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, Articles â€" The ®% British Inâ€" ing Germa®y. lay the body. I saw its distortâ€" urderer. IENDSED. ed t e881OT HER NEIGHBOR ORTEH recrow AL A8K1T t Bsb hn te is unchanged ding and the ed as to wheâ€" 4J r him _ and 3 coat sleeve i* rest seenrâ€" ‘r the train. ind got out s heen SUgâ€" Dt not per ir with Br & N1 €SLO e + â€"â€" M#, he Iromw a Noâ€" e sitâ€" & K &D timeg L{t18= n at ope itle run A 4# i\'- sed OW e t he @T 18 M A M= nd 40 ed 3 1t n N 1% [ could see her happy, with (he NHZâ€" band of her choice, I should be almost happy myself. You love her, mother, and 30 do I, but in a different way, 1 think .‘ The November day that brought the bridal pair came swiftly round. The house was all in order ; fires burned in every room; the dinner table was spread and the servants in gala atâ€" tire, were waiting to welcome their young mistress home. The short November afternoon was darkening down into a cold, raw twiâ€" light when the carriage came rattling up the avenue. Tt had been a dull day, threatening snow ; & few flakes had fluttered now through the opaque alr, and the wailing wind was desolation itsaif. In the cold, bleak gloaming the Mrs. Sterling devarted to St. Jude‘s and took up her abode in the bachelor apartments of her son. There came no more letters, and Amy had always been addicted to note scribbling. " But what can you expect," said Mrs. Sterling, with a bitter laugh, " wrapped as . she is in postâ€"nuptial bliss ? The scheme of the universe holds but Mr. Victor Latour just at preâ€" sent. 1t is to be bhoped the illusion will have worn off before her return."‘ ‘‘It is to be hoped the ilusion will never wear off," said John Sterling, gravely, ‘"if the illusion makes hber happier. Don‘t be so bitter, mother ; the poor little girl will pay dearly enâ€" ough for her folly, I dare say. Heaven knows I wish I could save her." tis mother looked at him almost conâ€" temptuously . " i don‘t believe you aver loved her, John â€" Sterling." "That is your mistake, my good mother. 1 love Amy so well, that if I could see her happy, with the husâ€" hand of her choice, I should be almost " Dear Mrs. Sterling," the bride wrote, " my husband thinks newly marâ€" ried people are always better entirely by themselves. 1 sha{l regret your loss but of courss it must be as he says. Nurse Carry is quite competent ; tell ber to take charge, and bavs everyâ€" thing prepared for our arrival. We shall return by the middle of Novemâ€" Latour, if that be your name. I would not have dwelt under the same roof with you for a kingdom. Oh, my poor little Amy! You ars the veriest pupâ€" pet that ever danced helplessly in its master‘s band." C this effusion. " You might bhave spared yourself the trouble of ordering me out, Mr, Victor They were alone in a spacious chamâ€" ber, and these were the first words he had spoken to her. His face looked livid in the gaslight, his eyes were blazâ€" ing like coals of fire. ** Victor t" ! "You must swear, Amy! Never, to your dying day, must you breathe to living mortal the secret Ishall reveal io you now. Herse is a Bible, lay your hand upon it and swear.‘" The spectral black eyes held her with their horrible, irresistible, light. She could no more kave refused than she could have fallen at his feet and died. Bhe laid her band upon the sacred volâ€" ume, and repeated after him a terrible oath of secrecy. The waving trees around Blackwood Grange were arrayed in the sere and yellow leaf long before Mr. and Mrs. Latour returned from their bridal tour,. The shrill winds of October had blown themselves bleakly out in the green glades and leafy arcades around that stately mansion; and the ides of Noâ€" vermber had come when the happy pair returned home. During the two months of her abâ€" sence, Mr. Latour, for the first time in her life, proved herself a badl corresâ€" pondent. She had written but one letâ€" ter and that of the briefest and brusâ€" quest to Mrs. St'erling. It was a poâ€" lite notice to quik. _ > _ Lz " And now listen to the secret of my life." Ten ininutes later, Mr. Latour left the room, hurriedly, ringing the bell as he left. He met a chambermaid on the landing, hastening to answer the summons. He hurried away. The girl looked after him aghast; then opened the chamber door, and entered. _ And there, in a white heap on the carpet, lay the bride in a swoon. There was a secret, then. Even in this supreme moment the old leaven of romance thrilled Amy with a little tremor of romantic delight. She sat down at his feet and listened to the few slowlyâ€"spoken words that be utâ€" tered. * My wife is ill," he said. " You bad better try cold water and sal volatile; 1 am afraid she is going to faint." They reached London that evenins.’ ;::.ig;: and drove to the Grosvenor Hotel. And'gure‘ all through that day‘s journey Victor respl Latour‘s lips had not opened half a g::ll!ll'tl dozen times. Silent, sullen, moody, mysâ€"| fect | terious, he sat wrapped in gloom ; andl its e the light of his weird black eyes made | Ar?y‘ Amy shiver like an aspen leaf. Oh!g,'l’fl;;m: what was this that had come upon him spark on his wedding day ? i pallid "I have something to tell you, Amy. ' terab A secret to tell youâ€"a terrible secret, ff" Â¥ my tbhat you must swear to keep." | «i It was overâ€"Amy was a bri was embracing and congr: Breakfast was eaten ; the wed: was changed for the travel the happy pair were in the and away. tor Latou r: vuead man, with a look in hi that made people recoil in te therw hua was anXÂ¥ Ks L.l.. Mra. Sterling FOR THE THIRD TIME. CcHAPTER vI ~HMAPFIER Vlâ€"(Continued.) came. The fate that had struck George Wildair spared â€" Vicâ€" atour. He was there, pale as a CHAPTER VI . and the ceremdny fient smiled â€" bitterly over | «KC» was a bride. There 1 _ congratulating. ; the wedding dress he traveling suit ; is wild eyes terror ; but carriage |_ "There appears to be method in his madness, at all events," retorted his mother. "He was sane enough to seâ€" | cure for himself the little heiress." i __" The subtle cunning of partial insanâ€" |ity is a very good substitute for a sane man‘s worldly wisdJom. But it is areâ€" | volting subject, motherâ€"let us drop it, [Poor little Amy t" if you liked." Dr. Sterling made no reply. His face wore a look of pain, almost remorse. Poor little Amy! How unhappy she lookâ€" ed! And he had loved her, and might have miads her his happy wife. *"Poor little Amy, indeed | You may thank yourself for it. The game was in your own hands before this man came along. She might have been your wife now, instead of Victor Latour‘s, if vou likad." "He looked like a Cemon !" she burst out to her son. " The light of those fierce black eyes was absolutely horâ€" rible. Good Heavens! I don‘t believe the wretch is buman|!" "He is a bad man," answered Dr. Sterling, ‘"and a mysterious man. There are dark and deadly secrets in his life, { am sure. There is a look in his face that repels me with absolute horror at times. I bhaves doubteiâ€"â€"" then he paused. " Doubted what ?" *It is a terrible suspicion, mother; but I have doubted whether Victor Latour is really sane. There is a wild, unnatural light in those great black eyes of his, on occasions, that never shine in the eyes of a sane man." _ He bowed her blandly eut, as he spoke ; and, wonderful to relate, Mrs. Sterling went without a word. _ She looked up into his face defiantly, but the black eyes bad met hers with so strange a light in their sinister depths that she absolutely quailed before it. " Tell your kind old friend, Amy, that our honeymoon has not yet commenced. As to seecing you alons, tell her you bave no secrets from your husband, nor he from you, and that he really cannot sevarate himself long enough from his charming bride, even for a confidential gossip with Mrs. Sterling." The interview was short and eminâ€" ently unsatisfactory. Strongâ€"minded as Mrs. Sterling was, conversation was imvossible with that frigid face, and those weird dark eyes, staring ber out of countenance behind Amy‘s chair. "* I shall call and see you again, Amy," she said, pointedly, as