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NP rmMma 17 & im M o _ was 13 or *% al. , gh. 1 that po= er It all th the Fi= .‘:-Anéâ€";)'x;nâ€"y;;»;ha;v gwiven so mueh for | bearâ€"mmanetary pressure, I es i me! You bought‘me. J belong to you; I duced or orde;\!dpher toe,hrlesll.:‘m I must do all | can." | her lover and promise to marry . him Neville tilted his eap on to sa* lack [ Lyrne." of his kead and hoisted himself on to the | "Nice mam!" edge of the pit beside her. 1 ~"Cen. But It didn‘t come of "Put «ll that noneesse out of your | the doy hbefore the mme. f.t'::':ilg]]' head, little one," he said. *"!f you want | bolted with her own tme"u!lov'e and feit anything to do, why*"*â€"another bri]liar.: i Greville in the hole." Mea viited himâ€""why, be my | sister! _ "That‘s distimefly good," said the lisâ€" "No, no." he said, hastily. In her vuurte and selfâ€"restraint the child seemed ygars beyond her age, and manâ€"like, boyâ€"like, he felt shy and awkâ€" ward. It was as if he had capturedâ€" nay, boughtâ€"a ‘beautiful bird, and did not know what to make of it, or ‘how to treat it, lest he should ruffle its feathâ€" ers, or frighten or hurt it. "No, no," bhe said. "If I want any amore Fil get it. At‘s too hot for you to for future use."" ®un about. Look here, Sylria, you‘re not to trouble yourself, you know. Old Mother Meth will see to all that‘s wantâ€" She nodded. "My word!"the said; "you‘reâ€"gping to spout Shakespeare! Who taugnt you â€"â€"â€"" He stopped, but too late. He lips quivered and her eyes filled. but she kept back the tears bravely as she answered: "My father. (He taught me a great deal. Heâ€"â€"*" She dashed the tears #from her eves ..‘Shall I get you some "What would fm say to Jack*" h asked with a smile. "Jack? Yes, I like it," she replied after consideration. "All right," he said; "call me Jack What‘s in a name?" "A rose by any other name woul« asmell as sweet!" she finished gravely. Neville looked up. "Hallo! That‘s Shakespeare, littl« She sat down presently and watched him in profound silence for a time, then ahe said: "What is your name?" Now, Neville had not uttered his name since he had entered the camp, and he hesitated now. He nodded cheerfully, wiped his face and took up the can. _ "Yes," she said, and got up as she spoke and went to the fire, standing with her back to him. Neville said nothing more, but went back to his pit, filled up the rest of the dinver hour with his pipe, and then fell to work again. She set them down and stood beside them, looking down at him. _ _ _ He was sorry that ‘he had asked the question almost before ‘he had uttered it, for her face grew pale to whiteness and the grey eyes distended. "There, there," he said, soothingly; "don‘t you be afraid I‘ve got you, and I mean to keep you. Aren‘t you going to eat some dinner?" She shook her head. "Not yet," she said, gravely. "I can‘t eatâ€"yet; I will presently, in a little white." She was silent for a moment or two, still looking at him from between her arms, then she said: "Was that true | that you said last night! Was it all | the money you hadâ€"the money you | bou‘.ht me with?" | Neville winced. | "Look here, little one," he replied: don‘t let us say any more about it, and | don‘t you think sny more about it. | Why"â€"â€"cheerfully, and as if he had hit | upon a bright ideaâ€""you‘d have given as much for me, wouldn‘t you*" and he laughed. j At tea time Sylvia came to the pit with a can of tea and some cakes. She regarded him in silence for a ment, then she drew a long breath "Why?* Do you think I‘m such a changeable person, Sylviat You don‘t want to go, do you*" As he did so Neville chanced to glance toward the but. Sylvia was standing in the doorway and must have heard every word. When he came in to dinner he found her alone, Mrs. Meth having gone to the camp, ostensibly for supplies, but really to hear full particulars of last night‘s proceedings. Neville looked up, but his eyes fell be fore her intent, gray omes, and he col ored. The girl sat with her head resting on her small hands. They were clean, though brown as berries, and she sat thus and watched him while he ate in gllence for a time. Then she said sudâ€" denly, _ and in the clear, musical voice which had startled Neville the night beâ€" fore "Why didn‘t you give me up to that man *" "He‘d be no end of a fool if he didn‘t, young un," retorted Lockit, with a grin. Ill take him. And PI give the bank ?ont your share of your own nugget. ere‘s luck to you, young ‘un!" and be sauntered away. andâ€"wait a minute, Lockit," shrug of the shoulders the m parting. "you can add that I‘n revolver shooting, just for : and to pass t time, and tha; it would be dh.’