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1 _ Lo Bhllon quired. _ Indeed, it seemed as if Vane had given up all thought of concluding his torlet, for he dropped into a chair, and, thrusting his hands into his pockets, fell into a brown study; and certainly it his old chum had seen him at that moâ€" ment, he would have declared that h> looked anything but " chippy." At last, with a sigh, he reached for his waistâ€" eoat and fixed his watchguard; as he did so his {ingers played with the locket atâ€" tached, and halfâ€"absently he opened it, and discovered the portrait of as sweet & face as man would wish to look upon.. It was remarkably like Jeanne. â€" After looking at it long and wistfully my lord marquis raised it to his lips and kissed it. _ Not with the demure, placid atfecâ€" tion of a husbard, but with the passionâ€" ; ate wistfuiness of a lover. ‘TFhen he ‘ sighed, put on his coat, and, guing into the cormridor, knocked at the door. It was opened by Mrs. Fleming. "Her ladyship says if you are ready, will your lordsuip please go down?". Mrs. Fleming closes the door znd goes back to where Jeanne stands, clasping a giamond bracelet on herâ€"round white &rm, A diamond tizra sparkles in her silken, wavy hair, diamaonds on her taper fingers, dAmmonds clasp ber white, â€" siender throat. Vane nodded, and went on without a word. _ Most husbands would have gone inâ€"â€"we are afraidâ€"grumbled at the deâ€" lay, while they admired their wife‘s dress; but Vane receives her ladyship‘s eommand and obeys. _ _ _ 4 But when Willis came in the necktie was tied, ard his services were not reâ€" he said, quietly; "I can never tie these confounded things." "All right," said Charlie, "I‘ll send him, I must go and get cleaned myself. Taâ€" ta, old fellow. _ Sparks knows you‘re here,and will let us have some of the yelâ€" low seal for dinner. Confound the fellow, I believe he‘s saving the rest of the bin for you!" and with a light laugh he sauntered out, shouting for Willis as he went. duin‘t know him when be was only Fitzâ€" James. But bhe is a decent fellow now, and a good shot.. There‘s rather a joke against him just now. Seems he was rather hard hit last year, somewhere in the country, don‘t know where or the lady‘s name; he‘s awfully quiet on these ints, but Lady Lucelle wi(}l take him in Knd, I expect, and if he resists her, he‘ll be the only man who ever did." Vane seemed scarcely to be listening; two white neckties had joined the first, and were lnng all crun'wled and ruined. "I shall have to call Willis, after all," ‘By (eorge, they do! â€"Wentworthâ€" he‘s hereâ€"was melted almost to tears last night. He‘s been staying at Ferndale, husn‘t he?" * Vane nodded. "Who clse have you got here, Charâ€" 41. 9309 CC COdEA iC 0CV AV CATAIMERE old fellow!" "Yes." says Vane, and he turned to tell Willis, the valet, who had entered, that he might go again; "yes," he said. "mo they say she is very beautiful, do they *" Charlie laughed. + "According to all acounts, you‘re the luckiest of lucky men, Vane. We‘ve had no end of reports of her beauty and popâ€" uIarit,y. You always were fortunate, WV3 #2MY 00 ues "Mischief?*" said emile. D P00 B CC ACCCEE HOuNed I" stantly. "Hem!" said Charlie, dropping his hold aend flinging himself into a chair, "I‘ve seen you looking chirpier, old man." "I‘m well enough," said Vane, catchâ€" ing up the hairbrushes and â€" brushing away like mad; "in fact, I‘m quite well." ‘And the marchioness?" asked Charlie. "I ought to have asked after her first. Always forgetting my manners. Awfully good oi her to come to us so soon. And now,â€" old man, I‘ll congratulate you. Jove! I was a prophet when I prophesied mmulaunfeiodlt aesscudn o o ie ol nc E_ muischiei would come of t} ness at Newton Regis!" "Well, old man," exclaimed Charlie, cheerily, "awiully glad to see youâ€"awâ€" fully! How are you? Let‘s have a look at you," And with a laugh he took Vane by the elbows and turned him around to the light. Vane laughed, but with an undertone of uncasiness that the other noticad in next moment the in hand. "Come in," That you get more SOLID VALUE per doliar when you invest it in BLUE RIBBON TEA than any other kind on the market? Only one Best Teaâ€"Blue Ribbon‘s it. ts iss acas t e ree enc t L Are You Aware of the Fact LOVE AND ‘A TITLE 1 not a bnfi lfel‘xow. cithor. e he is mue roved n is before his l?r’g!her \l:":lt majority; maybe he has; I him when be was only Fitzâ€" : be is a decent fellow now, shot. There‘s rather a joke i just now. Seems he was at Lane." ed, and irretrievably spoiled cktie he was putting on. Clarence, you mean; is he said Vane‘s voice vane‘s voice, and the two friends were hand Vane, with a slight ie hermit busi "No," she said; "give please," asd passed out. Jeanne glanced at the exquisite of hothougso flowers, whichqml’:ad t:::yx lying on the dressingâ€"table, and if old Mrs. Fleming‘s eyes had been sharper, she might have seen a wistful look cross the sweet face, but Jeanne shook her "Hore, my tady; but won‘t you take the bouquet my lord sent up for you? He went straight to the conservatory and cut most of the flowers. himself." "No, my lady. _ I wasn‘t thinking of the dukeâ€"though Tully overheard him say that you were the loveliest woman he‘d ever seen. I was thinking of my lord, the marquis." A soft flush stole over Jeanne‘s face, rnd she bert to arrange a flower at her bosom. "If you were a young girl I should tell you rot to repeat everyfiling you hear," she says, quietly; "but you are past mending, I am sfraid. Where‘s my fan ? "That‘s worse still," says Jeanne, smilâ€" ing. "Are you going to repeat all the nonsense you heard that foolish old duke simpering the other night?" _ _ § "J don‘t flatter, my lady," said Mrs. Flemin, "I‘m not the only one who thinks you beautiful, my lady," and she looks up with a certain timid wistfulâ€" ness. "Are you going to say, as usual, that it suits me better than anything else?" she said. "You‘re a stupid old thing, after all, for you haven‘t learned to flatter properly." Jeanne laughs. It is the old, sweet laufh, with just a little trace of melanâ€" cholv. Jeanne. C "Quite, my lady," says Nrs. Fleming, eyeing her with affectionate admiration, "Monsieur Worth knows â€" what. suits Lour ladyship," she adds, giving these st, lingering touches to the exquisite dress. Jeanne had kept her vow, and played her part well. To the world she is the loving wife of Vane, Marquis of Fernâ€" dale. _ To him she is the proud, inâ€" sulted woman, who keeps him at arm‘s length, behind a barrier of injured pride which he is powerless to break down as he is to remove the hill upon which his castle stands. She is the Marchioness of Ferndale, the most popular and sought after woâ€" man in the county; but for the rest, she might as well be sailing the Nancy Bell or snowballing Hal, and Vane might still be climbing the Pyramide or lounging about the Paris clubs. But no one has ever heard one word of love, one touch of tenderness, exâ€" changed between them. An% no such word has been spoken. The last word, the last touch of Tove, was given before Vane opened the fatal letter. day in gangs, cutting a glz?dc ‘t’hrough the home wood, that she might get a glimpse of: the _river from lfin room. Was not myâ€"Jlord himself in the saddle for three days looking for a match pair for her pony carriage? â€" And did he not, the night when her ladyship cut her litâ€" tle â€" fingerâ€" in the conservatory, go through the pelting rain for the doetor, because no one could ride Kagiserâ€"the swiftest horse in the stableâ€"but himâ€" self? The servants‘ hall and the smokingâ€" room are full of these and similar storâ€" ies of my lord‘s passionate devotion to the beautiful young marchioness. Have not the whole side of the Fernâ€" dale grounds been replanned, ~because cause Jeanne once remarked that she did not care for landscape gardening ? ~Vere not fifty men working night and im ol se si i8 Cot 143 C F ‘ 1 959 D OW POOPCCCZCY EOMTTE TT PARV WHUR he addresses his wife, no lady of Castile more superbly bred than Jeanne while receiving those courtesies. â€" That it is a loveâ€"match pure and simple, the many who have hung about her with adoring admiration, are all positively convinced. It is only too palpable that his word is her law, and that she has only to exâ€" press a desire, and he knows no rest unâ€" til he has satisfied it. courteously polished than is Vane when To the outward world, to those imâ€" mediately about them, they are a patâ€" tern couple. No servant, no one of the many guests, has even heard a harsh or unkind word spoken between them. fl\ ’ As she stands robed in one of Worth‘s masterpieces, she looks so tall and stateâ€" ly that she scarcely recognizes in the marchioness the