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Pink i in the Egs a $ are rited Cugs in in com @ and an nC the toâ€"day re cast m ll'ld nadian ffected Oor ective 1 enâ€" that lire« ama were that the r of te q opâ€" LV ilâ€" he Vane looked afiter him, and raised his * hand to his forehcad, with a troubled exâ€" pression on his face. e "That‘s the 5 o‘clock bell going, isx‘t it?" he said. " Imust go." And with a confused excuse, he hurâ€" ried out. "There is nothing, my dear Hal," said Vane, smiling, ut very, very wistfully ; "there is nothing you can do. If I am not happ{. it is my own fault; remember that, Hal," for Hal had jumped up. "What a dear, eâ€"nerous cld man you are, Vare!" he said, huskily. "I‘m not in écbtâ€"I don‘t want meneyâ€"I wish I was, just for the pleasure of taking it from you, though heaver knows yeu are Jlitâ€" eral enough; sometimes I‘m ashamed at the cheques when I cash them." "Why skould you be?" said Vane, quiâ€" ¢tly. "All I have s Jeanne‘s"â€"how he lingered on the beloved name!â€""and m:s. I would give all the warld, if I it, to make you two happy!" "Don‘t I knowâ€"don‘t Jeanne know 4t?" said Hal, gratefully. **There never, «was such a kindâ€"hearted fellow as you are, Vane. You deserve to be happy, for you try to make everybody else so." _ ".%Câ€"nRO, said Hal "Are you sure*" said Vane, with kindâ€" ly scrutiny; "don‘t hesitate with me, Halâ€"don‘t let a question of money trouâ€" tble you. lHonestly, dear boy, there is amore than 1 know what to do withâ€"a great deal more. Out with it, Halâ€"or stay," he said, seating himsclf at his writingâ€"table, "suppose I write a~eh_e3ue jor a thousandâ€"a couple of thousandâ€" without asking any questions" Hal jumped up and put his hand on Vane‘s arm, and his eyes grew suddenly moist. manner, and they turned in together. "Let me sce, you like these Cubinasâ€" here you are. Now tell us what‘s the matter.". Hal looked up and eolored. "Nothing," he said, of course. "You mean nothing 1 can help: you in," said Vane, and he put his white hands on Hal‘s broad shoulders and ldoked at him wist{fully. "Don‘t say that unless you are quite sure, Hal. Is it moneyâ€" any little or big debt?‘ "Noâ€"no," said Hal ' CEYLON NATURAL GREEN ~ superior to any other gr 1y Sold only in Seated Lead Packets. -"“JOMOOcanb. By all grocers. } nmmnememeemmemmmemmmmmen.,,, . * C 0_ * * Then he ran against Vane on his way }to the studio, and if he had been a very jlittle less in jove than he was, he would whave noticed the haggard look on his old \riend‘s handsome face; but as it was,.it Hal turned back, and Vane put h hand on his shoulder. "Come and smoke a ci Hal," he said, in his ols manpner. and they turned i "SMhmething wrong with the boy," he mirmured; "has he been getting into debt?" At the thought, he stepped out again into the corridor amd called after passed unnoticed, and to Vane‘s goodâ€" amatured inquiry if he would come and smoke a cigar with him, Hal muttered some excuse, and hastemned on Vane dlooked after him with a vague enriosity, and sighed as be turned into his quiet, secluged room. Hal. eauntered from room to room, settling mnowhkere and to nothing, If he could have found Jeanne to unburden his mini to, it would have been some comfort, but Jeanne had gone out with the Lambtons and Clarence. He wardered about the grounds, puffâ€" ing at his pipe, and carefully avoiding any human being; then he betook himâ€" self to the interior of the castle, and ] LOVE AND A TITLE T SE VET MAETRTUCY 48B that George to carry messages and inâ€" ‘terfere? He is cleyerâ€"oh, ob, very clever, ut he shall uot heodwink me." Lady Lucelte laughed again. â€" *So," she murmured, "Masier â€" Hal has his little love affair, and the devoted sisâ€" ter is plotting with him. It will amuse anc, at lâ€"ast to balk them." ‘"Yos, Marie," she added, aloud, "you musi