.erous for an: loitering about the hut, espe dark. Laverick will underst "Give my compliments to Mr. Lavar ick," he said, "and tell him I decline his offer. I bought the girl, and she‘s mine AHlâ€"Wwaik m canfmmtis c in ul w in pouâ€" She shook her head THE USURPER out the hut, especially after rick will understand." no end of a fool if he didn‘t. retorted Lockit, with a grin. That‘s Shakespeare, little Mr. Lavarâ€" | e ithâ€" | House. "I‘ve heard something about | him but forgot exactly what." any | _ **Well, it‘s soon told. Old Greville was i to | an eceentric. A man with a mania, you know. Seems that when he was a young a‘re ‘ man he fell in love with & girl. She was (ld | below thim in position, but Grevilie was intâ€" | mad mbout her, and, notwithstanding | that ahe was engaged to another young | fellow, Greville brought pressure to for l bearâ€"ammonetary pressure, I expectâ€"inâ€" ou; | duced or ordrred her to break off with | her lover and promise to marry . him, ack [ Lyrne." the | "Nice mam!" | _ "Yes. But it didn‘t come off after all, his | you know," and he nodded at her. ne, | . "Your sister! _ She thought it over h a | for a moment, her solemn eyes resting on de. ihil handsome face. "YVery well." ing "That‘s all right," he said, Wi*] imâ€" nt lmme satisfaction. "I‘m brother *Jack, dey | °B and you‘re sister Sy!! Do you object be | to 8y1t" tep |, "You can call me what you like. You ‘boughtâ€"-l mean, yes, Syl will do. I‘d pst, | like you to call me it. ‘ Father always pim. lc.lled meâ€"â€"" She stopped again and py |turned her head away, and he saw the ; | muscles of her delicate neck working as "he' | she battled with her tears. "Yes, call me "I do, indeed, and darned monotonous I find it. That is, I did find it; but it won‘t seem so bad now TI‘ve got a sister to bring me my tea and talk to me." "And haven‘t you any brothers?" she asked, after a pause, during which she had not for a second removed her eyes from his face. Neville‘s face darkened. "I‘ve got one," he replied. "And is he a digger?" she asked. Neville kicked the heap of stone at the bottom of the pit. "No, Svl. He‘s a gentleman in Lonâ€" (n the night Neville Lynne bought Silvia Bond the House of Commons in London was unusually full. An importâ€" ant debate was in progress, and that evening Mr. Gladstone had spoken with even more than his wonted eloquence, and all about the Houseâ€"in the gallerâ€" ies, in the lobbies and even outside, where a big crowd hung about and waitâ€" ed â€"there was the peculiar atmosphere of excitement ghich only political events can produce. Syl. andâ€"Jack"â€"with a â€"n;nm-;ntnry hesitationâ€""do you work all day like 44 80 use this Two gentlemen had witnessed the proâ€" cecdings from the front of the strangers‘ galleries, and one of them, who had scarcely removed his eyes from Sir Jorâ€" dan‘s tall, thin figure while he had been speaking, looked at his companion with a thoughtful smile. "That man‘s going to make his mark," he said to his friend. "Whoâ€"Jordan Lynme?* NYes. I supâ€" pos:_wo. . Clever speech, iwasn‘t it? Do you i;m\\" him at all*" "Well, I was at Rugby with him," said the last speaker. "But I can‘t say 1 knew him. 1 doubt very . much whethâ€" er any one knows him." The second man nodded. "I know what you mean. No, Lynne‘s a dark horse." ~How long has be ibeen Sir Jordan?" askea the other. "Iive been away such a deuce of a time that I‘ve lost touch of events, you know." "liow _ long? Ob, about cighteen months, more or less. ‘Yes, ‘his father, old Sir (Grevelle, died about seventeen or eighteen months ago,.and this Jordan, the eldest son, came into the baronetey â€"and the money. Strange history, old Greville‘s." She turned this over in her mind for a moment or two, then she asked: "And why aren‘t you a gentleman in London, Jack ?" H# colored and laughed. "Oh, whyâ€"well, because I‘m the secâ€" ond son. I‘m afraid you won‘t underâ€" stand, Syl. You see, the first son has all the tin and the other poor devils have to turn out and earn their grab. That‘s my case." "Then you‘re here at the diggings beâ€" eause you were poor?" "For that and several other reasonsâ€" s Ince. "We‘ve agreed we‘d cut that topic, you know, Sy!," he said. "We‘ll forget it, ch? Suppose you and I pretend that we‘ve been brother and sister all along, but that we‘ve only just come across one another. How‘s that? Do you think I shall answer as a brother*" She took up the strong brown hand in her small pair and turned it over, then nodded at him, and without a word laid it down on the edge of the pit again, and, gettimng up, walked back to the hut. Not only had the great orator spoken, but speeches had been delivered by sevâ€" eral of the other stars in the political firmament, and perhaps no one of them had attracted more attention than that of Sic Jordan Lynne. ‘"Tell me," said his friend, as arm in arm they went down the stairs and sauntered on the terrace in front of the don t ?â€"â€"â€" night hi ve $ \nd yet yor gaveâ€"how much was nine hundred pounds for me last it!" she said, in a low, faraway e. but with her gray eyes fixed on CHAPIER V He‘s a gentleman in Lon As the cab rattled through the gates one of those ema" outside the House on important ocesâ€" sions saw and recognized him, and raisâ€" ed a cheer for "Sir Jordan," and he leanâ€" They went on their way and Sir Jorâ€" dan returned to the House. He sat on his seat with his arms folded, his head bert down, apparently lisvening intently, until the House rose; then he went out, and, calling a cab, drove to Lady Marâ€" low‘s reception. R "Â¥es, he married twice. This man Jordan is the son of the first wife, and there‘s another boy calledâ€"called Neville, the son of the second." "What‘s become of him?" * The speaker shook his head. "Can‘t say. It‘s rumored lhh he‘s abroad somewhere. He was at one time Sir Greville‘s favorite son; but our friend Jordon soon altered that. 1 am told that he hates the halfâ€"brother like poiâ€" son, and that he never rested until he had brought a quarrel about between Neville and his father, and got the youngster turned out." "A worthy son of a worthy father!" "Yes. Jordan played his cards very well. The estate was a small one, not nearly large enough to support the baronâ€" etey properly, and of course old Greville could have left his moneyâ€"it was an enormous pileâ€"where he choose; to his second boy, Neville, for instance. But when the will was read it was found that Jordan had got the whole of itâ€"â€" estate, nroney, allâ€"and that Neville was left without a penny. 1 should think Jordan is one of our richest men, and, a# you say, a man who will make his mark. May be Prime Minister some day." "Remorse?" said the other. "Hem"â€" At that moment Big Ben struck the hour and Sir Jord&n started and raised his headâ€"*"Remorse? No, by George! It looks likeâ€"yes, fear," concluded the observer. _ "Dessay. P‘raps he‘s thinking of that urfortunate young beggar of a brother of his." "Yes, I think he was. According to poetical justice he ought to have been punished in some way. But he wasn‘tâ€" at least, in this world. He flourished like the bay tree. _ Everything he touched turned to gold." "Hushâ€"here he is!" warned the other, and the two men drew aside into the shadow as Sir Jordan Lynne passed. . He was walking by himself, his hands clasped behind his back, and his head boweik slightly. : 0scc u(tol woar / He was not a bit like Neville. He was thin and narrowâ€"chested, with a long face and a pointed chin. His mouthâ€" he was cleanâ€"shavenâ€"was straight and hard; the lips stuck close as if their owner were always on guard. Very few persons knew the color of his eyes, for Sir Jordan had an unpleasant trick of keeping them _ veiled under unusually thick and white lids. It was not a preâ€" possessing face by any means, and yet no . one eould glance at it without recogâ€" nizing that it was the face of a clever and intellectual man, a man with a large quantity of brain power and a strong will to use it . 4 9 A man‘s voice is supposed to be the index of his character; Sir Jordan‘s was soft â€" and slowâ€" excepting when he was addressing a large audience, and even then it was never loud or veheâ€" ment, ard always beautifully under his eontrol. & Such a man was sure to come to the front. and Sir Jordan, as he paced up and dGown the terrace, ought to have been .a very happy individual. _ The cheer: which had been called forth by his clever, fluent speech were still ringâ€" beg in Jhis ears. He knew that he vas being talked about; that as he pacad up and down men were Jooking at him vith interest and curiosityâ€"and yet no man came up and linked anm arm in his, or smote ‘him on the back ard .called him "Od fellow." "A strange face," said ore of the two men who had been watching him, "Keen and intellectual and all that, and yet there‘s something about it I don‘t like. The man looks, yes," as Sir Jordan with his kead bent passed them again, "looks as if he weren‘t at ease; and if he‘d got somehting unpieasant on