lodgings nearby, where :e‘could drop in upon them when- ever he felt inclined, and every passing day only served to make life seem brighter to them all. At the end of a month cards were issued announcing the approaching marriage, and inviting a long list of friends to be present at the nup- tials and reception following. CHAPTER XXII. Mr's. Manning and her children, with whom Allison had exchanged frequent visits before leaving Bosâ€" ton, were to spend this last month with herâ€"Mr. Manning. coming lat- er in season for the weddingâ€"and Mrs. Bryant was to be the guest of Lady Bromleyduring the week pre- ceding the event. Thus time ilew, and two days previous to the wedding the house 'as full of happy, congenial peo- ple, all deeply interested in the afâ€" fairs of the lovely bride-elect, _es- pe-cially in the elegant gifts which had been pouring in thick and fast for more than a week, and in the trousseau, which Gerald had pri- vately instructed Lady Bromley must be the daintiest and nicest which her exquisite taste could suggest. On this particular afterâ€" noon, the Lyttletons, with Mr. and Mrs. Lyman, had ben invited to dine with the family, and after din- ner they were all gathered in the drawing-room, a jolly, happy comâ€" pany of twelve, when a maid en- tered, and, going to Allison, in- formed her that Mademoiselle Fro- monte, the modi-ste, had arrived witha special reception-dress which had been sent home once before, but had to be taken away again for some alterations. Mademoiâ€" selle now wished to try it on, to' be sure that it was all right before letting it go out of her hands. “Ah!” said Lady Bromley, who g had overheard the message. “I am glad it has comeâ€"now every- thing is completc. Helen, it is that lovely pearl-gray brocade with the rose trimmings that I was telling you about,” she added to Mrs. Bryant. “Oh, Allison, let me go up with you and see it tried on,” said that lady, turning eagerly to her. “I’ve seenâ€"all the rest, you know, but this will have to be packed immedi- ately, and I shall miss it other- wise.” “Why cannot we other ladies have the same privilege?” smiling- ly inquired Mrs. Lyttleton. “We all love pretty things.” “So do the gentlemen, also,” Mr. Lyman here piped up, whereupon there was a general laugh at his cxpcnsc. “Well, well! Mr. Lyman, I am surprised to find a. man (if your age so fond of girlish finery,” merrily cried Lady Bromley, who was ex- cessively amused. “Allison”â€"-â€"turn- ing gaily to herâ€"“there is but one thing for you to do; go up and let Mademoiselle Fromonte put on the mecliately. _ looked around the room in search of Allison. guest with an expression of fear and anx1ety. quired Lady Bromley. it that shocked you so '3” you faint?” . robe, then come down and give us all a look at it.” “And make a show-figure of my- self!” protested Allison, blushing. “Oh, we are all friends, and you are an object of special interest just now. Run along, dear, and let us have our way,” said Mrs. Lyman coaxingly. The fair girl tripped away with- out more ado, but twenty minutes later ‘the portieres parted again, to reveal a vision of loveliness which brought an exclamation of delight to, every lip, a look of fond admiration to every eye. Mrs. Bryant sprang forward to meet her, clasped her by the hand, and drew her forward to the cenâ€" tre of the room, directly beneath the chandelier, her delighted eyes feasting themselves upon the beauty before her. But suddenly she stopped short, her figurergrew rigid as marble, her face grew pale as death, a wild, frightened look sweeping over her features; then, with a shriek that froze the blood of every listen- e1, she threw up her hands and fell senseless into the arms of Gerald, who sprang forward to catch her. The whole company was thrown into the greatest excitement by this unequgted and alarming oc- currence. Lady Bromley fell upon her knees beside her friend, her face betraying great anxiety and distress. “What could have caused such an attack?” she murmured appre- hensively. “Open the windows, somebody, so that she may have plenty of air.” Mr. Lyttleton sprang to obey her, and throwing open a sash, the co >1 evening air swept refreshingly into the apartment, and the, unconscious woman began to revive almost imâ€" She soon sat up, and The girl was sitting at the foot of the sofa, and was regarding her It seemed to her that she could not bear to have her wed- ding marred by a single untoward event “Oh, was it all a dream?” cried Mrs. Bryant, trying to rise to her feet as her glance fell upon the young girl. “Was what a dream, Helen ’2” in- “What was \Vhy did Mrs. Bryant did not reply. Her attention seemed all concentrated upon Allison, toward whom she tot- tered weakly, and, her, clutched eagerly at something bending over upon her neck. “No, no! I did not dream it .” she cried, shivering from head to foot. look!” and holding up the object which she had seized with one hand, “Mabel! Mabel! Look! she pointed at it with the other to attract Lady Bromley’s attention. It was the golden key which was Allison’s only heritage, save that of love. Around