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Graceful as a fawn, vivacious as a wood-nymph, innocent as a child, she was the life of the rustic dance, the belle of the village festivals, the petted favorite of her neighborhood by reason of her piety and goodnem, and at the same time the household angel of old Giovan- ni Campetti, her uncle, and sole near kinsman, a well-to-do vine-grower of Monte Paoli, with whom she had lived from her earliest recollections. Of course, lovers were not lacking. Mona had m'any of them, and as she was by nature straightforward and single-hearted, she had at eighteen al- ready made her choice from the many who eagerly sought her heart and hand. But, unfortunately, her choice was very. different from the one de- signed for her by old Giovanni, who, with pardonable sell-consciousness per- haps, in view of his having tenderly reared her as: his own, could not but see that his own inclinations were the prin- cipal prize at stake, instead of Mona's feelings. His choice was in favor of Giuseppe Spalatro, a likely young peasant pro- prietor from the environs of Catan- zaro. He was an agreeable enough young fellow, too, of whose love for Mona there could be no doubt, not- withstanding that many a better-cir- cumtstunced girl than she had been long setting her cap for him in vain. And the vine-gmwer's niece would doubtless have succumbed to his earn- est wooing in the end, supported as it was, by her uncle’s urgent wishes, had She not met her destiny elsewhere. This came in the form of a singular- ly attractive young man several years Spalatro’s senior, calling himself Mar- co Riviero, concerning whose anteced- ents and pursuits, there was a great deal of mystery, which, however, had only added to the attractiveness which he had exerted among the girls of Monte, Paoli from the first. He somehow created'the impression that he was from somewhere northâ€"in Romagna or Tuscany, and that he was a mere idler of means, for which he was seeking a profitable investment, eith- er in vineyards, olive growing or com- merce, he was not particular which; but no one exactly knew. Nor did- he fully enlighten anyone as to whence he came,Withe1war-d he tended, and what could be his object in burying himself among the simple countryfolk of Calabria. However, as to the latter, there was presently offered a living and palp- able explanation in the person of Mona Cam‘petti. They tell deeply in love al- most from the first sight they had of each other In less than a month aner Ineu' first meeting it was a generally ao- oevpted fact that they had plighted their troth. IJ “A; 0430“ Old CaUI-r-L'petti, however, would not be reconciled to it, in spite of Mona's pleadings: ‘ A .1“) -A winning 8' A’vl‘Bwt-agcghe at last pleaded no more, gradually assuming a defiant attitude and it was no secret th_at she wa.s in dun lb " up; ”v I‘vvâ€" .. the habit of having stolen interviews with her over, who did not venture on the vine-grower’s premises, though ac- customed to be made more than wel- come pretty much everywhere else. It was about noon of a certain loveâ€" ly Spring day, that Mona being on her way homeward from the market in Monte Paoli, drove her donkey aside from the rocky, open path into ase- cluded little dingle, in which she had been of late in the habit of pausing for the exchange of a few loving words and innocent endearments with Marco. She had hardly looked around, expect- antly. after easing the animal of its panniers, before she heard the well- known footsteps rustling along the ous exclamation burst from her lips, and his, he was at her side, with a bound, and she was in his arms. After the first transports of their meeting had subsided, the quick eye of “u ~=M mu: mmething in her lover’s handsome and accomplished, the stran- ger soon had the field so thoroughly to himself as to hopelessly dispir- it all competitors, and in the magnetism of his pres- ence the girl, for the first time, knew the intoxication of loving, and being loved to the full. .u p_ ,_ LLA:_ lookfwhich even his unaffected delight at meeting her could not wholly dis- guise, and he seemed agitated, as if hard-breathed after an exciting adVenâ€" ture or a long chase. “ Marco, what has happened 2" she exclaimed, “ Ah, one might suppose that you had just escaped from those horrid brigands that rumor says have come down to infest our hills from the Abruzzi, with infamous Pietro Monica at their head 1" into a laugh. “ Doc-Ml And have you, too, come to Marco gave a start. anu Luau mug. into a laugh. “ Peste! And have you, too, come to share those tales about the brigands, Mona ?” he cried. " No, no, my darling I I have not been chased by brigands, but I have been hard Wed to keep my appointment with you here toâ€"day, and I would not have mi$ed this one above all.”_ -râ€"_‘-n 1...... THE DURHAM CHRONT CLE “ All our interviews are so sweet, dear,” said she embracing him, "that the last seems ever the tenderer." “ Yes, yes I" said he, again, with something strange and sombre in his air; " but something has happened, Mona. I mean your uncle grows more and more suspicious of me, and I can no longer rest satisfied with these brief interviewsâ€"that is all. Mona, your uncle will never consent to our marriage.” “ Alas! I fear he never will!" " Then we must marry without his consent, Mona, and there is no time to She gave him a startled look. “ Yesâ€"yes,” he went on hurriedly, as though making perfectly sure of her consent; “ there is no other way. It is no longer safeâ€"I should say desir- able, Monaâ€"far me to linger in these valleys. I must hasten away from among these people, and I cannot leave you behind, And only think how for- tunate, darling! The good priest down at the villageâ€"your friend and mineâ€" I have had an interview with him, He is going to make inquiries that I doubt not will convince him of my good char- acter, and better faith, and, in that case, he promises to await us by sun- set of this day at the little hostelry of old Bepvpo, high up in the Passe della Avoltore, there to make us one. But what is this, Mona 3" “ To marry thus by stealthâ€"without my uncle’s consent or knowledgeâ€"and at the old Be-ppo’s hostelry in the Vul- ture Pass, whetre the brigands used to ho_l__d their appointments!" she gasped. He had hurried along so self-con- sciously as only now to become aware that she was listening with an at- frighted air. !“Ah! but there is no other way, my Mona! And shall we not thence- forth be all in all to each other ?” he cried, clasping her close, “ What! Are ypu not yet ready to trust me, dar- llng 7” Sâ€"he burst into tears by responding to his endearmenta. “ Yes, yes, Marcoâ€"to the death, if need, be, and you know it 1” she sob- bed. “Yes, I will make my prepara- tion, and rejoin you at Be-p'po’s by sun- set. And thenceforth witheraoever thou goest there shall I go, thy God shall be my God, and. thy people shall be my people. But, 0 Marco I” and her tear-brimmed, loving eyes were lifted earnestly to his; “ what is this mystery that cloaks your past and your present? W'itherward and among what new scenes will you lead me when I am} yours? Surely I have a right to know, in view of what I am about to give up for you l”_ “ Yes, my Mona, but at another time, and then all will be well," he repiied, with renewed caresses, as a cover, it would seem to his embarassment. “ Suffice to know that you will be nothing less than a princess to the brave people among whom I shall lead you, besides the beautiful empress ever- more Of my fortunes and. my heart.” The interview lasted but a few min- utes longer, after which, with apart- ing embrace, they separated, Marco d18- appearing up the mountain side, and Mona resuming her homeward path, while driving her beast of burden be- fore her. They had hardly more than vanished before a spyâ€"a shrewd, cunning-faced man, in semi-official costume, who had secretly watched and overheard every- thing that had taken place between the loversâ€"etealthily gained the path from his place of concealment and ran rapid- ly down the mountain. . At the edge of the village two men came forward to meet him, with an air of having anxiously awaited his return from some momentous errand. These men were Mona's uncle and Giuseppe Spalatro, her discarglzed lover. _“ “Signors,” said the spy, in answer to their looks of eager inquiry, “ your suspicions have not been misplaced. I have seen the stranger and identified him beyond a doubt. Come, there is no time to lose. We will first to the priest's house to give him warning, and then hasten to Catanzaro. Our enter- prise will, doubtless, require a larger force of the gendarmerie than Monte Paoli can afford to spare.” “- “-Fvâ€" " Tie; entered the .village with the rapid, assured steps of men confident in the purpose on which they were The Passo della Avoltore, or Vulture Pass, was a wild and lonely gorge of the Apennines about seven miles trom the Campetti cottage, and Beppo’s lit- tle innâ€"a place of unenviable repute, though occasionally sheltering touris- parties of good characterâ€"clung, with its little garden and vineclad porch, on the very edge of the rocky, sinuous trail that skirted the deep and peril- ous abyss, through which a wild tor- rent frothed and roared. The sun was just sinking behind the mountains when Mona approached the house, with her bundle, which contain- ed all the scant girlish possessions which she had been able to collect to- gether before quitting her home with- out exciting the suspicion of her un- cle’s housekeeper. She was already anxiously awaited by her lover, who ran out of the porch and relieved her of her bundle while em- She was already anxmuszy a\Val[eu uy her lover, who ran out of the porch and relieved her of her bundle while em- bracing her. "Ah, my Mona. my life, my love, my darling! My heart told me you would be true to our tryst!” he e'x- claimed, conducting her into the porch where a little table had already been spread and supplied for them. “Father Ambrosius has, not yet arrived, but I am sure he will not be long 7" He continued to speak on rapidly, and she» perceived that he seemed even more anxious and disturbed than at their recent meeting; but she was happy now that the fateful step had been taken, and she made no comment as she seated herself at the table oth- er than to respond to his tenderness. " You are sure, quite sure, Mona, that no other living being could have got an inkling of your coming here to meet me i" he at last said, in a low, anxious tone, while helping her to m. u erfectly sure. dear Marco; at leas A r) a. m..- _....I:.’ W “ Perfectly sure. dear Marco; at least so far as I am concerned,” she replied, with surprise. " But see; the good father is at last coming up the pass.” 5 August. 10, 1899. They both started. up joyfully to wel- come the newcomer, but then fell back in dismay on perceiving that Father Ambroeius, usually so benevolent and urbane, was approaching them with a stern, uncompromising look, upon his face. He extended his hand as if con- ferring his blessing upon the girl, but there was no kindness in the look he bent_ upon her companion. .. Wbâ€"al, good fatKer! Have you, then, 1198311192 for my Marco I” faltered Mona. “ Father, did you not. consult my re- commendations t" stammered the yougg man. “ N3, villain !" thundgred tpe pnejst, in a terrible voice; “ sxnce tupely. 1n- formation saved me from fallmg mto the snare not for me by youâ€"Pietro Monica 1” The unmasked brigand started back' with an oath, while thrusting his hand under his short coat, but he almost at _o_nce bowed his head upon his breast. 3 Mona had also recoiled', and white to the lips, was regarding him with wide- staring, te_r;or-dilated eyes. “ What, Marco! Can it be true 1" she gasped. “ Youâ€"you and Monico one and the same 2” “ Mona, it is true I” he murmred, in broken and. hollow tones, and without raising his eyes. “ But ah if You knew all! Oh, Mona. Mona do you thox}1 abandoh me 3"_ " Never I" she cried, mastering her- self and rushing to his side, in spite of the priest’s attempt to interfere. " My love. my life! whether brigand or not, I am none the less thineâ€"thine for ever I" But at that instant there was a shout of triumph, and a dozen gendarmes, headed by the spy, now in full uni- form as an officer of the guard, and followed by old Campetti and young Spalatro, dashed up tho path. “ Noble girl!” he exclaimed, clasp- in-g her to his breast. To dis-engage himself from Mona's wreathing arm, confront them before "the hostelry, revolver in hand. and at the same time sounding. a shrill whis- tle, which he placed to his lips, was with the brigand chief the work of but an instant. But at the same moment and as a dozen or more of his band, whohad lain in concealment near at hand, came rushâ€" ing to his rescue, the squad charged furiously up the path, firing carbines with deadly effect. The lesser brigande were killed, wounded or dispersed, and Pietro Mon- ico tell dead at the edge of the chasm riddled with bullets. Mona with a shriek. threw herself upon her lover's body, and wildly kissed the inanimate face. Then, tearing the weapon from his lifeless hand, she dis- charged it at his assailants, narrow- ly missing Spalatro’s head. and, rais- in her eyes- io heaven she swore to dedi- death. Harv Bternly she kept her oath is made ,manifest by the records of what happened afterwards. Though conveyed under a strong guard to Catanzaro, she on the very next day managed to make her escape and join the band whose fearless, piti- less and. successful leader she has ever since remained. Her vengeance he‘s already compass- ed the death of Giuseppe Spalatro and every member of the gendarmerie en- gaged in Monioo's taking off, though it has spared both her uncle and the priest. By her audacity and activity she has made herself the terror of the country. Her troop is numerous, and always well-informed by the peasan- try, through dread of her vengeance. The slightest disobedience to her or- ders is punished _with death. “V-“ 1â€" “â€"~ Still in the flush of her youth and beauty, her heart has become like stone. She has no other thought, it would seem, save that of vengeance, and this strange and lurid anomaly is, nevertheless, presented as an ao- tual personality of Mona, the Brigand Queen flow the Different (’ountrles Have lucreas ed since the Beginning of the Century. Some interesting statistics in re- gard to the increase of pOpulation have Just been compiled by Sir Robert Giffom, a distinguished English ex;pert on this subject. He shows that Eng- land now has possessionsbn all five continents, and that a quarter of the population of the entire earth is sub- jecn to her suzerainty. The extent of territory owned by England amounts to 13,000,003 square miles, 3-an on this immense tract is a population of 420,â€" 000,000. During the last twenty-seren years the English realm has increased by 2,854,000. square miles,‘and within the same period 125,000,000 have been added to the population. 83110:. 1.871, the population of the United Kingdomâ€"England, Scotland and Irelandâ€"has increased from 32,- 000,000 to 40,000,000. \At the begin- ning of this century England, Scot- land and Ireland had a population of 11,000,000, and France of 26,000,000; yet toâ€"day the proportion of pOpulation in both countries is almost alike. Rus- sia has increased her population by 60,000,000, since 1870, the result being that she has now a total population oi 130,000,000. Ge; many had a popula- tion of 20,000,000 at the beginning of this century ; ~now she has between 50,- 000,000 and 60,000,000,_ of _whom almost VERQTfi-inezigi - teaponded Tuffold Knutt, after giving his mind to the' question a few minutes, is the name of a. large specze of punkin’. WU,UVV you.“ vv,vvv,â€"'v, _,, a quarter is the result of the increase of births 0W; deaths. Germany, too, is making rm strides as a colonial Power, and her population in those distant possessions already amounts to a considerable number. I wisht They wouldn’t use these blame big we :18, said Shabbalong Jor- dan, who was painfully spelling out an item in a scrap of newspaper he had picked up. E-mol-u-mentsâ€"wot . C m,,_gn_qa ENOVVLEDGE EASY TO IMPART. INCREASE 0F POPULATION. he} life to avenging her lover's ‘WBY ARE ORCHARIS BARREN’ This is one of the most difficult to answer to all agricultural questionaâ€" §why so many orchards are unproducâ€" ‘ tire year after year. There are many icauses of unproductiveness; and it is !{impossible to make an orchard young again in order that it may be brought . up in the way it should go. It is a sig- nificant fact, however, that of many ihundreds of barren orchards which I ‘ have i'nSpected, less than half a dozen , had received good tillage and the oth- ‘fer good care from the outset. In fact. ibarren orchardsâ€"of properly selected { varietiesâ€"which have been well tilled, ifer'tilized, and otherwise well treated. ’are so rare that it is unnecessary to lconsider them in discussion. § 0 Seasons vary. Some years are good ifruit' years , in those years most or- ; chards bear. In fact, they are l kely t.o. overhear , the areas are the1eb3 (le- pleted and a bad year followzs the con- sequences are ”bearing years" and "off y.eais "- l‘he longer the conditions are allowed to dietate what the ClCrpS shall i be, the more difficult it is to bring the plantation into a habit. of annual bear- .1ng. I suspect that half the mature barren orchards of the state could not lbe made profitable by any line of. lireatment. They have had their own.- 1wa.y too long. The most casual observer will agree that neglect is the common and gene;- aI cause of barretnness in orchards. Even pigs are an ansatisfactory crop when they ar obliged to shift for themselves. fiat it is the business of the eXperimenter to determine just which element of neglecr. is reSpon- sible. for the failure in any particular case. I believe that the most general causes of barrenness are the following, being stated approximately in the or- der of their frequency and importance: 1, lack of good tillage, particularly in the first few years of the life of the plantation; 2, lack of humus and fertilizer; 3, uncongenial soils and sites; 4, lack of systematic annual pruning; 5, lack of spraying and of attention to borers and other pests,; 6, bad selection of varities; 7, trees propagated from unfruitful stock. It seems a few years ago as if red clover growing must be abandoned because of insect midges that de- stroyed the seed in the blossom, and the worm that ate both blossom and leaf. Both these have in most clover-growing districts fouand parasitic enemies that keep the destroyer in check. If there is any place where red clover is still hard to grow, alsike or Swedish clover is a good substitute. It is a true clover. and intermediate in size between white and red clover, and making in its first crop a fine, sweet hay. Unfortunately, when this cr0p is cut the plant dies out, and «it is a true biennial, dying after bearing its seed the second y.ear Alsike clover is often sown with timothy, which it will so over- shadow that scarcely a spear of timothy can be seen among the alsike. The alsike needs to be out so early that what timothy there is has not got to the heading-out. stage. Here it Sprouts readily, and makes an astonishing growth, feeding on the alsiks roots that have perished a few weeks before. A good crOp of timOthy hay can be cut in August on land that has bom alsike hay two months before, and that then only showed a very little straggling timothy among the clover. COWS' APPETITES. Prof. E. B. Voorhees, says that he has no difficulty in' getting cows to eat as much as 100 pounds per day of oats and peas, barley and peas, etc. When green forage is used exclusive- ly, they are fed about one-third of the amount immediately after milking in the morning, one-third at noon, and the remainder immediately after milk- ing at night. Harvesting and feed- ing oats and peas begin as soon as the peas are commg into bloom, and the cats are beginning to run into head. They remain in good succulent condi- tion from a week to ten days after this periodâ€"depending upon the sea- The morning leed of the cows is given imniedi.ttely after cutting, and enough is cut to feed throughout the day, hence "the noon and night feeding are a little wiltea. It may be due to the fact that the cows are net pas- tured, but allowed only to exerc'tse in a lot of three or four acres, that they seem more eager for this forage than son, 1f dry, they maLure more rapid- ly. The same is true of rye and bar- leyâ€"hlrvesUng beginning as they are coming in head. There are comparatively few places where the milking is now done by women and children. Their hands are not strong enough to do the work effectively, and a slow milk- ecr tires the cow so that she is apt to hold up the last milk, which is richest. This dries the cow off. It is the interest of the farmer to hire only men who are used to milking, who are kind to all animals, and especially when they are milking. if allowed to 'pasture, as is the casa with many farmers. Whoever beats a cow, or even Speaks so loudly to her as to frxght- on her, lessens her product in the milk pail. SECURE GOOD MI LKERS. AL C {SIRE CLOVER.