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Y a mad, but I have : you have aceus thirtk I married whe waves her ha ture. "You think erous, and deceit spise me! brt y back, though I w go‘! But it is not are the Marchioness of Ferndale, this is your house, your settlement deeds are in my lawyer‘s hands already signed. #* Yesterday I reverenced your simple, genâ€" erous, childlike nature too deeply to speak of such matters; toâ€"night, lnow- ing what I know, I can speak out. I "Jeanneâ€"Jeanne! Come back!" Eut before he can reach the curtain he RBears the outer door close, and realizes 4hat she has gone beyond recall. _ With a smothered oath he flings himself onto "You will have it so," he says, speakâ€" ing with an effort. "From toâ€"night we are to live apartâ€"one only to the world. Ob, do not shrink!" for as he speaks, she has drawn further away from hisâ€" "1 will not force your love. It was yours to give or to withhold. . So be it â€"so ends this last hope of happiness!" "Crushed by your own hand," she says, "by yeur own hand!" and without anâ€" Other word she turns and moves silentiy wver the thick carpet to the conservaâ€" He searcely knows that she has moved, but when he lifts his head and finds that mMJgone,lnswuiorwud,umng & chair, and looks about him with a dazâ€" ed, vacant stare. 4 4* "1 ‘The black fit is passing rapidiy, the wom seems stifling and hot as a furnace. With a fresh oath, the miserable victim UÂ¥krows open the window, and passes to Hie has made a step toward her, but at the gentle, cold words bhe stops and folds his arms. "No," she breathes, "noâ€"mo! 1 canâ€" not forget! We are apartâ€"apart!" Terrified in his turn, he holds out his hands to her. "Jeanne," he implores, "have you forâ€" gotten 1â€"1 love you, Jeanne? _ Have you losi all love for me so soon ?" A sharp pang seems to wring her DCArt, "Yes," she breathes "I did love you, but not nowâ€"not now. Â¥You have driven my love away. UJo not come near me!" But Jeanne, the old Jéanne, is not to be whistled back to his finger like a tame bird ; rather, like an,eagle, she is soaring wbove him, and bevond his reach. With one lithe movement she moves away, extending one hand to keep him And he moves toward her with outâ€" stretched arms. > L* borne by admiration. _ Never has she seemed so lovely in his eyes as she apâ€" pears nowâ€"her lithe, graceful figure drawn to its full height, ner eyes flashâ€" ing like diamonds, her lips apart. * Jeanne," he cries, hoarsely, "what 1 have said 1â€"for neaven‘s sake forget it! Jeanme, come back to me! 1â€"there is some mistakeâ€"â€"* "Yes," she says, with a look of anâ€" guish, "you thougot you loved me." "some mistakeâ€"1 have been mad! Jeanneâ€"my Jeanneâ€"forgive me! come back to me!" to him blushingly, so childlike in her ways and words that it seemed desecraâ€" tion to kiss her? This proud, passionâ€" ate, indignant woman cannot be Jeanne. Hut surprise is mingled with and overâ€" borne by admiration. _ Never has she eprings to her feet. It is her turn rnow. "Do not touch me," she breathes, all the passionate indignation of a wohan scorned blazing in her eyes. "Do not come near me. You have driven me half mad, but I have sense to remember what you have accused me of. â€" Youâ€"you thirk I married you for all this," and she waves her band with a scornful gesâ€" ture. "You think me false, and treachâ€" erous, and deceitful. You hate and deâ€" spise me! brt you wil; not let me go back, thougzh 1 want to goâ€"yes, want to go! But it is not true that I deceived you â€"you do not understand why; you canâ€" not, you are too unjust! I did deceive you, and 1 will bear the punishment. Because T did it I will stay; I will not do you any further harm, as I have done you so much. This great place is large enough for both of us. You have said that we are apartâ€"we will keep so. I will stay until you tell me I may go â€"until you tell me that I may go!" and with a solb she presses her hands to her eyes and moves toward the door. He rises slowly, and looks at her with a bewildered stare. Is this Jeanneâ€"the yielding, loving girl, who used to cling to him blushingly, so childlike in her ways and words that