slim little girl who leaped from bowlder to bowider, _ or crouched at the helm of the Nancy Bell. But as she turns, one sees it is the same face, the same sweet, fresh loveliâ€" ness, not one whit hardened or dimmed by her sudden rise. ‘There is the old little curl of the soft, expressionable lips, the old natural trick of the eyeâ€" lashes drooping over the dark eyes, and it is not until she scans the beautiful face critically that she detects a certain ; something that is strange, that the old light hearted girl lackea. Is it sadness, pride, regret? What is it that gives the dark eyes, and the red, mobile lips, an undefinable expression of wistfulness? I am quite reads A Spanish hdalgo could not be more am I not?" Noh e dev s says each pair exactly opposite the other. It is true that thg;e igp:ziguntic epergne between them, but Jeanne can jnst ace Lady Lucelle‘s handsome, languid face behind it; and Varne, by turning his head, * Fate, which has impelled the goodâ€"natâ€" ured old countess to pair Vane with Lady Lucelle, and Jeanne with Clarence, ahi ordains thn'»t they shall be placed But he manages to suppress his amazeâ€" ment behira a grin, wring Vane‘s hand, which feels like stone, .and almost enâ€" tirely loses his head when goodâ€"natured Lady Nugent says: ‘As you are such an old friend of Lady Ferndale‘s, and the youngest man here, u shall take her in to dinner, Lord fine. Marquis, will you take charge of Lady Lucelle?" "Eh!" says p Oh, Jeruszlem says _ _And the next instant Clarence‘s handâ€" some face is seen above the crowd. It is flushed, not to say red; he has evidently had a struggle with a refractory collar or recktie ,and he looks tired and exâ€" hausted. For a moment he recognizes nobody, and it is not until Clarence takes him by the arm and draws him to the sofa with a "Lane, let me introduce you to Lady Ferndale," that he looks at Jeanne. As he does so, theâ€"red flies from his face, and he stares as if he hbad seen a ghost. The silence cause Jeanne to look up, and she turns pale. It is only for a moment, but two persons see it and noâ€". tice. One., Lady Ellce”o. emilac habind ‘Come, I‘m awfully hungry," says Lord Charles; "so are you, I‘m sure. What are we waiting for, mother? Old Sparks is dancing about with impatience like a bear on hot bricks!" Lady Nugent looks around. _ "Oh, Lord Lane isn‘t here yetâ€"oh, yes, here he comes." And the next instant Clarence‘s hand. 44 18 her nusband‘s oldest, dearest friend. _ Charlie‘s manners arenot of the new school. He takes Jeanne‘s handsâ€"both hands, and wrings them up and down, till Jeanne‘s eyes dance with their old girlish fire. "Delighted to see you!" he says. "We shall be friends, Lady Ferndale! Don‘t say there‘s a doubt of it, though I am Vane‘s bachelor friend; and wives don‘t like bachelor friends, do they? But you‘ll lot me put my toes on the fender and smoke a pipe, eh?" he says, Tooki:!g ‘with frank and hearty admiration on the iresh, loving face. "As many as you like," says Jeanne, and Vane, standing by, smilesâ€"as he hasn‘t smiled for three months quite,. | 5. PomOnes . orelapr se c en W " 7 L Loh uP ETT UR TETMIOT ll.'flll\h It is her husband‘s oldest, dearest friend One after another are introduced and make their bow; servants hover to and fro waiting for the arrival of someone er they announce dinner. The someone is Lord Charles. He comes in with his usual light, hurried step, and comes diâ€" rectly across to the new marchioness. o Jeanne looks up with extended hand. "I am so glad we have met, dear Lady Ferndale," she says; "I hopeâ€"oh, I know we, shall be great friends!" and before Jeanre can realize it, before she can unâ€" derstand how it is managed, she is seated beside Vane‘s former loveâ€"the woman who has wroucht ker the greatest injury she has ever received. Then her ladyship, with the swestest smile, extends her hand, gloved with inâ€" numerable buttons. With a face as grave as a judge, Vane bows. "Lady Lucelle, permit me to introduce my wife." 1 P ioel c mm o Eon c Ne PAE enc o ing her fan with a subtle, placid séyrenity, isâ€"Lady Lucelle. Jeannre is about to hold out her hand â€"as to an old acquaintance, but Lady Lucelle, smiling still, and with the most perfect composure, looks at Vane, and waits for an introduction. "I am ashamed to say," said Vane, with his grave smile. * "It is to be hoped he hasn‘t forgotten us all," says a soft, sweet voice at his elbow, and Jeanne is almost guilty of an uncourtly stare, for there, in front of her, smiling sweetly, and gently wayâ€" Snss Bre og cas cictin 244 s _ P Cogmies <Anttaiiiiaty td odiiciatcintlh. s 822. He glanced at her, taking in the beauâ€" tiful whole with a thrill of admiration ; but not a word more was said. Merely that cold "Thanks." Bowing low, the footman ushered them into the drawingâ€"room. The hum ceased as 1#f at a signal. Serenely Jeanne lookâ€" ed around: the room was full of handâ€" somelyâ€"dressed women and distinguishedâ€" looking men. An old lady in velvet and lace came up and took her handâ€"it was the countess, Charlie‘s motherâ€"and welâ€" comed her in kindly, stately fashion. "I would have come up to your room, Lady Ferndale, but thought you would be tired. Marquis, how many years is it since we met?" 1 Jeanne raised her eyes for a moment, and a slight, just a slight touch of color swept over her face as she came forward, "1 thought you would like me to wait for you," he said, and Jeanne noticed a certain significance in his tone. "Thanks," she said simply, and laid her'finger tips on his arm. : PME i: 4 CRr o naisrs. Airtrine Jeanne swept down the stairs in her lace and diamonds, calm and composed, just as Jeanne of old, with the addiâ€" tional confidence that three months of admiring homage and popularity will give any one. Swept cown the stairs to find a tall, stalwart figure standing like a sentinel in the hall. It was Vane. This is the sort of thing that had gone on. There was one who could have reâ€" vealed the truth, Lady Lucelle; but she professed as profound an ignorance of th(: marquis‘ bride as any one. _ Auibtepiratsteiticaiblaat . Pafiivnsacicnmccat s B . MB 111 1 7 the great marquis, the musician, artist, ,and traveller, about whom so many ltm-iumtoldththi:premeegave a smack of romance to any house which \he visited. Added to this, the fame of his bride‘s beauty had been d, and made people curious to see tfi: woman who had at last conquered and tamed the eagle. That she did not belong to the exclusive world only added a piquancy to the curiosity. "She was a dairy maid, wasn‘t she, dear ?" "No, a fisherman‘s daughter, I beâ€" lieve, and Lord Ferndale used to help ber mend the nets. So eccentric â€"and romantic, isn‘t it ?" Charlie orly spoke the truth when he said that the house was fuilâ€"only Charâ€" lie‘s mother, the countess, could have told how eagerly invitations had been sought for. says poor Clarence. "Is this !” always anxious to meet to be a lay member, representing the commission, while the offier six are to be architects representing Great Briâ€" tain, Germany, Frarce, Austria, Holland, and the United States. _ + Bulphur fumigation has been found by the New York experimental station to seriously injure apples, by producing discolored spots upon them. â€" The jury which is to examine and reâ€" port on the competitive designs for the Peace Palace at The Hague is to conâ€" sist of seven members, one of whom is Professor Wedding, a wellâ€"known Gerâ€" man physicist, has perfected an incanâ€" descent lamp in which Zirconium filaâ€" ment is used in place of the ordinary earbon filament. The mew lamp conâ€" sumes less power than the old and has a life of from 700 to 1,000 hours. The Aunstrian Government has decidâ€" ed to exclude all kinds of frozen Colonâ€" lal produce from the Empire. Another scientist has pointed out that the pressure of the rock at such a depth represents some 40 tons per square inch and would render the task impossible, owing to the inward viscous flow of the rock material, In reply the Hon. C. A. Parsons suggests an experiment to solve the problem. He points out that the erushing stress required to make hardâ€" ened steel flow lies between 120 and 600 i tons to the sugare inch, while for tough brass or cartridge metal the flow is at about 60 tons pert square inch pressure. His experiment would be, says the Sciâ€" entific American, to take a columa of granite or quartz rock and carefully fit it into a steel mold. A small hole would then be bored through its eentre and a pressure of. 100 tons Eer square inch then applied, to observe what shrinkage would result. > Such a pressure as this would corespond to that encountered at a depth of 38 miles." 