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Large Receives tern Hos;ia! of Toroato OBER I REID‘S WILLI. tin is kxbaustive In rovincial Jurisdiction. OF DIVORCE. â€"> +4 Widow LSiAQ€ A T Goes to the t point i hobert aviug the _ Justice H but * Taurmm Minneâ€" meen‘s fift 1 Hose spital $2,500 ; #2 .500 Angus s proâ€" sn MP at pro mat me of & per nIon Mrs .f\d, tate, Lady nume ‘ome 20 hy the that rom Wb 2 M X M ind to ARECTC E B‘iore she could reply the mAnager knocked at the door in a flutter of exâ€" citement to tell her that the house was calling for her to come on before the eur tain. Bui Sylvia refused. "Oh, no, no," she said, panting a lit tle "Not yet, I must rest. Oh, please not yet; let them wait till the opera is finishedâ€"they may not want me then!" ue word and wish of a prima donna was law, and the manager retired disâ€" appointed, and yet marveling at the young lady‘s modest humility. It was something startlingly novel in his exâ€" Merey ? "How henutifull{ you sang toâ€"night, dear!" she said, kissing her. "I wish you could have heard tie delighted reâ€" marks of the people at the wings. 1 think it will be the greatest success you have yet had." Sylvia nodded. "And yet I tre:mbled so thatâ€"did you gee any of the people in the house, Merey was wnitiuso for her at the wings and took her down to the dress ing room and noticed that Sylvia was, though outwardly calm, still a little agi tated. The manager himself came to the dressing room when _ her "call" time came, and amidst a breathless silence she moved in sight of the audience. A curious murmur of satisfaction and adâ€" miration rose, which swelled into a burst of delighted applause at the end of her first solo. "Yes," she said. â€" "Eve kind and indulgent. 1 a of them," and she moved ward the stage. "It is notâ€" ly tell what it is. But do 1 shall forget all about it on and begin to sing." "Yes, Sylvia; don‘t be alarmed. 1 shall not be taken that way again," and whe set her lips firmly. . mor The night of Sylvia‘s first appearance arrived, and she admitted to Mercy that she was rather nervous. "Something will happen; a very great suceess," said Mercy. "The manager tells me that the house is crammed, and that it is what he calls in capital huâ€" â€"don‘t laugh, Merey; but there, you never laugh! Perh it would be betâ€" ter for me if you d?:!. But I feel as if something were going to happen." Merey smiled at her in her sad, resign ed way. "I don‘t know why," she said with a | little tremulous sigh, as Merey arranged | the simple dress in which Marguerite first appears; "but toâ€"night I feel as it’ â€"don‘t laugh, Merey; but there, you| She stopped as if she did not wish to say any more, and Sylvia, looking round anxiously, could see nothing to alarm her companion. A tall. thin gentleman, with a pale, thoughtful face, had just passed them, but he had not glanced at their carriage, and there was no one else at that moment near. Sylvia stole her hand into Sylvia‘s still trembling one. "Are youâ€"better now, dear Merey*" she asked. "Nothingâ€"nothing." said Merey, eviâ€" dently strugling for composure. "It was only somethingâ€"â€"" For the first two or three days she and Mercy amused themselves in the inâ€" tervals between practice and rehearsal in going _ about the great city, which Mercy seemed to know quite well. They saw most of the famous sights, but Syl. via enjoyed the park, with its throng of beautifully dressed men and women, and was quite unconscious that as she and Merey drove round the ring. in the modâ€" eat hired brougham .that all eyes were bent upon her own beautiful face. One afternoon on their way home, they passâ€" ed down Park lane and South Audley street .and Sylvia, who had turned to Merey to make some remark, was surâ€" rised to see that she had turned deathâ€" ry white, and was trembling. _"Oh, what is the matter, Mercy*" she asked. anxiously. Here she was great London mz startled to find t so young and so ing. be quieter in lo and the courier } fortable rooms in 4nen he walked he could not bear But before he search he arrange jJourney to Englan and foresight, Syi and a wur‘“’ " Hope might have of an empress if ‘There are Sylvia sighed Merey had Then he THE USURPER AESNARiGattitiadiness W 12 T0 bear to hear or sa more. efore he otar%od on {n last * arranged Sylvia‘s and M ‘s to England with his n-ud"e?;-o sight. Sylvia had her own maid urier, and the orphan of Lorn ght have traveled with the state ipress if she had been so mindâ€" had decided that t would er in lodgings than ?ne’u hotel, courier had engaged some comâ€" rooms in Bury street, St. James. ihe was waited upon by the ndon manager, who was rather to find the famous prima donna and so quiet, and so sad lookâ€" a