it seemed desecraâ€" rou, and ] ibmnse I ¢ do you any vyou so mu« enough for that we ar will stay i â€"until vour At his t ergy of 1 aprings to She is at the door, but she hesitates â€"something in the word, or the tone of the last word, touches her to the heart and wrings it. With a low ery, she rinks into a couch and hides her face. Vane turns whiter than before, his mad passion, already half spent, falls suddenly like an exhausted flame, With a groan he strides across the room and, kneeling beside her, lays his burning band on her bare arm. "Jeanne." he breathes fiecrcely, " say â€"Jeann that vou T Cns 1 n en " n have made as ample, and more amrle, provision for you, than if m a score of lawyers at your k. All this is yours, you cannot leave itâ€"you have robbed me of my heart, do not take away my good name by leaving your home." She is at the door, but she hesitates â€"somethin4" in the ward ar tha tana "God knows," he says, with suppressed bitterness, "if this day‘s work could be erased, my hand should be the first to wipe it out. I say it calmly; act you as ealmly. You cannot repair by flight the injury you have done; you ‘will but add a sharper sting to it by publicity. You are no child, Jeanne; you have proved yourself too much a woman; think before you set every tongue wagâ€" ging, every finger pointing at the man whose love you won by deceit and conâ€" cealment! Besides," and his lips twist into a painful smile, "why should {ou cast aside all you have played for? You You Don‘t Know Good Tea its FRESH, NATURAL FRAGRANCE pleases the most critical and will be a REVELATION to you. LOVE AND A TITLE h, at the almost savage enâ€" words, she shudders and ONLY ONE BEST TEA. UNTIL YOU‘VE TRIED rapidly, the V TEA. BLUE RIBBON‘S IT. Try the Red Label. faney, and it has goneâ€"dispelled by the his identity known! ver and her heart ache! It is true, all that the fairâ€"haired, fashiouable beauty told her! _ Vane‘s love for her was a fancey, and it has goneâ€"dispelled by the Jeanne hides ber face in her hands, and thinksâ€"thinks as she never thought beâ€" fore, staring at the sweet, pale face which stares back at her in the glaes. Every word of that bitter accusation she slfs up, Tumg herself not one. She has deceived himâ€"yes; no matter with what motive. It is true that she has deâ€" ceived him! How could she tell him of the doubts and fears which tl;? her siâ€" lent on all concerning that baleful visit of the Lady Lucelle She had deceived him, and lost his loveâ€"if ever hers to lose. If ever it was hers to lose! That is the thought which makes her lips quiâ€" _ It is a bitter thought, but it is the enly thing that saves Jeanneâ€"Jeanne, _And here Jeanne remembers that she is the Marchioness of Ferndale, it is not all a strange and fevered dream. The man from whom she has fled, whose bard, cruel words ring in her burning ears, is her lover, is the great marquisâ€" and she, is his wife. + * MA * As she goes to the table, her hands fall on a magmificent dressing case, and her gaze rests on the coronet and initials emblazoned upon each of the brushes, upon the golden tops of the scent Pott.lm. right again and facing her position. With a little tremor of shyness and alarm, she looks at the stra.nie richness of her surroundings, upon the decoraâ€" tions of the dainty little roms, the rare hangings and exquisite furniture, the costly _appointmenLâ€"w_ here is she?t _ Jeanne does not cry for long, the very violence of her fifiel forbids that, and almost as suddenly as she threw herself on her knees, calling on "Hal," she is upâ€" an, surely, for every woman knows the worth of them. When Jeanne stood confronting the passionate storm of Vane‘s bitter disapâ€" pointment and unreasoning jealousy, she would as soon have dreamed of laughing as of crying. But once alone, in the soliâ€" tude of her room, away from the reâ€" Kroaohful anger of that voice, and the itter scathing of those eyes, sne can weep, and the overstrained misery reâ€" laxes, the feverish excitement is allayed. Tears! who calls them idle? Not a womâ€" a shifting sense of misery, and finds no outlet for the bubbling, seething pain which threatens to stifle him; but