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His Holiness Pope Boniface bad deserted the falling cause of Ye- rona; thero was nothing to be fear- :9? ed and little to be gained from Mastino della Scala, the Duke of ‘Miltm had offered his aid against .the rebellious Florentines, and many bribes. besides, and to-day "had seen the new league between the powerful tyrant of Lombardy l and His Holiness publicly ratified. if: “I: know you never raised a, hand} yr, “fave them-d know I love him l"i i ”xGrafziasa. l 'Do. tloss," smiled Valentine Ewith :gli,ti1irp'1'i'sui; does he lo-o you? W r hiis so stained with crime 1 di than: to touch his hand. W _ d such a, man Iov.tr---o-ou'l" "Some tales I have heard, but now I know them false," said Graziosa, white and, trembling. "And I will hear no more," ' "She thinks he loves her I” mur- mured Valentine. "She think-s Gian Viseoriti loves herl' Graziosa was as new hate as wasl possible for her; her heart was too} full foe a. reply, she called iii? 1fidies and turned away. But Val- entine followed, and laid her handl on her shoulder with what seemed a loving gesture. "Tell Gian what I have said," she whispered. “It will be an ot- flee to suit you, traitvess!" and with a, smile she turned away. l Graziosa walked slowly towards 7 _ wet. he Lady Valentine is not a gay ~00mpanlion today,” remarked one of her attendants. "No," said Graziosa dully. She thought of her father with .a sudden yearning; she had always turned to Ifrn in her little troubles, she felt uneasy about him with a. sudden wave of homesickness. "Can it“ (HM w----------"" t)] , “C6835 35+ 4 m +0+ tl if 31 if m AY tg - a I . But the next moment she calmed herself. She thought of Visconti leaning over his cathedral, of his hand in hers, of his earnest voice --arld she had his word for her fa- ther's safety. Smiling to herself, she mounted the steps to her gorgeous dwelling, anade splendid by Visconti’s love. "My father! We shall be happy together again yet!” And she laughed and kissed the roses Gian had kissed, and the sun seemed bright again. . . . ' "r"i'JiGUjirr She cried, in her heart, "Can I live this life and. forg,eei", his heart. Valentine Visconti was' praying in the Church of San' Apollinare. It 13110041 some way from the Visconti palace, a magnificent building, rich with the Duke's gifts. But Agnolo Vistarnini lay in the little chapel, of Santa Maria, Nuo-. Iva, near to {he western gate, with tapers burning at his head and feet, and five sword-thrusts through That morning thanksgiving rose from every church in Milan ; from the palace to the hut, all showed some sign of rejoicing. The Duke had ordered public processions and thanksgiving, and none dared dis- obey. T _ -- From Rome Visc-hnti hid nothing more to fear, Mastino nothing more to_hope. _ , _ ' The country round Padua, was Irisconti's too; Cologna, which he had always held, the great seaport of Chiogga, Mestre and Lovigo, be- trayed by C.aryrry,, , -- "-I - -‘ v Bassano had fallen, and now Jleggio ; them was cause for thanks- g1v1ng 1n Milam. _ a . . n I wr T I , _ L - I As a last triumph, Valentine had/ been sent to offer up prayers and gifts for her brother's success. She was guard-ed on her errand, prac- tically a prisoner. Soldiers stood hat every door of the church, and a mounted escort waited without to conduct her back. She was on her knees before the blazing altar, her head low over her missal, but was not offering thanks to heaven for Gian's victoriesm . . , She thought of Graziosa with angry hate. But for that girl, Del- la, Seala had been in Milan, and Count Conrad with him -__ and in reward for her treachery Graaiosa was to queen it over her! Visconti delighted to flaunt her with her at every turn. That morning Visconti had told her the war was drawing to a close, --scaid it with much meaning, and promised her, smiling, Count Con- rad's head as a wedding gift. He had been closeted long with Gian- motto; strangely elated he had seemed. and Valentine shudder- ungly wondered What; was in the i4ir"ri"i'et' 3&9an !HAPTER XXV.--(Ckrxt'd) Tht Page of I)isl1(nor; That there was something she knew full well; Visco-nti was hatch- ing' some stroke that would com- plete Della, Scala‘s ruin. For some days she had seen his purpose in his face, and to-day the alliance with the Pope confirmed it. She did ndt greatly care, she was CHAPTER XXVI. Or, The Lord at Verona’s Disappointment a----------"""""""?"."