his mird." "Exactly," assented the speaker. "And it‘s only in the nineteenth century that you can do that sort of thing. Â¥n the old days you went out after dark and stuck your enemy under the fifth rib. Now you bet with him on the stock exâ€" change, run horses against him on the turf, slander him, rob him of his repuâ€" tation, and ultimately get a good deal more revenge out of him than if.you left him with a hole in him as in the good old days. The man Sir Greville had sworn to ruinâ€"and didâ€"disappeared. The wife, 1 believe, died of grief ani anxiety." "Any children?" "Don‘t know. I fancy there was dae, but I‘m not sure." "Poor woman! What a fiend Sir Jor dan‘s father must have been!" "Not so bad. _ Greville Lynne was +wfully cut up; most men are under the ires, but most men get over it in time, ind if they don‘t exactly forget the girl who jilted them, forgive her. Old. Greâ€" ville didn‘t. He sat himself deliberately to work to hunt down his successful vival, swore a big oath that he‘s ruin ~im, andâ€"did it." "How do you mean?" inquired the riend. ‘Well, I don‘t know all the details, but I‘ve heard people who were in the know say that Greville stuck to the other fellow‘s trail like a bloodhound, and. while professing to be his friend, plotted and schemed to effect his ruin. ?t took years to accomplish, of course, but it was accomplished at last and Sir Greâ€" ville had the satisfaction of seeing his rival a broken man and an outeast." He was in evening dress that night, for‘he was going on to a reception when the house roseâ€"but he always wore darkâ€"eolored clothes. "And this is the nineteenth century, I believe?" A word must be said about his hands. They were large and bony, but singuâ€" larly white, so that when he raised them while he was speaking you felt attracted by them, and watched them instead of the face,. which was, perhaps, to ‘ the speaker‘s advantage. Since his father‘s death Sir Jordan had ‘"come very much to the front" in other than political ways. .He was exâ€" tremely liberal. _ "Sir Jordan Lynne, Bart. M.P.," figured prominently in all the charity lists. He was always ready to address a missionary meeting, and was .one of the most respectable and religious men in the House, a stanch defender of church and State, a +tern moralist, and neither drank nor smoked. "Did he ever marry? Oh, of course I beg your pardon." 3 was A Model. Mrs. Scottâ€"You used to point Tom out to us as a model husband, and now you say he‘s lazy, _ _ _ o. _ Mre. Mottâ€"Well, hes‘ a model, all right; only he isn‘t a working model.â€" Bostom Transcript. Mr. Olding had for years been afâ€" Mr. Olding â€" himse flicted with asthma and bronchitis, but | glad Rev, Mr. Smit! now _ a complication of diseases was | about my wonderful ravishing his system. _ He had been | dently believe that confined to his bed for months and | for Dr. Williams‘ P was reduced to a skeleton. _ Though ; have been dead long evidently glad to see me, he conversâ€" | impossible to exagge ed with the gredtest difficulty, and | condition I was in leemes to realize that it was the | use the Pills. No o beginning of the end. _ He was daily | get better. I scarce growing weaker; his feet were swollen | self that Dr. Wil to twice their natural size. and the | would ?ring me thr eold hand of death was upon his brow, | and I have ever s "It is no use," he said feebly, "the doeâ€" | health. Though 1 tor‘s medicine is not helping me and I | years old, people are am going down _ rapidly." I prayed | on how young I look with him as for a man soon to pass inâ€" | I can do a fair day to eternity, and when I took his hand | better in every was in parting it was the last time I expectâ€" | for years. _ I canne ed to see him in the flesh. praiss of Dr. Wiliia Three years later, while on another | 1 take every opp visit to my mother‘s, Michael Olding ‘ recommend them t« was seemingly in better health than 1‘ ailing." And yet there were girls, sweet. inâ€" nocent, ignorant girls, just launched on the side of society, who actually envied Lady Marlow, and whose only ambition was to marry a viscount and do likewise. (‘Ne he eontinued.) Come to think of it, Lady Marlow had worked as hard as any woman in Lonâ€" don that day. She had got up early to read and anewer her letters, »otwithâ€" standing thn‘flhe had not gone to bed until three Welock that morning; she had spent the forendon at the opening of a fancy bazaar, had made gix calls in the afternoon, had sat at the head of the table during a wearisome dinner party and now, just at the time when happier