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o Live fitt ad e Week. hea et Reports Fazmers‘ Ma:l â€"OPFPâ€" < _1 Phavr fhallon To tention voice. Jeanne stares, speechless and apparâ€" ently frozen. ‘Do you wish to speak to me*" he conâ€" tinues, "or is this the regular formality with which a stranger is greeted in Newâ€" ton Regis?*" Still Jeanne is silent. The stranger puts up his hand, and, still bareâ€"headed, rakes the snow from the back of his neck. j The action rouses Jeanne to a sense of the ridiculous in the situation, and slowâ€" ly the rigid lines of hre mouth relax, and a laugh, low and riprling, oozes from beâ€" tween her rich, red lips. For a moment _ the _ stranger looks gravely at her; then under his mousâ€" tache his own lips bend and he smiles. "L am glad," he said, smiling, "that I have been able to afford you any amuseâ€" ment. Have you any more snowballs in your pocket ?" Jeanne shakes her head slowly. "Co# Then I may turn my back in safety. Thanks! Good afternoon!" And with‘ a bow, he replaces his hat, and strides off. _ And Jeanne stares after him like Lot‘s wifeâ€"motionless. CHAPTER IIL BDofore the illâ€"used stranger has had time to get out of sight, afmoat before Jcanne had opened the side door, anothâ€" er footstep sounds on the hard path. This time it is a lighter, more hesitating step, and it belongs to a small, slightâ€"looking young man, with a bland, simple face. lc is dressed in the regulation long â€" skirted coat which our curates have adâ€" opted, and wears spectacles and a huge comforter, which winds its apparently interminable length around his neck. He carries a thick umbrella in one hand and a book in the other, and at sight of Jeanne, standing barcheaded and sprinkâ€" I~l with snow, he stops short with asâ€" tonishment, drops his book, and clutches nervously at his gingham. "Miss Jeanne, is that you * he deâ€" mands, in a weak, soft voice,which strugâ€" vies through the comforter; "out withâ€" out your hat, and in all this snow ?" "Cloodâ€"evening, Mr. Bell," says Jeanne, demurely. _ "Does it snow ?" It is snowing fast." & | HxeAs, Then, with a low bow, he takes off his 1at, and smiles ironically. ‘To what am I indebted for this atâ€" He looks up with an admirable start of surprise, and says, as innocently : "Is that you, sir *‘ and, unusually atâ€" tentive, respectfully adds : "Let me help you with your comforter, sir ?" "Thank you, Harry, thank you !" says the little man, cheerfully, so cheerfully that Hal eyes him and handles the comâ€" forter curiously. catch your deathâ€"â€"" "Then I had better go in." says Peanâ€" ne, promptly, ard darts off like an arâ€" row. \{r. Bell looks after her blushingly for a moment. then follows, and, entering the little, cozy parlor, finds Master Hal quictly seated at the table, gravely porâ€" ing over Euclid, as if he had been sitâ€" ting so for hours. There is no snow on his beloved tutor‘s ; back; the comforter is quite dry. Desâ€" Kuir and disappointment ! Jeanne‘s snow all must have missed him ! _ And it is with a decided change of voice that he | replies to Mr. Bell‘s usual questionâ€"| "Have you prepared â€" your _ studies,| Harry *" | "Josiah Brown, Carrier." Mrs. Brown opens the door, drops a courtesy, and follows him into a little sUttingsroon, made comfortable by a glowing fire and a table ready set for â€""Yes, a towel or cloth of some sort he says, taking off his coat. _ > “ijto“el":vh) bless me, sir, you‘te all over snow ! Some 0‘ those drefful bovs have been snowballing." _ j Meanwhile the stranger strides down the street, stops at a small cottage a little distance from the Gate House, and knocks at the door, over which runs the legond : she asks "Something of the sort, Mrs. Brown," he assents, smiling grimly at the vision oi the lithe ,graceful girl whom he left leaning defiantly against the gate rises before him; "it‘s of little consequence. If you will be good enough to wipe off my coat, I think 1 can shake it out of my neck. Thanks !" k "The audacity of them boys is dreadâ€" ful !" ejaculates Mrs. Brown, as she carefully wipes the coat. *"To think as they should have thrown at you, sir, & perfect stranger ! _ They ought to have known better. _ It‘s all off, now, sirâ€" I‘d better air it, though." "Don‘t trouble," he says. "Is this the tea *" and he eyes it gravely. "Yes. sir," says Mrs. Brown. "I hope you‘ll find it right; and, if you please, sir, my husband has brought your things sir.." nodding at the easel which stands in the corner of the room; "he‘s taken great care of them." . s Color, Flavor, Fragrance TEA. Its RICH, CLEAR COLOR, FRESH FRACRANCE ard DELICIOUS FLAVOR have made it hosts of friends. Are you one yet? "I‘m