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T2 es Probably I make a mistake in credâ€" iting each mare with a colt every year; so it is safer to say that countâ€" ing for accidents a mare should averâ€" age two colts every three years. _It would be rather a hard matter ~to say just what product she will give her owner each year of her workâ€" ing and breeding life. So much deâ€" pends on her quality and especially upon her capacity as a sure breeder and likewise as a good mother. From then until he is four years old he should earn his feedâ€"say $750 a yearâ€"and give a profit of $25 per year, although $50 would be nearer the mark. At four years of age he should be worth $200, judging from the way wellâ€"bred, wellâ€"broken and wellâ€"kept horses are now selling. We will say that a breeder is lucky enough to have raised a pair of fourâ€" yearsâ€"olds, sound, good lookers, By next spring he should be worth $75 and at two years old should bring $100 to $125. Now he can be put to work. The colt has cost $25 at birth and at weaning time, four months later, he should be worth, if a good indiâ€" vidual and a good grade, say $40. Say that a farmer has bought a mare in January for $150.. She is five years old and he breeds her in March. The stud fee is $25, but the money is not due unless the mare proves to be in foal. The practical horse breeder and the farmer of experience is well aware of these facts and one will often be surâ€" prised to see farmers keep breeding mares that to the uninitiated appear to be indifferent specimens. Mares, like cows, differ greatly in their flow of milk and many times a mediumâ€"sized animal with heavy milkâ€" flow capacity will raise a bigger and better colt than a much larger aniâ€" mal whose milk flow is insufficient. These youngsters are increasing in value and as they are yearlings now will help to make their living next season as two year olds. The brood mares have also done much farm and road work. a nice promising colt that bids fair to develop into a good saleable horse later on. When the active working season on the farm will Have a little letâ€"up, the farmer can have a moment to spare to ascertain of what value his brood mares have been. He will remember, in the first place that they have each given birth this season and havg raised to weaning age 4 | § [ & 320| _[Hellam‘s Trappers Gulde" Aftnhrnrtrefzalis~(en â€" English or French, 06 pages P {:‘?R*‘fi CYRA tellshow find where to trap An® a %a 4 4 BB and other valuable Intormaâ€" es @234 tlon for the trapper " RaW fi'": ma B N ® H @wÂ¥ Price L‘st" "Fur Siyle Book S & 8 . étp [§] tibeautifol fur sots and gar. is " B AG CS ments, also "T_rapEars and ""=*~* 4eSS>" . cuortemen‘s SUpp‘y CatdlO¢‘ Guns, Traps, Animal Balt, Fish Nets, eto. at lowest prlces, miliilustrated. Sent FREE. Address, The Brood Mare on the Farm. Af The Syrup of a Huncdreoco kss Uses a e. 4.. Niz ...‘ LihsiiTED, TORONTO FREE | iHellam‘s tramen culre _A 354 Hallam Building Of course, "Crown Brand‘"" is your favorite Table Syrup. Of course, you enjoy its delicious, appetizing flavor with Bread, Pancakes and Hot Biscuits, But what about "Crown Brand" in the kitchen ? Do you use In the first place when a mare has arrived at that age, and has never had a colt, her chances of getting in foal are lessened each year. Furthermore, it is safe to say that a reasonable proportion of these mares have slunked their colts, and for this reason they have been sent from the farms and sold in the cities, where they can do excellent work. In choosing broodâ€"mares, always buy young ones, say from three to five years old, then you should be able to count on all of them getting in foal or certainly nearly every one, when, if you pick up a lot of second hand mares, of uncertain age, your percentage of colts will be extremely uncertain. / "hearty, with snap and style, weighing | from 1,200 to 1,400 pounds each, for |the pair $400 can easily be had in any ‘of the big markets. Even if they are only eight or ten years old, it is an expensive experiâ€" ment. The reason is obvious. Gillisâ€"Yes. It is evidently the place where the rain coming in from the roof meets the water leaking up from the cellar. Although many may disagree with | me, I am firmly convinced from nearâ€"I ly 30 years‘ experience on breeding! funns, that it is a risky business purâ€"â€" chasing aged mares, who have spent! the best years of their life doing Work|J in the cities, and trying to make brood mares of them. | Willisâ€"The last time I was here you were puzzled over a peculiar mark which you found on the wall. Did you solve it? Indemnity for One Crime. An indemnity of $60,000 has been paid by the German Government, through its ambassador in Madrid, for the seven Spaniards shot at Liege in August, 1914, says the Paris Figâ€" aro‘s correspondent at Hendaye, on the Spanish frontier. One good, sound young _ mare, bought from some relfable farmer or breeder, is worth more for breeding purposes than half a dozen soâ€"called bargains picked up in the city.