The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

Every Leal is of Virgin Quality Sealed Packets Only. Never in Bulk. Black, Mixed or Green, - Between Cousins; OR, A DECLARATION OF WAR. ; \ E217 - { ld} PART 1 CHAPTER L ATternoon in the slate-quarries. As John M'Donnell stood up, in his hand the "jumper" with which he had been at work upon a blasting-hole, he looked round at a scene familiar to his eyes since life itself was familiar. 5 its own, this| amphitheatre of dark-grey rock, clos- Once across the threshold of the wooden entrance- A small world of ing almost to a circle. A Thorough mixing is what makes cake delicate and tender makesthebest cake be- causeit creams quickly and thoroughly with the butter which is the hardest part ofthe mix- ing. Its purity and extra "fine" granula- tion make it dissolve at onee. 2 and 5-1b. Cartons 10 and 20-lb. Bags 4 "The All-Purpose Sugar" asses gate, everything that was not slate lost infallibly in significance, At first sight, and despite the smoking chim- ney of the engine-house, despite a crawling line of trucks upon the rails, the place looks sp Tittle alive that the clattering and chipping sound which fills the air calls for explanation. It |requires an expert eye instantly to | pick out the grey figures against the face of the grey cliff--at times hang- ing from ropes, at other times astride upon iron pegs, or seemingly glued to inaccessible ledges. The place is, in fact, a human ant-hill, and that mo- notonous "chip, chip". the only audible voice of those creeping, sprawling, dangling creatures. . John M'Donnell had no need to strain his eyes after those figures op the cliff; nor. would his head have swum at the end of any of those dangling ropes, or on the extreme edge of the abyss, into which the heart of the amphitheatre abruptly descend- ed, and in the depths of which a min- iature lake of dark-green water mark- ed the base of the oldest working in the quarry. Man and boy, he had known it all for close upon a quarter of a century; just as his fathers be- fore him, and the fathers of all his fellow-workers had known it for a space of two centuries - back--ever since a certain memorable and bloody day in the annals of the M'Donnells, which, with one fell swoo~, had put an end to the original industry of an en- terprising clan. The name of that industry Superfluous® question, surely! In view of those trackless hillsides, of those yawning chasms-- natural fortresses inaccessible to all but the initiated, and requiring no more than a stout tree-trunk to bar out an army--in view of women hun- gering for bread, and men thirsting for adventure, what else could that in- dustry be but the picturesque and time-honored one of "cattle-lifting" ? The neighbors had borne much; yet there dawned the day when they would bear no more; and upon that day the wrongs of several generations had been washed in the blood of the M'Donnells--but not washed clean-- since in what is sufficiently described as "The Massacre," pure and simple, treachery grinned broadly behind the political mask donned for the occasion. It was that memorable moment which gave birth to the Ardlock slate- quarries. The "lifting" game was played out, clearly, and some sub- stitute more in accordance with the Eat oe but for the cu | rose bush, which, laden with scarlet t » Instea down to 1 thing. their fallen the M'Donnells, born philosophers as they were, set about their new busi-| John M'Donnell had, like every almost literally brought 1 Lo nl n ng a alwe picking bits out rf the rubbish trucks on the bank; and before he was eigh- teen the proud moment of inclusion in a quarryman. Looking round now at. the scene of past labors, his mild brown eyes vis- bly yearned. Over the rock passed--the y rock, stained wi the yellow of iron, speckled with the white of quartz--over a solitary dog- hips, stooped over the abyss,--past that to the' smoking engine-house, to the grimy smithy--objects not beauti- ful in themselves, but each with a tongue for his ear,--further out yet, through the rickety gates to where beauty indeed lay even on this damp ith 'all the - energy t BE a aha. Suergy ther} for a couple of miles ari , been | a "crew" had lifted him to'the level of / broader, heavier, duller, and a! er more everyday-looking: : "How many more minutes the whistle? "inquired John, between the strokes, breathing equally but deeply. "About 1 reckon. We'll ready for the blast." A little old man, with a face almost as white and woolly as a lamb's, look-| was thickened with ground bread ed op from the blocks he was busy with. "Arm aching, eh?" he inquired, with and heavy October day; jn the grey gleam of the salt-water loch alive with 'the ever-restless sea-birds, and so like in feature to an inland lake! that the border of seaweed at low tide came almost as a surprise; in the background of mountain and cloud,' intimately interwoven, and so near akin in their misty tints as to leave the eye hesitating between rock and vapour,--and against that background the firs of the Burial Island on which slept his fathers, looming like some- thing not quite real. Upon all these