finrd out this mysterious affair and let me know." Quite unconscious of the condescending interest which Lady Lucelle was taking an this affair, Hal waited tne avproach of eix o‘clock with that bitter impatience which distinguishes love in his preauicaâ€" ment. ‘ | _ en eenmegmenn t temmmmmme rommsmmmemmmemammemen _ For Quality and FHavor _*°s, my lady," answered Marie, with alacrity. "I will, What business â€" has "ta t with m ifiectionat NML _ UMAMLLN CA 1S any other green tea, ol hy OW Rimtindiabitnl d N iz i is â€"cc/ad of Clarence‘s cager flush, and the long, passionate kiss which he impressed on the little hand. _ Jeanne started and ‘turned pale, then, without a word. hurâ€" ried up the stairs, just as Vane closed his dressingâ€"room door, and stood, pale | and stern,. with an anguish on his face Ibo.\'ond description. Had Hal been a Frenchman, there is ‘no doubt that he would have found some vent for his impatience and exciteâ€" ment by arraying his handsome person ‘in the most becoming toilet he posscasâ€" ced; but his personal adornment at any . ‘time received but scant attention st his hands, it was certainly aot likely it would absorb him now. Dasking into. his room, he fills the basin with cold waâ€" ter and plunges kis head into it, rubs ‘himself dry with a towel as if be meant to seour off his short eurls, and. after a vigorous application of two brushes, hard enough to serub a floor with, conâ€" â€"siders that he bas done s::i4cient. The peaceful tinkle of the vesper bells floats ~softly through the valley, singing a reâ€" quiem for the dying sun, as Hal strides through the park which surrounds the castle. Not a human being is in sight, â€"saving a herdsman slowly driving his cows to the farm on the side of the hill, and be searcely bestows a @lance ou the young Englishman as he «trides across the valley. ‘"Thinking it Best to ciee the villa garâ€" dens a wids berth, Hal makes a detour, and as the clock strikes «1x, comes upon the great cedar. _ It is a soft, delicious evening, which valleys alone know of; wafted gently by the wind is the sweet. precious odor of the ferns:; at a little distance is theâ€"tinkle of a sheepâ€"bell and the lowing of the cows on their homeâ€" ward way, through it all comes the ripâ€" ple and sylash of the little bubbling streamâ€"the stream which Hal will see while memory holds her seat. Hal is warm, for, though there was no nccasionâ€"seeing that be had all the afâ€" "And you wili co this for me *" said Jeanne, her cloquent face upturned to his questioninsly. "If the princess comes, you will keep the count away from her,. and leave poor Hal a chance of speaking to herâ€"will you ?" "ITheie is nothitg I would not do for yoiuy" replicd Clarence, his handsome face flushed. . "Thank yonâ€"than‘s your t" said Jeanâ€" ne. "I feol like a conspiraior." Azd she hell out her hard with a litâ€" tle flush. o a agne moao i e Then it was thai Vane stepped back, but too late to spare himself the sight uh »IP s us l c Eic d Sn l m a 2001 â€" Vane could not hear a word; would not have paused a moment if he could kave hcard; bad he dons so, how much jealous pain would have been spared to him ! Mechanically, unthinkingly, he looked over the balustrade. _ There stood Jeanâ€" ne and, of course, Clarence, the former with an anxious Jook on her face, the latâ€" ter with that anxious, concentrated gare with which his eyes always sought Jeanâ€" no‘s face. Vane tookh up the brush, but only to fling it cown aream, and absently turn over the faded velvet tunics, lace hats, rapiers and swords wwich lay in a heap on a chair. But rnothing would interest him, and at last he went up to his room to dress, his hands thrust into his pockâ€" ets, and his head drooping moodily. Just as he Fut his fingers on the handle of the door he leard a voice that always ran through kim; it was