her throat was-clasped the delicate chain with the key suâ€" spended from it. Lady Bromley went quickly to Allison toasnertain what had so excited her friend. The effect pro duced upon her as she caught sight of the gold-en key was scarcely less remarkable than that exhibited by her friend. “Heavens!” she exclaimed Wild ly and with ashcn lips, while she grasped Allison by the arm. “Where did you get it 1” he startled heart of the girl leaped into her throat at the ques- tion, and she could make no reply. She turned a troubled, appca'ing look upon Gerald, who instantly came to her side, an eager expres- sion on his face, for he believed they were on the verge of a wonderful revelation. “Lady Bromley,” he observed ravely, “I have told you, and we all know, that Allison was adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Brewster whn she was an infant. Since we. are piactically a family-party, I may safely mention the fact that sl-c was a deserted babe, found by Mrs, Brewster’s sister. That golden key was pinned upon her dress, a.'u.l.~~-" Gerald was suddenly cut short at this point by the strange behav- ior of Lady Bromley, who fell upon her knees beside Allison, and, Wind- ing her arms around her slender, graceful form, bowed her head up- on her neck and sobbed brokenly: “Found! Oh, my darling, Ihavc release from the cruel bondage in which I have lived all my life! For years I have carried a crushed and bleeding heart in my breast, for almOst a quarter of a century I have struggled .and fought with a guilty conscience.” She paused, utterly over: me, her tears flowing like rain, while Mrs. Bryant betrayed almost equal emotion. Allison, however, was strangely calm, and her face, though pale, was illumin-ed by some intense inward joy. - the statement.” found you at last! What a blessed ‘ “Gerald,” she said as she :tftcd WHM++W++++++++++ her shining eyes to him, at the same time throwing her right arm are 1 id the form of the kneeling, weepi 1g woman, “she is my mother!” Before the young man could re- spond, Mr. Lyttleton came ’0'. his sister’s side, his countenanm wear- ing a somewhat stern, but whol.y puzzled expression. “Mabel!” he exclaimed some- what- sharply. “What in the name of all that’s mysterious is the mean- ing of this strange scene and your wild utterances? You are conduct- ing yourself in the most unaccount- able manner, while there appears to be some important secret which you and Mrs. Bryant share, but which is not apparent to the rest of us. I think you would do we'l to calm yourself and give us an ex- planation.” His tone did more toward produc- ing this result than any othc: treatment could have done. Lady Bromley immediately arose and turned to confront her brother, but with an air of dignity uhich at once assured him that WlUlGV'Ol' the nature of her secret, she had it in her power to explain everything to his entire satisfaction. She did not in ve from Allison's side, however. l'he had clasped one of her hands in hers, anul now stood there clinging to it white she replied to Mr. Lyttleton. “Richarc,” she said, metlng his glance calmly, while there was a ring of gladness in her tones which he had not heard in them since her girlhood, “the secret of mom than twenty years is a secret no longer, for this dear girl is my daughter l” “Mabel, are you crazy'.” cried the startled man, and regardingr her as if he really feared that her reaâ€" son had suddenly been (let): mad “No. It is apparent that you bro thunc‘lerstruck at the revela- tion,” she returned, with a nerv- ous laugh, “but what I have told you is true, and Helen can prove W 0+++9H~ WW+H++++++++++ PASTURE FOR PIGS. The value of pasture for hogs is more generally recognized now than it ever was. Of course, its value per acre depends upon what kind of pasture it is. Clover pasture has been recognized longer as pro- fitable for this purpose than any other kind, but the coming into use more generally of alfalfa in some sections has made it a favor- ite for hog pasture at certain sea- sons. Rape is also greatly esteem- ed for hogs because it grows so rapidly, but it requires more grain feeding with it. Any of these pas- tures are valuable for hogs, for it makes them very healthful and gives them rapid growth. Swine feeding upon a pasture probably require more food than do those in yards because more energy is required in grazing than in laying around a yard. But they get more out of the food given them while in pasture than other- wise, because of the nature and likely combinations of the food and the greater" activity of the dig-es- tivc organs brought about by exer- else. The green food increases the digestive capacity ‘of young pigs and puts them in a better condi- tion for later fattening. Just what a pasture is worth is hard to say though its value per acre is known to equal from 1,500 to 3,000 pounds of feed Recent experiments with, brood sows on permanent pastures and upon some annual crops is virtually worth from 1,800 to 2,400 pounds of H shorts. But, Mabel, you have alwa's 3 said that you had no children,” her brother sternly replied. “And I spoke