?".". --" a 'tyit:i+)g+)t1f'ft Fri 'r""i:7"GriEiro4ir+rh" boo crushed with her own failures to care much for the failure of an- other. She felt, sorry for Isotta d'Este, and bitter towards Count Conrad. "But were I either of them, Prince Mastino CE Count Cnnrad," she thought in hot anger, “I would not live to grace Vi-sconti's tri- umph.” _ ' ,_ . . , “My-.. Theitrund of bells penetrated ', even into the hushed interior of the . church. As the service ended and _ V alontiuo rose to her feet, she ' heard them burst into wild music; ' the dim, inoensod air seemed trou- bled by their triumphant, throh, the _ gold tapestry to shake with it. "Is it another victory?” mur- mured Valentine. The church had emptied, she was alone in it save tor two ladies kneeling motionless. The monks swept; out, with a, swinging of incense and a low [chanting Only one remained, put- ting out candles about the altar. Valentine. closed har inissal and turned to leave. The Sun was otroaming {through the gold and opal window in a, dazzling shaft " light, it fell over her face and blind-1 ed her for a, second. The next, she looked round to see the solitary monk behind her. Bic, head was hidden in his cowl. his arms fold- ed. ho passed her wit,houClooking I up. "Count Conrad is in Milan," he said, under his breath, and silent- l ly _an-d swiftly he was gone. -- _ _ , ,, T 1:__:.,._ D1,." ll nde The thought was grateful to her sore. angry heart. She had not much confides1oe in Count Conrad's skill nor his chances of success- still, he was in Milan, he cared enough to have risked that, and she could wait. After the dim church the sun was blinding, the crash of the bells deaf- ening. Valentine mounted her horse with a throbbing heart; that whisper in the church had given her Lew life. _ drop even thevrngiroere unnoticed. She was riding the streets of Milan as her brother's trophy, as his prison- hiri,Uiiiii, formed up either side, behind and before; it would not have been possible " her to er; every one of those who bowed so humbly to her as she passed, every peasant her guards thrust back from her path, was freer than she San' Apollinare was far from the palace, and for that reason Tris- conti had chosen it. All Milan should see her ride to offer thankd- givipg for his victories. '14 slVlllB COL All” --Vyv__v-. "Surely there is more good news," said Costanza, as they crossed the bridge that spanned the canal; "the air is full of. rejoicing, and I have seen many messengers spur past.” __ - . . I L‘ALL .,,,A Valentine set her teeth, an0 looked between the spears of her escort at the bright blue water be- neath them. All the craft that Cov- ered its surface were gay with flags, its depth reflected buildings hung with the banners of the. Viper. “It fills the very air we breathe," shuddered Valentine, “the shadow of the Viper.” Costanza, glanced at her. "I must confess,” she replied, "I should be proud an it were my hearing. To be a Visoonti on such a day as this would please me well; and though I am your friend, madam, I must say it." "As do all the others," said Val-‘ entine, bitterly. "You are blinded by splendor and power-you see no deeper than the skin 1” "Maybe," said the other lightly. "Yet am I glad the Duke hath triumphed, and not Mastino della Scale, who is as sullen as a, pea- sant, and a foe to all display." "And his wife?" asked Valentine in a low tone. "Have you no thought for her l" . , , Costanza, shrugged her shoul- ders. “Methinks I have done much to show I have! But she is a prisoner of war, and must take her chances like another. Were it the Visconti’s wife in such a, case-she would not be a prisoner long! Let Mastino della Scale tear her from his foe himself-let him do as Visconti did when the Lady Graziosa, was in danger." "Hold thy tongue," returned Valentine angrily. "You talk as a child-you know not what you say” _ “I only know this ,” retorted the other, “I would I were the Lady Graziosa," Mid she looked defiant- 13"th Yiseontrs angry sister. her shoul- They rode in silence till, at tho turn of the street, another splem- did Cavalcade crossed theirs, It was tho Lady Graziosa, and her suite. Tisio Visconti and d’Orleana were in attendance; she rode a white palfrey. white palfrey. The sun lay tenderly in her soft hair; hor green dress was covered with pearls, and round her throat she wore the emeralds Visconti had promised his sister, the first jewels in Italy, robbed from Della Scala. Valentine noticed them, she noticed Graziosa's happy face, the joy she took in the homage paid her, in Viseonti's 81100358 that NO galrod her, Visoonti's sister, and a sudden purpose wee in her eyes. She smiled ‘sweetly on Gra.ziosa, and rode up to