Je@aarane: she was coming slowly up the etairs, talking to someone in x lew voige. The someone replied in a still lower voice, and Vane bit his lip. With a shake of his broad shoulders and a smile, he threw off the feeling and went to work. On the easel was an unâ€" finished historical picture of the time of Charles the First; the lay figure was draped with a cavaler costume, and arâ€" tistic propertics of the same period were scattered about the room. is it thet seems to hang about us all like some dark cloud?" Then he went to the window and leaned out for air. "Someâ€" thing seems to press down upon the place like a nightmare. I am rot superstiâ€" tious, or I should think something was goi@g to hanpen." "What ails the boy?" he said:; "what TEA is far ©GHZ2ST AWAKD ST. LOUIS, 1904. really mine?â€"do you really love me?" +«With an effort she raises her head, and looks up at him, her ‘eyes moist, and beaming with that look of ineffable passion which all women may feel, but ocrly Italians can show. "My > darling, really mine?â€"do Whiteâ€"hot, not red, Hal presses her closely to him, and touches her soft brow with his lips, as reverently, alâ€" thpn!;gh passionately, as if she were a saint. + And, as he speaks, he draws her toâ€" ward him. j YVeronrg‘s fase flushes, then suddenly grows pale; her lips open, her bpeom heaves bencath ‘the muslin, and: with a little ery, she droops upon his broad breast. 1 7 Jove youâ€"I love you as well as any man could doâ€"better, a thousand times betâ€" ter; and if you do not love me, if we are to part, I woulid rather die than live; I feel that I never could bare to live without you!" And poor, brave Hal gives something that sounds like a sob. â€" "Verona, my beautiful Verona, 1 love you!" "Verona, I am only a boy; I don‘t know anything about the world; I‘m as ignorant as a black crow, and I‘m as poor as a church mouse! But, oh, Verona j I _ Verona, with a faint blush, raises her eyes, and lets them droop again. â€" en old io es "Verona," he says, and he takes her hand, and looks at her ‘hungrilyâ€"there is no other word for itâ€""listen to me. Don‘t turn your head away; I can‘t see your eves." "And are ;'&u' ;u’.;.twcoming.?" says _ Hal, eagerly. 4 geril B She skakes her head. 6~N°.,7 He takes two .or three impetuous strides, and comes ‘back to her, his face working, and his eves alight. fial sees it; there is not an expression of her face, her «eyes, ‘her lips, that he does ncot note; and ‘his face flames. "Where is he row?" ‘he asks. "Dressing to go to the castle," says Verona. "Do you not know *" Hal sees it: thore'-x; of her face, her eves. Verona shrimks, and the sligh runs through her again. "And the count has some right!" says ffal, fiercely; "and if he treats you like this before, what would he do after, when he has you entirely in his power ?" only andâ€" _"I don‘t know," she says, hesitatingly, and with a Tittle quick shudder. "Inâ€" deed, I do not knowâ€"but I am afraid they do not like me to go out, or to sae any one." ~"And am T theâ€"cause?" says outspoken Hal. "Who is it, the prince, your father ?" Verona shakes her head. "The count, then ?" Silence. "Ah!" and Hal draws a long breath; "so I thought! And what does he do that for, and are you going to submit to it? Thimk, Verona, a prisoner!" She turns pale, and her lipe quiver, J "I know; but what can I do? I am "Verona," he goes onâ€""I may call you Verona, mayn‘t 1% Tell me all, do tell me everything! *I feel like a man tied hand and foot, helpless. Are they really keeping you a prisoner inâ€"in this beastâ€" ly place?" "How can you say that?" he says. "Don‘t you know that T am almost out of my mind*"â€"and, indeed, he looks like itâ€""how would you feel if you loved me as I love you, if T were shut up away from you, and not allowed to see you, and that in a ‘beastly foreign place, where ome doesn‘t