womâ€" en! no anguish is so intent but, sooner or later, it finds its expression, its outlet, andâ€"its relief. While the world lasts, women will have one great, vast advantage over their lords and mastersâ€"they can weep! Man, poor man, meets the sharp, sudden stroke of misfortune, the dull, persistent blows of adversity, with a wrung heart, child!" "Merciiul Heaven!" she exclaims, tremâ€" bling. "What has happened? _ Crying like that, already! Poor childâ€"poor "lUo, please, at once!" and, following her to the door, she locks and bolts it. she goes to the innermost room, and boits and locks both doors, and then, womanâ€"like, falls upon her knees and bursts into a passion of tears. "Uh, Halâ€"Halt~ Stifle as she may the sobs that shake her as a willow is shaken by the wind, Mrs. Fleming hears them as she passes the door, and, pausing a moment, 18 scared and horrified by the sound. "Kight," says Jeanne, at random. "Are you waiting for me? Who are you?â€"yes, 1 remember. No, do not wait, please." "But your ladyship will let me comb your hbairâ€"â€"" "Noâ€"no!" says Jeanne, hurriedly. *1 was right to wait, my lady, was 1 not?" she says; then stops suddenly, struck dumb by Jeanne‘s white face and wild eves. A maidservant, coming from one of the roems, stands back against the hall as my lady goes along the corridor, as if it were a goddess passing, little thinkâ€" ing it is only an unhappy woman. There are softly shaded lights upheld by gleaming statuettes along all the corâ€" ridors, and Jeanne remembers her way, or finds it by instinet, and at last reaches her own room. As she enters the boudoir Atrs. Flemâ€" ing rises from a chair. One or two of the servants are movâ€" ing about. ‘Fully, the butier, crosses the hall slowly, and solemnly _ stands aside as she passes him. _ With a wild, almost blind haste Jeanne crossed the hall, and goes up the #reat staircase. KFor, with a groan, he leans his elbows on the balustrade, and his head on his hands, and there he remains smoking and repentant until the dawn comes creepâ€" ing slowly from the east, and throws its gray, cold light on a face as cold and gray as its own.. Before that cigar is half consumed, Yane, Marquis of Ferndale, sees his folâ€" ly and curses the madness which has cast aside, utterly thrown away, and trampled upon that sweetest gift which the gods can give a manâ€"love! _ ‘That cigar has effected all that reason, love and experience failed to doâ€"it dispels the remaining symptome of the Fernâ€" dale passion; but it shows, clearly as Ehe noonday sun, how great a fool he OUh, potent tobacco! who, knowing your virtues, can speak too highly in your praise? and fro with agitated steps; then he takes out his cigar case, and, with trembâ€" ling fingers, lights a cigar. And so ends Jeanne‘s weddingâ€"day. 4O0S . 169 â€"For to live living same There plaint she is Mrs. V e ce mmemeng £ goings l the m: $ Acuonke u«s Sunk t _ Clarence nods and sighs, as he lights a wellâ€"worn brierwood pipe. | °_ _______ "Thinking of past times, and lost loves, eh, old man ? Oh, I‘ve heard you were awfully hard hit last yearâ€"somewhere down in the country, wasn‘t it ?" "There was a great deal of cackle about some one, but I didn‘t pay much m’h 'nlehmee,wfl.gaafltflt sigh. Charlie laughs and claps him on the back. Nugent laughs. 3 "Getting qvite a ervn‘c in your old age, Lane. No, the marchioness isn‘t any â€" thing of the kind. Why, man, didn‘t you hear them talking about her at dinner last night *" is Ad4Ankivg 1 _ _"And his wifeâ€"what‘s she like ?" asks Clarence, trudging back with his newlyâ€" slaughtered victims in his hand. "Usual kind of them, I supposeâ€"tall and serene, in black satinâ€"it‘s black velvet if it‘s a duchess, satin for a marchioness, and I suppose all the rest of ‘em have to go in "What, old Vane ?" laughs Charlie. "There isn‘t a joliler fellow going â€" when you know him. â€"A little stiff at first, perhaps, a little whatâ€"doâ€"youâ€"callâ€" it ?