â€" Aour A The mare can be worked up to a week or two before the colt is dropâ€" ped. In fact, she is better off for the regular exercise, but she should be handled by a careful man, who will not excite her, and she should have a roomy box stall for her sleeping quarâ€" ters. It is a severe loss to the farmer who pays $25 stud fee, loses two or three months‘ work of his mare, and then loses a colt at birth or afterward, and all from neglect of some sort. Many colts take their conformation from their mother, especially from their sho_uldersr back. For instance, if a mare has wide, ragged hips, her colts are most liable to inherit this tendency. Many colts also inherit their dispositions from their dams. Any breeder of experience knows well that almost as much depends on the broodâ€"mare as on the stallion in the raising of any breed of good horses. Broodâ€"mares should be sound, of quiet disposition, strongly built, and they should be well cared for. Every farmer should, if possible, keep one or more good brood mares; not broken winded, worn out, city hacks, but sound, wellâ€"shaped, wellâ€" bred animals that possess individual merit, and whose progeny will sell readily when the dealer comes along. These are not fanciful figures, but are based upon actual experience .of everyâ€"day farmers of breeding, raisâ€" ing and selling colts. What It Was. The landlady rattled and clattered the dishes, until she had. cleared away the dinnerâ€"service. And then, after wiping and putting away the tub, and pan, and mop, and doing numberless other "last jobs," she finâ€" ally cleansed her own face and hands, put on a clean apron, and sat down to nurse her baby, and talk to Rosalie. By this time the afternoon was far spent, that the poor woman had not rested half an hour before it was time to prepare supper for her family and her boarders, who would be back at six. Rosalie was sympathstically fatigued only to witness her labors, and she could not refrain from saying, as she once more took charge of the fretful, teething child: "Indeed, you have a great deal to do. I do not know how you have strength to go through so much." And again the horn. sounded, and the company gathered; but this time Mark Sutherland did not appear durâ€" ing the whole course of the mealâ€"no, nor after it was over, Rosalie replied in the affirmative; and the hostess lighted a candle and conducted her through the middle passage, and up the stairs and opened a door to the right of the landing, leading into a large room, unplasterâ€" ed, and nearly unfurnished. The room was divided in the middle by a temâ€" porary partition of hanging blankets. In the first division there were two double beds covered with _ coarse patchâ€"work quilts. The hostess passâ€" ed between these, and, putting aside the blankets, led her guest to _ the interior division, which was smaller, and contained only one bed, covered like the others. _ "I‘ll get them for you. When do you look for him ?" The table was cleared away, the room once more put in order, the canâ€" dles lighted for the evening, and the men gathered in the kitchen, with their pipes, but still Mark did not come. At last the landlady arose, and put her child to bed, and asked Rosalie if she should not like to be shown to her sleeping room.. «You are to sleep here. Is there anything you want?" she asked, setâ€" ting down the candle on a chest that served as toiletâ€"table and washstand. "Yes, water and please." "How have you prospered in your enterprise toâ€"day, Mark?" asked Roâ€" salie, as they left the table. "I have got through all I wished, except one thing." "And that ?" "I have not been able to rent a house. I shall have "to leave you again to renew my search. And I am afraid you find the time hangs very heavily." 5 "Not at all, Mark. I have been ocâ€" cupied and interested." When dinner was ready, the sound of the horn summoned the same comâ€" pany, who entered first an adjoining shed, where they all washed their faces and hands, using the same tin basin and the same crash towel, and then gathered around the table. Mark Sutherland returned from his mornâ€" ing‘s ramble, and took his seat among them. "Ha! hal hal You‘ll get out of that if you settle in these parts," resuming her broom, and continuing her sweepâ€" ing to its completion. Rosalie got up and lifted the babe, and took him to the window, where she sat down with him, and soon soothed his temper. The overâ€"worked mother looked . pleased, the hostess going to the door, and rapping, and calling out: "John! You, John!" The landlord, her "man," obeyed the summons. She met him with a sharp rebuke; he knew the bachelors would be home to dinner‘ at twelve.