things did John M'Donnell look with eyes in which a farewell stood plainly, written. | After a moment he turned back to his companions. "The hammer," he sald, and the Gaelic sat softly upon his tongue. "Let me have a turn at the hammer, Adam. I've handled all the tools but it to- day, and I've a mind for feeling it once more between my fingers." { Taking the "jumper" in exchange for the hammer, Adam sat dcwn in front of the half-bored hole. Be-! side him John M'Donnell swung the' ponderous instrument high above his) head, bringing it down with clock-| work precision upon the top of the metal borer. alf-an<inch to the right or to the left would ingvitably result in maimed fingers of "a split, skull; but neither the man-who wield. | ed 'the hammer, nor the one who held' the jumper, moving it about delicately between the strokes in order to re- gulate the shape of the hole, seemed even to glance at such a contingency. Drawn thus to his full stature, and despite his dirty white duck trousers and much-worn corduroy waistcoat, John M'Donnell was a picture. His shoulders, indeed, were not broad en- ough for his height, and his dark-red head might be ySEproportionately small for both height and breadth, but the straightness of the features, the fairness of that Dattienlagy in of skin which never tans, and, ve all, the luminous brown of the eye, made of that head alone a small and strik- ing masterpiece. Outside the quarry his eyes had that peculiarly indefinite gaze which makes even the person on whom they are fixed wonder whether he is being looked at or only looked through; but let his hand but touch an instrument and the dove-like eyes became those of an eagle. As he a defective grin. "Supposing you ass on the cup, or let it be--hammer, i, hi!" and he stretched a hairy paw in John's direction. But a freckled lad, angular and solemn, came between. If the ham- mer were to change hands, it was into his it must go, he declared. He not had his turn to-day. In the man-| ner of both last speakers there pierc- ed a suggestion of anxiety. One of them was aware of being there on suf- ferance, the other of being there on trial. ~~ This was Willie Robson's first inclusion in a "crew," and presumably Tim M'Laren's last, since workers, however experienced, whose hands have begun to tremble, are no longer sought after as partners. Hence the burning anxiety of the one to prove himself up to his work, and the equal anxiety of the other to show himself not beyond it. Hence, also, the ostentatious: jocularity and the arti- ficial solemnity. he trustworthi- ness of age was what the lad aimed at--in appearance; the lighthearten- edness--and, by implication, the ro- bustness--aof youth was what the old man labored tp display. . The time be or so of dri * Vegetable Water Soup. The basis was water in which a8 small cauliflower had been boiled, and |: the cauliflower, a dash of pepper, al' thought of prepared spice, a spoorful ed (celery tops, about a table spoonful of left-over gravy and. a scrap of fried onion. The whole crumbs from a gem jar, which is con stantly replenished with all left-over crusts and crumbs. which contained some of the best pro- {which perties of the vegetable, a scrap of in?" wo haye sold from the be! Bruce's Nosegay 266. postpaid. 6 separate colon ¢. Pos! Asters--G6 separate a2 £3 \0=S yz ou EY |) for going back to the rubbish-heaps| FP on the bank (whence Willie had late- ly come) might by such means be staved off a little longer; for on that bank both infantile and palsied hands worked side by side. The rubbish- bank was at once a schoolroom and a nupsery for second childhood. To re- turn to it--sometimes after an inter- val of fifty years--was equivalent to being laid on the shelf. John M'Donnell shook his head smil- ingly at both candidatés, and continu- ed his clockwork strokes. J When the steam whistle sounded, all was ready. John, having pat the match to the long twist of saltpetre- impregnated paper which was to fire the blast, was the last to. gain the shelter of the rough bothy, piled to- gethar of slate refuse." Close to the entrance he crouched down, where he could wateh the face of the cliff op- posite, yet acutely aware of the other three pairs of eyes beside him. In the "working" there had been no leisure for deSultory conversation; but here was an enforced pause. and from the pehgonal remarks impending, he knew there was no escape. (To be continued). goeds - and low-- Collection Agent--"Ts the boss ~~ Proud Father--¢ asleep up-stairs in his It is not worth while The water in|self to death to make a living, ry CI TIED " \) ¥ = L 1 CESS m Sowing pox:T waste your efforts and time on see, A questionable quality. Buy Bruce's. For 6 ped h year made satisfied Customers, Insure the success of your garden by selecting Sweet Peas--6 te colors-- 8 Tall or Dwarf Collection 'Nasturtitim tpaid. lors--25¢. postpaid. Bruce's Garden Seeds Try them. Splendid varieties Empire Clans a i Rr oh . ( . Re (re 3 = Sa cra um Collection 'Write to-day for handsomely illustrated catalogue of Ve Flower - Poultry Supplies, ete., JOHN A. BRUCE & Farm and nd Bulbs, CO. Limited