14 Scientists‘ Curious Suggestion for Invesâ€" tigating Sphere‘s Interior. A suggestion was recently advanced by Charles A. Parsons at the recent British Association meeting, that deep borings should ‘be made into the earth‘s crust for the purpose of investigation . of the earth‘s interior, and that a shaft such as this might be sunk to a depth of 12 miles, has already been noted in these eolumns. e Now Dr. Wiilliams‘ Pink Pills build up strength as they did in Mrs. Henâ€" ley‘s case in just one wayâ€"they actually make new blood. That is all they do, but they do it well. ‘They don‘t act on the bowels, they don‘t bother with mere symptoms. ‘They go right to the root of the trouble in the blood. That is wh those pills cure anaemia, headache, hear{ palpitation, indigestion, kidney trouble, rheumatism, â€" luimbago, . neuralgia, St. Vitus‘ dance, paralysis, general weakness and the special ailments of growing girls and women. But you must have the genâ€" uine with the full name Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills for Pale People, on the wrapâ€" per around every box. Sold by all mediâ€" cine dealers or sent by mail at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50 by writing The Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Co., Brockâ€" ; yille, Ont. | Medicines of the old fashioned kind will sometimes relieve the symptoms of disease, though they can never touch the disease itselfâ€"they never cure. Orâ€" dinary medicines leave behind them indiâ€" gestion, constipation, â€"biliousness â€" and headache; purgatives leave the patient feverish and weakened. Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills, on the other hand, do direct good to the body, blood and nerves. They fill the veins with new, rich, red blood; they brace the nerves; they drive out disease by going right to the root of the trouble in the blood. They always do goodâ€"they cannot possibly do harm. Mrs. Geo, Henley, Boxgrove, Ont., says: "It is with thanks that I tell you that Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills have cured me after my doctor had said I could not be. cured. I suffered from an almost conâ€" stant fluttering of the heart, and someâ€" times severer pains. The least exertion would leave me breathless and tired out. My appetite was peor,and my head ached nearly all the time. I had lost all ambiâ€" tion to do any work, and felt very hopeâ€" less. I had taken a great deal of mediâ€" cine without any benefit, until I was adâ€" vised to try Dr. Wulliams‘ Pink Pills. These have made a remarkable change in my condition, and I am â€" feeling better than 1 have done for years. . 1 gladly give my experience in the hope that it will benefit others." Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills Cure Disâ€" case Through the Blood. Then he j to the point. C us 19 )2 104 (og_ _ NV 9 e C t Ou L "Yes," said Clarence, "I‘ve been about a good deal sinceâ€"since I saw you last." Can â€" Jeanne help blushmfi' when she _ thinks" of ~ how she ~â€" saw him last ? And feeling embarrassed, of course she hurries on, womanlike: "And are you going to stay in Engâ€" land ?" "I don‘t knowâ€"yes," he says, sudâ€" denly. "Yes, I‘m going to stay" . _\ .7 iC your brother Hal?" he asks, gaining.courage from the sound of his own voice. "Quite well, also," says Jeanne, turnâ€" ing her eyes upon him with sudden courâ€" age on her part, Have you been well? Ym%r have been away, naven‘t you?" . ©Vas P sata pacc * L222 d Wondered at that now it is here, shining on him in reality, it sets his heart aâ€" beating? ; "I hope Mrs. Dostrell is quite well?" he says suddenly, to Jeanne, who is lookâ€" ing across at Lady Lucelle, whose yellow head, in close juxtaposition to Vane‘s, is bent over the menu. "Quite well when I heard last," sahe says, in a low voice. *Andâ€"and your brother Hal?" he asks, gaining'courage from the sound of his own voice. ‘ FATHOMING EARTHS DEPTHS. 