â€"eccentric; but as easy going as a windmill. Awfully glad he‘s coming ! We haven‘t seen each other for nine months. The funniest start he went on that ever you heard of !" "Shâ€"sh !" breaks in Clarence, suddenly, "there goes a brace !" and, raising his gun, he brings them down. 6 ~ & "No," replies Clarence with a yawn that shows his double row of excellent teeth, "nor him either. We have never met, although‘ I‘ve heard of his going to the same house as myself; but someâ€" thing kept either him or me away, and :e”})ever met. . Awful big pot, isn‘t e ? "Can‘t help it," rejoins Charlie. "I‘m afraid Ferndale and his wife will be there now before I get home, and I‘m anxious to see, him when he arrivesâ€"not that I need stand on ceremony with him; but there‘s his wife, whom I haven‘t seen yet. â€" You don‘t know her, do you?" "Jolily hot," says Nugent; "more like J‘url‘i' than September; no wonder the birds seemed halfâ€"asleep." "And we‘ve been pelting along so," reâ€" marks Clarence. wiping the perspiration from his face and shiiting his gameâ€"bag to the other shoulder. Upon the hill up which the two men were climbing stood a gray old pile, Nuâ€" gent Abbey, Charlie‘s ugly but substanâ€" tial country seat. a rule, remain what they were, or grow more luxurious with increased opportunâ€" ity. o 2 But certainly Clarence was improved, was less conceited, less lazy, and if not selfish, had learned the art of concealâ€" ing his selfishness, and passing for a real good fellow. As a finishing touch I should like to be able to add that his morals bad imâ€" proved, butâ€"well, the less said on that part of the subject, the better, perhaps. A man‘s manner may be 1improved by his becoming a viscount, but his morals, as He had spent the last three months in travel and in losing that languid, lackâ€" adaisical air, upon which, as Clarence Fitzjames he had prided himsclf pretty considerably, but which as Lord Lane he felt ought to be abandoned. _ He had cast off the selfâ€"affectation, and, as no one can travel and move about in the world without acquiring a little informaâ€" tion and increment of knowledge, he was rather more sensible tuan of yore. There is the same careless, happyâ€"goâ€" lucky expression on his face, and as he whistles and hums the old English air, and quaint words, he looks more like a scho&boy than a man whose name is famous in every court in Europe as one of fashion‘s most ardent votaries. His companion is no other than our old friend Clarence, Viscount Lane. _ Now, Lady Lucelle had said in her letter that Clarence Fitzjames was very much alâ€" tered since he had become Lord Lane, and she had only spoken the truth. _ The goldenâ€"bearded barley is ripening in the sun." So hums a gentleman, who, leaning on his gun, stops to wipe the perspiration from his face. Tramping by his side is a companion sportsman. â€" Both of them we knuw, for the man who is singâ€" ing is that Lord Charles Nugent, who, nine months ago, said farewell to a cerâ€" tain Vernon Vane on the platform of Marly Station. 7 But while she fights for courage, strugâ€" gles against the dull anguish that beats at her heart, he is moodily, remorsefully wasting the precious moments of reconâ€" ciliation in the night air; and thus wastâ€" edl; they vanish, to return, who shall say when? If he could see her now, her white litâ€" tle forchead puckered in her endeavor to solve the problem of her future course, he would himself solve it there and then. back the bitter words and angry looks {,gat have built up the barrier between em. And as this resolve is made, Jeanne is a girl no Iondger, but a womanâ€"proud, contemned, and injured! If he could see her now, aurel{ it would recall to him the lithe, upright figure, standing as so often he has seen it stand on the %)euch, with the clear eyes lookâ€" §ng_on§ to the sea; and he would take + ied P UE . s u4) For the future, from ?o-night, they are to live apart, widely sundered, thom living in the same house, breuthing same air. He has eaid it, so shall it be. Tbmshllbenomoan,novail,noeom~ plaint made by her. As he reminded her, she is the marchioness, and not plain Mrs. Vane, for whose incomings and outâ€" goings the world cares nothing; she is he marchioness. whose every word and look will be noted. "Well!" and she conâ€" fronts her glass defiantly, "he shall see hotw h:he”ean play the part which he has se r. "Then