people were in bed and asleep, she was standing between the hat room and the draughty stairs, shaking hands and smilâ€" ing like a mandarin with a host of peoâ€" ple, most of whom she scarcély knew, and did not care if «he never sow again During a visit to my home in Meriâ€" gomish, N. S., some â€" years ago, I was grieved to find our next door neighbor and friend, Michael Olding, very low. "He is not expected to live," my mothâ€" er informed me, "and you must go over and see him, as he M liable to pass away at any moment." "Not exâ€" pected to live," that was the opinion not only of the doctor who attended him, but of his wife and family as well. Upon _ visiting him _ myself 1 found abundant evidence to confirm their opinion. St. Andrew‘s Manse, Cardigan, P. E. 1., Jan., 1908. Though 1 have never been sick myâ€" self, and have not had occasion to use Dr., Williams‘ Pink Pills, 1 thought you ought to know of the remarkable cure they have whought in Mr. Olding‘s case, "Why I Recommend _ Dr. William‘s Pink Pills" The Particulars of a Remarkable Cure Told by a Presbyterizn Clergyman=â€"The Sufferet Brought Back From Death‘s Door. / ed forward and lifted his hat and smiled with his thin lips; then he sank back again and closed his eyes. It was past midnight, the sitting had beer an exciting one, and he was fully justified in feeling tired and snatching a nap; but it seemed as if he could not rect, for presently he sighed, and, leanâ€" ingy both arms on the front of the cab, looked from side to side from under his drooping lids. _ Lookedâ€"not with the aimless interest of an ordinary observâ€" er, but with the sharp intentness of a man who is watching for something or some one. The cab pulled up at Jady Marlow‘s and Sir Jordan Lynume, smoothing the watchful, anxious lines from his face, anml with a soft and pleasant smile about his thin lips, @gscended the stairâ€" Case. A great deal aof pity is expended, and deservedly, on the hard worked poor, the dxck laborers, the factory hands, reilway servants and cabmen;,. but no one has, as yet, thought of getting up a strike among the terribly hard worked members of fashionable society. And yet for whom could the wealthy and powerful Sir Jordan Lynne, baronet, be looking in the Londom streets after midnight * Lady Marlow‘s evenings were always crowded, for she was a very popular ditâ€" tle personage. She was the wife of a viscount, rich, almost young and <exâ€" tremely goodâ€"natured. Young girls just out adored her, and their mammas courtâ€" ed her, for it was said that for the last three seasons the best matches had been made under Lady Marlow‘s auspices, and that the best chance a girl had was to have Lady Marlow for a friend. She was a little woman with a pleasâ€" ant countenance, a &air of ‘bright eyes which saw halfâ€"way through a brick wali and a tongue sometimes . appallingly frank and candid. _ She stood just in sidle the drawing room, receiving her guests, and she gave Sir Jordan her band and a smile, as she had given them to s hundred other persons that evenâ€" ing, and she did it without yawning or ever looking tired, though her feet wched, her head .ached, se ached all over. CHAPTER VI Mr, Olding himsel{ writes: "I am glad Rev. Mr. Smith has written you about my wonderful eure, for I confiâ€" :dently believe that if it had not beon | for Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills 1 would have been dead long ago. . It would be impossible to exaggerate the desperate condition I was in when 1 began to use the Pills, No one thought I could get better. I scarcely dared hope myâ€" self that Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills would ?ring me through, but they did and I have ever since enjoyed good | health. Though 1 am _ seventyâ€"nine | years old, people are always remarking | on how young I lookâ€"and I feel young. I can do a fair day‘s work and I am lhetter in every way than I had been | for years. _ I cannot #ay too much in praiss of Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills and | 1 take every opportunity I can to !re«ommend them to friends who are ailing." it very highly for those farms on which it can be grown successfmily. _ , _ Alfalfa should be very carefully testâ€" ed on many farms throaghoat Ontario. Its large yields of nutritious feed for farm stock, its perennial cnaractor of growth, and its benaficial ‘ntiuence on ¢ 5 commend _ Permanent pastures have never occuâ€" pied as prominent a place in the agriculâ€" ture of Untario as they have in the agriâ€" culture of Great Britain. The scarcity of