great many beautiful w." said Sylvia. "There ; in the second box on on the right hand side. eautiful creature I have out of the room very one is so am not afraid ed her hand toâ€" â€"~1 can scarceâ€" not mind me. directly 1 go as it At the opera that evening the success of Signorina Stella was assured from the very moment she was welcomed by the crowded house. She sang gracefully. artistically, divinely, and of all who beâ€" held her no ome was more charmed than Audrey Hope. Yet she could not resist a feeling of jealousy when she thought of Sir Jordan‘s hintsâ€"that, for admiration of this operatic beauty, Lorrimore had forgotten her, Audrey. The curtain arose for the last act, and as Sylvia came on Audrey leaned forâ€" ward in an attitude of complete attenâ€" tion, and the eyes of the two women met and seemed to linger on each .other with an exchange of admiration and even Auarey Hope. Yet feeling of jealous; Sir Jordan‘s hints of this operatie 1 forgotten her, Aud The curtain aros as Sylvia came o ward in an attitu tion, and the eys met and seemed t "How fortunate!" murmured Jordan. "I got a box a week ago, intending to go, but I‘m afraid I shall not be able to do so, Pray take it, Lady Marlow." "Oh, butâ€"" began Lady Marlow. "Please do, and if I can look in for half an hour I will do so." Lady Marlow glanced at Audrey in quiringly. Audrey hbad colored and had winced at the sound of the signorina‘s name, but she said calmly enough: "I should very much like to go." Lord Jordan took his leave at ones, but an exultant smile played about his thin lips. If this ninqing girl, whose name was linked with Lord Lorrimore‘s, was as beautiful as was said, Audrey, piqued When they went up for the great jeweli scene Mercy managed, a moment or two before Sylvia went on, to address a question to the famous Mephistopheles who had been singing the praises of Sigâ€" norimna Stella to an excited and enthusâ€" lastic circle of fellwo actors. "Will you tell me the names of those ladies in that second box, please," she | said and jealous, would be in a condition of mind that would induce her to listen to him toâ€"night. & : L "Well, I meant going," said Lady Marâ€" low, "but we haven‘t a box this seaâ€" son, and when I sent down to the office this morning for a seat they sent back word that there wasn‘t one in~the house!‘ more than the curiosity and perbaps ad miration, with which one of a large aud ience regards a player. "ti., yes!" he said. "One is Lady Muriow, the Viscountess Marlow; the other is the charming Miss Audrey Hope." the hopse. "Was there no one else in the box?" asked Merey, "Une or two gentlemen, I think," said Sylvia, indifferently. "But they were at the back in the shadow, and I could not see them. 1 wish you would find out who she is, Mercy. Not that I should know her name, even if I heard it, for I know no oneâ€"no oneâ€"here in England!" my eyes off the younger one; it is such a sweet face! And do you know, Merâ€" c¢y, dear, that I seemed to be singing anc playing at her, and for her alone? She watched me as closely as I watched her. and at first, I mean when I first eame on and raised my eyes to the box, I fancied that she started and looked coldl{ and angrily at me." "Oh, but ti‘:t's impossible, ,Sylvia," said Merey. "It‘s not like you to be so fanciful." Sylvia laughed softly. "No, I deserve that credit, I think. Butâ€"well, I suppose I am fanciful toâ€" night." lady, nrtl’:;;;(;lde‘rvmtl;;n herselfâ€"her mother, I suppose. I could scarcely take one women in Mercy, T 1 dare say, but I have only seen this : distinctly. She is with another nt her a bow and looked across the house toâ€"night," said "Well, dear, granting you were right and that it was he, why should you be so terrified? We are not in the wilds of Australia now, but in London, surroundâ€" ed by friends and police. Why, one has only to raise one‘s voice to collect _ a "I know, I know," said Sylvia; "anm yet the very t.lmufi:1l of him fills me with terror and fore ng. I know that he hates me; why, T cannot even . It was because of me that heâ€"he i‘:ud Jack, and caused his death. Oh, my dear, dear Jack! It has all come back to me toâ€"night, Mercy, and I can see Jack as he fell forwardâ€"â€"*" "«Noâ€"no," said Sylvia, with a shudâ€" der; "I was not mistaken. I remember him too well. You have never seen him, or you would understand how impossible it would be to be mistaken. It was Layâ€" arick." Merey would not leave Sylvia that night, but slept besidé her, holding the girl in a loving embrace, and trying to soothe and‘reassure her. _ At times Sylâ€" via shook and trembled, and at others she cried quietly, for the sight of Lavarick had not only terrified her, but recalled Jack‘s death, so that