quite sure of that," he responds, carelessly. Mrs. Brown bustles about the table for a moment. and is about to leave the room, when her lodger looks up and says, indifferently enough: _ _ _ _ _ "There is a large, oldâ€"fashioned house behind a wall just by the street. Who lives there ?" "The Ciate House, sir, do you mean ?!" He nods. "Verv probably." I« there anything you‘d like, sir ? are the strong points of 439 Miss Jeanne,. it does he says, in a deep, musical 40c and 50¢ at all live grocers. Youll ,” ‘"Not at all," he answers, promptly. Mrs. Brown looks around the room, and her eyes rest on the easel. Instantly the good woman jumps to the conclu â€" sion that this lodger of hers, beâ€" ing an artist, is anxious to give lessons, or why should he come to Newâ€" ton Regis?* And she smiles benevolently. "A very nice gentleman is Mr. Dostrell, sir, and so is his sister. Quite the scholâ€" ard. A very quiet gentieman, indeed, he is. Théy do say as he might do wonâ€" ders in the chemistry way, for he spends all his time in making experiments; I don‘t know what for. He‘s quite a sciâ€" entific gentleman." ‘ "That‘s Mr. Dostreli‘s," says Mrs. Brown. "Mr. Dostrell and his sister, Miss Dosâ€" trell, live there. Do you know them, "And does no one else live with them*?" he asks. Her lodger nods .and takes up the teaâ€" pot, but so clumsily that Mrs. Brown winces. sIr "Only their nephew and riece," replies Mrs. Brown. "That‘s Miss Jear and Masâ€" ter Harry. _ Their name‘s Bertram. They‘rs orphans. A rare Turk is Master Harry, and Miss Jeanne has plenty of spirits, though she is so quiet. _Ah! Miss Jeanne‘s got as mucn pluck as many a boy, sir. Down by the cliff they keep a boatâ€"the Nancy Bell, she calls it; and they dowsay that she can sail this boat as if she was fisher born. She‘s never so happy as when she‘s sailing out in the bay. A rare, daring young puss she is, sir. They‘ve lived at the Gate House ever since they were children. Mr. Bell, the curate, teaches Harryâ€"but he don‘t teach them drawing, sir." Mrs. Brown‘s lodger looks rather perâ€" plexed at this picce of information; then he smiles, "I see," he says, almo>st inaudibly. But Mrs. Brown hears him. "No offence, I hope, sir, but 1 thought you might be looking for pupils, sir." "Just so, sir," assents Mrs. Brown, deâ€" lighted at her own shrewdness. "Mr. Dostrell‘s just the gentleman to have the young peopiec learn as much as they can; and there‘s plenty of others besides them; there‘s Miss Maud and Georgina, Mr. Lambton‘s daughters, up at the park; they‘d be only too pleased to learn drawing and painting, I‘ll be boand; and "I may," he says, slowly, ind with the same quiet smile; "and if I should be, you think Master Harry and Miss Jeanne would be eligible?" But Mrs. Brown, warned by the absent look on her lodger‘s face that he is not listening, stops short, removes an imaginâ€" ary speck of dust from the sideboard, and makes good her exit, fully convinced that her mysteroius lodger is a strugâ€" gling artist, who has come to Newton Regis in search of pupils. Left to himself, the mysterious indiâ€" vidual draws his chair nearer to the fire, and relights his pipe, totally neglecting the reeking muffins which Mrs. Brown has provided, and, staring at the glowing coals, smokes for some time moodily ; then he gets up, and, dragging a portâ€" folio from a corner, opens it, and slowly turns over a number of sketches. Presâ€" ently he comes to a rough, but masterly sketch of a woman‘s head. This he takes out, and, dropping it on the table, looks fixedly at it, his hands thrust into his pogke.ts. d on ty in it 1 e P ie o w P wl hoi HM0 c ‘ It is worth looking at, for it is the portrait of a woman of rare beautyâ€"a face almost perfectly oval, with the bluâ€" est of eyes and the most golden of golden hair. He looks at it long and fixediy ,then he takes it up and slowly tears it across and across, and tosses it onto the fire. "So vanishes," he mutters, watching the fierce flames as they swallow up the "So vanishes," he mutters, watching the fierce flames as they swallow up the paper, "the dream and the hope of a life. Let those prate of woman‘s love and woman‘s nobleness who may, my faith in them is as these ashesâ€"vanished. Whatâ€" ever folly may beguile and deceive me, that â€" baneful â€" willâ€"o‘â€"theâ€"wisp, woman‘s ft;;e.', i; “;;;);;;;-less henceforth to lead me astray. From this hour I stand impregâ€" nable and invulnerableâ€"I have done with you!" When Jeanne wakes next motning, King Frost rules supreme over Newton Regis; the casement windows are covâ€" ered with a delicate filigree of rime, the roads are like iron, and the old chestnut tree, whose leaves brush her windows