E Hamilton 00 per Month Se, Pay $1.10 a 3/4 Mioiman par day - ree Kit. Experienced men from 38 to 45, end boys re Known Everywhere PARKER SERVICE wy. lad | pas Available Everywhere Just because there is not a "Parker" Agency near ou is no reason why you should do without *'Parker ervice." The excellence of our work is so well known that it need only be mentioned here. But the convenience of our service by mail to distant customers is not. Articles of any sort can be sent us either by parcels same manner. way. safety jn transit. or express, and returned in the e pay the carriage charges one Every precaution is taken to ensure their So many things can be "rescued" by cleaning or dyc- ing that'the value of this service will be apparent to everyone. When you think of cleaning or dyeing, think of PARKER'S. Send for a FREE copy of our useful and interesting book on cleaning and dyeing. | Be sure to address your parcel clearly to receiving dept. PARKER'S DYE WORKS, LIMITED 791 YONGE ST. - TORONTO ® Doctor Tells How To Strengthen = Eyesight 50 per cent In One Week's Time In Many Instances A Free Prescription You Can Have Filled and Use at Home. | London--De you wear glasses? Are ctim of eye strain or thor eye to know that of | of ever getNng glasses, tro man; iellntag the may be wo: uly Benen by tions to any active ihe tle ly of a eyes clear up perceptibly inflammation will Loo '| level teaspoon of salt. , | dough out to a "{ ness, cut into. diamond or - | shapes, and bake in a Hot Cakes For Tea. Oven Scones--Two pounds flour, two teaspoonfuls of baking powder, three ounces shortening, two ounces sugar, two ounces currants, one egg, one pint sour milk, pinch of salt. Rub the shortening into the flour and bak- ing powder, which have been sifted to- gether; then add the salt, sugar, cur- ants, well-beaten egg and milk. Stir into a soft dough that will not stick to the hands and divide into four pieces. Roll each into a bull, then flatten out into a round cake about an inch thick. Cut cross into four triangles, thus making sixteen scores. When risen in the oven and partly baked brush over with beaten egg, or water; dust with powdered or granulated sugar and finish the baking. These take a lit- tle more than half an hour to cook as a rule and should be split while hot and buttered. Serve at once. They can, however, be reheated or eaten cold.: : Cream Scones.--Sift together two level cups of flour, three level tea- spoons of baking powder and half Add % cup of butter and work into the flour thoroughly with the finger tips, or cut in with two knives. Beat two eggs slowly to the flour, mixing with a knife to a dough. Lightly roll the ut % inch in thick- r triangular a hot oven twelve to Mix the ingredients to a soft dou roll out to a half inch thick and well, add % cup of cream, and add [take a pound or more of the dough | shallow round tins, and butter hot as or milk, one small teaspoonful of soda, one small teaspoonful of cream of tar- tar. Mix all the dry ingredients to- gether and add enough butermilk to make a light dough, which should be turned on to a floured board and quickly kneaded until it is smooth. Press the dough into a round cake and divide crosswise into scones, which should not be much more than a quar- ter of an inch in thickness. Bake the scones in a quick oven, then split them open, butter and serve. /The Scones may be cooked on a griddle, sand if this. is done they should be turned once. * Soda Muffins.--Two cups of flour, two teaspoonfuls of cream of tartar, one teaspoonful of soda, half pint of warm milk, one tablespoonful of oil- ed butter, one tablespoonful of sugar, pinch of salt, one egg. Beat the egg| lightly, yolk and white separately, add the warm milk, salt, sugar and oiled butter. - Take the flour and mix into it the cream of tartar, soda and the other ingredients; stir into a smooth soft dough, Bake in the oven in smal round tins, well greased, or in sponge- cake tins; cook from twenty to thirty minutes. Split open and butter hot. Plain Tea Cakes.--When bread is baked at home it is a good plan to after it has risen and rub into it two ounces. of butter, lard, or even drip- ping, and perhaps a beaten egg; then great-hear! eave it to rise again, '"Then bake in] soon as it comes from the oven, 'or keep for another day, toast brown| . and butter. seen "Apple Cake.--One pound of flo six ounces of lard, one baking powder, three ounces sugar and six 8. THAN EVER « Neutral pfotests do not prevent the Germans from continuing the deportation and enslaves ment of the able-bodied men who were left in) * unhappy Belgium--and we are powerless to stop it until we have won the war. Meanwhile the Neutral Commission for 2 DEPORTATION OF BELGIAN + MEN LEAVES WOMEN AND CHILDREN MORE HELPLESS - Relief in Belgium, admisistered without pay by ¢ Americans, is saving' the women i from starvation. Here we CAN _ help promptly and. effectively, by giving gene~ rously to the Belgian Relief Fund... ~~. More contributions than ever are needed, because the higher prices of ft , parti cularly wheat, have seriously increased of feeding these millions of Belgian: