:0 CHAPTER XU. MOOKNE'8 threat ; healed alowly, but she would have no physician to attend to It. She wa3 suspicious of 'loo ters she said. They made a living by the deaths of other people. Out she made her injury an excuse for keep ing her room. Abaju a week after the affair with the dilfe, Ralph was lying one night. nwak-vin hla chamber, the door of whlrhyjie had left a little rjJar fer air. For tome reason he could not sleep. At laiJt'Tie heard a slight rustling sound In theftnesage, ami directly ho'thought he hrrjh) the belt of tho hail door with draws^ dHt sprang up Instantly, and, putting on hla boots—for ho had not undressed—went r.oiiieieaaiv down stain .if,and out of tho [leer, which, as he hr.ff'oxpectod, he found unfastened. I hs night was obscure, the faint new mean hidden In clouds. But the low murtc.jjr* of voices drew him on, and Jest'd inn foot of the garden lie saw dlrtiso^v two figures, standing close togelhoiy He crept up near them, and had no difficulty In recognizing his wife—and he was nearly sure that the other the mysterious stranger with whom he had once before discovered her. * Tho hi an turned his face toward tho moon, apd there was light enough to shew Ralph that his complexion was dark, h'ls features Irregular, and hl3 chin kcfcvlly bearded. And as lie lifted fit up irs right hand to enforce something i? - he jvns saying, the keen observer also saw that the third and fourth fingers were missing. “It is^of nt» use to beat about the bush. Mi's. Trenhoime," the man was 5 saying; "no use. whatever. 1 hav& told you my requirements--” 'i “Hush!”’ she said, fearfully, looking around her. “I am watched contlnu « ally. YjP cannot talk here." ? . “Wells then wo will row out to the Rovcr’g-Roef. It will be pleasanter on - the water and I have a great deal to say to you. But you must kiss mo before wo atari.” p: Ijnqgeno drew back with a gesture of contempt, but the man put a strong arm around her and held her to his sido. She looked at him a moment, then lightly totjihed his cheek with her Ups (\ and e*ld hoarsely: "Let us go. I am In the mood to he u on the water. It 1b Just dark and gloomy enough." ‘ ’ He led her down the rocky path to a - little'cove where a strange boat, prob ^ ably the one in which he had reached ; the Rock, lay moored. She stepped In i, without hesitation, and he pushed off. .* Some terrible purpose had flashed In to life in the brain of Ralph Trenholme. He dashed down the rocks after them, unloosened his own boat and, by a cir cuitous route, made off to the Rover’3 Reef. The low line of-roeks which bore [ this name formed at ebb tide a barren island, about two miles from the shore, but at high water the waves swept It completely. -'v Ralph bent every energy to the work before him, and reached the reef some fifteen minutes before those for whom f he yalted. They came on shore, and the man made fast the boat. They Bat down ‘ ' just, a* little In the shadow of some rag ;;U; ged rocks lying betweeu them and the little Indenture in the rock where they had moored their boat, and began to ft; (psy \ ft.. , m |V converse logemer in low, earnest tones. But. Ralph did not care to listen. He had not come to pry into secrets. He had come for revenge. This woman whom he had married had dishonored him— that was enough. All mercy Tor her died out ’:in his iieart. He unloosed his own boat and took the other in tow, and al lowed himself to drirt with the tide, which was Just beginning to set land ward., The moment he was out of hear ing of those on the Reef he bent to the oars and in a little while the boats were beached and he was climbing the steep path to the house. <• And In an hour the Rover's Reef would bo ten feet under water. Hfe throw oft bis hat and sat down on the ipiazss. The air blew in from the ft: m*y. sea. fresh and cold. He heard the rush of ths-lncoming tide. Something in the soun^ made him shiver. He put his hand heart as If the motion might sty*, ttsiwild throbbings. And in doing so, fc fijt the little tress of hair—the blood-stained, golden tress that he had cut frofe the head of Marina, the night they, bad buried her. The simple touch thrived him with a new sensation. It brought before him the sweet, pitiful blue -eyta that were closed uuder the summed daisies and the winter snows. Goodhlavens! what was he better than a nflirderer ? He sprang up in wild haste, and dashed down the cliffs to the boats. With a skillful hand he launched the Sfsa Foam, and though the tide beat him hack almost as fast as his strength pasi^td»^orlW',• he did not hesitate. It - W> was better to perish on the rocks striv ing to save the he had put in jeop ardy than it was to live—a murderer! The rush of the tide was fierce and strong, but Ralph Trenholme was des perate. He knew well the fearful risk he ran, but he did not flinch from fac ing the danger. He bent every muscle and sinew to the work. The boat la bored on over the billows, the surf breaking over her at almost every uirch. Ralph was drenched to the skin. Hover's Reef had never seemed half so far away. Ages had elapsed, it ap peared to him, since he left the harbor. At last he neared the spot. He heard the swirling roar of the waves over the sunken rocks—saw before him the foam-white breakers, as they dashed wildly upward—saw, and heard with a blank and terrible despair at heart— for the Reef was entirely under water! “Great God!" he cried, aloud; “I have murdered them!” And dropping the oars he foil upon his face in the bottom of the boat, and drifted at the mercy of the tide. It bore him rapidly down the shore, but, he did not notice whither he was going—the terrible weight of the thing ho had done crushed him utterly. A sudden shock aroused him. The boat had stranded on a sandy shore. He crept from the debris and gazed around; flo recognized the place at once. It was near Hlghpoint, a place of consider able shipping interest, about twenty miles from Portlea. The line of East Ir.diamen terminated here, and even thou at the wharf a ship was lying hound for the dis tant islands of the East. A strong temptation came over Ralph to flee his country—to leave behind him every thing he feared; to go away and let the fearful events of the past night remain to him a fearful doubt. His boat would be found, and his friends would believe him drowned, and no living being could ever know how guilty he had been! How guilty! Mad he been guilty? He thought it over calmly. It had not been premeditated. He had never fnr n mn merit Indulged In the thought of taking this kind of revenge, until just as he saw the pair push off in their boat. He had been mad then! Nothing short of insanity could have prompted him to l lie fearful act. And after all, what had he done? Nothing overt. He had simply removed a boat from the Hov er's Reef to the shore. True, but he knew when he did it that for the want 3f that boat two fellow-creatures must 50 down into the cruel depths of the sea, lor nothing could save them! Yes, he was guilty; fearfully so—this man who had dared to take God’s vengeance out if his all-wise hands* who had cast iff his only sister because she tried to save the life of Lynde Graham—he, even he, was, in Iho eye or the law, a murderer! There was one thing that he wanted to do, but something stronger than even Ids will held him back. He wanted to ?o before a magistrate and confess the whole and then let them do with him is they saw fit. But anything like this would Involve the dishonor and name if his wife!—If a part was told, It must ill be told, and he could not bear the terrible scandal! It would be more dreadful than even the recognition of ills own guilt. He turned toward the outward bound vessel. His decision was nearly taken. \ feather wduld have turned the scales sither way. And it was turned sudden ly. “Hello, Trenholme!” called a rough voice, which he recognized as that of John Cooper, an old man who lived a little way from the Rock. “It’s a nice morning, ain’t it? Going back today? If you be, I'll take you right up in the Sally Ann.” Fate had decided. He was to go back. It would be useless to leave the coun try now, for honest John would tell all the neighbors near and far, that lie had spoken to Squire Trenholme at High port. So he replied, quietly enough: "Yes. I am going back. Thank you. IM1 hit nf a phanen Jr» fVm Cv.11.. for my boat has got stove, atul if not, it’s a long row to Portlea." So • an hour after he stood on the deck of the fishing schooner, the Sally A >n, and they were away for Portlea. CHAPTER XIII. VST as Ralph sprang from the wharf he heard a great shout, and glancing up the road he saw a pair of frantic horses attached to a light carriage dashing wildly down toward the sea. The coach man still clung to the box, but he had lost all control over the animals, and had much ado to keep himself from being thrown over. With Ralph, to think was to act. He flung himself before the mad brutes, and seiz ing the near horse by the bit, was borne along with them. With one hand he drew his knife from his pocket, opened it with his teeth, and reaching over, he cut the harness from the off horse, and touching him with the point of his knife, the beast gave a mad snort and cleared himself from the carriage. His strength soon sufficed to stop the other horse, and delivering him up to the care of half a dozen men who had rushed out from their houses upon the scene. hr opened (ho dcor of the car riage. But at sight of what it con tained he grew pale as marble, and leaned against the vehicle for support. No wonder he was agitated, for lying white and still upon the velvet cushions, her long gohlcn locks streaming over her shoulders, was the exact counter part of ills lost Marina. The features the same repose of the face, the scarlet lips, the soft hair, even the delicate, sheil-Hko ears were the same. “Good Heaven!” he cried, "am I awake or dreaming? Marina, Marina, speak to me!” “Is she safe? Is Genevieve safe?” cried a strange gentleman, hastening up. “Tell me, sir. if she is injured?” Ralph turned toward him. The sound of a voice recalled him to him self. "I do not think she is hurt. She must have fainted.” “Thank Heaven!” cried the stranger, as he lifted the lady out In his arms. “She breathes! Ah, she opens her eyes. Genie, my darling, are you hurt” She lifted her great violet eyes to his anxious countenance and smiled. The smile made her so much like Marina that Ralph could hardly persuade him self that the dead had not come back to life. “No, Guy, I am not injured, I think. Rut fright made me do a very foolish thing, you gentlemen will think. In deed, I am not in the habit of swoon ing.” "You certainly had sufficient cause,” Ralph said, bowing; then to the gentle man, "Will you not allow me to offer you the hospitality of my house to your wife, until you can get a conveyance? Trenholme is very near, just behind the trees, and I presume you came from the village'’” “We did, sir. We are stopping at the ] Reef House. I thank you for your cour tesy, but at present we will not accept It. That is, If Genevieve feels able to walk the half-mile between u3 and the hotel. Do you, dear?” "Certainly. I would not be a true Englishwoman if I could not,” she an swered, with a bewitching smile. The gentleman explained. “We are English. We arrived at Portlea two days ago in the Clifton. My name is Guy St. Cyril, and this is my sister, Genevieve.” Trenholme removed his hat. “I am happy to make your acquaint ance,” he said, “but allow me to tell you that I am Ralph Trenholme, of the old house yonder on the rocks.” St. Cyril bowed. “Will von walk with hr tn tho hntnl* I have a fancy for becoming better ac quainted with you.” Ralph willingly acquiesced, for he wanted to gain time, and he hoped cour age, before he should again face the wondering family at the Rock. For by this time they must have missed Imo gone and himself, as well a3 the Sea Foam. In spite of all the dread he felt with in, Ralph Trenholme could not keep his eyos'from the beautiful face of Miss St. Cyril Her brother noticed the absorb ing gaze. "Does my sister remind you of any one you have met?” he asked, a little curiously. Ralph started, conscious of, and ashamed of his rudeness. “Pardon me, sir, I have been unpar donably rude. But I think Miss St. Cy ril will forgive me when I tell her that she 1b the exact image of the young girl I was once engaged to marry, and who was snatched from me on the day that was to have made her mine.” Miss St. Cyril’s face sympathized with his unwonted emotion. “Did she die?” she asked softly. "Yes, she did. She was murdered.” The girl shuddered and grew pale. “It is a sad story,” said Ralph, hoarse ly. "I seldom speak of it, but I think I would like to tell It to you. You are so like her.” ;to hb CONTINUED.) WHOLE WHEAT BREAD. A lleclpe Thai Has Been Trletl and Found Hood. A tested recipe for whole wheat bread which we are glad to note is be coming a part of the diet of every well nourished family, consists of one pint of boiling water poured into a pint of milk. Cool the liquid and when luke warm add one cako of compressed yeast dissolved in half a cupful of warm water. Add a teasnoonful of salt, and | enough whole wheat to make to batter I that will drop easily from a spoon. | Beat thoroughly five minutes, cover, | and stand In a place that is moderately warm for three hours. Enough whole wheat to make a dough should then be added gradually. When stiff,- knead on your board until the mass is soft and elastic, but not sticky. Make the dough into loaves, put In greased bread-pans, and after covering stand aside one hour. The time for baking will depend on the size of the loaves. If long French loaves, bake thirty minutes in a quick oven. If large square loaves, bake one hour at a moderate heat. When crusty bread is liked the dough may be made in. sticks and baked in pans made for that special purpose. Another tested recipe that requires less handling and that is used by Miss Johnson is made In the following way: Scald one cupful of milk, add a tea- ' spoonful of butter, the same quantity ! of salt, a tablespoonful of sugar, and . one cupful of water. When lukewarm ] add one-half a yeast cake and enough wheat flour to make a thin batter. This Bhould be done in the morning, as the bread rises quickly. After making a sraobth batter let it rise until very light. Add whole wheat gradually and beating continuously until as much has been added as you can stir conveni ently. If the flour is not added gradu ally and well mixed the bread will be coarse-grained. Turn into greased tins, and when light bake one hour on a moderate oven. t DAIRY AND POULTRY, INTERESTING CHAPTERS FOP i OUR RURAL READERS. — How Fiu-f essful Farmer* Oprrntn Thll ! Beparlment of tho Farm—A Few I Hint* n* to the Care of I.ive Stock and l'oultry. E HAVE raised some poultry for thirteen years, and have had consider a b 1 e experience with a number oi breeds. We began in 18U5 with com mon mixed chick ens. Then we tried Black Spanish, Partridge Cochin, White and Brown Leghorns, Light Brahmas, and lastly Ply mouth Rocks. For continuous egg production and for table use the Plym outh Rpcks suit me the best, but for