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There's the necessary expansion or contraction for extreme heat or cold or shocka from animals. With Peerless lock no atrands can clip or be knocked looae. We promiae everyperaonaaquaredealandthe A aux AGENTS SAYâ€" ‘ WS (J) FARMERS’. . . . ATTENTION ! Feb. 17, 1910 By the Way, Madam, What’s An Ideal Food ? E See agenn' name. below. But. plain white breadâ€"made from FIVE ROSES flour contains these three classes of nutri- ent: in the nghr proportions. Therefore, feed your man on this ideal food: FIVE By the way. Mistress Housewife. what's an Idea! Food? Dr. Robt. Hutchlaon (an eminent authority on such matters) has al- ready defined it: “An Idea! Food mid contain about on: part of Ward to 4.2 parts 0/ Carbohydrates." Sounds very scientific, eh ? Protein for bone. and brain. and brawn building; Carbohydrates for fat just to fill out the hollows and prevent the corners from hurting. Once. Madam, a fellow who loved statistics evolved the idea that the average man a! moderate work requires about .28 lb. of protein to .28 lb. of fat and .99 lb. carbohydrate in his daily food. A woman takes care of eight-tenths as much as a man. Once. Madam, a lune Bride asked the heroine of three matrimonial ventures the secret oi “ How to be happy though married." And the Experienced One's startling recipe was “Feed the Brutal” Many a housewife feeds the partner of her joys and cares with mere filling concoctions without num’tron. ' The poor man is iattened by the process about as much as the chicken which swallows sand and thinks it is being fed. Whatâ€"did you speak, Madam ? THE MCGOWAN Milling Company of Oats and any Quantity of Peas, Barley and Mixed Grains 200,000 BUSHELS us: or m wooos mum cc.. um. are in the market for Would you like, Madam, every bakeday to take from your oven piping hot a batch of rolls and loaves with an aroma. color, flavor which are your own monopoly: A crisp, tooth-teasing crust that breaks with a snap; an elastic snowy crumb that springs back into shape after being pressed with the finger? ‘ Lofty, well-piled loaves that bring that glow of pride to the maker. All yours for the asking. {Jaclynâ€"Alf you ask FIVE But a man won‘t eat your bread simply because it's wholesome or because it's cheap. You know that. don't you, Madam, he wants it appm'zmg and tasty as well. ROSES rolls and breadstuffs. Such bread contains the highest nu- trients of the prime Manitoba spring wheat consistent with proper elimi- nation of the hard outside sldn. ROSES iron; youigroâ€"célv'; He saw the color flood her cheeks and her bosom rise and fall in a long. deep breath. “You have wanted to talk with me?” the breathed. “It's the only thing i have wanted overgince last night." “Since last night?” “Yes, since last nightâ€"naturally." “Is it." she asked. “that you are con- cerned in this controversy abofit Mina Eilery’s frock ?" P She had spoken so unhesitatingly last night to Miss Ellery. Why should she falter like this. In such agony of embarrassment, when speaking to him? True. she had talked to Georgiana uno der stress of a sudden strong impulseâ€" she had been caught unawares, as it wereâ€"that had been manifest enough. Still. in spite of his own lifelong bat- tle with shyness, he couldn’t quite understand why any girl under the sun should be bashful with him. Certain- iy his experience with bashful girls had been limitedâ€"or. rather. nil. “Ever since last night,” he said to her, “I have been looking for an ap- portunity to talk with you.” There before him, slim and pale In the starlight, stood Eunice. in the un- expectedness of her appearing sug- 'gesting to his startled fancy a vision .ofra Fra Angellco angel. “I mean,” she hastily explained. 5! don’t count. of course. but perhaps you wopld rather be entirely alone?” “But you would rather not be In- tmded uponâ€"even by me '1" she asked wistfully,__he1j voice low and trembling. “Will you sit down with me?” he asked in a tone of uncertainty, for he could not guess just why she had come. She had always appeared to shun and even to be afraid of him. There was Just now a pained sensitiveness in her line race that revealed the struggle she was having with herself in ap- proaching him like this. There was a minéled thhidity and ’ dignity in her manner that brought him I to his feet with an instinctive chivalry. l His astonishment left no room even for a passing regret for the excellent cigar so unnecessarily sacrificed. smoking. It was of the brand smok- ed by Miss Ellery’s father and quite too choice to be found in the possession of a farmhand. He hoped she wouldn’t notice the aroma. ’He turned around and looked up. “If I can’t Investigate Eunicemy- self, at least I can now get at the impression she has made on others." the family had gone to bed, so it must be the young ladies. They were com- ing to join him on the terrace. “A mere farmband is. after all, a man," he shrugged. But this evening he felt an unusual readiness to welcome their society. ‘1â€"A â€" grossed as not to be curious also about Eunice. Perhaps it he gave her and Daisy an opportunity they would question him about the girl, thinking, of course, that he had known her long and intimately. It would be a relief, even under the hampering condition of his assumed character, to talk her over with some one. How had her extraordinary talk of the night before struck Miss Ellery anyway? He had reached this {mint 1;: his meditations when he was roused by the sound of a step behind him. All He was fairly wearied out with his speculations about her. For the first time he now found his disguise irk- some, so much would he have liked freely to discuss the case with Miss Ellery. Surely that philosonhlcal young woman was not so abnormally self en- “It looks as though I should be driv- en to communicate with her through correspondence even while here under the same roof with her!" “Were she the Sleeping Beauty in the enchanted castle she couldn’t be now inaccessible," was the conclusion to Which he had come as, after seeing :he whole family. including Eunice, go upstairs for the night. he had neces- sarily postponed his quest to the mor- row. CHAPTER XIII. N the evening of that an me day Klnross. sitting on the mass: terrace by the front £4319. con- templating the dusty high- way. was still puzzling over the prob- lem of Eunice. H13 COURTSHIP J. COPYRIGHT. I”. I! McCLUILB. PHILLIPS A w‘ouunna . u. l'_|l‘\,L"9‘,u « Author 1 “Tillie: A Mennonite Mud.” By HELEN R. MARTIN. THE DURHAM CHRONICLE. candid with him. so he reluctantly dropped them. He remained client to give her a dance to tell him why-Ibo sought him here at an hour when m the mi: 91' the_ family were abed. .. - Ell questions agitated her. he our, am he can’t believe she was belnx “That in itself is strange, isn't it?” he ventured, hesitating to force his investigations against her evident re- luctance, but his keen curiosity getting the better at his tiner (Sam; “I suppose it is,” she answered, her voice subdued, her eyes downcnst. “Do Mr. and Mrs. Mornings!” know “But have you never asked them?” “I have never discussed it with There was a scarcely perceptible bes- ltntion before she answered. “No.” Her voice sounded remote. as though she shrank from his question- “For Instance, why are you so diaer- ent from Ollie when you two have had the same rearing?" She swallowed hard and seemed to make an effort to speak to him. “Is that a mystery?” she said. “But “Of course i love her! The diner- ence between you and Miss Ellery," he went on, following the idea in his own mind and not seeing in the dimneu the paliid hopelessness that had come to her face. “is that Miss Ellery thinks she’s complex, but isn’t. and you think you’re simple. but aren’t. And the most mysterious thing about you II that you hadn't noticed it yourself- that,you were mysterious, I mean. I don’t see how it escaped you.” file did not answer him. “I love her!” he declared with a whimsical exaggeration that he hoped would dispose of Mlss Ellery finally. .“That’s why I wouldn't have til the young ladies I know made utter her pattern. you see.” She started at his words, and Bud- denly the radiance seemed to die out of her face, leaving it mournful. “Youâ€"; lngly. “No? Pm surprised to hear it. for, do you know, you seem to me the most mysterious young person I ever met!” “I do.” she marveled. “But why?" In her astonishment she was forget- ting her shyness. “Unless,” she at- tempted to explain it, “you find me mysterious because I am so simple. If all the young ladies you know an complex like Miss Ellery“ - “Heaven forbid !” “Don’t you like her?" she asked again with that note of wistfulness which this time included an accent of pity for Miss Ellery. “Indeed, no.” She shook her head in denial of such an accusation “I haven’t." “Haven’t you?” he questioned grave ly in the tone of one removing a child for telling a flb. Her face as she listened to him ex- pressed anxious attention, like one who tries to follow a foreign tongue, and she seemed to weigh for a momenc all that he said before she answered. “But neither have I a mystery about me,” she replied wonderingly. “A mys- tery ?” “I can’t say they don't interest me. Everybody interest: me. even Ollie, even Abe!” her. “But,” he went on, “there are de- grees of interest None of them have a mystery about them.” He looked at her narrowly as he spoke her lover's name with this inti- mation or his msigniflcance. He could not see whether or not it disturbed Was there a note of eagerness in her wistful voice? And to think that she should volunteer to ask him questions! If he could make her feel more'at ease with him, perhaps he could get her to talk to him of herself. His pulse bounded with pleasure in anticipation of his quest of her secret. and he felt a thrill of satisfaction in his present isolation with her. But I didn’t mean that!” “What did you mean then?” The question seemed to spring trom her without her voliticn. What had he meant. indeed? “I suppose.” he speculated._ “I meant that you Interest me too much to an- noy me.” “And the young ladiesâ€"you avoid them because they don’t interest you ?" “You said soâ€"that evening-why fence." “What made you say you don't count?” he began as be seated himself beside her. it was evident that the episode of the flock had been. to her mind. t‘ne onlv notable one of the previous me .fii: “Let us sit down.” lo ”men? ‘1, Her face lighted up as Hm .' ' . aim With I brightness that transform- -4i it. He marveled why she should in ne moment shrink from him and falter u painful shyness and the next be radiant with pleasure. To him the reason for the transformation was not :xpparent. about Miss Elléry'é (rock I wanted to talk to you.” -you love her!” she said tatter- said you didn’t annoy me? 6' COMPANY. JD a talk In a more educated way than the rent of the family It is only be- me I have read a few books that me In my way." I Should think very few books indeed would come In your way 01: um farm?” He put It questioniugly. “l have never seen you so much us look at my book: when they have been l3~ in: about. What books ever come In your m? In Earningstur says this hhflrflmmershehus taken bouulormdpeo she save up keeping a She droppeh her eyes and did not at once answer. But presently. with evio dent great reluctance. she spoke. "It no environment or association except that of this farmer'- i'amily you should -â€"well, to go no further. be acquainted with are“ of the English hum which would be as foreign to the rest of this household an italian or Spunhh. Now. then. how do you account (or it?” The little packer in her brow indi- cated to him how his inquisitivene- troubled her. She turned to him with anxious appeal in her eyet. “In it necessary to eccount for itâ€"betore you can advise me?" “Yes, it is," he stubbornly persisted. “The mac 1 know about you the bet- ter} can help you." “Ah?" he cammented thoughtfully. “Remarkable! Remarkableâ€"that you should mske use of a vocabulary that you have never heard spoken. Have you, possibly, come unconsciously to :1 speaking acquaintance also with French and German?” “I should think that must he sn ill- possibilityâ€"to come unconsciously to a knowledge of s foreign tongue." Ills answered seriously. evidently unwed at least to the language of ssrcssn. lug after your twelfth you sad with “Iâ€"never thought mouth. It I have come to speak like thoâ€"diaerenfly from the rest of the tnmfly, it has been unconsciously." He watched her closely as he put the question. Her face. so near to him. gleamed like ivory in the starlight. and he could plainly see her countenance. His question brought a startled look to her eyes, and again he saw her bosom rise in a long, deep breath. She did not attempt to answer him. “Well?” Be pressed hb inquiry with a tense interest. “1â€"! didn’t realize that it was no- ticeableâ€"my not speaking as the rest speak." she mum “And how does it come that you don't speak as the rest speak?” “Then. Eunice,” he inquired with im- pressive earnestness, “may I ask how you happen to speak a language so unl_ike that of the Morningstars?" “And never have been 0! the term!" “Never except the few times thet I have been in town to the market for a half day.” “And have had no instruction of on: sort since then ?" “Well. there are shopglris, stenogra- phers, mllllners, bookkeepeu, teach- ers"â€" He turned and again looked at her keenly. “Would you like to teach?" be asked abruptly. “But I haven’t an education." “Just how much schooling have you had?” “I was taken out of school when l was twelve years old." “I don't know. What other thing- are done by women?" “Could you do any other sort at work than what I have seen you doâ€" aewlng and housework?” He looked at her with searching eyes. “Isn't there?” “No," she answered with 1 fun]:- ness that ought to have carried con- viction. She looked surprised. “But then In nothing to tell of me more than what you yourself have seen.” Again he paused, but she remained silent. “It you will tell me something of yourself,” be suggested. “I should have to know more about you before I could Judge of your chances.” He paused questioningly, but she said nothing. Only her repmoed eagerness urged'him on. “Domestic service?" he hesitatiugiy suggested. But somehow in spite of her servitude to the farmer’s family this struck him as utterly incongruous. “Places for domestic service can be secured easilyâ€"almost on your own terms. But if you are thinking of some other sort of occupation"â€" “That’s what I hoped you could tell naeâ€"the sort of work there is in town whereby a girl like me could earn her living." “It depends upon the sort or plum you would want. Some sorts of wotk are easy to secure. “them are not. What kind of work do you mean ?" It was to ask him thus that she had come to him tonight. But would It not have been a more natural thing for her to have gone to Georgiana or Daisy with such an inquiry? He won- dered why she had chosen to ask him in preference to them. “N00,, “I am anxious to have you tell me whether a glrl llke me could find a place out in the world where she could earn her living?” no occasional nnusualness ot hu- mode of expression struck me as touch. lug of toreiznnesa. Here was another phase of the mystery of her. “I couldn’t make hetN-r use of my time.” he answered ‘ ’Ask me any- thing you like. child. " The kindness of his tone as he called her “child” made her eyes grow sud- denly misty. so novel it was to hear herself woken to as though she were not a chattel or a slave. Her voice as she answered him was very low and Em hind 0!!!me Qwotullyadquatly DEBTS COLLECTEDâ€"No change If no non" nude. M"! ”4 QWIP Mm- «a mu m LIID. my cm: Dollars -Dollm - Dollars Trnins will arrive and depart ll fol- lows. until further notice:â€" CANADIAN PACIFIC RAILWAY TIME TABLE Ivmu' DAY mom warm! 0. ‘1‘. “Bell‘ _. J. D. 3‘39”“. _.A Tnim leave Durham st 7..) mm" ":0 r. u. Trains u riva at Durlum u 10..) I 1.“) p m.. and 8 55 p m. "WM ‘1 “0 par loath I- “m J. P. TELFORU. U BAIL‘ _--., â€"‘â€"â€"r'“ I- II minty. in chain! 333 “‘0‘ applies a nit-inn. ow. tor {uh Junior betting and Intuit. 'lll tum work. The [allowiv ( coupon-t on. M. in «largo : 'l‘flUh. ALLAN. Pn- elf-l. lot Chan M an. Subjects: Coin-mo. and“. m 0!.- ..r. Bmkokupiv g and Writing. N138 DONALUA IOKBRRAUBI. IL. Gamma of «en's nivnnl . Bub)”. [Animlnm-h. lmbn. £11th . MIPS AMY EDGE Guanine «who; of Education. Bowen“: Lin-mun, 00-. Non. Goon-nulls, diowry ud an. Intending student. ahonld color at the begin- ning of tho car- “ pouibio. Band .C hob- wuod a mm. mm. Durh- h a uni notin- town, ”his; it. an.“ oluoanf ro-idonoo. “Them in nothing to explain.” Chm laid at last. “further than wht I luv. told you, Dr. Kim-on. l have rend n' few booksâ€"which I have come by.” “Do you mind telling me how you an» by‘ them?” “It mâ€"u bâ€"qnlta by net-Mam." Suddenly the mule a movement to the from the. mood :3 Wm In "hn school in than»: M equipped in mm qmlfly. in chains! .3 ‘ul Olbnlko m “So this,” she said sofuy. “is the mystery you find about me?” “Well, isn’t it a mystery?” “The explanation is so very simple.“ “I should like in beer it.” AAnin she dropped her eyes md hes- Agfln hi. tone of kindneu W; her face with color and light. BO thought he read in her eyes an In» ward struggle between a longing b; hire him into her confidence and n rear of trusting him so far. Thu tho: had something to conceal seemed to him certain. The strangenes- of it; was emphasized by the. fact that noth- ing could be more simple and open than the life of the Morningstnr tam- cryptic Joke? Yet I understand Ch hld five more years of schoollng than m1 Ind.” He suddenly leaned town. her. a rare gentleness in his tono. wouldn't be cryptic to you." “Eunlce,” he patiently argued. ' It to yourself. Would Ollle know WM. 1 was talking of If I spoke to her of ‘1 “Now." he told himself. “It flat: word was 't too much for her”â€" “I- _|§opld think your own )oh‘ In this mlxup,” he said thoughtfili “but It’s cryptic to me.” DURHAM SCHOOL ot laughter was eliminated {mmâ€"â€" hupresslon one gathered of he day to day. But then no m shout her did at Mar. 533: had the alarm of mm d» was In; to cry when to his attachment little ripple of um broke her. He had new man her even anal and he would at noon have looked (C a laugh from a Mater Dolomro. was sure that Balaam was not ma. dnmtounded when his aa- waxed coo-1 verantlonal than he was to hear thh girl laugh. Somehow the ham Id. night that old Eminent" would-1 ht you read annulus but the Bible C In!!!” and that that any n: the a. ly time you had to mad at all and y. declined in“ Ellery": one: o! boon." m troubled pucker- In her hm Grand Trunk Railway TIME-TABLE fi‘luppono there II a Joke somewhat. motto Haitiâ€"05'. J Tonga. Continued on page 7. Is“: A FF A N 0 WOW?! I“ trust me; explain yourself to '0 so 6 I‘ll”. (minted. Ind