no falsehool, for fate and my own unpardnnable rashness conspired to rob mo of the only treasure that I ever had,” said the agitated woman, in a tone of anguish. “Eplain yourself, if you please," commanded Mr. Lyttleton. “Huff, take this chair,” he added mere gently, as he rollcdone to her side. “Sit down, everybody, while we have this remarkable den mum:- mcnt elucidated; for"â€"â€"straighten ing himself with an energetic moveâ€" ment, a swift look of triumph sweeping over his featuresâ€"“upon the proof of my sister’s assertion there hangs a fortune.” Gerald started violently at his words, and comprehended at once. that if it could be proved the: Al- lison was the daughter of Sir Charles and Lady Bromley, there would be no further difficulty about settling the long-contested an 'l com‘ plicated , “Bromley Case." The appearance of a direct heir was all that was needed to bring it to a speedy issue. . (To be continued.) v $‘4 YOUR TWO CHARACTERS. LIVE STOCK NOTES. Begin in October to get the hens in proper condition so that there will be plenty of eggs when they bring from 30 to 40 cents a dozen. Swine must be given ample exer- cise and plenty of succulent food if they are to remain healthy and vigorous. A good clover pasture should be provided, followed by peas during midsummer. In the fall rape and clover furnish good pasture. Mature animals not suck- ling young need n-othing in addition to this green food. To chick-ens we believe in giving dry grains from the start-â€"â€"pinhead oatmeal, millet, finely cracked corn and wheat. Some fine grit and charcoal should be placed where they can get at it. \Vhole corn should not be given to chickens un- til they are quite large; its heat- ing nature makes it likely to fer~ ment in their gizzards, as cornmeal will do, if eaten freely. Wheat is an excellent'feed for chickens after they are eight or ten weeks old. Every horseman knows that not one collar in 100 in daily use is a perfect fit; many will do, but a large majority of them are too wide for the neck and not adapted to the shoulders. Every horse should have his own collar to be able to do his work with comfort, and every collar should be fitted to the horse that is expected to wear it. If the collar is too long it should be cut off at the, top; 'but if too wide and not adapted to the shoulders of the horse. don’t think you must get a pad to fill in the space. Pads to the horse’s. shoulders in sum- mer are about what overshoes would be to our feetâ€"makes them tender and soft instead of firm and tough. All Greatness of Art Consists in ' These. Remember always you have two. characters in which all greatness of art consistsâ€"first the earnest and intense seizing of natural facts, then the ordering of those facts by strength of human intellect so as to make them for all who look up- on them to the utmost serviceable, remarkable and beautiful. And thus great art is nothing else than the type of strong and noble life, for, as the ignohle person in his dealings with all that occurs in the v orld about him first sees nothing clearly, looks nothing fairly in the face and then allow-s himself to be swept away by the trampling tor- rent and unescapable force of the things that he would not foresee and could not understand, so that noble person. looking the facts of the world full in the face and fath- cming them with deep faculty, then deals with them in unalarmed intel- ligence and nnhurried strength an» becomes, with his human intellect and will, no unconscious or insigni- ficant agent in consummating their good and restraining their evil. â€"â€" Ruskin. FARM NOTES. The percentage of fat in cream varies from eight to ten up to six or Seven times as much. Good com- mercial cream should have twenty per cent. or more; anything above 35 is very rich. It is all right to do all in our power to increase the price of but- ter and milk, but let us not spend so much time talking about it that we lower the grade of our products. The very best way to bring up the value of an article is to make it so good that everybody will want it. The cost of plant food depends on two main points; the actual cost, as applied to the soil, and the unavoidable waste through improâ€" per mixing of materials. In the common markets, nitrogen costs in one of the best forms (nitrogen of soda) about fifteen cents per pound when delivered on the soil; potash, also, in the best form (German pot- ash salts) costs about five cents per pound, and phosphoric acid, under like conditions (acid phosphate) about five cents per pound. By this is meant that these plant food ele- ments, bought in the form of highâ€" grade chemical fertilizers, “xv-ll cost as stated. â€"-- Livâ€"h WELL DONE. If a thing is worth doing, It is worth doing well; So all of the great poets And philosophers tell. Now, just jog your memory And upon the past dwell; Whenever you’ve been done, sir, Haven’t you been done well? He-“Yes, I’m willing to admit that women have much better com- plexions than men.” Sheâ€"“Natur- ally.” Heâ€"“No, artificially." f. The ram. ,_,_,___. ~ 3. -.. k mesa ...v soup _ _ -__.-._ _. M..â€"