she arose to go, " when the honey moon ends, and there is a prospect of my being able to see you alone." Amy looked at her with a startled face, but Mr. Latour answered for her with a short, mocking laugh. The pale face and scared blue eyes of the little bride lit eagerly up, for the first time, at sight of her old friends. She sprang up to meet them with a low cry, but a hand fell lightly on her shoulder from behind. Its touch was light as down, but a mailed grasp could not have checked her quicker. " My dear Amy," the soft voice of Victour Latour murmured;" pray don‘t excite yourself ; he calm! You are glad to see Mrs. Sterling. no doubt. Tell her so by all means; but don‘t make a scene." ber. Call when they might, the ladies of St. Jude could never find her alone. Near her, bending over her chair, the dark, handsome face, and fathomless black eyes of Victor Latour shone, freezing every attem;t at confidential conversation. He was serupulously poâ€" o o e e n e e e eentg Em lite, but these ladies went away wit.h no courteous request to repeat their calls. And Amy sat like a white autâ€" omaton, and talked in monosyllables; she, who had been the most inveterâ€" ate of chatterâ€"boxes, now looked up at her husbhand with the wild, wide eyes of a frightened child. The black eyes looked down into the blue eyes, and the bride cowered before the bridegroom, as a whinped hound before its master. She held out her hand to ber old friends, with a few vyery coldlyâ€"murmured words of greetâ€" ing. The numerous friends of Miss Amy Earle began at once to call upon Mrs. Latour. Mrs. Latour received them in her spacious parioutrs, exquisitely dressâ€" ed ; and Mr. Latour was thero to assist _ Mrs. Sterling and ber son were amâ€" ong Mrs. Latour‘s callers. The lady was too strong minded and too fond of her charge to be frightened away by the bridegroom‘s black looks. "I‘ll go there now, and I‘ll go again and again, and still again," she said grimly. "I don‘t think Mr. Victor Laâ€" tour will oven the door and order me out, and nothing less shall affront me. I‘m not going to give up my poor litâ€" tle girl altogether, to be eaten alive by this blackâ€"eyed ghoul." Dr. John looked at the altered face of the girl he had loved ; then at the dark, impenetrable face of the man Ceside her, and his heart hardened. "He is a greater villain than even [ gave him credit for," he said. " He begins the work of breaking ber beart betimes. I would have spared him for her sake if I saw he made her haopy ; now I will hunt him down as I would a dog." not whiter nor colder than her face. Those gay, smiling blue eyes, once 89 sparkling and starry, looked out of that pallid face with a fixed look of unutâ€" terable fear; she stood before them the wan shadow of the radiant little Amy of ten months ago. ied _ "* She has awakened," said Mrs. Sterâ€" ling, with a momentary thrill of spirâ€" it, notwithstanding hber compassion. ‘" The delusion is over ; her idol of gold ha_{ turned out potter‘s clay." _ _ Bigg. 70 0o Oe emney qi en en CC oc bride walked up the aisle the CYAOâ€" sure of scores of eyes. Mrs. Latour shone resplendent in all the glory of London millinery ; her dress was exquisite, her mantle a miracle, her bonnet & POTâ€" fect love, butâ€"St. Jude stared with all its eyes. What was the matter with Amy ? The Christmas snowâ€"drifts were he Thers was a round of dinner parties An IHIlâ€"Gnuarded speech bed Or to the Operator‘s Foriane. |_It isn‘t easy to tell when Fate means well by a man. Some of her apparentâ€" ly hardest knocks are all for the vicâ€" tim‘s good. A crushing piece of misâ€" fortune may be the means oi spurring the crushed one to more ambitious efâ€" forts. It did no in one case to a cerâ€" | trinty. _ _He was a telegraph operator, and a good one, but be wasn‘t in favor with | the chief. In fact, the chief didn‘t posâ€" ‘sess many friends among the boys. He | was disposed to be sharp and quick with | them and telegraph operators are a | sensitive lot. idler since he was a boy. He felt a little dazed. Then he resolved on a bold stroke. He would go straight to anâ€" other city. That night he was on his way. Withâ€" in a week he had secured an excellent sgituation. Toâ€"day‘ hbe commands a salâ€" ary of at least $6000. "And I ows it all,â€" be said, not long ago to a friend, " to the fact that 1 fired myself out of the old operator‘a There was & vacant room that hadâ€" n‘t been occupied for a long time and the chief ons day took possession of it as a sort of private office. The operâ€" ator whose story we are telling didn‘t know about his change, and that very day when he bhappenedi to be in the washroom with one of the boys he openâ€" ed up on the chief in a particularly savage fashion. The washroom was sepâ€" araied by the thinnest kind of partiâ€" tion and every word could be heard dislinctly on the other side. The opâ€" erator dipped his face over the washâ€" basin and as he sputtered and svlashâ€" ed he blessed the chief in a shockingly leftâ€"handed way. The man with him tried to stop the tirade, but he couldâ€" a‘t catch his eye, nor could he get near enough to him in time to shaks him. Finally the other man exhausted himself and turned around with a towâ€" el in his hands. Then he saw the look of horror on his companion‘s face. He knrnew that he was doomed. As he stepped from tha washroom with a jaunty air he met the chief. "I suppose," said the latter, " you aro ready to express your personal opinions in public as well as behind your victim‘s back ?" Te .1 a "I am," he said, smilingly, " and I can add a little to what I have already said." And with that he expressed his opinion of the chief in still more vigâ€" orous language, took his hat and stalkâ€" breadth ‘"He plays the tyrant well!" said Mrs. Sterling, bitterly. " And you _ the _ submissive _ slave. . Oh, Amy â€" Earle pluck up a litâ€" tle spiritâ€"defy him! Don‘t let him trample you under his feet." ____ _ ‘‘*Gonge to meet the captains at the Citadel ; I mean to dine at Major Malâ€" loy‘s ; and 1 took advantage of his abâ€" sence and stole out. 1 have but a moâ€" ment to stay ; I don‘t wish him to disâ€" cover this visit." Christmas came, and the New Year came, with their festivities. It was Christmas eve, and Mrs. Sterling sat alone in her little parlor, waiting for her son. Outside the son fell thick and fast ,and the winter wind wailed. Inâ€" side, firelight and lamplight and a bright little supper table, made a ‘;h&rming picture of homeâ€"like comâ€" ort. But it was not John. A little figure, muftlefi up from the storm, glided in. It threw back the hood of its cloak, and Mrs. Sierling dropped into a chair, with a shriek, o " Amy I" ‘" Yes, Amy; but so unlike herself, so like a spirit, that for an instant the mairon recoiled. "Have I frightened you?" said the sweet voice, " You did not expect a visit from me, did you? But it is so long, oh! so long, since 1 saw you, that I could not resist the temptation."‘ said Mrs. Sterling, and rising, she 0; ed the door. "And Mr. Latour?" Mrs. Sterling gasped, " where is he ?" 4 "Too lates! too late! _ too late !" cried Amy, wringing her hands. _ "I bhave sworn, and i dare not break my oath. His wife? I am no wife! Oh! what am I saying! 1 must go, Mrs. Sterling. I shall betray myself. _ I have seen you for a momentâ€"that is all I wanted. Goodâ€"by! . Goodâ€" by!l! _â€"" Amy! Amy! for Heaven‘s sake, come back! _ Youw will perish in the storml!" & chronic headache, and could see no one; and absolutely froze the blood in her veins with the glare of his black eyesâ€"and, cowed and conquered, Mrs. Sterling left, to call no more. _ "Amy, for Heaven‘s sake, tell melâ€" What is the secret of this man‘s powâ€" er over you? Something more than a wile‘s fear of a cruel husband.; Tell me; it is not too late to save you yet." Amy covered her face with both bands, and burst out crying convulsâ€" ively. ts gt Te "You don‘t know! You _ don‘t know! And L dare not tell you! Oh, Mrs. Sterling, (wish I were dea(}l“ But there was no reply. The little figure bad fluttered away into the chill blast, and there was nothing to be seen