__THE —
Story of Francis Cludde
A Romance of Queen Mary's Reign.
BY STANLEY J. WEYMAN.
CHAPTER X.—Continued.
And knew him! In a second I was
back In England looking on a far dif
ferent scene. I saw the Thames, its
ebb tide rippling In the sunshine as it
ripples past Greenwich, and a small
boat gliding over It, and a man in the
bow of the boat, a man with a grim lip
and a sinister eye. Yes, the tall soldier
talking to Dymphna In the moonlight,
his cap the cap of a Spanish guard, was
Master Clarence, the duchess' chief en
emy!
>•••••••
I staid my foot. With a strange set
tling into resolve of all my doubts. I
felt If my sword, which happily I had
brought with me, was loose in its
sheath and leaned forward scanning
him. So he had tracked us! He was
here! With wonderful vividness I pic
tured all the dangers which menaced
the duchess, Master Bertie, the Ltnd
stroms, myself, through his discovery
of us. all the evils which would befall
us if the villain got away with his tale.
Forgetting Dymphna's presence, I set
tny teeth hard together. He should
hot escape me this time.
But man can only propose. As I took
a step forward I trod on a round piece
3t wood, which turned under my foot
And 1 stumbled. My eye left the pair
for a second. When It returned to them,
they had taken the alarm. Dymphna
had started away, and I saw her fig
ure retreating swiftly In the direction
of the house. The man poised himself
a moment irresolute opposite to me,
and then dashed aside and disappeared
behind the cottage.
I was after him on the Instant, my
•word out. and caught sight of his
cloak as he whisked round a corner. He
lodged me twice round the next cot
tage, the one nearer the river. Then
he broke away and made for the bridge,
bis object evidently being to get off the
Island. But he seemed at last to see
that I was too quick for him, us I
■certainly was, and should catch him
balf way across the narrow planking,
and changing his mind again he
doubled nimbly back and rushed into
the open porch of a cottage, and I
heard his sword ring out. I had him
at bay.
At bay indeed! But. ready as I
was and resolute to capture or kill
him, I paused. I hesitated to run in
on him. The darkness of the
porch hid him, while I must attack
with the moonlight shining on me. I
peered in cautiously. "Come out!" I
cried. “Come out. you coward!” Then
t heard him move, and for a moment I
thought he was coming, and I stood
A-tlptoe waiting for his rush. But he
only laughed a derisive laugh of tri
umph. He had the odds, and I saw he
would keep them.
Z took another cautious step toward
him and, shading my eyes with my left
hand, tried to make him out. As I did
so gradually his face took dim form
and shape, confronting mine In the
darkness. I stared yet more Intently.
The face became more clear. Nay, with
a sudden leap Into vividness, as It were,
It grew white against the dark back
ground-white and whiter. It seemed
to be thrust out nearer and nearer until
.It almost touched mine. It—his face?
iTMo; It was not his face! For one awful
•moment a terror, which seemed to still
irny heart, glued me to the ground
where 1 stood as It flashed upon my
brain that It was another face that
grinned at me so close to mine; that It
was another face I was looking on—
the livid, blood stained face and Btony
.ayes at the man I had killed!
With a wild scream I turned and fled.
IBy instinct, for terror had deprived me
•of reason, I hied to the bridge, and
keeping, I knew not how, my footing
►upon the loose clattering planks, made
one desperate rush across it. The shim
•merlng water below. In which I saw
•that face a thousand times reflected;
•the breeze, which seemed the dead
•man's hand clutching me, lent wings to
any flight. I sprang at a bound from
’the bridge to the bank, from the bank
to the boat, and overturning, yet never
seeing, my startled companion, shoved
•off from the shore with all my might—
•and fell a-crylng,
X very learned man, physician to the
Kjueen’B majesty, has since told me,
when I related this strange story to
him, that probably that burst of tears
saved my reason. It so far restored
me, at any rate, that I presently knew
where I was—cowering In the bottom
of the boat, with my eyes covered--and
understood that Master Lindstrom was
leaning over me in a terrible state of
mind, imploring me In mingled Dutch
and English to tell him what had hap
pened. "I have seen him!" was all I
could say at first, and I scarcely dared !
remove my hands from my eyes. "I
have seen him!" I begged my host to
row away from the shore, and after a
time was able to tell him what the
matter was, he sitting the while with
bis arm round my shoulder.
"You are sure that it was the Span
iard?" he said, kindly, after he had
thought a minute.
"Quite sure," I answered, shuddering,
yet with less violence. “How could I
be mistaken? If you had seen him"—
"And you are sure? Did you feel his
heart this morning, whether It was
beating?"
His heart? Something In his voice
gave me courage to look up, though
I still shunned the water, lest that
dreadful visage should rise from the
depths. "No, I did not touch him."