d'Orleovrrs; the Frenchman remarkcd with pleasure how she outshone the Duke's bo- trothed. The deep blue of her vel.. - - .. --- an _I'F?r shame, Costanza," said v alentine, ' 'Remember yourself. I' llUl/Htu. AAIV “”VI‘ _"-" vet robe made her skin appear of dazzling' fairness, her hair was like burnished gold, her mouth like a, red flower, butler eyes, for all her smile, ws dangerous as Gian Maria's could be, as mad, almost as wicked. ' _ , I tt -c, db " l‘bAw» "We are well met, my lord,” she said, smiling. "Have there been even greater vi.:,torios?" “I know not, lady; they say something of Lueca uirving fallen," returned d'Orleins. "I have been escorting the Lady Graziostr to view the new church --- by the Duke's orders" ; he added in a. lower tone, “could I have chosen my tyompan- ion, it had not been she." Valentine listened with downcast eyes, playing with tho rubies at her wrist. Her esAso,re was grouped, about her, and Costanza, glanced at her curling lips with some mis- "rust. . . "The Lady Grazicusa is happier and fair today,” she whispered to her companion, and Valentine over- heard and smiled the more. "And my brother, the Duke?” she asked. N -r "I have not wen the Duke all day," replied the ', Frenchman! "There, is talk of an embassy to the cnemy--eonfusjon and crowds---" "You have been riding Milan to sec the rcioicings?", interrupted ,Tralentine, and she raised her eyes to Graziosa, once-the glance was not pieasant-rthen she fell to play-' ing with her braeelet again. "Yes," said Graziosa, innocently. "My lord bade me ride to the new church." She was very happy, and affee- tion welled up in her 'tender heart, even'Hor the woman who had used her so cruelly-for she was Gian's I sister. With a timid gesture she held out her little hand to 'ralentino. "Will you not ride back beside me?” she asked, plardirrgly. But Valentine ignored her hand and her request. "Have you visited any other churches in your ride?” she asked, i "What other church in Milan' should interest the Lady Grazi- osay' askoa d’Orlveans wearily, fearing to be sent back on some dis- tasteful journey. “I did not know-l thought there ‘might be one-Santa Maria, close to the western gate." And Valentine looked straight at Graziosa, who paled beneath her tone. -ve _ . n” “How should that interest me?" she ialtered. Uostanza put her hand on Valcn tine's sleeve. . l . A] blue D 'Ditzuvu. "Have a, care,” she whispared. "Not before them all, madam, for pity's sake?” _ - ‘1' ,', “:~“n- +nnjr ran PIU.’ L) U‘Wh>v . But Visconti's sister took heed; she gathered up her 1': and signed to her escort to IE U11. "Of course," she said, "why should it interest thee 'l-there is nothing there-He is only a small, mean church, where a poor, ob- scure traitor lies on his bier." She looked round the startled faces with a bitter scorn on her own, "Who has heard of him 1--one Ag- nolo Vistarnini--killed by the Duke's orders, killed by thy lover's orders in the very hour that ye be- trayed him to him, Graziosa, Vis- tarninil" 7 T ' , n --- " bull nun i She flung her words at her as if} they had been knives, and if they had been they could not have been more deadly. Without a word, her: hand catching at her throat, Gra- ziosa. sank from her horse, the scene in an instant one of confusion. "Dieul what have you done!" cried d'Orlea,ns, springing from the saddle and raising Graziosa. "Who will answer for this r' l “She will not die of it,” said U'olnnfinn sahrnfullv. "She will “She will not die of it,” said Valentine, sccrnfully. "She will take care to live---to be Duchess of Milan.” "Oh, shame! shame!" oiri,t,fl Cos L‘LLLQ‘LA. "Oh, shame! shame!" cried Cos tanza, and several echoed the cry, "'Twas no gamble act," said d'orleaws, lifting Graziosa, "and heaven save you now, Princess!” "And our heads may have to pay for it," grumbled the ofhcer who led Graziosa's escort. "Men, see the Prineess-doos not escape, or there will no one of us live, to save ourselves . ' l _ .., . , 1L, Th.,'..., ouyl'wlvcm. "Shame! shame I” said the Duke again, as Graaioss, white as death, was laid in a. litter. "You have done a mad thing l” And tho whole fluttering eavakado whirled in startled confusion towards the par- lace. Valentine looked after them, and there WM no remorse in her tam. “You must angwor to the Duke - .I 7, --a,.