but the black night and the ;!eznseless snow that was falling, fallâ€" ng. Dr. Sterling and his mother often met Mr. and Mrs. Latour in so:ietyâ€"Ml," L_a‘tour always dark, cold, politely friâ€" g14, and impenetrable, as if that handâ€" some face of his were an iron mask ; and Mrs. Latour alw ays the same pale, scared, cilent shalow. And last of all there was a grand party at Blackwqo:l Grange, to wind up these entertainâ€" menisâ€"a very superb affair, indeed ; and, after that, society saw little of the newly married couple. Further inâ€" vitations they declinedâ€"Mrs. Latour‘s health, Mr. Latour said, precluded the possibility of gay society. _ _ _ 4 _She rushed from; the room like one insane. Mrs. Sterling followed in a panic of fright. _ +* E F given in honour of the bridal pair and eb aennee on Peee ts 3 s December came with high winds and snow, and Amy ceased to appear even at church. Mrs. Sterling grew seriousâ€" ly uneasy, and rode over to Blackwood Mr. Latour met her in the ball, and told her his wife was suffering from The operator never wavered a hair‘s It was the first time ha had been an The door bell rang. "John at last," LUCK IN DISGUISE. To hbe Continued ] Now a threshing is just about the Jmost important work transacted on a farm in a year. When a farmer gets his grain all nicely garnered in his big barn he naturally wants to know how | many bushels of wheat, etc., be is goâ€" l ing to have for his summer‘s work, and he also wants to be in a position to |take prompt advantage of any high |Drices of grain which may be going shortly after harvesting. So he makes [ arrangement with the proprietor of a | threshing machine to give him a couple }ol days and turn his sheaves of grain linto a marketable commodity. Now a threshing machine is, or was a few years ago, seldom owned by a single proprietor. _ Two or more brothers are frequently joint owners, or someâ€" . times there is a partnership of others | than kindred. And it is easily the | bardest life in the world while it lasts. iOnly a man who has stood the dust | and heat and exertion of a hard day‘s threshing can really know how hard lthe work is. Mow the Old Morse â€" Power Machine Worked â€" Toll in a Dustâ€"Ladep Atmosâ€" phere from 6.30 a.im. ‘ The oldâ€"time horse power threshIng machine was doomed from the day when a smokestack was invented which | prevented sparks from finding their way from the fire box to thhe straw stack. Some " horse powers" may still be found, but for the most part they have been displaced and the steam whistle governs the hours of starting and quitting work at fall threshings. ‘ The day before a threshing is an imâ€" poriant one in fthne Lousehold of a farmer. The women know by pasi exâ€" perience what ®Pppetites are possessed | by those whoare angaged in threshing | and enough food is cooked and otherâ€" wise prepared to feed asmall army. A sheep is nearly always killed the day before, and roast mutton is a favourâ€" ite and much appreciated dish with , hungry threshers. Pies, too, are made by the dozen, and plates, knives, ‘and forks and other table ware are | borrowed from near neighbors to acâ€" ‘commodate the expected helpers. The night before, also, the threshing maâ€" chine is driven into the barnyard and fixed in place on the barn floor. Out in the yard the old " horseâ€"power" was set up and connected by an iron rod with the machine insids. Heavy posts were driven down to keep the "horseâ€" power" in place, and all was in readiâ€" ness for the morrow. READY FOR THE START. They are placed in the mow at convenâ€" ient distances from aach other so that they may readily pass along the heavy sheaves. The man in the mow who stands just above the machine drops sheaf after sheaf down upon the feed board, where was stationed the band cutter. In the old days binder twine was not known and sheaves were bound with straw bands madje on the harvest field. As each sheaf then was dropâ€"| ped upon the board the band was cut with one stroke of a sharp knife and the loosened mass passed on to the , feeder who stood