she was tortured by fear and sorrow at the same time. ‘"My dear, dear ehild!" Mercy whisperâ€" ec¢, lovingly. "Even supposing you were not mistaken, and I think you must haveâ€"â€"â€"" Sylvia was lying back with her hand pressed against her heart, her breath coming painfully, her face white with terror. "Didn‘t you see?" she panted at last. "No, I saw nothing," replied Mercy. ‘"Tell me what it was, dear! Come, Sylâ€" via, this is unlike you! Be calm, dearâ€" "Yes, yes!" she breathed. "Don‘t be frightened! You did not see him?" "See whom? I saw no one I knew; there was a crowd. Who was it, Sylviat" A shudder shook her. "Lavarick!" she whispered. Merey started with surprise. + "Oh, no, dear," she said, soothingly. "That man here in London! It is imâ€" possible; it was your fancy!" "Noâ€"no;it was not fancy," Sylvia reâ€" plied, a tremor in her tones. "I am sure it was Lavarick!" "There must be no chance of drawing back, my timid Audrey!" he muttered. "I knew I should win; but luck has fayâ€" ored me. Whether there is anything in this rumor .of an engagement between the young opera singer and my Lord »Lorrimore, it has served my turn. No, there must be no drawing back!" He drew a long breath,. "I am safe now! With the Hope estates and money I can defy evenâ€"the worst!" In less than an hour the parairagb announcing the envagement of the Rioht Sylvia leaned forward to look out, but fell back again with a cry of terror. "Ah! look!" she exclaimed. Mercy, whose heart had leaped into her mouth at the wail of fear, looked out, but the brougham had moved on, and was going along rapidly. "What is it? What did you see?" she At length they were ready to depart, and they made their way to the stage entrance where the brougham was waitâ€" ing. The manager and two or three of the principal actors were waiting to asâ€" sist the great prima donna to the carâ€" riage, and they stood with uplifted hats as the brougham drove of. The streets were still crowded, and beâ€" fore the carriage had passed the grand entrance it pulled up. 4 "There must have been a tremendous crush," said Mercy. "The people have not all gone yet. She held the bouquet Audrey had drop» ped to her, and she sat in her dressing room while Mercy changed her stage costume for the plain, unobtrusive atâ€" tire of unprofessional life, with the bouâ€" quet still lying before her, and her eyes fixed on it dreamily. There was the usual excitement behind the scenes when a great and extraordinâ€" ary success has been scored, and Sylvia stood the centre of a congratulatory crowd, and received all the kind speeches with her sweet, modest smile. In less than an hour the pamiragb announcing the engagement of the Right Hon. Sir Jordan Lynne, Bart., M. P., and Miss Audrey Hope was in type. _ When Sir Jordan bade her adieu that evening the light of triumph still glowed in his eyes; then they took a keen and calculating expression, and, calling a cab, he told the man to drive him to the ofâ€" fice of a wellâ€"known society paper. She was in a quiver of excitement and emotion; her heart was throbbing with the pain of looking on at the triumph of the beautiful girl who had won Lorriâ€" more from her; she was, in short, just in that condition when a woman turns for consolation to the nearest and most persistent of her lovers, andâ€"she let her hand remain in his! "Nor despise him?" he whispered. "No, you are too noble; but Iâ€"well, I will not speak of my contempt for the man whose constancy is so poor a thingâ€" Audâ€" rey, I at least am constant. Though you send me away from you, my heart will remain with you, and forever. Have you no pity in that gentle heart of yours for me? Audrey, dare 1 hope? Will you not say one word and make me the happiest man in the world*" the happiest man in the world*" As he spoke, his hand glided toward hers, and took it softly and hesitatingly. "How generous youare!" he murmurâ€" ed; "most women would have hated her, but youâ€"â€"" _ __ â€"= "Iâ€"I do not hate her," she said, more to herself than to him, and there was a faint tone of wonder in her voice. Audrey hung her head, her eyes still fixed on the stage where Syivia had just been standing. | Jordan took Audrey‘s cloak from the back of the chair and held it for her, and as he did so he saw that the hands she put up to take it were trembling. Sylvia was startled for a moment, then as the manager picked up the bouâ€" quet and handed it to her, she raised it to her lips, and her eyes to Au®rey‘s face. Sylvia, as she had said to Mercy, playâ€" ed and sang to the beautiful girl in the box above her, and, inspired by the rapt attention and admiration in Audrey‘s eyes, she surpassed herself in the last act, and brought down the curtain to a storm