egg production alone the White and Brown Leghorns lead. While on the farm we had a comfort able frame building 24x8 feet and one story high. A glass front faced the south. A part of the house was floored. In summer our chickens shifted for themselves without any regular feed ing. During file winter they received mixed oats and corn and table scraps and occasionally boiled potatoes, fed warm and at times seasoned with cay enne popper and salt. For markets we depended mostly’ on the local dealers, but sometimes shipped to Chicago. It is best to ship, if a good commission house can be secured, and the express can be used at reasonable rates. The White and Buff Leghorns continued laying pretty regularly during the entire winter. And now, living here in the city for a year past, wo have had an average of twelve hens, Plymouth Rocks, and they keep us supplied with all the eggs needed for a family of four. About 25 per cent havp been lost from lice, ani mals, and disease. The young broods suffer most. For the care we have been able to give, our success in raising broods has been very’ satisfactory, but from the causes above stated losses have occurred among the young broods. Especially have we had some losses from year to year from the disease called cholera. We have doctored only to a limited extent. The three breeds named above lead all others that we have tried in egg production. But the Plymouth Rocks that we now have lead all others In the continuity of egg production. They even lay during the moulting period. I think our experience goes to show that they mature quite as early a3 any other breeds Our experience here in the city convinces us that there is nothing that pays better than a few liens, kept for supplying the family ta ble. No attempt should be made to raise chickens unless more space Is at command than is usually the case on a town or city lot. The scraps and waste from the table will furnish nearly all the food required for twelve or fif teen liens, and, if properly housed and cared for, no family need go to market for their supply of eggs.—T. H. Barr, in Farcmrs’ Review. Flvo Weeks Ot«l dik tena. At a large stock farm in Maryland, where a specialty is made of poultry, it is stated that 20,000 young chickens have been marketed in the year past, and that a single hotel in New York city would be glad to make a contract for the entire production. A “baby white” Plymouth Rock “broiler” is said to he the especial favorite, and one ex planation of the manner in which they have come to be so popular is thus given by the Ruval New Yorker: “A few years ago the family of one of our American millionaires went to Paris and ate a dinner at which little birds were served—one for each guest. They were smaller than ordinary broil ers. one whole one providing about meat enough for each person. This seemed like an agreeable fad, and when they returned to America this family demanded these little birds in place of broilers. This fashion has spread among the rich until a plump chicken five weeks old will often sell for as much as a large broiler. Of course this means a gain to the feeder of at least a month’s feeding. It just illustrates how changes in fashion strike below uiv cm ui«-v iiuu ul tu - tides of food. The rich and fastidious demand delicacies—fruits, vegetables and meats out cf their natural season. This demand stimulates inventive gen ius and men are found who invent the appliances needed to produce the arti ficial conditions required to grow plants and animals out of their seasons. These appliances are improved and extended until what was once a luxury becomes cheapened to a necessity, and rich and poor alike enjoy it. That ts the history of forced fruits and vegetables, broil ers, hothouse lambs,” etc.—Ex. EilwrlciiM with Plymouth Kochs. The only breed of fowls I raise is the Plymouth Rocks. I have not tried any other breed, but am told that the Buft Cochin is superior. My poultry house Is constructed of pine boards and has a small glass window. The house is ten feet long and five feet wide. X feed the fowls three times a day, warm coarse corn in the morning, corn and outs noon and evening. There is a fair mar ket for poultry and eggs at the stores. I get very few eggs in winter. I lose no fowls from animals or any other cause. Plymouth Rocks in spring, summer and fail are fair egg producers, but not in winter. The old hens in cold weather are rather lazy, but will ing to eat all the time. They are gen erally good sitters and take good care of the young broods. My advice is: Better sell out all hens over two years old.