in summer time, is covered with white. The moment she is dressed, Jeanne drags a bonnetâ€"box from the wardrobe, and disâ€" entombs her skates, and views them with a vague thankfulness. For Jeanne spoke the simple truth when she hinted at the danger which attended small articles at the Gate House. Mrs. Dostrell was an excellent woman, a genius at cookery, and amiable to a fault; but, like most geniuses when pushed, she was fertile in resources, and the most incongruous arâ€" ticles were made to do duty in sudden And with a grim intensity he thrusts the ashes of the exquisite portrait into the depths of the consuming fire. WELLRUE® So it continually came to pass that the dinner napkins were used as dusters, the hall chairs for impropmtu ladders, portions of the best tea services for jam pots, and Hal‘s skates had served to prop up the beer barrel. And if such unâ€" considered trifles escaped Aunt Dostrell, there was Uncle Dostrell to seize upon them as materials for his endless experiâ€" Even down 999 the stairs there CHAPTER IV Jeanne Truns Nx at Uncle Dostrell‘s experiments never get any further than experiments, never produce anything more useful than a sulâ€" phurous smoke, and, unfortunately, are attended, like most chemical _ experiâ€" ments, by atrocious smells. "Hal wil have to stay in this morning, smell of fusing acids, mingling with the odor of the bacon and sausages ®and Unâ€" cle Dostrell innmseif emerges from his laboratory with pieces of cottonâ€"wool entangled in his buttons, and a shimmerâ€" ing of steel filings in his gray ba&ir. TYA TRIAKLANY L eqnasdtnimmts "evmxcane wank "Well, Jeanne, my dear," _ he says, smiling through his dazed, preoccupied eyes. "Got your skates ready *â€"freezâ€" ing, I suppose. _ Strange arrangement of straps. I‘ve often wondered why they couldn‘t invent something simpler; if you‘ll let me have them after breakfast, I‘ll see if I can‘t fix a spring insteadâ€"" But Jeanne, made wary by experience, clings to her skates tenaciously, and laughs a "No, thank you, uncle! I know! you‘ll file them all away, and dissolve them, as you did the brooch you were going to regild." "Tut tut!" says the old gentleman, smiling. "You‘ll never appreciate =*iâ€" ence, Jeanne." "Not while it devours everything that | comes within its reach. But come along, j uncle, don‘t go back, breakfast is ready. And ohb, uncle, I want five shillings for Hal‘s new skates." _ "Never mind, uncle. I‘ll get it out of aunt. Wait; let me pick these pieces of cotton off your coatâ€"that‘s it; now come on," and the old man, keeping pasâ€" sive in the hands of the young girl, is led to his seat. "Oh, certainly, my dear," says the old man, fumbling in his pockets promgtly, but he brings out nothing in the shape of money, save a shilling and a halfâ€" penny, reposing among bits of quartz, zinc, and copper, and Jeanne, laughing at his rueful face, drags him into the breakâ€" fastâ€"room. Aunt Dostrell is just as practical as her brother is theoretical, and is alâ€" ready serving out the ham and eggs with the air of a matron at the Foundling MHospital. _ She looks up sharply as Jeeanne enters. "I was just going to send up to you, Jeanne; I didn‘t expect to see you down. Your boots, Jane tells me, are wet through and through, and your shawl saturated with melted snow. Where did you go last night?â€"and Hal‘s boots are just the same." ol 9k » o â€" Jeanne looks confused for a moment. Hal stares at his plate with an incipient grin struggling on his face. Jeanne has kept her mistake a profound secret even from Hal, has struggled to forget and wipe it from the tablets of her own mind, but her heart beats apprehensiveâ€" ly. Can the stranger ave been mean enâ€" ough to walk around and complain? The red flushes her face, then she puts on a bold front. "The boots will dry, aunt. We were out in the snow yesterday afternoon. And, aunt, Hal wants five shillings for a pair of skates for the Park, you know." "You can‘t buy skates in Newton Regâ€" is, Jeanne." "Hal can walk over to Marlyâ€"â€"" "Hal will have to stay in this morning, if he is going out this afternoon." says Aunt Dostrell, with mild firmness. Hal looks the picture of despair, _ but Jeanneâ€"generous Jeanne, halfâ€"boy _ at heartâ€"comes to the reseue. "Then I‘ll walk over, aunt," she says, and Aunt Dostrell, vanquished at all points, slowly and reluctantly produces two halfâ€"crowns, while Hal nods grate« fully across the table, and indalges in a quiect, inoffensive dance on the tips of his toes, Meals don‘t oceupy much time at the CGiate House. There is the remainder of the pig to be manipulated by Aunt Dosâ€" trell, and Uncle John is all anxiety to get back to the crucibles. Haif