of cheering which was prolonged intil the manager brought her on again. Audrey had leaned forward so far that her arms were resting on the velvet edge of the boy, and as Sylvia passed just beneath her, in front of the curtain, Audrey raised her bouquet and dropped it at Sylvia‘s feet. The vast audience recognized the spontaneity of the action and #pplauded enthusiastically. sympathy, which was singular when one comes to think of it. 189 CHAPTER XIX "Chance shapes our destinies," quoted the Wise Guy. "Then some of us have mighty poor shapes," commented the Simple Mug. I‘d say we suffer and we strive Not less nor more as men than boys, With grizzled beards at fortyâ€"five, As erst at twelve in corduroys, And if, in time of sacred youth, We learn‘d at home to love and pray, Pray heaven that early love and truth May never wholly pass away. And in the world, as in the school, I‘d say how fate may change and ehifi, The prize be sometimes with the fool, The race not always to the swift; The strong may yield, the good may fall, The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessiy down. The play is doneâ€"the curtain drops, Snow falling to the prompter‘s bell; A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task; And, when he‘s laugh‘d and said his say, He shows. as he removes the mask, A face that‘s anything but gay. Goodâ€"night!â€"I‘d say the griefs, the joys, Just hinted in this mimic page, The triumphs and defeats of boys, Are but repeated in our age; I‘d say your woes were not less keen, Your hopes more vain, than those of me Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen At fortvâ€"iiv« played o‘er again. Come wealth or wunt, come good or 1M, Let young and old accept their part, And bow before the awful will, Aund bear it with an bonest heart. Who misses or who wins the prizeâ€" Go, lose or conquer as you can; But it you fail, or if you rise, Be each,. pray God, a gentleman,. William Makepeace Thackeray One word. ere yet the evening ends; Let‘s close it with a parting rhyme, And pledge a hand to all young friends, As fits the Merry Chrinstmas time; On life‘s wide scene you, too,, have parts, That fute ere long shall bid you play; Goodâ€"night! with honest gentle hearts A kindlv greeting go alway! _"My dear child. there are dozens of men and women who have come again," said Merev. "She is here, Mercy!" she exclaimed. "I saw her come in,. and I feel as glad as if she were my sister ;and I am sure I sang better from that mament. _ She looks sadder _ toâ€"night." _ she added, thoughtfully, "and that makes her loveâ€" lier in my eyes. Audrey Hope! What a sweet name it is! Just like herself, How good of her to come again so soon!" The source of all intestinal troubles is the common house fly; his buzz is the first symptom of typhoid. Wilson‘s Fly Pad is the only thing that kills them â€""I know. But it is.true that I feel as if I shall not play half so well toâ€" night because she is absent." However. at the end of the second act ghe came off radiant. She received a tremendous reception, notwithstanding which she was conscious of a vague sense of disappointment, for she had glanced round the boxes, and had seen that the beautiful girl whose face had so affected her on the first night, was not present. _ "It does seem a little too much, cer cainly." ‘assented Mercy. "What an im pressionable girl you are, Sylvia." _ In the course of the morning the manâ€" ager sent to inquire and to inform the signorina that every seat in the house was booked for the following _ night. There also arrived several letters from "gentlemen;" containing pressing invitaâ€" tions to ""a little #nner," at the Star and Garter and anilar places. These Merey, who conducted all Sylvia‘s corresâ€" pondence, placed in the fire, "That lovely girl I fell in love with," she said. "I wish she were here, but I suppose it is too much to expect her to come every night T sing." The next aay Syivia was better, but she still looked pale and _ thoughtful, and it was not until the moment came for her to go on the stage that the artâ€" ist triumphed over the woman, and she shook off the sense of dread that opâ€" pressed her, and recovered her spirits and selfâ€"possession. ‘"She is not here toâ€"night," she said to Merey. "Che* â€" Who. dear?" It was fortunate that the next day was an "off" one for Signorina Stella, for Sylvia was so unnerved _ that she seemed quite incapable of singing, and lay on the couch with her eyes closed: but Merey knew by the restless moveâ€" ment of her hands that she was dwellâ€" ing on the past. _ Lavarick was unlikely to have become a reformed character, and would most certainly commit some crime _ which would bring him into the hands of the palice without any