—I... Nawland, in Farmers' Review. Teaching Boyi to Milk. A writer in Grange Homes say«: Boys cannot learn to milk without prac ticing on a real cow, anti these efforts naturally result in drying off the yield. Every dairyman owes it to his sons, if he is so fortunate as to possess any, to teach them the rudiments of milking when they are at least 10 or 12 years old. As such teaching necessarily in jures the milk yield, it should never he practiced on animals when the object is to maintain the yield. Teach the boys how to milk on cows that you want to dry off. At this season of the year you have such cows, animals that are approaching their time of calving. Let the youngsters practice on these, im pressing on them from the start the true principles of milking. Teach them to approach a ccw gently; brush the ud der and cleita the teats before the milk pail is brought near; to sit squarely up to the cow, instead of at arm's length, and to not practice violent “see-saw ing” In pressing out the milk. From personal experience I know the value of this matter of learning first principles right. A boy will until taught better continue to practice milking in the way he first learned it, be that right or wrong. At least, I did. The Cair. For the first four weeks I give the calf new milk; after that I remove a part of the cream, that is, I give it morning's milk at night and night’s milk in the morning. When I begin to take off the cream I give the little fellow a fresh raw egg once a day, and soon I begin to add a little well-cooked corn meal mush, and at four or five months of age I wean it if I have pigs that need the milk, and I then have a fine calf ready to keep for a good cow or to sell to the buyers. If the calf is a male I have it attended to as soon as possible, paying no atten tion whatever to the "sign,” as I find, if the flies do not trouble, the “sign” is right at any time. I think, also, that I know how to have a good, gentle, nice cow. When I have occasion to sell a cow I can do so easily and at a good price. Given a reasonably good stock, and having raised the calf as afore said, I turn my attention to the heifer with an eye to the future. I handle them every day; I halter break them; I give them a name and teach them to know it, and to come to me when I call them by their name.—Cor. Agricul tural Epitomist. Dairying in France. The butter industry in France is not sausiactory, and the co-operative creameries can alone help to remedy the undesired situation. The chief cause of the complaints is the low cost of butter, due to Australian and American ship ments to England, which has hitherto been the main outlet for French butter. During 1894 there hes been a drop in the exportation of butter, amounting to about $10,600,000. The president of the customs asserts that the diminu tion has been, going on quietly from year to year, and promises to continue; he deplore., this state of things, the more so a3 France has in Normandy the finest pasture lands in the world, and an admirable race of dairy cattle; he is of opinion that the Normandy farmers have been relying too much ou their historical reputation, while new com petitors have been coming to the front, instead of remaining in an up-to-date position. The president is very severe on the unscrupulous intermediaries who have adulterated French butter with margarine.—Rural Canadian. llnw to- Develop Dairying:. Out on the big prairies of western Minnesota the farmers of Graceville, without the aid, of a “promoter,” or ganized and built a most complete and combined creamery and cheese factory with cold storage for $2,800, quite as good or better than the $5,000 or $6,000 ones. The creamery has been a suc cess from the start, the butter bring ing top prices in cash from the begin ning. Then, to further their industry, the patrons of this creamery, to im prove their cows, hired an expert, who purchased twelve finely bred bulls from the best dairy lines possible, and the patrons are now to see what blood will do in securing better stock than they now possess. In this is the hint. Why cannot other patrons do the same? The dairying of the future must be done with a better cow. Who is to breed her? Why not the patron who knows his wants or should? And these men are in one sense pioneers in a wholesale attempt to 60lve the aues tion of better dairying, by bringing in the best attainable blood for that pur pose.—Dairy World. Need of Good C'oIT*. There are a great many makes of steam engines, pumps, bicycles, etc., and there are also a great many makes of cows. This is a most important point that a vast proportion of dairymen in the state overlook. They get the idea that "a caw is a cow,” whereas there are thousands of cows which do not pay for their keep, to say nothing of the labor required to attend them. The in dividuals of different breeds vary, of course, but blood will tell in a very marked degree when the returns for butter come in. Any one, by a system of careful selection—that is, breeding only first-class bulls, and constantly select ing the best calves from the best cows —can, In the course of years, build up r. herd of splendid producers from a very scrubby commencement, but it takes a long time to do so, and a still longer one to make the type of large producers a permament one. This building-up process was gone through with years ago in founding all the great breeds of fine cattle tflat we have dt the pres ent day.—Joseph Maillaird. 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