an hour afterward Jeanne is stepping briskly down the strets, her lithe figure clad in its serviceable blue serge, one streak of crimson across the skirt, her brownâ€"gold hair rippling in its tight coils under her close little sealskin hat, her beautiful face bright and frank, her heart beatâ€" ing blithely under the influence of the crisp, frosty air. Jeanne can walk blithely, and look frankly, for, as yet, she is in "maiden meditation fancy free." With Jeanne all is real as yet; she has not yet passâ€" ed beyond the porials of the great temâ€" ples of love. Love is to Jeanne as an unmeanin, symbol of some deep mysâ€" tery, of the very nature of which she is entirely ignorant. The library at the Gate House is small, ard is absolutely deficient in â€" works _ of imagination. Jeanne knows the few readable books by heart, but, although they have taught her something of the history of England, its language, and not a little of chemisâ€" try, they have taught her nothing of the divine passion, the absorbing element of a woman‘s life. Jeanne and love have not, as yet. met, and the heart that beats so healthily and regularly within her bosom is that of a child, strong and fearlesss, true and noâ€" ble, but a child‘s still. The greatest joy that Jeanne has yet experienced is a fair wind in the sails of the Nancy Bell, the blue sky above her, and the rushing waâ€" ter beneath the keel. Jeanne is perfectly free from vanâ€" ity. That she is beautiful no one has as yet told her, not even Mr. Bell, who worâ€" ships her, but who would as soon dare to beard his bishop as to breathe a hint of his adoration to the frank, and someâ€" times pitilessly candid Jeanne. Poor Bell can orly tremble in her presence, and lavish rervous, admiring and tender glances through his spectacles. a There is one ironmonger in Marly, who unearths from his extremely varied stock a pair of skates. which, luckily, are Hal‘s size, and with those on her arm and sundry other small purchases in her pocket, Jeanne turns toward home. There are not many young ladies who would venture a six miles‘ walk to join a skating party; but Jeanne‘s pedestrian wers are considerable, and Marly is K:lf way benind her when, just at the entrance to the wood through which runs the direct cut to Regis, she is brought to a halt by the low whine of a dog. Between Jeanne and the animal creaâ€" tion is a sympathy vast and deep. That she has not a dog of her own is owi to the fact that no animal‘s life is w::g a day‘s purcnase at Gate House, in conâ€" Newton Regis, generally, has not awakâ€" ened to the fact that the girl who came among them a little, wee thing, is rapâ€" idly growing into a beautiful woman, and now, as she passes down the street, all who meet or see her give her a smiling greeting, some pausing on the way eo look at her supple figure as it moves gracefully down the lane. | * half way benind her when, just at the | saw oachi s > entrance to the wood through which runs | train due here ‘at 7.05, . To their horror the direct cut to Regis, she is brought to | this train, which was the real one, kept a halt by the low whine of a dog. ‘ on at a terrific pace towards the burning Between Jeanne and the animal creaâ€" | cars. It reached the scene and passed tion is a sympathy vast and deep. That | through it with a roar. Mr. Seeley and she has not a dog of her own is owing his companion kept on and reached the to the fact that no animal‘s life is worth ghee wE:re they supposed there was a a day‘s purcnase at Gate House, in conâ€" burning train. They found nothing, sequence of the multifarious poisons, ‘Their report of this strange affair has liquid and solid, which Uncle John leaves been listened to with interest. All the about the house and yard. Jeanne -wru people are well known locally and well short and turrs to the hedge instantly, thought of. ; The terrier weepinely explains in his own language, the Jeaune, who posnbl_\" | understands him, quickly discovers that he has a thorn in his foot. Now a thorn in the foot is the one thing that utterly ‘eurshes a dog. No amount of licking | will get rid of it, and, indeed, only ‘ makes matters worse. I think it was ‘a thorn which Androcles extracted from the lion‘t foot. Like Androcles, Jeanne | knows no fear. She goes down on her knees, tears off her gloves, and deftly removes the cause of trouble. Master terrier watches the operation with inâ€" tense anxiety and interest, and, on its _ conclusion, jumps to his feet with a | bark of grateful satisfaction, but his ; bark is too premature; the thorn is gone, j but the pain is left behind, and, with a \l yell of pain, he falls back,. and, holding ‘ up his leg, regards it dolefully. | Every man and woman _ in Canada ‘ needs a tonic medicine at this season of the year. They must have new, rich ‘blood to build them up to bear the tryâ€" ing heat of summer. Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills are the greatest spring tonic in the | whole world. Every dose makes new, | rich bloodâ€"new . vigorous life. â€" They: transform weak, weary, angemic girls] : into healthy, graceful, wellâ€"developed wo-' ‘ men. They make debilitated men strong, lusty and energetic. They give worn, | despondent women new health and comâ€" | fort. _ They do this every timeâ€"they cannot fail. After a course of Dr. Wilâ€" ‘liams‘ Pink Pills every man and woman can withstand the summer‘s heat free from backache and headaches, weakness and despondency. Mrs. M. A. White, Seal Cove, Que.. says: "I cannot praise | Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills too highly. They have not only made a new person ‘ of myself, but have been of inestimable ‘ value in my family. I always keep the pills in my. home, and the result is I have ro doctor‘s bills; nor have I any delicate boys or girls, as the pills keep them strong and healthy. I constantly ‘ recommend the pills to my friends, and I always hear good words from those ‘ who use them." o aile * ¢ * "Poor :i:)gg\ :" says Jeanne, "what‘s the matter®*" e and, guided by a long series of whines and suppressed howls, finds a small dog of the Manchester terrier variety lying in the frosty ditch by the wayside. At sight of Jeanne‘s pitying face, he, as is usual with his kind, falls over on his back, sticks his legs in the air and slowly wage his tail. o mt "Why, you can‘t walk!" says Jeanne; "you poor foot‘s so swollen, isn‘t it? Well, never mind, I must earry you. Where do you live?® Why, you are one of the Park dogs." C C Master Terrier does not deny it, and whines for Jeanne to take him up, which she is about to do, when a man‘s voice, directly behind her, says: "What is the matter®" Jeanne startsâ€"not so much at the unexpected sound of a human voice, but because she recognizes it, and turns her head. Behind her, on the path, stands her victim of the preceding evening, his six feet looking gigantic on the path above, his dark eyes regarding her with grave amusement. Flint, Mich.. April .â€"Mrs. Fred. Seeâ€" ley, of Whigville, has reported a strange | phenomenon. _ She, with her husband and a few friends, saw what they beâ€" lieved to be a fully equipped and speedâ€" ing passenger train on the tracks of the !Pere Marquette Railway, a few miles from their house. They saw the train come to a full stop and noted the lights in the windows. Then there seemed to ‘be a catastrophe of some sort, and the | whole train was seen to be in flames in im short time. Dr. Williams Pink Pills Makes Strength for Summer. â€" Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills do not act upon the bowels; they do not bother with the mere symptoms of disease; they simply make new rich, red blood, and thus cure all the common ailments of life. But you must get the genuine with the full name of Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills for Pale People, on the wrapper around each box. Sold by all dealers elsewhere or by mail at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50 by writing The Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont, Many of our local readers are familâ€" iar with the legend of the phantom train that is said to have been frequently seen aproaching the old bridge over the Jacques Cartier river on the then main line of the Lake St. John Railway at St. Gabriel as if coming from Quebec, and then suddesly disappearing. . So many of the good people of Valeartier and St. Catherine‘s claim to have witâ€" nessed this strange appearance and are ready to this day to vouch for its truth upon oath that it is impossible to doubt that they really saw something, at times, which was caleulated to create the impression of an approaching railway train. They describe this impression as that which would be caused by the headâ€" light of a locomotive hunning at night towards the bridge from Quebec, and the flashing of the lights from the winâ€" dows of the cars it was drawing. Various theories were propounded to account for this unusual phenomenon. Mirages, peâ€" culiar states of the atmosphere, willâ€"0‘â€" theâ€"wisp fires and many other things have been put forward to explain it. Even the supernatural was dragged in to serve the purpose, but to this day the mystery has remained unsolved. _ Anâ€" other case of the same kind has just preâ€" sented itself in Michigan, which will inâ€" terest all acquainted with the Valcartâ€" ierâ€"St. Catherine‘s story. It is related in the following despatch: 3 Strange Phenomenon in Michigan Recalls an Old Quebec Story. Mrs. Secley‘s husband, with a man employed by him on the farm, took a lighted lantern and started for the scene of the supposed fire. On their way they A SPRING TONIC. A PHANTOM TRAIN. tTo be continued.) As all horticulturists are interested in any per ceat. solution gave excellent results, method of reducing the labor and expense . .