12 0 00 PPR CS CIOnet muec Clarence devours his soup in profound and solemn silence, and V ane, b;{ond reâ€" marking that the weather is like sumâ€" mer, is dumb. But with the fish, Clarâ€" ence plucks up courage; he has scarcely dzredp to look at her yet. It is not the diamonds that flash in the candlelightâ€" diamonds that eclipse all others in the room .as does their owners faceâ€"but it is Jeanne‘s dark eyes that he fears to meet. For nine months their sweet, serâ€" ious smile has hauuted him. Is it to be. wondered at that now it is here, shining on him in reality, it sets his heart aâ€" beating? tache. Th.tthereisacl’flthintol hereditary ~jealousy in Ferndale blood we al krow; and Jeanneâ€"well, everybody knows that women are never jealous! i is nothing At present, however, there is no ‘rauch to excite jealousy on either side. can obtain a fair view of Cluence’s musâ€" A MODERN MEDICINE Sclentific Brevities (To be continued.) }, I‘m going to stay." _ x pauses, and screws himself ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO Befolte it . the," io Many tests conducted at Guelph inâ€" dicate the importance. of sowing about ninety pounds of winter wheat per.acre on an average soil, ‘This amount m‘rliit be increased for pcor land and %e- creased for rich soil. If the land is in a good state of cultivation it matters but little whether the seed is sown broadcast or with a tube drill, but if the land is dry or lumpy, that which In an experiment conducted at the College on four different occasions winâ€" ter wheat grown on land on which a crop of green pears was plowed under produced an average yield of wheat per acre which was 22.1 per cent (6.5 bushâ€" eis) greater than that produced on land on which a crop of green buckwheat was plowed .under, and 14.2 per cent (4.2 bshels) greater than taat which was worked as ,a bare fallow, having been Plowcd thrée times during the summer. The results of an experiment conducted in the year 1900 show that for that one year at least the winter wheat was sown on red clover sod yielded 20.7 per cent greater than that which was sown on "timothy sod. Two years‘ results with commercial fertilizers show that 160 Ibs. per acre of nitrate of soda inâ€" creased the yicld of winter wheat 7.2 bushels at a cost of about cighty cents per bushel. As a result of hundreds of inqu:ries we learn that in Ontario about 33 per cent of the winter wheat is sown on pea ground, 25 on clover sod, 11 on barley ground, 10 on timothy sod, 9 on summer fallow and 12 on land following potatces, beans, cats, corn and roots. 63000 00â€" CE m CvRVve d ve i been‘ _ conducted in treating â€" winter wheat in different ways to Iill the stinking smut and the results have been very satisfactory. Untreated seed produced an average of 3.6 per cent of| smut in the crop of last year and 9.3, per cent of smut in the crop of this season. Seed wheat which was imâ€" | mersed for twenty minutes in a soluâ€" ‘ tion made by adding one pint of forâ€" maldehyde (formalin) to fortyâ€"two galâ€" lons of water produced an average yield of grain per acre of 50.4 bushels in 1904 and of 50.8 bushels in 1905, and that which was untreated produced only 46.6 bushels and 43 bushels per acre for the corresponding two years, thus making an average saving of nearly 6 bushels per acre. The treatâ€" ment here mentioned was easily perâ€" formed, comparatively cheap, effectual |. in killing the smut spores, and instruâ€" mental in furnishing the largest averâ€" | age yield of wheat per acre of all the |â€" treatments used. ’ was allowed to become very ripe before it was cut produced a greater yield of both grain and straw and a heavier weight of grain per meagured bushel than that produced from wheat which was cut at any one of four. earlier stages of maturity. In 1897 and again in 1902 a large amount of the winter wheat in Ontario became sprouted beâ€" fore it was harvested owing to the wet weather. Carefully â€" conducted tests showed that an average of only 76 per cent. of the slightly sprouted and 18 per cent. of the badly sprouted seed would grow and produce plants. Sureâ€" ly he is the wise farmer who willl sow none but large, plump, sound, ripe seed of good vitalitv. made at the College show an average increase in yield of grain per acre of 6.8 bushels, from large as compared with small seed; of 7.8 bushels from plump as compared with shrunken seed; and of 35.6 bushe!s from sound as compared with ‘broken seed. Seed wheat which biptnath in £ 40 C RRIRIRA P P uc tssn esc in to secure new varictios which possess the good qualities and eliminate the poor qualities of the parent varieties. The results so far are very encouraging. The resuits of ‘twelve senarate tests Rome of the most interesting crops of winter wheat grown at the College in 1905 were those obtained from crosses made between different varicties in previous years. Several