know the‘ languageâ€" and the people, instead of standing up like men to fight it out, smile and look on as if nothing was the matter?" Verona fixes her Aarl frightemed, plesdiag looi: some, flushed face. Did he wish to seo her * Had he ever wished for apything as much since his life beganâ€"â€" "Verona," he says, "his voiee all aâ€" quiver, as Shakesneare says, "Verona, are you angry with me berguse ofâ€"â€"Do. cause of last night * _ "Angry ?" and she lifta her long lashes _and loeks at *im. "You have beer i!l, are atil i"," he goes on to say. "Jeanne called to day," "I know," says Verona, softly, taurnâ€" ing away her head and revealing a proâ€" file like ore of those cameos one finds in ansictt jewels. "And they told her you were il." Verom: looks «t his fAushed, eager face with a gentle ssdness. "I was not ill," she says. "I knew it!" he rejoins, drawing a long breath of relief, combined with indignaâ€" tion. "I knew it was a â€"not true. Prinâ€" cessâ€"Veronaâ€"who told them to tell Jeanne that, and put her off ?" Veroxa lJooks down .silent. Hal groans almost audibly, and, dropâ€" ping her hand, lsams against the tree to control himself. "Now you are angry with me!" she sighs. Hal turns to her cagerly, and takes her hand again. L000 dE Ro CCAE CS (2CECCE CC TSb THUEL had ever fallen on her lins from manâ€"â€" he had slain the child in Verona, asd had ereated the woman, loving, passionate. and shy. She was shyâ€"sweetly thy. and whken she hekdl out het hand, Hal could not have piresed vp courege to kiss it to save his life. But he hoigs is tightly, though ‘t stremir: faintly for freedom, ard so ho stands l~=>i~g at her. At la«t she liifts her eyaâ€"with one swift {laak from thetr depths that goes straight imto Hal‘s heartâ€"and saye : nc o meed 2 _ "Did you want to see me, Mr. ram :" | terrooa Hal is no analyst, no philosopker, only a loveâ€"smitten boy, and didn‘t knew that, with his passionate kissesâ€"the first that °2 CS CIsq besidc ~im. For a moment he is specchleas; she has come, for all hiis expectancy, so like a vision, in rer worderful beauty, that he can do mwtinirg cise than stare, with his honest, boyish lov» beaming from his dark eyes, ‘As ho doses so, hs motices unconsciounsly, and with a pang, that she is changed somehow ; by the stream there where he hadk ncarly in@ern ever her, it was a child‘s face, a chfid‘s frank smile that had been upturn=¢ to kim; nowâ€" was it because she was paler e«a her eyes seemed darker and deeper *hat she seemed older ? oo e is e n Verona c!or.erbesidc ta AARSC darling, my Verona! Are you girlâ€"a ‘helpless woman, andâ€" CHAPTER xxxv,. ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO 4 eyes wilth a upon his handâ€" it shudder Far be it from us to detract in the smallest degree from the joys and amuseâ€" ments which are commonly indulged in ot Christmas time for the sake chiefly of the little people. But previous experâ€" ience has taught us unhappily that Christmas time is prone to bring a sad chapter of accidents, much sadder than usual because of their occurrenee at a peculiarly joyous time, which with a little forethought might have been avoidâ€" ed. Perhaps it is in connection with [ domestic theatricals that the worst acciâ€" _ dents have arisen. Children and adults _alike have been dressed up, for example, _and almost buried in a profusion of cotâ€" tonâ€"wool intended to represent snow,, without the least regard having been paid to the ready inflammability of the material and without ary precautions to keep it from coming into contact with a naked flame. Some most heartâ€"rending scenes have resulted" from this want of care, and a very sad sequel to happy moments has been the consequence. 