she falls to puinito and fro on the thick Persian carpet, her little hands clasped before her, her dark brows drawn into the straight line across her eg:s, as they used to be when the Nancy Bell was nearing the bar and danger loomed ahead, her red lips set tightly and closeâ€" ly,n and ‘lfer‘hAean beating quickly. . dale! He thinks that I shall make a noise before his peofle. and let the serâ€" vants see the trouble between us! He shall see. Oh, Jeanrneâ€"Jeanne, if you .ha.ve _ any courage, now is the time to see it! alone in the great castloâ€"amves her from utter despair, for it rouse her pride! _ “H.doesnotloveme,"dnuptofi, dainty Venetian mirror; "and he fears I M{mgmdfl.ndidlogo-ipnpon_ the great name he has given me. He need not fear! 1, too, can be proud and cold; I, who am not plain Jeanne Berâ€" tram now, but the Marchioness ‘of Fernâ€" "Oh, yes, ‘tis now September, the harâ€" vest has begun, rave!" Wcy CHAPTER XXI. "Sin t o n iaite is Cns n o m*':gw_ nby Ns nds & ~ Wls don The moon affects the tide. In faet, it affects a young couple even before they | In its presen‘ topsyâ€"turvy state the restate suggests Clapham Junction, for jeverywhere run railway lines, and fussy little enginea smrt up and down. Each day seven hu: and fifty truckloeads of soil are carried away to make a bed for the great lake. Round the outer edge of the estate runs a fine deer fence and a pond is being dug.“ Migh 'up on the hill a model farm been built, with every modern and most perâ€" }fect. appliance. Close behind the castie Italian garden is being laid out, surâ€" rounded by high walls with manw richâ€" es and stone brackets for statues. The utmost rigor is observed to keep the public from entering the estate and from taking ‘photographs of the buildâ€" ing as it rises, Workmen have been ditâ€" charged at a moment‘s notice who have tried to snapshot the operations. Only a few days ago a well known member of the peerage motored over for the purpose of taking a snapshot or two of the place. No allownnce was made for the distimguished visitor; he had to depart empty handed. Mr. Astor himself takes the keenest interest in his great project, and is conâ€" stantly down at Hever Castle watchâ€" ing the working of the miracle. Hever Castle is of great antiquity ‘‘and was built by Sir William Hever in, the reign of Edward III. It was here that Henry VIII. domiciled Annie of Cleves.â€"Lonâ€" Round the castle masons and carâ€" | penters are building _ a picturesquei model vilage toned to harmonize with | the gray old walls of the castle. _A | bridge build across the moat joins the | new buildings with the old. But the | most gigantic part of the work is the making of a lake where formerly green | meadows stretched. . This lake will : cover an area of nearly fifty acres and | will be sixteen feet in depth. , ’ There is no busier area in industrial England toâ€"day. About a thousand men of all trades have taken up their resiâ€" dence in the neighborhood. Recently the Daily Mirror paid a visit to the place, which nestles at the foot of a hill. The road which hitherto led close to the castle has been diverted, and now passes some hundred yards further away. To make this new road it has been necessary to build two bridges over the river Eden, which winds . through the estate. panse of 2,000 acres that spread around the old moated castle. ‘Though the cost of the undertaking is probably not definately known to Mr. Astor himself the popular estimate is that a million and a quarter pounds will be expended upon the improvements during the next two years. xm More children die during the hot weather months than at any other seaâ€" son of the year. Their vitality is then at its lowest ebb, and an attack of diarâ€" rhoea, cholera infantum or stomach trouble may prove fatal in a few hours. For this reason no home in which there are young children should be without a box o& Baby‘s Own Tablets, which promptly cure all stomach and bowel troubles. If the Tablets are given to a well child they will prevent these ailments, and keep the little one well and strong. Mrs. Joseph T. Pigeon, 'Bryson, Que., says: "My little one was attacked with colic and diarrhoea, and