- ' “M tho offioor, for 1iii2,GsGium/ me?" 1' e1 ns mov e ofhoer, -r+o+o+t:r+tr+o+o+o+AY 'r-o-o-o-cs" 0 DIDN'T WANT EDUCATION. U In the great effort that the forces P of agricultural education are put,- I ting forth in many ways to get T farmers to see how and why they V should become better farmers the principal reason advanced for the 1 change is larger revenue. But the man who resists this teaching or l will have none of it is so blind that ( he cannot even see the increased l profit. One of the men who took a t cow census gave the following in- l cident which illustrates how stupid- , ly blind some men are y-- ' He found a farmer with a herd of ' ‘sixteen cows, the milk of which he lwas taking to a creamery. Actually} lhe did not get money enough from his cows to pay for their keeping, and he lost about 88 a head. With- in a quarter of a mile of this man was another farmer, a patron of the same Creamery, whose herd of nine- teen cows paid a, profit, above the cost of keeping of $17 each. The difference between those two men was one man’s loss added to the other's profit, or a difference of $25 a cow for the poor herd. I did all I could to arouse the dull man to a sense of the situation he was in and showed him the flguress relating tol ' the more successful farmer. This" . seemed to anger him and he said_it y was "all false," and he knew it. l Bo slow and sunken was this man's . mind that he had never had a dairy or agricultural paper in his house. . That showed clearly the amount of y brains he was bringing to bear on _ his work. He boasted to the census- taker that he had got all he had I without any of this "bloomed fool education." _ There are, plenty of just such men today keeping cows and wondering why they cannot get along better than they do.---rIoard/s Dairyman. LIVE STOCK NOTES. Sheep dread hard, cold rains. Not half the farmers of this country give them any shelter from such storms. If a poultryman has a good strain of a good breed, has a comfortable house for them, and give the proper care, success will surely -rtssult. Failures are due to the lack of some or all. of the above. If one seeks a bull for the special purpose of butter making from the heifers raised from him, only such as have been bred for scevesrargeat- erations from the best butter cows and bulls selected from such cows will be likely to meet the wants of the breeder. So also if beef or milk for the market is the special object sought. " .1 I ,, n TL 1... WWW '"'""LD""" Why not work the bulls? It is no wonder that bulls so often be, come vicious. Tlrthaye nothing to do but to study deviltry. For some inexplicable reason, they are' considered too good for any sort oi labor. In this age of rapidly doing things, we do not expect to see an increase of the use, of oxen on the farm. But we have the bulls, and if working them will make them more harmless, why not put them under the yoke? " _.. " ' ' I,._.1 L, vllhr am”. The quantity of food required to keep an animal in a healthy state of progression bears a certain ratio to the live weight of the animal; two pounds to two and a half pounds) of dry food for each J00 pounds oil live weight. Exposure, irritation, and the introduction of large quan- tities of cold water into the system entail a waste of food. Care should be exercised in the selection of foods, which should contain, as near as possible, the proper quantities of %ysh-formers and heat-producers; a, large excess of either entails a cor- responding loss. It is not sound practice to pass a large quantity of expensive foods through an animal for the purpose of enriching the soil Interesting Gossip About Some Prominent People. Considered either from the stand- point of age or duration of reign, the Emperor Francis Joseph holds the record among the rulers of civi- lized countries. Born in 1830, he succeeded his uncle on the latter's (hl the Farm yuxuu UL '"'ttt" V- 'PW-e--" -- the Emperor Francis Joseph holds the record among the rulers of civi- lized countries. Born in 1830, he succeeded his uncle on the latter's abdication in 1848, and became King of Hungary nineteen years later. The wire-haired tox-terror Caesar, which accompanies King Edward on nearly all his travels, and whose collar in graven words proclaims: "I am Caesar. I belong to the King," joined his Majesty's en- "and at ones" She turned her horse slowly, and at a quiet pace rode towards the Visconti palace. Costanza, began to weep. "Nothing can save you now, trus- tress--why did you do it? Oh, why !” "Count Conrad is in Milan!" was Valentine’s answer to herself; and to Costanza. she said, coldly, "Do not fear for me. I am too valuable to be meddled with. Evan a. Visconti would not dare to slay his sister before the Frenehman'as was." i (To be continued.) PERSONAL PARA GRAPES tourage five years ago, on the