1t ecannot be too well known am.t cottonâ€" wool burns with the fierceness of spirit, CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENTS AND THEIR DANGERS. "Whatâ€"what do you mean?" says Hal. She does not look up, and her voice drope so low that it is almost inaudible. "I am afraid!" she says, trembling. "Afraid! of what?"»says Hal, fiercely. "I am afraidâ€"" and she clings closer to him, and hides her white face, shudâ€" deringly, "that they are going to take me awayâ€"soon!" "Papa does not think. Andâ€"and in Italy girls marry when their {fathers wish them, and 1â€"I have been promised to the count ever since I could talk." Hal groans. "This is too awful, too wicked to be bWelieved. But it shall not be. I‘ll balk Mister Count of his prey. There must be some wayâ€"chanceâ€"time will give me some opportunity, and I must thinkâ€" think!" and he thrusts his hands through his short curls desperately. "Chanceâ€"time!" echoes Verona, sadâ€" ly, "Alas! there is no chance can help us, and for timeâ€"" She pauses and hides her head. 0e To ommc meins c 5 C e 1 0 un e i oal To Sn C Ti “C%nfonnd Italy!" exclaims Hal, under his breath. "And because the count is an old friend, and had a hand in some of these conspiracies, the prince quetly hbands him the greatest treasure the world pussesses!" _ Verona sighs sadly. ‘Papa ‘does not think of meâ€"of anyâ€" thing but Italy,". she whispers. â€" "Can‘t he see that the count is old enough to be your grandfather? If he doesn‘t want it, why doesn‘t he stop +1 a39 it ?" "Knows his secrets," says Hal. "Perhaps." "But that can‘t matter," says Hal. "He can‘t injure the prince here in Germany! Does the prince want you to marry the count ?" Â¥ a Co. Chmet » "I do not know; he has never said so," says Verona. "Listen, my swa. atigel; you were to marry the count. How loog have you l:nown him ?" Veropa is silent for a mo. »nt. "Ever since I can remember." "What made youâ€"wliat brought it aboutâ€"I :mean how came he to have the impucence, confourd bimâ€"to think of such a thing?" Verona thinks. "I do rot know. BHe is a great friend of papa‘s." A "Ah, I see," says Hal. "Your father is indebted to him, perhays?" Verona looks up proudly. lHal gasps. breathless for a moment, overwhelmaed by such lov», and, when he speaks sgain, bis voree is stirred and Lroken. "Yes, were," says Ha), hotly. "You are not going to now! T‘a liiil him first, I‘d â€"â€"â€"!‘d rathe: kill you!" "Ah!"â€"â€"and she clings to hi passionâ€" atelyâ€"â€""if you would! If I could die here now," and ahe lays her bead on his "Were!" murimurse vercna, sadly, de epairingly. _ "My darling," hs says, "for Heaven‘s sake don‘t ery: Every tear of yours goes to my hear; lige a kniftâ€"feel!" and ‘he presscs ber hand to his side. "Come, I‘m on‘y a boy; but I love you like a man; i« mc act like one! Listen to me, darling! You were sbout to marry the countâ€"" PDriven aimost wild by the sight of tears in hbher cyesâ€"â€"eyes to which tears shouid have been such utter strangers, Mal still reanages to control himself, and with a truo Englishman‘s coolness faces the situation. you againâ€"â€"eevrer ageli‘!~ "Hush, for God‘s sake!" says Hal, trempling, "Don‘; say that! There must be some wayâ€"â€"there mrustâ€"of â€"of preâ€" venting that!" She looks up, large tears forming slowâ€" ly in fer durk eyes, and shakes her head. ‘"No," she rsys, "1 am unfortunate. I â€"â€"I[â€"â€"A¢ not belong to myseli, I wish," and she sobsâ€"â€""I wish that we had never _ *"Part?" says Hial, Letween his teeth, and turring white. Whst can he say to prevent such a calamity? "Part!" he echoes, wildiv. ’ "Yes," she. sighs, ard her lips twitch, "we wust part; they wil‘ sat let me see "Hush!" ;she says. "You must not say this to me and of _ yourself. It is mot trme; it is you who are so much better thar 1Iâ€"a poor, miserable girl. Ah!" â€"and as if she had sueldenly remembered, she addsâ€""and we must part!" Verona lags the tips of her {ingers tim idly on his lips. "I love you," she