@ uas beea avulua i1 @Xperuments male of protecting fruit trees _ against the atâ€" \ on peuca trees that a 10 per cent. solution tacks of insects and mnq. new remedies | of mâ€"1, walle it will gestroy young scmies,, are always welcomed. ests made last| is not strong emough o wili ain of the year with "Kâ€"L," the name assigned to A | ure@umg it¢mu,08, micaoUugd iwo . or three mixture of kerosene, bydrated lime and ‘ applications during the season will hoid water (the K and L being the initials 0% | tnem im check. A stronger imixture, 12%, kerosene and lime), demorstrate that 1th* or 15 per cent., woulid . doubtiess have mixture is a cheap and very effective nm-‘cleund mem aii off, since taey were not ery for insects that live by sucking th¢ | protected by rough bark. The use of 10 juices of plants. Kâ€"Lâ€"B is kerosene, lime: per cent. Kâ€"l, once every day for two and Bordeaux mixture, and is worthy Of} months will certainly eragicate them, but trial to @estroy fuagus diseases as well this increases the expense too much. A as sucking insects,. This is made exactly . stronger mixture, with fewer applications, like Kâ€"L except that Bordeaux mixture is | is preferable. There was no foliage injury used instead of water. Kâ€"Lâ€"Bâ€"P is ker0â€"| to these trees, From results obtained the sene, lime, Bordeaux mixture and polsnn.‘tollowin; can be suggested for trial durâ€" It is made like Kâ€"Lâ€"B, except that ""llux the dormant season: ‘The 20 per cent. poison, whether Parts green, dispa®>n¢, ‘ of % per cent. Kâ€"Lâ€"B (keroseneâ€"limeâ€"Borâ€" arsenite of lime or soda, or green arsenoid, | deaux) especially on peach trees, to get is added to the Bordeaux mixture. This the effect of the Bordeaux mixture against is a theorttical combination pamacea . for | leaf curl and brown rot, and on apple trees all the ills and pests of the orchard, b@ / where the scab and bitter or black rot are they sucking insects, biting ingects Or | prevalent. The 20 per cent. or 25 per cent. fungus diseases, . It is worthy of mlw-“K-L. with or without rosin soap, or the consideration and trial as a "Jack of all|same strength with salt, 1 pound to 5 ga!â€" sprays." ‘The attention of fruit growers is , lons, may be employed, or 20 per cent. called to these mixtures by Professor C. P.| Kâ€"L with caustic soda, 1 pound to from 12 Close, of the Delaware College h‘.xperlmc-ntito 20 gallons, An addition of salt should Station, Newark, Del., who has made many | not be used G@uring the growing season. lexperlmenu in the direction of the q«--"l‘he Kâ€"Lâ€"B is to be preferred above al! struction of the insect and funges enemies ;otbor mixtures. ‘The trees should be pruned of fruit growers. The lime is simply the | before spraying is done. ‘Tests have shown carrier for the kerosene. Crude petroloum | that early November and late spring treatâ€" cannot be substituted â€" for the kerosene, i Ments are the most effective, and special which is the real killing agent. In sumâ€"~| emphas$s is haereby given to this point. mer it seems to «o its deadly work and to| While no form of Kâ€"L has been tried on evaporate within a few days. In fall and the various alphides, pear psylla and other winter it persists two or three weeks at sucking insects, there is no apparent reaâ€" least. and seems to extend its killing period j son why it should not be completely effecâ€" to 12 or 14 weeks, or even longer. This | tive against them. Kâ€"Lâ€"Bâ€"P is the mixture last statement is borne out by frequent exâ€"|that should be used so as to avercome aminations, in which it was noted that a|fungous diseases and all kinds of insects larger percentage of scales was dead at eaca with one remedy. The 10 per cent. soluâ€" succesive examination up to 13 weeks atterl”nn is composed of 5 gallons kerosene, 90 spray ing. :‘;“‘!ndl llmp‘ and 44% gallons water; the iHydutéd Lime and Bordeaux Mixture, P is kh ol ie futocs n »an : Hhan S z Valuable Results From Expsriments on Fruit Trees. i $ 40 40 OOAAA OO OOAAA TbA 4 44 4444444 4440000444004 44 f The Kâ€"L mixtures are easily made withâ€" out any beating of materiais, are moderate in cost, are not disagreeable to handle except when caustic soda is used, have no unpleasant odor, can be sprayed through the finest kind of a nozzle