* And pushing the empty pail into his hand she made him make haste to the well. And soon the process of dinnerâ€"cookâ€" ing was commenced. "«Yes," said the woman.. "How did} you know ?" _ "By your speech." Just at this moment the cry of a child commenced in an adjoining room, and continued during the whole | of the hostess‘ morning work. She set | aside the table, and began to sweep the room, raising a great dust from | the dried and pulverized mud left by. the bachelors‘ shoes. Rosalie thoughtâ€": lessly threw her pocketâ€"handkerchief" over her head, to protect her hair / from the â€" dustâ€"thoughtlessly, for else she might have guessed it would displease the touchy pride of the‘ hardâ€"working pioneer woman. | "You don‘t like the dustâ€"maybe, you never saw a broom?" she asked,! looking somewhat contemptuously at; the young lady‘s delicate person. | "Oh, yes, I have," said Rosalie, gently, "and used a broom, too; but I always sprinkle the floor, and tie a handkerchief over my head before sweeping." "And what do you take all that trouble for ?" "Because I dislike the dust to settle on my hbair.? } . . __ "I reckon you ‘are taiking about the prairie pink; but I haven‘t much time, myself, to take notice of flowâ€" ersâ€"‘specially wild weeds," replied the landlady. 4 cA _ "Are you not a Marylander?" askâ€" ed Rosalie. & "What is that splendid scarlet flowâ€" er that grows so tall, and is as abunâ€" dant on the prairie as clover in our own fields?" inquired Rosalie. Rosalie seated herself by the winâ€" dow, and looked out upon the . new country. From the river, and from the grove that crowned the bluff~ the country stretched outâ€"a high, level, and limitless prairie, broken, at wide intervals, by groves similar to that which surrounded Sâ€"â€", and relieved by countless millions of wild flowers. fsoRozoRosnaomroxrocdorrtornnondrden fLake se ta nvaria se aria Kx%@@@@@@\@@¢©v%@»@%%@@%@@@Q@N&:@sw@z«@g’)@*@%@@;fi;’% thie o es wes CHAPTER XIX.â€"(Cont‘d). towels, if you |__And just then, as if in illustration jof Mr. Sutherland‘s words, several \men entered, eagerly inquirag for |\"the Colonel," meaning the landlord. ‘And when the host came forward to know their will, several, speaking !equally together, exclaimed: |__"Lor‘ bless you, child, so there are;) #Ark Sutherland bowed. tBot the foors aimt lard to. none" 9" 1§‘fter a little discussion, they urgâ€" them except this one, which is the | ed ‘"the Judge" to join their hunt, and ‘reason I have to put so many in it. â€"O52li¢ privately squeezed Mark‘s rBl'ess you, you" musta‘t mind such 20 in _d1sapproval. Mark declined. mind such things out hereâ€"â€"" The visitors at length departed, with [ 4@ood night!" said the hoatess. three or four of the bachelor boardâ€" ! Rogalie did not wish to sleep. She "*S, .. |drew the chest to the only window in I did not know," said Mr. Sutherâ€" | her part of the room, and sat down, | land, "that the wild denizens of the and opened it and looked out upon| forest ever ventured so near the the dark green prairie, that seemefi:sei‘:‘tlements.” :to roll out like the ocean to meet the , _NO, Mmore they don‘t," replied the |eastern horizon, where the harvest host; ‘only the Injuns have been huntâ€" moon was just rising. Tearsâ€"but iDZ Of ‘em and druy ‘em close on to fnot of sadnessâ€"rushed to her eyes.| the village. We‘ll git shut of ‘em \ And then she thought of the vieissi. 28IN after a bit." | tudes of the last two years, and espeâ€" W,},len breakfast was over, "the Conâ€" cially of the last two months; of her“mel geared up the carryall to take life of almost oriental luxury in the PS Young guests across the prairie. valley of the Belle. She was happy, | It was a fresh, bright morning when if ever young wife was so. She look. they set out, and the prairie still glisâ€" ‘ed upon the prairie, bathed in the sil.| tened w}xth dew. There was no road very splendor of moonlight, with its | t° Wolf‘s Grove; but the driver took mystic boundaries lost under the horiâ€"| * l‘::ee-lme over the level ground. zon, and its vastness and vagueness ‘It ‘I‘OOkS strange to me," said Roâ€" cast a glamour over her imagination, | °2!1¢, "to see these glorious flowersâ€" and charmed her with the fancy ofgWhICh’ if they were in our Eastern | wandering on and on in quest of its| gardens, we should cherish with so \ unknown limits, or as far as the vanâ€"| much careâ€"driven down and crushed \ishing boundaries might entice her. | by“thqusands under our wheels." In the mist of the eydie reveries sleep? It is but the sign of the fall of the surprised her, and her fair head sank l forest before the march of immigraâ€" | upon her folded hands on the windowâ€"| t!°0," observed Mark. | sHI. | ‘I‘ch reminds me of the triumphal "Nonsense, Rose. Yes, it was I whom he addressed as Judge. Every one gets an honorary title of distincâ€" tion here. I don‘t know what it is given for; certainly not to confer honâ€" or, but rather, for the sake of civil brevity, as it is easier to say ‘Judge‘ than ‘Mr. Thompson.