just in front of the | feed box and whiriing cylinder. Once ; the horse power outs‘de began to reâ€" volve this cylinder, which was full of aspiked teeth bbgan to revolve at a great velocity, and when the sheaves were fed to it a roar was set up which vuuldi be heard a quarter of a mile away. ; As the sheaves with their cut hands were fed to the vorazmious maw of the threshing machine, a little spout at An early start is always made in threshings. At halfâ€"past six or a quarter to seven o‘clock, the driver of the horse power took his stand upon the platform, the teams all having been hitched to the poles, and with a crack of his whip and a prolonged whistle, started the machine going. The driver of an oldâ€"time horse power was always looked up to in country districts, The amount of threshing done in a day depended largely upon his skill in handling the teams, and his whistle was always the sameâ€"whee ooâ€"0ooâ€"wheetâ€"and _was always folâ€" lowed by a crack of his whip. Someâ€" times he ahd a cha‘ir to sit upon, more times he had a chair to sit upon, more often an old box, and he always chewed tobacco, and could swear like a troopâ€" er. He used to bo the admiration of all the small boys at tha threshing. Imaginse then a mow packed full of heavy sheaves rising high on either side of the red painted threshing maâ€" chine. In this mow stands three or four sturdy sunâ€"burned country youths or men with pitchfork in hand turned around also and caused the rod to revolve which connected the horse power with the threshing machine inâ€" side the barn. This was the motive powâ€" er which caused the machine to work, and which has recently been superâ€" seded by steam power. The threshing machine itself was usually placed crossâ€" wise of tne barn floor between the two main doors. The power rod came in through onp of these, and the " carriâ€" ers‘"‘ of the machine took the straw out through the other and deposited it in the yard, where it was buiit into a stack. The horse power itself was something like a circular platform, capable of beâ€" ing turned around upon a massive framework â€" beneath. At â€" intervals there projected from it long polesâ€" some half dozen in numberâ€"to which the teams were attached. Upon these teams being driven around in a circle SCENES AND INCIDENTS AT A COUNTRY THKESHING. at threshings. Apart from the proâ€" prietors of the machine, and the ordinâ€" ary farm help, eight or ten men are required, and these are supplied from the neighbors‘ round, who receive help in turn when their own threshings come off. Bill Smith sends over his two boys to help Bill Jones thresh, and when the Bill Smith threshing comes â€"off a couple of Jones‘ boys are al .ays found in the mow to pay oif the obligation, PLENTY OF WORK ANDFUN It is an unwritten law amon ers that they will HELP EACH OTHER THE WHOLE PLATFORM unwritten law among farmâ€" ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO Lumber, Shingles and Lath always In Stoclk. And so all day longz at a threshing the horse power turned round, the sheaves fell from the mow and were fed into the machine, which turned them into grain and straw and chaff. Taking away chaff was considered a good job for a small boy or an old man, as the work was light. Long beâ€" fore noon the whole barn would be full of dust, and when the dinner horn sounded the faces of all the men would be black with grain smut. At a threshing for hour on hour the only air breathed is lajen with fine particles of chaff, and the very lungs of the men are filled with it. They come out laughing and " jollying" each other about being " hushed," all the while coughing up saliva that is black with the dust which they have inhaled. They wash their grimed faces and hands in tin basins filled from rain water barrels, and maybe they don‘t do justice to the dinner provided for them! Usually some girls from neighâ€" bouring farm houses come over to help in serving the table, and the young men baniter each other about these or other girls. But it is all good nature at a threshing, good nature