whispers, her head closing sofitiy on his armâ€""I love you!" "Wondertci!" murmurs Hal, rapturâ€" ously. â€" "How can you. who are so beauâ€" 'tifnf soâ€"â€"so far above any other woman in t’l’\e worléâ€"love such a fcilow as I am ? (1% S No!" (To be continued.) agsint" The expenses of making a cannon and of firing each shot have enormously inâ€" creased of late, . There are in Germany cannon of one hundred and ten tons that the Krupp factory has turned out which cost every time they are fired, exactly $1,700. ’Ir"he projectile is worth $650, and the powder not less than $100. Bit this is not all; there must be added the proâ€" per fraction of the value of the gun, which can be fired only ninetyâ€"five times before it is completely out of order. Now a hundred and ton ton sun sosts an initial vel@®@ity of 900 yards a second. can send a projectile a distance of i3 miles. _A longer cannon, which is not yet in service, could, it is thought, send its shell 1414 milés with an initial speed of 1,200 yards. . When this initial speed shall have been attained with the 34 calibre the rarge will reach 30 kilomeâ€" tresâ€"just the distance from Dover +o. Calais. Cost of Ammunition, The cost of ammunition in a modern battle is much greater than is com â€" monly imagined. _ With the increase in the range of modern ordnance the exâ€" pense has naturally gone up steadily. The first rifled cannon of 16 centimetres (6% inches) calibre could not carry furâ€" ther than 6,600 yards. _ In 1870 a range of 8500 yards was attained. In 1875 by using steel guns, 12,000 yards was reached, and, by increasing the calibre, 15,000 yards was attained. Since this time, by using new powders and by the lengthening of the guns, the range has steadily grown. In 1888, on the occasâ€" ion of the jubiice of Queen Victoria, the English artilleries at Shoeburyness fired a celebrated round of shots under the name of the "jubilee round," which atâ€" tained a range of about 20,000 yards. The Germans imitated the English and reached about 23 yards further under the same conditions. The French artilâ€"â€" lery is not behindhand. _ It has now a ' cannon of 1314 inches, which, firing with | and that the flame is very hot and very difficult to extinguish. Great caution should also be exercised in regard to the drapery used for scenic purposes, which should consist so far as possible, if not entirely, of nonâ€"inflammable or of not easilyâ€"ignited muterial. There is again a similar danger connected with celluloid ornaments and toys. ‘The celluloid ball is fiercely and easily inflammable, and if it does not ignite something else and lead to an alarming conflagration it may itself inflict severe burns and injury. This warning is al)} the more needed, it seems to us, as so many toys are now made of this highlyâ€"combustible materâ€" ial. The festive season is associated with many things bright and pretty in which danger may easily lurk. The painted doll may be pigmented with poison, the colâ€" ored candles on the Ghristmas tree have been known to be a source of arsenical poisoning at Christmas parties, while the sweets may not be above suspicion. We cheerfully admit, however, that there never was a time when coloring materâ€". ials were as a rule so innocent in charâ€". acter as at the present, thanks, maybe, |‘ to the publicity given in our own colâ€" | lumns to the practice at one time in eviâ€" _dence of using poisonous materials for this purpose If to be forewarned is to be forearmed, this little note may not be written in vain. We feel strongly that a warning of this kind is timely, and we issue it not with the slightest desire to l cast a wet blanket over a promised joyâ€" ous time, but in the sincere hope that this Christmas may not be marred by those sad occurrence which have occaâ€" sionally marked previous festivals, and which could