labor and the great development of our live stock industry are factors which ‘are causing some of our most thoughtâ€" ful farmers to consider the advisability of securing a firstâ€"class permanent pasâ€" ture instead of relying so much on timâ€" othy for pasture purposes. Fields which are located long distances from the fgrm buildings or which are difficult to ‘work on account of the presence of steep hillâ€"side, crooked rivulets, low spote, etc., might be converted into permanent pasâ€" tures and thus prove of great economic value. This arrangement would not inâ€" terfere materially with the regular crop rotation of the farm. From more than twenty years‘ work in testing different varieties of grasses and clovers, both singly and in combination, 1 would sugâ€" gest the following mixture for permanâ€" ent pasture on an average soil in Onâ€" tario: Alfalfa, 5 lbs.; alsike clover, 2 lbs.; white clover, 2 lbs.; meadow fesâ€" eue, 4 lbs.; orchard grass, 4 lbs.; tall oat grass, $ lbs.; meadow foxtail, 2 lbs.; and timothy, 2 lbs.; thus making a total of 24 pounds of seed Eer acre, â€" These varieties are all very hardy. Some of those used in Great Britain are not permanent in this country, None of the smaller growing varieties, such as the blue grasses and the bent grasses, are imentioned, as tirere is scarcely a farm in Ontario in which the C.nuzm blue grass, the Kentucky blue grass or the red top will not grow naturally. The varieties here recommended are strong, vigorous growers. Some cf them produce pasture very early in the spring and others later in the season. . Most of the varieties are superior to timothy in producing a growth during the hot, dry weather which occasionally occurs in the months of July and August. The seed can be sown in the early spring either alone or with a light seediag of spring wheat or barley~ Such & mixture as this when well established on suitable land should furnish a pasturc, abundant in growth, excellent in quaiity, and perâ€" manent in charaeter. id had ever seen him, for, as I said, he had always been ailing. in sheer desâ€" peration he hack asked his wife to get him Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills. They soon began to help him. His appetite and strength began to improve, and to the astonishment of his family and friends he rapidly regained his heaith. Now, though the burden of well nigh four score years is upon him, he is able to do a fair day‘s work, and is in the enjoyment of ‘good health, even the asthma has ceased to trouble him as in former vears. Mr. Olding himself, as well as his neighbors and the writer of this letter, confidently believe that his rescue from the very jaws of deathâ€"seemingâ€" ly so miraculousâ€"is due under the blessing of God to the timely and conâ€" tinuous use of Dr. Williams‘ Pink PNH. e cremieavndati Five distinet tests have been made at the College in comparing twentyâ€"one different mixtures in grass and clovers for hay production. (me cest was startâ€" ed in 1897, one in 1898, two in 1900, and one in 1906. Each of these tests have been completed with the exception of the last one mentioned, which will be finished in 1908. Crops of green fodder and of hay were obtaired from the four tests in each of two years. Alfalfa was included in seven of the mixtures, . Of the twentyâ€"one different combinations the six highest yielders of hay contained alfalfaâ€"the greatest yield being producâ€" ed by the mixture of alfalia and tall oat grass. The details of the entire experiâ€" ment will not be presented until after the results of 1908 have been secured. The following table, however, gives the average annual yield in tons of green fodder and of hay per acre of four of the mixtures in the four tests already completed : tall oat grass ... ... .. 1077 339 Common red clover and timothy ... :...~... . . 1009 ARO Although alfalfa and tall oat grass gave an average yield of 1.2 tons of hay Mixtures. Greer Alfalfa and tall aot grass Alfalfa and timothy ... Common red clover and per acre more than common red clover and timothy, it is doubtful if even this mixture will equal alfalfa alone for hay production. REV. EDWIN SMITH, M. A Green Fodder. Hay. grass | 15.17 _ 441 13.80 of laying as ripe, Cntâ€"the grain, and avoid leayâ€" ing it on the land 1 r than necessary. Give the alfalfa ufi every opportunâ€" ity to get a goos start in the autumn in preparation for the winter. If for hay, cut each crop of alfalfa in the folâ€" lowing year as soon as it starts to bloom. In curing, try and retain as many of the leaves on the stems as