and the bardest kind of bard work. When the threshing is over the farmer is in a position to sell his grain, pay off his belp, and count the profits for the season. "He is a great comfort to us," reâ€" plied the mother, stroking the child‘s long curls. "Yes, I should think so!l He is not pretty, is het His bair is so beautiâ€" ful now, that at the first glance one would call him pretty. But if _ you imagine how he will look when those golden curis are cut off, you will see that he will be a very plain child." i > ig ANQ CFeSsing @rliCies Ol supshi0f quaie kind by the Theory" that in some oraâ€" ; itÂ¥. [ The abumen Tinds a ready marâ€" niums there is depression where a ‘ Ket io England, France, and Germany bump of tactfulness ought to be, How. | for 4yes for the best cotton goods ever that may he, a certa‘in kind of | dncA â€"memmas nempe tact may be cultivated. It is the best | kind. for it is the exemplification of | A LOUD KND. the docta‘ne that | Perkasieâ€"Whut do you think of the Politeness is to do and say | timbre in Hyjee‘s voice? The kindest things in the kindest way | Mullinsâ€"From the way he barks & He whose tact or poliiten»ss isof the should thiak it was dogwood. THINGS PEOGPLE SAY, Perhaps nothing else in society asâ€" tonishes one so much as the things peoâ€" ple say. Not the clever speeches or cruel speeches, not the complimentary remarks or improper remarks, astonâ€" ish us, but the tactless speeches, the speeches that have no excuse for leâ€" ing, never cease to impress us by their frequency and by theirâ€"let us hope â€"wupintentional rudeness. Said another woman to an acquainâ€" tance: "Mrs. Aâ€"â€", I hope you will pardon me for saying that I think I never saw & more beautiful piece of lace than the flounce on the gown that you wore to the Assembly ball last week. I said to my hushand aiâ€" terwards that if Mr. Aâ€"â€" should again fail and lose everything as he bhas done once or twice already, you could sell that lace and easily get a big price for it." get a big price for it." The same woman, while making a visit of several weeks, said to her ho tess as the time of ger departure drew near: "I always think thit the nisest thing about making a visit is the reâ€" turn to one‘s own home. One‘s famâ€" ily are always so glad to see one, and there is always great luxury to me in getting back to my own house, where I can do what I please, say what I please, and order whatever I want to eat." "What a dear little fellow that is!" said a caller to a mother of a threeâ€" yearâ€"old. â€"sull} o o Having Completed our New Factory we are now prepared to FILL ALL ORDERS PROMPTLY. We keep in Stock a large quantity of Sash, Doors, Mouldings, Flooring and the differâ€" ent Kinds of Dressed Lumber for outside sheeting. Our Stook of DRY LUMRE is very Large so that all orders can be filled. THE HARDEST JOB around a threshing machine is at the bhead of the carriers. The men in the first mow have a hard time, as the sheaves are heavy and hard to get out, but for downright toil, the man at the head of the carriers gets by far the worst of a threshing. In the first place the carriers keep piling straw in front of him in a neverâ€"ceasing stream and in the second place he works in an atmosphere of dust and chaff from morning to night. He moves along the slraw to the man who stands next to him, and then it finds its way through many bhands to the second mow or the stack. Building a stack in a yard is a rice job for a man who understands his work, but it is not an easy trick to build it symmetrically and properâ€" ly, and requires both skill and experiâ€" ence. the side began to emit the griin which had been separatei from the straw in going through the machine. A man with two halfâ€"bushel measures took away this grain, carrying one measure while the other was filling and keeping tally with a psese of chalÂ¥ on a board. His job was supposed to be an easy one. After the grain has been serarated the straw goes up the carriers of the threshing machine and falls upen a plaiform, whence it is passed along into