have been avoided by taking care and by the application of ordinary intelligence as to the possibilities of danâ€" ger. Fifth Experimentâ€"1, Perkshire; 2, Yorkshire; 3, Duroc Jersey; 4, Chester White; 5, Tamworth; 6. Poand Chiia. Fourth Experimentâ€"1, Beckshire; 2, Tamworth; 3, Yorkshire; 4, Chester White; 5, Duroe Jersey; 6, Poland China. Third Experimentâ€"1, Yorksbiro; 2, Berkshire; 3, Duroc Jerscy; 4, Tamâ€" worth; 5, Chester White; 6, Poland China. t Second _ Exper.mentâ€"1, Berkshire; 2, Tamworth; 3, Poland China; 4, Chesâ€" ter White; 5, Yorkshire; 6, Durvo Jerâ€" SeYs : .l First Experimentâ€"1, Berkshire; 2, Tamworth; 3, Poland China; 4, Duroe Jersey; 5, Chester White; 6, Yorkâ€" shire. In swise the most extensive experiâ€" ment with breeds have been conducted by the Ontario Agri@ultural College. Bix breeds .of swine were compared as to the cost of producing 100 pounds gxin live weight, and the tables which {ollow show the standing of the breeds with regard to economy of production. Ontario Experiments. Breeds avranged is order of economy of produclion. Comparisons of the breeds of sheep have noi been very fully worked out, but, so far as they have gone, the inâ€" dications are that the same rule pracâ€" tically Rolds true. _ Nearly every farmer who feeds siock has his favorite breeds, and is firmmly ;convinced that certain breeds are more profitable to feed than cthers. While ‘thcre is little doubt that some breeds of stock are better adapted to certain conditions of climgte, systems of manegeâ€" ment, snd environment than others, it is a significant fact that wher differâ€" ent breeds of fleshâ€"producing arimals have been fed side by side, under is same conditions, no constant difference in favor of apy one breed has been disâ€" covered, so far as ability to make eoâ€" nomicai gains is concerned. _ It is orly when it comes to marketing the cattle that the diiference between the cifforâ€" ent classes becomes apparent, the beet breeds producing imuch superior beef, and consequently «*@ling for a much higher price per pound. ‘ \r;-- AERaZRAIN 22008 SBC VUEWALIO Agricuitural Colleg', Gflfl". [e & ’ z mmmmmm Breed is not a factor in isfluencing wb "What makes you think so?" asked the young man. "She told ma that you had proposed several times, but that she was foing to guessing every time you k Ls"" "Why, to entertain you till comes in.. Isn‘t that the way talks ‘to you when she‘s hore*" The young man joolk:ed surprise the ancient ecnsndrum. "That‘s a chestnui," he sail. "A is not a door‘ when it is a jar of j "That‘s right," said the young s gleefully, ."Now, here‘s another: V makes more noise than a pig under" "Little girl," interrupted the y« man somewhat testily, "Why are asking me to guess those old cags?" "Nister‘ll be d igin," she said. when a door is is imame ter yventu: the caller. While parlor oj Songs and Their Writera % How the popular mong dica past af% resurrection is emaplasired by the noâ€" tice of the death in Providence of Samâ€" } uel N. Miteheil, who was the author of some of the most widely known in their day We suppose that not one thousand oi the young poople who greet â€" with avidity the new songs of this day ever heard of Touch the Harp Gently, _ My Pretty Louise, and yet it had a sale in this country of more than four million l copics, to say nething of its immense popularity in Eng*ind. That riust have =bcen thity or forty years ago. Mr. Mo chell wrote Smiis Ray, f» a popular minstre!l perform»®, and it was sung and whistled and tumâ€"tammed on pianos in every nook and corner of this country. Most of the comc»s loeg aince went into the ash barrels anmd the rcst are in the attics. Look at the titles of same of Mr. Mitchell‘s most nlar csoags: Dear Sunny Days of '.r;’P'.:hf: Rance _ Me Papa, on Your IKneoa; Amker Tresses Tied in Bluec; Tbe Lare Tims Led to