possible, and to protect the crop from rain. Never cure or pasture alfalfa sufficiently close to the ground to remove the crowns of the down a plo; or a field to ali®ia, and we would suggest ‘the followinz method as one which is likely to give very exceilent results. Select land having a vlean, raclâ€" low, fertile surface soil overlying a deepâ€" lyâ€"drained subsoil having no acid*ty, Use large, plamp seed, free from impurities and strong in germinating power. Inâ€" oculate the seed with the proper kind of bacteria, providing alfaifa has mot been grown successfully on the land in recent years. As early in the sprmg as the land is dry enough and warm esough to be worked to good advaniage, mahe a suitable seedâ€"bed and immediately suw about twenty pounds of alfalfa seed per acre from the grass seed box placed in front of the grain drill, and about one bushel of lpizr:g wheat or barley per acre from the tubes of the drill. fimooth the land with a light harrow or with a weeder, and if it is very loose and rather dry, also roll it and again go over it with the harrow or the weeder. As soon "Have you a coliege diplomat" ‘*No, but I have several mining stock certificates that I might frame and up as evidencee that 1 have been un-::: the school of experiecrc»."~â€"Washington roots, and thus injure or J)o-ibly kill the plants. If these directions are folâ€" lowed, the alfalfa may be expected to produce large and valuable crops for a number of without reâ€"seeding.â€" From Onhr{:aovernment Bulletin on Alfalfa or Lucerne. Some of the Unwritten Laws of the | British Navy. | In the gunroom mess iteelf the midâ€" | shipmen are ruled with an iron hand, as | probably they need to be, says a writer | in the Grand Magazine, in telling the eustoms or pranks played by the junior officers on those wfio bave the misforâ€" | tune to be junior to them in point of standing in the British navy. | A whole ‘possum cooked in genuine Georgia style, with taters on the side, was placed before him. _ "Two dollars extra for the ‘possum," said the landlord, when the guest came to settle. "It‘s an outrage," said the guest. "It‘s ‘cording to the way you look at it, stranger," said the landlord, "but it took me six nights‘ swamp wadin‘ to ketch that ‘possum, an‘ when 1 kotched him I keotche! <‘ on with him.* A tourist in Georgia stopped over night at the Palace Hotel, in a little village, and expressed a desire to taste Georgia ‘possum, according to the Atlanta Conâ€" stitution. Interlocutorâ€"Ladies and gentlemen, while the usher is gathering up the reâ€" mains of the illâ€"fated man who got that off, the renowned balladist, Mr. Hunck O‘Limburg, will favor you with his celeâ€" brated song, "I Loved He: Fondly; But She Handed Me a Loaded C:gar." Interlocutorâ€"No, Sam; I shall have to pass that up. What is the difference between the late Lydia E. Pinkham and a couple of ice pitchers in a hospital? _ Tamboâ€"De one am yours for health an‘ de uddah am ewers for sicknes«. Our Own Minstrels. Tamboâ€"Mistah Walkab, kin yo‘ tell me de diffunce ‘tween de late Lyddy E. Pinkum an‘ a couple of ice pitchahs in a hospital? o Those over eighteenâ€"the seniorâ€"howâ€" ever, are allowed more privileges than the juniors, among them being, strange to say, the right to smoke. The juniors do as they are told without question or remonstrance. Something pressed by sister‘s thumb. Bomething sister had been chewing An instance of this is afforded in one of the most curious of all the old cusâ€" toms. At any time that pleases his funcy it is the cherished prerogative of the president of the mess to jab an orâ€" dinary tablefork into one of the beams above his head. Instantly every junio midshipman or cadet in the room rushes for the door as fast as his legs can carry him, while the progress of the lagâ€" gards is assisted by vigorous whacks from their elders. Those on the wrong #ide of the table climb over it in their haste to take their obnoxious presence elsewhere. Bhe forgot that it was Lent, Next unto a quiet Bister went, dreonm,ht best; Then another yow was shattered, Nister couldn‘t stand the test, For they served such lovely ices Andher.gne for more she sent; Later on, told her pastor One of Sister‘s vows was during Lent she‘d give up thewing gum, But we found beneath the mantel Bister‘s Lenten resolutions Every one has gone to smash; Every one of her denials Bister munched to her content; Later, Sister made confession When we questioned her, she told us She forgot that it was Lent, Even the wardrgom has its peculiar ways. Refreshments all around are