without clogâ€" ging, if foreign matter is kept out, do not necessarily require straining, are . efâ€" fective and adbhere well, can be applied at any ‘ime during the year, are absolutely uniform in percentage of kerosene, . can be used against all sucking insects and fungous diseases also, all in one applicaâ€" tion; can be distinctly seen on the trees, so a careless nozzleman carnot hide . a poor job. Another special advantage is the spreading of the spray on the bark, like the spreading of oil on paper. This is especially desirable on fuzzy twigs like those of the apple. For use during . the summer, it is safe to apply 10 per cent. Kâ€"L, with or without adhesives, to apples, pears, peaches, plums, cherries, quinces, currants, etc. From tests made it seems perfectly safe to advocate 12% per cent. Kâ€"L on all these fruits, and even 15 per cent. on apples and pears. A â€" stight leaf injury may follow, but since the stronger the mixture the more destrucâ€" tive it is to the scale, it is good pracâ€" tice to risk a little tor the sake of effiâ€" ciency. The warfare must be relentiess, however. In a trial to completely eradiâ€" cate the scale at one application, on Auz. 2ith, from apple and pear trees of the third year‘s growth, the 15 per cent. Kâ€"L and without rosin soap, was a complete success. This . was . accomplished with slight leaf injury where plain Kâ€"L was used, and with more Jeaf injury where rosin soap was added. To test the follage susceptibility to kerosene injury, _ cherry, peach and wild goose plum _ trees . were #nrayed July 254 with »15 rcr cent. . Kâ€"L. The peach was very slightivy injured. *be cherry and plum not at all _ On Augu«t *%rd4 peach trees were sprayed with 15 per cent. Kâ€"L, with and without rosin soan, \...‘ only slight leaf injury followed, On nlum trees a % per cont. solution destrovâ€" od every scale, and on peach tross a & After the mixture stands for a time the lime holding the kerosene mostly settles to the bottom, a little frothy lime rises to the top and the clear water stands beâ€" ween the two layers of lime. Some fruit growers who have made Kâ€"L thought this meant a separating out of the kerosene, but such is not the case; it is only the natural condition of settling noticed _ in all spray mixtures. When it is stirred, to throw the particles of lime into suspenâ€" sion again, the mixture is in the same condition exactly as when first made. Such settling as Kâ€"L into two layers of lime with clear water between need cause no uncasiâ€" ness or doubt as to the stability and perâ€" fection of the mixture. A word of cauâ€" tion must be given with respect of allowâ€" ing the mixtzrre to stazd lorger than a day or two. If this is done there will be a loss of water by evaporation, thereby deâ€" creasing the total volume, but increasing the percontage of kerosene. When finally used water should be added to replace that loss by evaporation, thus restoring _ the Kâ€"L to its original strength. An excelâ€" lent method of dry slaking lime was sugâ€" gested recently by Dr. M. B. Waite, of the Department of Afirk'ulture at Washâ€" ington. ‘The stone lime is broken into small tieces, and a small portion is put into a wooden box; upon this lime is sprinkled a little hot water, and when slaking is nicely started the balance of the lime is poured in and some kind of a cover thrown over the box to keep in the heat and steam, which cause the entire amount of lime to slake into a dry, impalpâ€" able powder. This should be carefully siftâ€" ed through at least a 40â€"inch sieve, and it is then ready for use. To make Kâ€"Lâ€"B (keroseneâ€"limeâ€"Bordeauz) use exactly the same troportions of kerosene and lime a« just given, but substitute Bordeaux mixâ€" ture for water. The Bordeaux mixture is made by dissolving four pounds of copper sulvhate and dilluting with water to 25 gallons. Slake four pounds of lime, add water, strain and dilute to twentyâ€"five gallons. Pour the copper sulphate soiuâ€" tion into the lime water and stir. _ Rosin soun (3 pounds of ordinary washing soda. 6 pounds rosin and 4 gallons of water boiled about an hour to make 4 gallons of soan, replacing evaporated water) may be use as an adhesive, â€" one quart of soap being sufficient for 50 gallons of Kâ€"L. HOW TO MAKE THE MIXTURE. Advantages of the Mixture TORONTO son why it should not be completely effecâ€" tive against them. Kâ€"Lâ€"Bâ€"P is the mixture that should be used so as to avercome fungous diseases and all kinds of insects with one remedy. The 10 per cent. soluâ€" tion is composed of 5 gallons kerosene, 90 nounds lime and 44% gallons water; the 12% per cent. solution is 6% #allons keroâ€" sene. 25 pounds lime. and 4% gallons water; the 15 ner cent. eolution is 6% gallons keroâ€" sone, 95 nounds lime an 443 eallons water: the 15 per cent. «enlstion is 74 galions kerosene. 