School; My Love leeps Uivier the Daisâ€" ies; Speak to Mo Kin®y; Litts Bright Eyes at the Window; Magge Â¥"th the Hoft Brown Hair; Our Comte®os ‘Neath the Sod; The Sunny Srole of My Darlâ€" ing; Sleeping _ io Death‘s _ Carmping \Ground; We Deck Ther Greves Alle Toâ€"Day; When My Lose Cam»s Home to Me, Put My Little Shoes _ Away. There are persons who recall them, bat for the most part ther ainghg days are over, and ragâ€"time is more to the taste of the younger generation. Mr. Mitchell‘s verses were largely of the saccharine type that was atiected by the tenor solâ€" cist of the negro minstrel company, the choruses iending themselves effectively to the pianissimo revetition by the epâ€" tire troupe, and they thrilled many and many a suseptcble heart. As poetry they were not, of coumse, pretentious. _ Their author never dreamed that they were. They did give innocent pleasure {o thouâ€" sarus of persons, ard when they had served their purpose they wore pushed aside by the incoming of a new school.â€" New Bedford Standard. n <ritt l8 $82,500, and consequently at each disâ€" charge its value diminis.es by $900. The German navy has had reccatly a 77â€"ton gun, costing £50,090, which can be fired only 124 times, Each discharge repreâ€" sents the sum of $20. The 45 ton guas can be fired at least one hundred and fifty times. _ At the Essen factories tley can be built for $&6,890. The price of each shot does not exceed £500. "Cinâ€" ally., for less powoerful arms the prices fall to $170, $83 and §55 for carb shot. . sommemecmeniecs l P Ni :: > > smtememe The farmer can not afford to shut his cyes to the requiremenis of the marâ€" ket, and the facts brought out in these investigations are certainly worthy of his consideration. ular in the United States, but entirely unsuitable for supplytug the markets %o which Canadian packers cater. Kirth Experimmentâ€"1, Yorkshire:; & Tamworth; 3, Derkshire; 4, Duroc Je sey; 5, Pokar‘t Chine; 6, Chester White. A wmere glance abews that there is much corstancy abeamt these tables tha» about the preceding one«, The Yorkâ€" shires and Tamworths hold their place at tho top of the list in each of these tables, except one, where the Tamworths were placed as low as {wurth place, Th Choester Whites, Daree Jerseys, and Polâ€" and Chisas appear at the bettiom of the list in neariy every case, being cssontial= ly fatâ€"producing breeds and suitable far the production of the type af hog 7 ular in the United States, but entiraly FSfih R«perimentâ€"1, Yerkshire;: & Berk®bire; 8. (Mester White: 4. Tamâ€" wort‘k; 5, Duroc Jersey; 6, Poland Bresés arranged in order of suitabilâ€" ity for the manufacture of Wiltshire sides. ‘ First Expetimentâ€"1, Yorkshire; #, Tamworih; 3, Berkshire; 4, Duroc Jerâ€" sey: 5, Polazd China; 6, Chester White. ‘ _ Becont ]1% imentâ€"i, Yorkshire; %, Tunwcrth;z Berkshire; 4, Chester White; 5, Durce Jersey; 6, Poland Chiag. Thirl Rreperimentâ€"1, Yorkshire:; 2, Taniworth; 3, Berkshire; 4, Poland China; 5, Chestor White; 6, Duroc Jarâ€" se v, 3 Fourth Ecaperimentâ€"1, Yorkshire; %, Temworth: %, Berkshire; 4, Chestee White; 6, Darse Jersey; 6, Polan® Chins. wet pared by expert«, ard the followirg tables sKow ihe breeds mnfied in or« der of ikeir suitah‘¥ty for the meanuâ€" facture of bacon fer the English marâ€" the economy of production. Further, there is only one way of accounting for the variations which occurred in cagh experiment, and that is on Te ground of the individuality of t snimale There is little doubt, therefare, that aniâ€" mals posscssiny good comstibation and quality will make econcouten! use of their food, no matier whet bmed they may belong to. The carcasses from sewine «wad in the Ontario experiment were .sa® to the slaughter houzr and afibl? comâ€" pa:-gl by expert«a ard the followin@r 1Dm. 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