I found Baby‘s Own Tablets so satisfacâ€" tory that I would not now be without them in the house." These Tablets not only cure summer troubles, but all the minor ailments that afflict infants and young children. They contain no opiate or harmful drug, and may be given with equal safety to the new born baby or well grown child. There are imitations of this medicine and mothers should see that the words "Baby‘s Own Tablets" and the fourâ€"leaf clover with child‘s head on each leaf is found on the wrapâ€" per around each box. As you value your child‘s life do not be persuaded to take a substitute for Baby‘s Own Tabletsâ€"the one medicine that makes children well and keeps them well. Sold by all drugâ€" gists. or you can get them by mail at 25 cents a box by writing the Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. Amazing wonders are being wrought by William Waldorf Astor, the Ameriâ€" can milionaire and naturalized British subject upon the historic Hever estate in Kent, which he recently purchased. The artistic owner is spending money with lavish hand in beautifying the exâ€" dressingâ€"room." 4 Cha.rfie eprang up the stairs two at a time, and knocked at the door of one of the dressingâ€"rooms attached to the suite set apart for the marquis and his newlyâ€" married wife. _‘Lord and Lady Ferndale, my lord," said the man. “%he marquis is in his But, of course ,the marchioness is the exâ€" ception that proves the rule, and Fernâ€" dale‘s a happy man!" By this time the two men had made their way into the grounds, and were crossin§ the lawn. "Well, I‘ll go and make myself fit," said Clarence; and Lord Charles, throwâ€" ing his gun and bag to a servant, inâ€" quired if any visitors had arrived. ) _ "Chaff away," says Clarence. ; "If you \don‘t know what it means, you are the llucky one. . But about the marchionâ€" e“,” ever you see anything on four legs as pretty as paint, you may lay your life there‘s something wrongâ€"deuce of a ntqu‘hpe:, splint thrown, or something. they swear she‘s the most beautiful young creature they’ve ever seen, and as charméng as she is beautiful.. Rather wonderful, that, isn‘t it? For my part, most of the lovely women are confoundâ€" ed bores. It‘s the same with horses; if * «"You‘re right I ,was; and what‘s more, ’I’ hven’s got over it yet, for all yow{ beggars, most of you are," s it mm mont of yew an on was hit in my life; don‘t know what a grande passion is. Seen plenty of pretâ€" ty women, too, in m{ntime. Suppose mg day <will arrive perhape when I‘m old, and have: the family gout. One generâ€" ally gets knocked over by a schoolgirl, doesn‘t one.?" and acquires a past fondâ€" ln‘e(;a,for bread and butter, and marmaâ€" e." â€" "Eh? Oh, yes, I was just going to observe fln.{ everbod Js.ayl she is to be the new beauty. Â¥l‘wo or three of the fellows in the smokingâ€"room last night had been staying at Ferndale, and ASTOR‘S PALACE OF MARVELS. SICKLY CHILDREN. (To be continued.) TORONTO «According to‘ & Japanese contributor to ‘The Independent, the Mikado of Jaâ€" pnishloimedhudslguo!hviq to pawn his crown and jewelry to keep been about $60,000,000. And the end is not yet. The Germans will now be better able to appreciate the difficulties that ‘beset the British in the Boer war. Germany‘s war in Southwest Africa against the Hereros began in January, 1904, about a year and a half ago. By May of that year the Kaiser had 6,000 troops engaged in trying to suppress the revolt. Up to the present time he has sent out all told nearly 14,00C0 men. The Berlin correspondert of the London Times reports that fiftyâ€"nine officers have been killed in« action or have died of disease, while the casualties in the ranks are given as 1,194, including mnonâ€" commissioned officers. In addition to these, 238 men have been sent home perâ€" manently invalided. ‘The pecumiary loss to Germany up to the present time has The Frenchâ€"Canadian press of Montâ€" real, says the Witness, is expressing its unbounded delight at the visit of the French fleet in British waters. The Canâ€" ada, the Presse and the Patrie unite in declaring that the visit makes the peace of the world assured. The Presse says: "Sentiment