30 pounds lime ald 41% #allons water: the 20 ner cent. solution is 10 gal= lans of kerosene and 40 nounds of lime in M8L eallons of water. and the 95 ner cent solution j« 1914 pallans of kerasene, A wa‘tnds of lime and 34% @rlMong wator ‘The nroportinns are far FQ eallans of tha mixture, allawanse bein= made for the lime in increasing the v~alume. Children shudder at castor oil, and with good reason, Castor oil is a relic of oldâ€"time barbarism. Not only it is reâ€" pulsive to the taste, but it gripes and tortures delicate children. Mofiern mothâ€" ers use Baby‘s Own Tabletts, a gentle laxative which does not gripe; a comâ€" forting medicine which may be given to a newâ€"born babe without fear of harm. These Tablets cure all the minor ills of little ones, and promote natural sleep and rifise. Mrs. R. H. James, Fenaghâ€" vale, t., says: "I find great satisâ€" faction in the use of Baby‘s Own Tablets, and do not know how I could get alo without them, They make chilfien w:fi and keep them well." And you have a guarantee that there is not one particle of opiate or harmful drug in this mediâ€" cine. Sold by medicine dealer or by mail at 25 cents a box by writing the Dr. Williams Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. Reaction of Litmus Paper Will Show When Life is Extinct. Henry de Varigny reviews in the Paris Temps a book by MM. Brissemoret and Ambard which hbe thinks interesting in itself and an invaluable contribution to biology. The book devotes itself to the search for an absolutely in{fallible sign of death, a quest made important by what is feared and believed to be a too prevalent danger of burial alive,. This is the safeguard already called the Brisseâ€" moretâ€"Ambard sign. J a handsomely bound book, boarded a Troost avenue car at the Eighth street viaduct. The wind whistled in at the open door of the back platform, and it (-viden% oceurred to him to go inside where was warmer. Absently, with a quick, nervous gesture, he threw the book over the railing to the street below, thrust the lighted cigar into the outside pocket of his overcoat, and started up the crowded aisle. But there was no lack, of alertness in his manner when the pacâ€" ket began to smoke and he realized what he had done. HMe got off the car at Wall street and went back after the discardâ€" ed volume.â€"Kansas City Journal G Woes of an Absentâ€"Minded Man. During the rush home before dinner the other night a dignified man, deep in thought, smoking a cigar and carrying Experiments made show that this change occurs with great rapidity. _ In animals it is noticeable within a quarâ€" terâ€"hour after the last breath. With man about half an hour is needed. But two hours after death the process has markedly proceeded, and _ twentyâ€"four hours afterwards the acidification has advanced to extreme intensity, It would seem, therefore, as Brissemoret and Amâ€" bard point out, that there is aforded a sure means of ascertaining the presence of death, and even of fixing the time at which it occurred. (Rochester Democrat.) The bayonet is not a nice weapon, either in appearance or in its uses. It represents the ugliest kind of battle fighting, the handâ€" toâ€"hand, plain, unmitigated, purposeful kitlâ€" ing of a fellow man. Modern thought and sentiment condemned it as too barbarous im purpose and action . for modern clvilized troops. But the lessons of the Russoâ€"Japanâ€" ese war, as read by American experts, seem to teach that the bayonet is still an essenâ€" tial as in the old days when men were not so anxlous to refine away the crude horrors of the battlefield. Certain conditions am modern warfare, the deadly work of the longâ€"distance repeating rifle and the scythaâ€" like operations of the machine guns, neces#lâ€" tate night attacks with #iience and cold steel. Eo the old bayonet, which was b::’ on the wall with the abandoned armor battle axes of the days of chivairy, has ben taken down and has come to its own again. _ At the best we cannot make real war smoothâ€"faced, dainty and lovely. It is the same old grim visaged, bloody â€"handod monster. tedl The instruments for obtaining the sign are sim‘rle enoughâ€"a hypodermic syrâ€": inge and a picce of litmus paper. Any‘ doctor may make the test with case. The sign itself‘ grows out of a wellâ€"known fact, which is the change that occurs in the liver and sgleen from the alkaline, state of life to the acid state in denthg It may be said without paradox tha life is alkaline, death is acid. fi THE MODERN MOTHER. ABSOLUTE SIGN OF DEATH Bayonet to the Front.