death‘ of his celebrated predecessor Jack.) He had hardly been a. week in the Royal Household when he received a drubbing from an irritable old lady in Paris, where the King was visiting. Caesar, while roaming the Tuileries Gardens, "went for" the old lady's French poodle, whose owner sharply retaliated with her umbrella. "It is the King's dog)" exclaimel a horrified ofhcisl. "The King's dog, is it?" retorted the peppery old lady, flourishing her weapon more ferociously than ever. ' then so much the worse for the Kin g The famous Russian Dr. Zaharin, 1 who has died in Moscow and (lil:',,), over $1,000,000, was noted for his 1 eccentric methods, When s,s,iiii/orii/ ed to attend Czar Alexander III. in his latest illness, Dr. Zaharin re-l quired the same preparations for his visit to the Palace as to any of his patients' homes. That is to say, all dogs had to be kept out of his way, all clocks stopped, and every door thrown wide open. He left his Hurs in the hall, his overcoat in the next room, his goloshes in the third, and, continuing, arrived at the bed- side in ordiary indoor costume. Hei sat down after walking every few yards, and every eight steps in go- ing upstairs. From the patient's relatives, and everyone else in the house, he required absolute silence until he spoke to them, when his questions had to be answered by "Yes" or "No," and nothing more. The following story connected With this nickname, which was bestowed upon the Kaiser, is told. Some l years ago the German Emperor was o'""'""' war v--â€" me - - in the habit of steammg up and) down the River Spree on board a borpedo-boat. [bout this period His Majesty dined with the Life Guards at Berlin, and after dinner the offioers began to call each other by their nicknames. The Emperor, who was sitting among the older officers, suddenly askei, "And pray what is my nickname among the corps?" There wad a moment's con- sterhation; then a colonel got up and, with a polite bow, replied, “I ‘can answer for the fact that among \the older ofheers your Majesty has no nickname.” Ihit, dylomatic rgplihgiidniot satisfy the Emperor, who forthwith sent for a sprightly young lieutenant, and said, "I com- .. _ . vr 1,,L -1,1____.,,. JV-~o - _ _ ' mand you to tell me. what nickname has been given to me by you and your brother officers." "ls it, a command, your Majesty?" asked the officer, with twinkling eye. "terr-well, thell; your nickname is 'Gonflola WiuitC." e _ Here is a remarkable story con- trr g g is', im a: B B' , it' 1% S in .5 1e . , tl a, , a , 5:. & . , tt 'a ld M " m ie . I k 18 Irkl iN B tt is E, M J . , , bt 1’ , B I , I: = IE V MI ‘ I THE PRINCIPAL CLAIMS---------- 73 West Adelaide Street, Toronto, Canada. Inc Daimler Motor C0.,(1904) Ltd. COVENTRY, ENGLAND. 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A few days after Birdwood had undertaken the investigation he met the young nobleman at din- ner at the Governor's house. The table decorations of orchids suggest- iei a conversational opening, and ‘Birdwood's praise drew from the )yonng npblyyan sitting opposite Jumw =.brei'_.-"-_i_eW-» W A- "You should see the Amherst/1'3 nobilis in its native woods, sir.” It was a fatal remark. "You come from Rangoon, then 1" instantly ex- claimed Birdwood. The pale face,' the silence that followed the re- mark, the request; of the young man that he might leave the table, all, prepared the Governor and the com- pany for the subsequent discovery that the young man had absconded lffom Rangoon with public funds. Sailors Fight With Knives on Wrecked Vessel. The history of the voyage of the barque Eaton Hall, from New- castle, England, to Valparaiso, reads like a chapter in a sensation- al book of adventure. The vessel experienced a suecetr- sion of violent storms, which en- tirely disabled her, and then, to add to the troubles of the captain and the officers, a serious disturb- ance took place gmong the sailors‘ At the time the ship had been drifting for seven weeks a helpless 1.» reek on the ocean, and while pre- parations were being made to abandon her, some of the crew stole liquor from the cabin and quarreled. It. was not long before a fight was in progress. Knives were freely used, with the result that one man was killed and two others wounded. A small steamer came to the Tres- sel's aid eighty-two miles from Ta- hiti, and agreed to tow her to Ta- hiti for 2600. These services were accepted, and the Eaton Hall was towed to Tahiti, where the seaman, who is alleged to have killed his mate, was handed over to the au- thorities. . . HIGH SEAS TRAGEDY.