goes far with us, and the more contentment we feel in our work the stronger will be our ties of loyalty to Great Britain." So that King Edâ€" ward‘s friendship for France biads French Canada still closer to Britain. Truly Edward is the Peace Maker. Mrs. Clarence Mackay, who was reâ€" cently elected a school trustee at Roslyn, Col., made a neat little speech at the first meeting of the Board which she attended. She proposes to advocate that the girls be taught to sew and do such useful things, and that the boys be taught to use their hands so that when they turn to trade later they will be able to use them. She also believes in temching live, not dead, languages. She proposes also to look after the comfort of the scholars in a general way. Mr. Armes, of Montrew!, is anxious to see the exodus of young men from the Maritime Provinces to the United States put a stop to. He says there are too many bright young men from there and from Quebec going south, and he beâ€" lieves that by a litle judicious effort on the part of the Government these young fellows could be tempted to go to the Northwest and grow up with the country. There are no fewer than six hundred and nine labor unions in Great Britain, with a total membership of 1,905,116, of which number 122,644 are women. The aggregate income is about $8,000,000, and the expenses $7,000,000, so that $1,000,â€" 000 can be laid aside every year to swell the sinking fund. The Norwegian people have voted on the question of separation from Sweden, and of the 320,000 ballots cast it is estimated that only about one in three thousand was against the proposiâ€" tion. We hope it will be a case of "Go in peace"; and Norway expresses a willâ€" ingness to abolish the border forts if Sweden regards them as a menace, which is a hopeful sign. A Toronto cigar store has a branch of the Antiâ€"Swearing League, where it costs a fime of one cent to use a "cuss" word. The other morning $3 which had been collected in oneâ€"cent fines was handed over to the Hospital for Sick Children. That represented three hunâ€" dred swears. Better raise the fine. Sir Wiliam _ Macdonald, Montreal‘s great tobacco manufacturer, is 72 years of age, and is said to be as spry as a young fellow. The somewhat remarkable statement is made that, although he is a tobacco manufacturer, he has never smoked and never drank spirituous liquors. Mr. Wannamaker, the Philadelphia deâ€" partment store owner, is the latest United States millionaire to secure one of England‘s "ancestral homes"â€"Temple House, at Marlow. The millionaire colâ€" ony is growing in Britain. Seventeen thousand men will be needed this year to harvest the wheat of the great Northwest. Many of them will go from Ontario, a great number of whom will not return. Those thirty fanatical Doukhobors are improving. They have this time selected August for their nude pilgrimage "in search of Christ." Russia may Rave to call her peace commissioners home to negotiate an inâ€" ternal peace. | [Tu: LaBor worid] ‘The Russian Government cannot afford to scorn peace terms. It may soon have to struggle for its life against an aroused Ruskian people. e Woktd tho uP t Grounds for Suspicion. . , {Pittsburg Post.) p u.é:e?:.’:nnr-l ::- it‘s time to fire or Partserâ€"Ca t him _ gambiing, m..;-m.; but he‘s begun teashâ€" ing a Blible class. horn bull out of a purebred Molstein cow. This calf weighs z50 pounds at the age of eighthud ontlhd:.“mo.fis, hi‘.: the judge who recently on remajrkedmthlt the ind!'vhilm.l was a of good feeding cattle from such a cross. Any or all of these bulletins may be had on application to F. C. Kiford, Chief of Poultry Division, Ottama, Ont. Prof. E. E. Elliot, Wasrington Experiâ€" ment Station at Pullmar, says: We are considerably interested in the Holstein breed and are doing whit we can to extend its influence throughout the dairy sections of the State. With the recent exiension of the condensed milk industry in this St: te as we‘! as the proâ€" duction of cheese, we find that the Holâ€" stein is growing more and more in favor. We have 2also a show calf which we are feeling which is the product of a shortâ€" .Bulletin No. 9, Discases and Paracites of