thousand hyâ€" brid plants were grown separately and are. now being carefully examincd and classified and the seeds sclected for anâ€" tumn sowing. These hybrids were seâ€" cured by erossingâ€"such varieties as Dawâ€" son‘s Golden Chaff, Bulgarian, Turkey Red, etc. The object in this work is Within the past few years efforts have been made to improve both the quality and the yield of grain of some of the best variecties of winter wheat by means of systematic selection and by cross fertilization. There were fortyâ€"one new strains of winter wheat grown at the college this year as a direct result ofi the work done in plant selection. Some of these are very promising. Of twelve new strains of Lawson‘s Golden Chaff, eleven yielded better than the ordinary varicty reported in the previous paraâ€" graph and two yielded at the rate of ‘ fully 68 bushels of grain per acre. 4‘ byce S B Cl s D F ‘ ‘ In cacn of six 5 Red, Turkey Red, Crimean Red aml Buda Peth. Those varieties of red wheat whihc give the highest yields of grain in the past year were as follows: 1mperial Amber, 58.2 bus.; Auburn, 575 bus.; Genesee Reliable, 57.1 bus.; Early Onâ€" tario, 56.8 bus. and Prosperity, 55.9 bus. per acre. The average yield of grain per acre in 1905 was 56.7 bushels for the eighâ€" teen varieties of red wheat. Generailly speaking, the white whests yield more grain per acre, possess stronger straw, weigh a little less per bushel and are slightly softer in the grain than thei red varieties. and the Abundance reaching 61%%4 lbs. These varieties are all softer in â€" the grain, but yield more bushe!s acre than such sorts as Tasmania lg;, No. Sixtyâ€"one varieties of winter wheat were :n'n in the experimental dm- ment during the past year. The five = est leading kinds were of the Dawson‘s goldem chaff class, having beardless heads, red chaff and white grain. The yields in bushels of grain per acre of these varieties were as follows: Abunâ€" dance, 62.7; No. 6, white, 61; Superiaâ€" tive, 60â€"1; Dawson‘s Golden Chaff, 595 and American Worder, 58.7. In weight of grain per measured bushel, all the five varieties went over the standard of 60 lbs., the Dawson‘s Golden Chaff The wheat harvest has been completed is sown with the drill is likely to give at the Ontario Agricultural College. '.l‘he,- the best results. The highest yields weather conditions of the past year have | per acre have been obtained from sowâ€" been favorable throughout Ontario for & between the 26th of August and the suctessful growth of most of the the 9th of September. autumn sown crops. The brief report| ‘The average results for six years show here presehted gives some of the prinâ€" & yield of grain per acre of 60.4 bushels ciple results of experiments conducted| for the Mammoth variety and 57.5 bushâ€" at the Agricultural College and throughâ€"j els for the common variety of winter out the g:ovho. of Ontario. ‘ rye. The returns from winter barley in Sixtyâ€"one vrattie- of winter wheat m‘ are unoart:in. “u; -omt{mu were grown in experimental degict- Y are very sometimes Mt::ingtheputyur.'l‘hefive ghâ€"| they are very low. Â¥L two varieties est leading kinds were of the Dawson‘s| grown in 1905 gave only 72 and 8.7 goldem chaff class, having beardless | bushels per acre. Winter oats are a reâ€" heads, red chaff and white grain. The| peated failure at 10.2 tons of flun crop yields in bushels of grain per acre of per acre in the experiment for four years hss Ts abrpr i n Li c P is i an We k 5 ".% w elatmns B L f g.f ; Years experiments havs KoH Cearnindl The winner, however, urged cn by the laughinf audience, persisted until the full half hour had passed, and | then dropped to the floor completeiy exhaustâ€" ed, one hand clutching the prizc, the other the almost empty wfl&; se The first to fall by the wayside was a rather yourgish woman, who was led from the room with streaming eyes and reddened nose some five monutes from the start. There was no other breal; for ten minutes after that, but at the end of the 27th minute the fifth staggered out into the fresh air to check the conâ€" vulsive atchoos, and the match was won. _ The prize offered was $5 and a silk handkerchef, and the competitors were permitted to make use of any desired means to bring on the sneezing fit. a und of the gest snuff being provided g;' the committee. At a signal cach woman dipped liberalâ€" ly into the