another mow, unless it is the inâ€" tention to build a stack in the yard, But, whatever is the intention, bash and Door Factory. XN._ G. &J. McKECHNIE. Fifty Thousand Broken Every Day in an Albumen Factory. Near Chingkiang, China, is a greai alâ€" bumen factory, for the utilization of the duck eggs which arse produced in that region in enormous quanlities, flocks of 4,000 and 5,000 jucks baing by rno means uncommon. The eggs acre broken at the rate of from 40,000 to 80,â€" 000 per day by women, who separate the white from the yolk, the former being carefully cleaned and dried unâ€" til they resemble fishâ€"glue, when they are packed in 400â€"pound cases iined with zinec. . The yolkas are â€" passed through sieves into twentyâ€"five gallon recepiacles, mixed with a salt and hborâ€" ax solution, packed in 500â€"pound barâ€" rels, and used in Europe for preparing and dressing articles of superior qualâ€" ity, The albumen finds a ready marâ€" ket in England, France, and Germany for dyes for the hest coltton goods "The people didn‘t know what _ to mauake of it first; they kind o‘ thought it was part of the show, though they acted as though they thought it was a pretty skeery part; but in about five seconds they realized what it was, and then they thought they‘d bad their money‘s worth, and they wanted to go; and they did go, dropping down from the backs of the seats, and down through the seats, and getting out any way they could; and leaving the Mg giraffe there ‘rastling with the anaâ€" conda and thrashing it around and slatting it down, and making every effort to shake it off, but without any effect. ‘"‘Then‘s where the old _ man come in, as be always did in any real emerâ€" gency. He was walking around the ring, now back of the giraffe and alongside of him, and keeying as close to him as he could, and waiting for a chance. _ Presently the giraffe, slashâ€" ing the great snake around in the air in all directions, doubled it around the centre pole. It just happened so, but that was the old man‘s chance. When the anaconda‘s tail swung around be seized it, and fourteen other men tallied on in less than that number of seconds. A canvasman came out with an axe. "‘Chop!‘ says the old man, and ons blow on th«e bend of the big serpent where he went around the centre pole was enough. And that‘s the way we lost the lig anaconda; but as compared with giraffes, anacondas were cheap; and we were glad to get out of it as well as we did." "Frightened? Well, now! The show was going onâ€"just started for the afâ€" ternoon performance. The clown was walking around the ring cracking his whip, when in rushed the giraffe, swayâ€" ing his long neck and cracking his whip, the lash made of fifteen feet of anaconda, which the girafie lashed around in the air and _ slatted _ up against the canvas roof and slammed down on the, ground, jumjing around itself mad. 1‘d i»en in the show busiâ€" ness some time, but 1‘d never seen anyâ€" thing like that. "This was at the time when we had the great eighteenâ€"foot giraffe that I‘ve told you about and, by a very singuâ€" lar coincidence, this anaconda was just the same lengthâ€"just eighteen feet long. It got, out of its cage one day, how nobody ever knew, and strolled over to where the giraffe was lying, outside the big tent, asleep on the ground. What under the canopy could have possessed the anacorda to collar the giraffe, 1 don‘t know, unless it was because it was the first living thing it came across; but it began coilâ€" ing itsel{ around the giraffe‘s head: it had taken two turns, I guess, wher the giraffe woke up. TOLD BY THE OLD CIRCUS MAN. The Circums:ances Attending the Loss of a Large Anaconda. "We lost a hbig anaconda once," said the old cireus man, "in the most singuâ€" lar manner you ever heard of; _ you couldn‘t guess how if you should guess for forty years." kind that considers other people, that fears to wound, that strives to soothe, that is selfless, will not readily say*> the "things that would better hba been left unsaid." They will be /, possible to him. \ USE OF DUCK EGGS.