Poultry, also a pamphlet of 15 pages, describes the various diseases affecting poultry, with the treatment adopted by. suceessful poultry men. the needs, location and essentials of a poultry house for the farm, and gives plans of seven good poultry houses used in Oanada. Statistics of the value of poultry in Canada, divided into Proâ€" vinces, with quantities exported etc., are included. THE COW FOR CHEE®SZ FACTORY, Bulletin No. 7 is a reâ€"written and reâ€" vised edition of Profitable Poultry Farmâ€" ing (No. 6), and contains chapters on (1) Incubation, (2) Brooding, (3) The Chicken Trade, (4) Selection of Suitable Breed, (5) Crateâ€"fattening Chickens, (6) Preparing Chickens for Murket. (7) Marâ€" keting, (8) Some Station Wor;:. (9) The Egg Trade, (10) The Flock, (i1l) Feeds for Poultry, (12) Trap Nests. _ _ Bulletin No, 787,711531;;!;;’- Poultry Houses, a pamphlet of 15 pages, treats of Three bulletins containing useful inforâ€" mation for the poultryman are being is sued by the Poultry Division of the Live Stock Eunch at Ottawa. It is pleasing to note the increasâ€" ed confidence in the effect of spraying. There are several enquiries for power machines. BULLETINS ISSUED BY THE POULTRY DIVISION, OTTAWA. The reports from Great Britain and the continent would indicate a light to medium crop. Reports from twenty of the largest apple growing American States show seventen States having a light or poor apple crop, some a failure; three, Wisconsin, Kansas and Oklahama, report the crop promising or good. Careful estimates by correspondents glace the exports from the Annapoiis ‘alley at 200,000 barrels. The apple crop in British Columbia is below the average but a considerable increase in the acreage will make the exports into the Northwest Territories somewhat larger than last vear. Peaches show a light crop in the Esâ€" sex and Kent districts; a medium crop on bearing trees in the Niagara «is â€" trict. â€" The market will not be overâ€" loaded. Plumsâ€"The drop and plum rot have lessened the prospect for plums to such an extent that tse prospects can be rated for a light to medium crop. ‘The Lomâ€" bard, barring rot, appears to be the only plum that stands out prominently with a fairly good yield. Apples will be a light crop, probably about 50 per cent. of last year‘s crop. It must not be forgotten, however, that the general scarcity will prevent any waste such as has been common for the last two years. Sales are being made at $1.00 to $1.25 for No. I‘s and 2‘s on the trees. Barrels are lower in price than last year, running from 25¢ in Nova Beotia to 30 and 35¢ in Ontario, but where proper arrangements have uot been made cearly in the season prices are likely to go higher than this. Sweet cherries have rotted badly; sour cherries have been a medium crop, but badly infested in many cases with fruit worm. Small fruits have been a meâ€" dium crop, realizing good prices. The reports from Great Britain and Pears will be a very light crop, scarseâ€" ly enough for the local market. Blight has worked sad havoc in many orchards this vear. An analysis of the reports of corresâ€" pondents to date shows a continued fallâ€" ing off from the good indications of preâ€" vious reports. Fungous diseases are beâ€" ginning to show seriously though insects are not as prevalent as usual _Apples will be a light crop, probably The Mikado is 54 years old, six feet tall, stout, and weighs about 200 pounds. Empress Haruko is two years his senior. The couple is said to be a very loving one, although Crown Prince Harunomiâ€" ya is not the Empress‘ son. the forests, covering an area of 5,124,673 acres and valued at $512,487,300, at $100 an acre; in all, $1,250,000. Thus, his yearly net income amounts to $2,750,000. him from the war indemnity received from China ten years ago, of $250,000 from his private estates, which amouits to $5,000,000 or more; of $500,000 from the pot boiling. His yearly allowance, which is made to do duty for the 60 members of the Imperial family, is now $1,500,000. Besides he has the yearly incomes of $500,000 from the. interest on the $10,000,000 which was given to FaraCanpen Yours truly, . MeNeill, Chief, Fruit Division. e