‘. Now, if I had ever belonged to any military comâ€" panyâ€"if only as private in militia, they‘d dub me here ‘Cap‘n,‘ if not ‘Major,‘ or ‘Gen‘l;‘ and if I _ were county constable, instead_ of law student, they must still call me ‘Judge.‘" * 2 > "Colonel, we want your guns, and your dogs, and your company, this morning, to hunt a pack of wolves «Yes, it is rather a rude place for the first and best hotel in the city of Shelton. But in a year or two you shall see this house well and completeâ€" ly finished, and the rooms all comfortâ€" ably fitted up and furnished; and in half a dozen years the host will probâ€" ably have made his fortune." ‘"Well, Mark, and what success have you had ?" "‘The best success. I have found a house, which I think will suit us exâ€" actly. Come to the window for a moâ€" ment again. Do you see, immediately under the moon, that distant grove, that looks as if it were just up straight and dark against the sky ?" "©Yes, I see it." "That is Wolf‘s Grove. It is not more than three miles from here. I can easily walk the distance twice a day. There is one building on the spotâ€"a large log cabin, that was put up for a meetingâ€"house. The cabin is in good repair, and I have already enâ€" gaged it. So, dear wife, we have only to wait for the arrival of our little furniture, to go to housekeeping." "Judge! your plunder‘s comeâ€"landâ€" ed from the Sachem this morning!" were the words with which the landâ€" lord greeted Mark Sutherland, as the latter, with Rosalie, descended to breakfast. _ Mark Sutherland, and when their host had moved off in another direcâ€" tion, said: "Why, at first I was not sleepy, and I heard that there were strangers in the next roomâ€"or, rather, on the other side of the blanketsâ€"and it seemed so odd." She was awakened by a _ gentle fi%sp around her waist and a gentle voice in her ear, saying: â€" head ?" She started and exclaimed,. "Oh, Mark, is it you? I am so glad that you have come!" f He let down the window, and placed his hand upon her head to see if it was damp, and asked: "Why did you not go to rest, Rosâ€" He answered with a laugh, as he looked round: ‘"My Rosalieâ€"asleep at the window, with the night dews falling on your alie? _â€""Judge!" echoed Rosalie, looking inâ€" quiringly from one to the other. _ "Oh, they‘re very nice, steady young men; they won‘t make a noise, and keep you awake." "But have you no private room unâ€" occupied ? â€"Your house seems large; I should think there were at least four chambers on this floor ?" The hostess saw her expression, and hasAtgenegi to say: "I forgot to tell &}l)uwt.}“]avtwal.ere are four bachelors sleep in the fore part of the room." Rosalie looked up, surprised and shocked. When she efiiefédf%?inging a tin basin and a crash towel, she put them down upon the chest, and said: "That‘s right, but you somehow looked so young and delicate for such a life as, you‘re come to, that I couldn‘t help thinking that it must o‘ been a loveâ€"match." Rosalie did not. éay that she hoped it was a loveâ€"match, and the landlady departed on her errand. "Why, no," said Rosalie, laughing. ‘"‘We were married in my uncle‘s house, and left it with his blessing and good wishes." «"Mr. Sutherland ?â€"every moment!" "Now, tell me the truthâ€"I shan‘t blame youâ€"ain‘t you and that young man a runaway match ?" 99 CHAPTER XX. toss |__"I did not know," said Mr. Sutherâ€" ;Iand, ‘"that the wild denizens of the |forest ever ventured so near the | settlements." "I‘ll give you the recipe," replied the wife coldly. "I used margarine instead of butter, eggs a week old, I put alum in the flour, and added plenty of water to the milk." In favorable cireumstances Zeppeâ€" lins have flown a distance of 1,000 miles. "I know something inspires me with unlimited hope just now. There is, certainly, as far as the comforts‘ and elegances of civilized life are conâ€" cerned, a look of great privation in the village and among the people we have just left. But certainly to me there is about this country an air of youth, vigor, hope, unlimited, inâ€" describable. I feel its influence, withâ€" out being able to explain it." (To be continued.) ‘"Now you‘ve achieved something!