exâ€" acted from a man who is indiscreet enough to mention & lady‘s name st dinâ€" ner or to make a bet before the King‘s health has been drunk. Curiously enough the unwritten law prohibits an officer from drawing his sword in the messâ€" room. This must be a relic of the days of sudden and violent brawle, but toâ€"day the only purpose served by the regulaâ€" tion is to enable the alert to trap the less wary into momentary forgetfuiness and the consequent penalty. Now has tumbled with a crash, Days ago on chocolate candy Druggists refund money if it faile to cure. R. W. GROVE‘S signature is on each box. Me. Khe forgot that it was Lenk, TO CURE A COLD IN ONE DAY CLEARING THE MESS ROOM ONTARIO Cost of a ‘Possum Dinner. Aimos: «s wood Forgetful Sis. ARCHIVEsS Grammatical Hint. Squagesâ€"Say, Squiggs, which is right, "I, orter pay up," or "I1 should pay up" Squiggsâ€"Why, "I should pay up," of course. Squaggsâ€"That‘s _ what _ I though. How‘d it do to apply it to that five I let you take three weeks ago? "Surcly Doolittle doesn‘t ne stenographers in his business, does he have them*" ‘His wife insists on it, I belies a little precaution."â€"Puck, Happiness never comes to visit the man who is worrying about how to keep trouble away.â€"Florida Timesâ€"Unâ€" jon. Mys. Benhamâ€"I‘m going to give a big party on my birthday. Benhamâ€"Who wil lbe invited* Mrs. Benhamâ€"Just my friends. Benhamâ€"I thought you said that you were going to give a big party.â€"New York Press. "That new preacher you have is a pretty wideawake young man, isn‘t he?" "Yep. Keeps right on preachin‘ when everybody else is aslcep." â€" Cleveland Leader. Mr, Subbs (after engaging cook) â€" Tere‘s one other thing 1 suppose you should know, Miss Flanniganâ€"my wife is a chronic invalid, confined to her room. Miss Flanniganâ€"That‘s fine! I wor afeerd she might be war iv thim chronie kickers that arâ€"re confined t‘ th‘ kitchen, Lbegobs.â€"Puck. We hear of rumor comingsâ€"out Of some of Springville‘s choicest buds Knickerâ€"Did Jones get excuses con fused ® # The Elmsâ€"that fay Has boughs to rent Ye Editor thanks Cherry Tree For sundry dioral offerings. Down cisternâ€"way a waterâ€"spout Has been a source of active floods in We learn that Mrs. Early Bee f Is still quite lame with frosted wings said the new b the back yard ma kin outtalk The Garden restaurant reports A fresh supply of angleworms. as (From the Springville Breeze.) We‘re pleased to state that Mr. Wren And wife are back and at the Eaves. "My dad kin dirty faced boy "I don‘t know The Robins 9ccupy again Their summer home on Maple Leaves Willing to Give it a Trial. .\y:fathizmp friendâ€"You suffer from general debility sometimes, do you* 1)id you ever try massage*" Mrs. Skiinmerhornâ€"No; how muce "Me‘s a n sawdust and cheagn." No Room for Anything Else "Laura," growled the husband, " have you taken al! my clothes o this closet for?" "Now, there‘s no use in your ms any fuss about it, George," said wife, with a note of defiance in her a "I just had to have some place wh could hang my new spring hat." Mr. Quimby â€"Al is that they are p« quence, Two men } the madam‘s spring n case you run across Green Lawn Don‘t wonder why he looks so queer lis only that he‘s undergone Hi« first short hairâ€"cut of the yvear. Masculine Exaggeration. Mrs, Quimbyâ€"Archibald, do you know anything about these people who are moving in next door? than anybody do Hostâ€"Naturall joving him at a thin "Well, he has ma lolars, that 1 know ind Greek names fo 1 n AUMOR â€"Jwols: U Upgard n‘t you tÂ¥ _ Rewards of Scholarships. "He took a full classical course at cof ye, did he? Did it ever get him any According to Her Observation. ilâ€"Docsn‘t it cost a good deal to do much roller skating at the rink as stess (at A W material i Three Are a Crowd Doesn‘t Feare Him Unkind Deduction He« jul Gettine Acauainted . know whether he kin or not," new boy on the other side of sOH Had a Monopoly. man Uncle Henry Far From It in has made several hundred M, nc 01 s0 A Mixup be M mng Detined of defiance in her voice, ave some place whore J l 1 know about them people of some counseâ€" have just earried in w of, inventing Latin or patent medicines." rite of resortsâ€" on easy terms. at is a sociologist?" my boy, is a person arbage can and find it for a long lecture jety," pisilosopher ?" son, who car imself think it your dad, locen‘t need _ two business, _ Why his hboss That he the office, and his up with the baby. va but TX time touch all the time ur making ‘ said ds id Mr, Weer. elf better bet y Just ha eal 10e he ol T igisint 4 ies td