action of Sylvia‘s part. & "Such a man is not likely to stay in any one place for long." said Merey. "He is an outcast and a vagabond. and they always wander and roam about restlessâ€" Iy. Toâ€"morrow, or the next day, he may be off for the other end of the world. Yes; I think with you that it is best to leave him alone," she concluded. as she reflected that, with every desire to punâ€" ish Lavarick, it would be very difficult to do so, and impossible, indeed. withâ€" out bringing up that past, the very memâ€" ory of which tortured poor Sylvia. terfere with him. Perhaps he did not zee me. And yet I felt his evil eye glarâ€" ing at mine as I looked out. No. let him alone, Mercy. Heâ€"he may not have seen me, andâ€"perhaps he will go away, crowd. Lavarick cannot harm you now." leave London. What is he doing here? Something bad and evil, 1 am sure." Merey pressed her close to her heart. "My poor child! _ What shall I do? What can I do?t What can I say to «omfort you?t Shall I speak to anvone in the morning, go to the police, and tell them to watch him*?" # "No, no," replied Svlvia. "Do not in A burst of sobs stâ€"pped her utterance The End of the Play. (To be contipued.) In some districts of Australia horses are shod with leather instead of iron, says Harper‘s Bazar,. This plan is emâ€" loyed only in regions where the ground Fu permanently covered with grass or fine sand, and gives the feet better supâ€" port. _ In a country such as Austraki, where a horseman may experience great difficulty at a critical moment in finding & horseshoe, such an innovation is a useful novelty. With extra shoes, whose weight is a trifie, and which can be fitted without trouble, it is practicable to travel without fear of the horse losâ€" ing its shoe and being injured. Though the latter shoe is more expensive than the iron shoe, the higher price is repaid by the superior advantages, For easy boot cleaning brush the boots free from dust, then with a bit of rag rub a little glycerine well into the leaâ€" ther. Let nearly dry, then rub with a soft brush. If rubbed after wearing with a velvet covered pad or duster they will retain their polish for days and the glyâ€" cerine helps to keep the leather a good color and to make it soft and comfortaâ€" ble to wear. _ One often hears complaints that the boiler rusts and ironmolds the clothes. To prevent this, as soon as the boiler is emptied rub wel lover with soap. This emptied rub well over with sotp. This he’ig to make suds for the next boiling. o keep mice away from pantries and eupboards sprinkle cayenne _ pepper on the shelves. In boxes and wardrobes put lumps of camphor among the elothes, for mice dislike the smell of it. The camâ€" phor must be renewed every now and then, for it evaporates in the air. and hustle; You need all your muscle, for you‘ve got to tussle, Plunge into the fight, Hit to left and to right, And keep crashing and smashing. Don‘t let up your striking Till things Faeet your liking. For God‘s sake stop bawlingâ€" Instead, do some mauling. It makes the world bitter To look at a quitter; Fate scowls when she sees A grownâ€"up on his knees, A man with his health Is a mine jammed with wesh Full of unexplored lodes. Why, the freckledâ€"back toads Have the sense to keep jumpingâ€" And here you are frumping! Come, now, strike your gaitâ€" It isn‘t too late, There‘s no such thing as fate! Drop that fool talk of "luck," Get a grip on your pluck, And buck. Begin To grin And win. â€"Herbert Kaufman in June Everyâ€" body‘s. Worth Knowing. Even when the oven is quite right and the pastry has been made moderately rich, a woman will feel dissatisfied at the appearance of a {;ie, because she misses the rich brown gloss that she has seen on pastry made by practacal cooks. To obtain this gloss she needs a wrinkle. It is produced by egg wash, An egg is beaten up with a little sugar and a small quantity of milk is added. 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I was weak, worn out and scarcely able to drag myâ€" self about. 1 suffered from headâ€" aches and dizziness, my appetite was poor and to attempt housework left me utterly worn out. I slept badly at night and what sleep I got did not refresh me. _ For nearly three years I was in this condition and was constantly taking medicine, but found no benefit from it. One of my neighbors who had used Dr. Wilâ€" liams‘ Pink Pills with much benefit, advised me to try them. I did so, and the whole story is told in the words ‘I am well again.