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "These are exactly like the cakes mother used to make. How did you do it?" Opposites. Madgeâ€""So you consider it an ideal match ?" Marjorieâ€"‘"Yes; he has money and she knows how to spend it." The Lawyerâ€"Not in _ this state, sir. The charge for my opinion on the subject is five dollars. Pay my clerk and go out quietly. "It reminds me of the triumphal entries of the conquerors of ancient times, whose chariot wheels passed ruth}essly over the dead and the dyâ€" ing." "But, Rose, when you look at the countless millions of flowers left bloomingâ€"nay, when you think of the countless millions of trees left standingâ€"does it not give you an exâ€" ultant sense of the exhaustless wealth of our prairies and forests?" The Insolventâ€"Tell me, is it a crime to be poor ? Mark smiled at her fancy, and the driver took his pipe out of his mouth, and turned and looked at her. "It looks strange to me," said Roâ€" salie, "to see these glorious flowersâ€" which, if they were in our Eastern gardens, we should cherish with so much careâ€"driven down and crushed by thousands under our wheels." When breakfast was over, "the Conâ€" onel" geared up the carryall to take his young guests across the prairie. It was a fresh, bright morning when they set out, and the prairie still glisâ€" tened with dew. There was no road to Wolf‘s Grove; but the driver took a becâ€"line over the level ground. h "A pack of wolves!" exclaimed the bogl;ders,_ gathering around. that chased Jones‘ boy village!" When your head is dull and heavy, your tongue furred, and you feel doneâ€"up and good for nothing, without knowing what is really the matter with you, probably all that is needed to restore you to health and vigour is a few doses of a reliable FOR THE digestive tonic and stomachic remâ€" sTOMACH AaND LIVER edy such as Mother Seigel‘s Syrup. Take it after each meal for a few gays and note how beneficial is its action upon the stomach, liver and bowelsâ€" how it restores tone and healthy activity to these important organs, and by so doing enables you to gain new stores of vigour, vitality and health. This HMavour is unique and never found in cheap, ordinary teas. Let us mail you a sample, Black, Mixed or Green. 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"His bride made him a shortcake the other day, and when she asked him how he liked it he replied: ‘It isn‘t as good as your mother used to make.‘" The Paris Figaro quotes the Budaâ€" pest correspondent of the Frankfurâ€" ter Zeitung as follows: "The official extent of land devoted to the cultivaâ€" organ of the central Hungarian slaughter houses, states that in the Biharkenszteser district, where all the Italian residents of Hungary are interned, a great number of cats are killed and dressed daily. The demand has been such that the price of cats rose to a prohibitive figure, hence the local authorities stepped in and fixed the maximum price at three crowns the kilo." (About 25 cents a pound). Toulouse is quite as grave as Perâ€" pignan, though more busy making powder, cartridges and bombs. Toulouse is interesting also for the mystery that surrounds one of the old brick mansions where _ Bachelier carved coats of arms in 1535. With fixed bayonets, night and day, the Territorials defend the entrance to this house. The rumor was current in the early fall last year that the Bank of France had transferred its gold reserves there. When the bank returned to Paris, however, the Terâ€" ritorials continued their guard. Their mission is still a mystery to the pubâ€" licc in general, but the initiated assert confidentially that Leonard de Vinei‘s "Monna Lisa," removed from the Louvre when danger threatened Paâ€" ris, is in safekeeping there in an inâ€" violable steel case. There is less song and laughter in all the towns of the south, for the Midi has found something in the war that it is bound to take seriously. All Perpignan salutes gravely when the Belgian band, recruited from the reâ€" fugees of Flanders, marches by playâ€" ing the "Brabancoumne," but the boisâ€" terous cheers of other days are abâ€" sent. Every day the Place de la Loge is crowded in front of the bulletin board of the Sporting Club, where is posted the latest news from the chamâ€" pion football players of France, with friends anxious to see what name has been added to the already long list of those who had fallen on the field of battle. The illâ€"humor of Rivesaltes is agâ€" gravated by a total lack of "sous" and a big deficit in wine. The abâ€" sence of small change is attributed to the German raid on all forms of copâ€" per, and this, too, falls on Joffre, who ought to have been able to prevent it. : For the shortage of the vintage of 1915 there is the more logical reaâ€" son of mildew. wauve Village Thinks Commander Has Deserted Them. Rivesaltes, France, the town that gave birth to the Commanderâ€"inâ€"Chief of the French armies, is pouting. The blinds of Joffre‘s house have been closed more than a year and the paâ€" tient woodpecker has had to pierce them in so many places they look as if a a machineâ€"gun had been operatâ€" ing there. The villagers no longer point the place out to visitors. All because Joffre has not taken the time to go home to receive the address of felicitations of his neighbors and the present bought for him by popular subscriptions. The Generalâ€"inâ€"Chief is for the moment blacklisted and will have to exercise some of his finest strategy after the war to lift the penâ€" alty of his neglect. Native Village JOFFRE‘S PEOPLE AGGRIEVED Cats for Food in Hungary. The Safetyâ€"First Critic. S