snuffbox and immediately the sneezing began. A large crowd, atâ€" tracted by the unique idea, roared at the facial contort:ons indulged in by the women as they gave vent to sneeze after sneeze. Champion Sneezer, An odd competition recently held in a Lancashire town was a sneezing conâ€" test, in which half a dozen old women took ‘part. _ . we still would feel a glory in the record l standing forthâ€" The annals of that youthful land of trueâ€" ’ men of the North. ; But we were born of British stockâ€"are kith and kin to l&tne By whose brain and nerve and muscle the British Empire rose; Then }"fd we for incentive to inspire us to claim Titleâ€"deeds to ancient honorâ€"legacies of lasting fame? Holding ramnk that riches boundless, in themselves, cannot possess, We may boast of something better than maâ€" terial success, There was Jewish blood in Nazarethâ€"(view not history askance) London is not all of Englandâ€"Paris is not all of Franceâ€" _And when Britain realizes that the blood of | every part Of the body is as pure as that which surges through the beartâ€" When her statesmen scorn traditions that as stumbling blocks have stood, And will frame their legislation for a worldâ€" wide Empire‘s :ooa. She will meet her distant subjectsâ€"noble, loyal, true, and tried, And will know our fair Dominionâ€"Canada â€"her hope and pride. â€"Frank Lawson. And in the offing laden barge and massive argosies That search the world for markets for our teeming industries. s We would be proud of Canda, though she had known no past, And though Dame Fate no horoscope upon ber future cast. Though we were simple farmer folk, withâ€" out acknowledged place, And artisans and tradesmen of some ignoble race, * We still would feel a glory in the reanri And in or of glen, Ravine and rushing torrent, calm lake and verdant wood, The h-;l and roar of city, or rural soliâ€" tude; Vineyard or orchard, fruitful farm or mineral mountain gorge, The hearths of homes or chimneys tall of factory and of forge; And plains where bhopeful millions of bomeâ€" seekers mey still Find welcome, and of fertile fields broad acres yvet io till; Great speeding jron borses that faint not with the weight Of carrying a thousand leagues the burden _ â€", «Of their freight; That we ‘bad left our native land, and dreamed our bome was here, But now you‘ve set us thinking, a haze comes o‘er the view, And we strain our eyes with longing look acioss the briny blue, And see again that little place that no comâ€" mercial worth Can value; for to us it is the dearest spot on earth. There, from our home, a landscape â€" is spreading far and wideâ€" Sunrise upon its western peaks and in the east poontideâ€" Inviting brush of painter, commanding poet‘s pen, To paint and picture beauties of mountain his home? We‘re glad to sing the praises of the land from which we come, But we chad very nigh forgot, amid this ___ festive cheer, (Recited by the Secretary of the Canadian Manufacturers‘ Association in response to the toast of Canada during the recent fesâ€" tivities in Great Britain.) We may be proud of Canada. Who isn‘t of 4, autumn and spring applications . of Nitrate of Soda and common salt on winâ€" ter wheat; and 5, two varieties of winâ€" ter rye. The size of each plot is to be one rod wide by two rods long. Material for numbers 3 and 4 will be sent by ex: press and that for the others by mail. As long as the supply lasts, material will be distributed free of charge in the order in which the application are reâ€" ceived from Ontario farmers wishing to experiment and to rerort the results of any one of the following tests: 1, Hairy Vetches and winter rye as fodder crops; 2, three varieties of winter wheat; in the ive experiments . conâ€" ductd &m Ontario in 1905 under the direction of the Experimental Union, the varieties of winter wheat gave the following average yields in bushels of grain per acre: Dawson‘s Golden Chaff, 23.2, Imperial Amber, 22.2, Michigan Amâ€" ber, 21.7, Buda Pesth, 21.1, Turkey Red, 20.1, and Banatka, 19.4. Wi:;t:r rye gave and average yield of 24 bushels per acre. The winter barley was badly winter killâ€" ed throughout the Province. Hairy Vetchâ€" es and winter rye gave 8.1 and 7.6 tons of green fodder per acre respectively. _ and of 7.6 bushels of seed per the tests for five yvears. (Birmingham Mercury.) 44 C. A. Zavitz. 3(5 w m ud 3 3 % KA \& | & a4