‘ There are times yet when I take the pills for the troubles which so many women suffer." All Women Need the Rich, Red Blood Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills Actually Make. FROM GIRLHOOD TO MIDDLE LIFE Leather Shoes for Horses. ‘"Make Good hardly use their arms. & Rngyâ€"{}meioul_ They wouldn‘t be ’ Bome of the English bishops, with all their dignity, are not above indulging at times in harmless pleasantries. The Bishop of Norwich, for example, has been making some interesting confesâ€" sions at a parochial gathering. "If any ladies here," he said, "want a lesâ€" son in simple cookeryâ€"how to make flapjacks or cook baconâ€"let them come to me ,and I will teach them. It has been said of a certain king that he was fit to be a king "because he had blacked his own boots, and, according to that reasoning, I am more fit to be a bishop than any one here because I have cobâ€" bled my own shoes and mended my own breeches." The bishop made these conâ€" fessions in the course of a lively speech, in wiétch he maintained tztt hapâ€" piness was an internal joy depending upon internal feeling. Some one in the hall suggested that income might have something to do with the matter. The bishop declared in reply that he had lived as poor a life as any of his hearers. _ When a missionary he had known what it was to sleep upon the ground for months at a stretch without even a blanket to lie upon.â€"New York Observer. & munch use around a summer would they? baseball nuoli is over the pitchers can The hot weather months are an anxâ€" ious time for all mothers, but particuâ€" larly for young mothers. They are the most fatal months in the year for babies and young children, because of the great prevalence of stomach and bowel vrouâ€" ples, These come almost without warnâ€" ing, and often before the mothes realizes that there is danger the little one may be beyond aid. _ it is the duty of every mother to use all reasonavle precauâ€" tions to ward off summer complaints. For this purpose no other inegicive can equal Baby‘s Own Tablets, An occasional dose will keep the stomach and bowels free from offending matter, and will ensure the little one good health. If the trouble comes unexpectâ€" edly the Tablets will speedily cure it. Every home, therefore, should keep the Tablets on hand always; they may be the means of saving your child‘s life. They are gauranteed free from opiates and narcotics, and may be given with perfect safety to a new born babe. . Sold by medicine dealers or by mail at 25 Znu a box from the i)r. Wiliiams‘ Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. At present the indications are that the foreign exporting countries will not proâ€" duce more than an average crop of clovâ€" er seed, and the Ontario supply is likely to be short. In some sections of Ontario the clover crop was seriously affected by draught last season, and the amount available this year for seed production may be limited. Much the same condiâ€" tions prevail over a considerable portion of the clover seed producing area of the United States; so that unless the yield from the areas which were not seriously affected by the adverse weather condiâ€" tions last season is exceptionally heavy, a shortage _ of seed for next springs trade is more than probable. The clover huller is the best machine for threshing alsike and red clover, but the ordinary grain separator will do the work fair‘y well, if properly regulated. The grain separator _ will not hull the seed as thoroughly, and in consequence there is more waste of good seed. unless the straw be _ threshed a second time. But the fact that there is no clover hull er available _ should not deter farmers from saving at least sufficient seed for their own use. ANXIOUS MOMENTS | IFOR YOUNG MOTHERS. In view of the conditions cited, the advisability of utilizing every available clean field, or part of field, for clover seed purposes is urged. Alsike and red clover may be harvestâ€" ed with a reaper or a mower. with or without a table attachmert. If no table attachment is used and the clover is well fl,fid. it should be cut and rakâ€" ed wh&: the dew is on, in order to preâ€" vent shelling. P With red clover the best results are obtained by pasturing ar cutting _ the first crop early. This allows a stronger second growth for the sgeed crop and also lessens the danger of damage from the clover seed midge. If the clover is pasâ€" tured. the stock shou‘i be turned off early in the season and the field mowed, in order to cut down the weeds and proâ€" duce an even second growth. As was preqicled a yoar ago, there has been a decided stortage of clover seed this spring. A little crop in burope, the United States and Canada caused the stocks for this spring‘s trade to be abâ€" normailly low, ard this resulted in unusâ€" ually high prices for good seed. No Pluggers, Pearlâ€"It says here that after An English Bisnops Contessions. 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