"And you tell rae that he fell on his
face. Did you turn him over?"
"No." I saw his drirt now. I was sit
ting erect. My brain began to work
again. “No," I admitted. "I did not."
“Then how, asked the Dutchman
roughly, "how do you know that he
was dead, young sir? Tell me that."
When 1 explained. "Bah!" he cried.
'There is nothing in that! You Jumped
to a conclusion. I thought a Spaniard's
head was harder to break. As for the
Blood coming from his mouth, perhaps
oe bit his tongue or did any one of a
oundred things—except die. Master
Francis. That you may be sure is Just
what he did not do.”
"You think so?" I said gratefully. I
began to look about me, yet still with
tremor in my limbs and an inclination
.0 start at shadows.
"Think?” he rejoined, with a hearti
ness which brought conviction home to
■me. "1 am sure of it. You may depend
.upon it that Master Clarence, or the
man you take for Master Clarence, who
no doubt was the other soldier seen
with the scoundrel this morning, found
nlm hurt late in the evening. Then,
seeing him in that state, he put him
in the parch for shelter, either because
he could not get him to Arnheim at
once or because he did not wish to give
the alarm before ha had made his ar
rangements for netting your party."
"That is possible!" 1 allowed, with a
■sigh of relief. "But what of Mustei
Clarence?”
"Well." the old man said, “let us gei
home first. We will talk of him after
ward.”
I felt he had more In his mind than
appeared, and I obeyed, growing
ashamed now of my panic and looking
forward with no very pleasant feelings
to hearing the story narrated. But
when we reached the house and found
Master Bertie and the duchess In the
parlor waiting for us—they rose, start
led at sight of my face—he bade me
leave that out, but tell the rest of the
story.
I compiled, describing how I had seen
Dymphna meet Clarence and what I
had observed to pass between them.
The astonishment of my hearers may
be Imagined. "The point Is very sim
ple.” said our host coolly when I had.
In the face of many exclamations and
some Incredulity, completed the tale.
”Jt Is Just this! The woman certainly
was not Dymphna. In the first place,
she would not be out at night. In the
second place, what could she know of
your Clarence, an Englishman and a
stranger? In the third place, I will
warrant she has been In her room all
the evening. Then If Master Francis
was mistaken In the woman, may he
not have been mistaken In the man?
That Is the point.”
"No,” I said boldly. ”1 only saw her
back. I saw his face.”
“Certainly that Is something," Master
Eindstrom admitted reluctantly.
“But how many times had you seen
him before?" put In my lady very perti
nently. “Only once?”
In answer to that I could do no more
than give further assurance of my cer
tainty on the point. "It was the man
I saw in the boat at Greenwich,” I de
clared positively. "Why should I Imag
ine It?”
“All the same. I trust you have," she
rejoined, "for if It was Indeed that arch
scoundrel we nre undone.”
“Imagination plays us queer tricks
sometimes,” Master I-Indstrom said,
with a smile of much meaning, "but
come, lad, I will ask Dymphna, though
I think It useless to do so, for whether
you are right or wrong as to your
friend I will answer for It you are
wrong as to my daughter.”
He was rising to go from them for the
purpose when Mistress Anne opened the
door and came In. She looked some
what startled at finding us all In con
clave. "I thought I heard your voices,"
she explained timidly, standing between
us and the door. "I could not sleep.”
She looked Indeed as if that were
so. Her eyes were very bright,
and there was a bright spot of
crimson in each cheek. "What is
It?” she went on abruptly, looking hard
at me and shutting her lips tight
ly. There was so much to explain that
no one had taken It in hand to be
gin.
“It Is just this," the duchess said,
opening her mouth with a snap. "Have
you been with Dymphna all the time?”
' Yes, of course,” was the prompt an
swer.
"What Is she doing?”
"Doing?” Mistress Anne repeated In
surprise. “She Is asleep.”
"Has she been out since nightfall?”
the duchess continued. “Out of her
room? Or out of the house?”
"Out? Certainly not. Before she fell
asleep she was In no state to go out,
as you know, though I hope she will
be all right when she awakes. Who
says she has been out? Anne added
sharply. She looked at me with a
challenge in her eyes, as much as to
say, “Is it you?”
"I am satisfied," I said, "that I was
mistaken as to Mistress Dymphna. But
I am Just as sure as before that X saw
Clarence.”
"Clarence?” Mistress Anne repeated,
starting violently and the color for an
instant fleeing from her cheeks. She
sat down on the nearest seat.
“You need not be afraid, Anne,” my
lady said, smiling. She had a wonder
fully high courage herself. "I think
Master Francis was mistaken, though
he 1b so certain about it.”
"But where—where did he see him?”
the girl asked. She still trembled. Once
more I had to tell the tale. Mistress
Anne, as was natural, listening to it
with the liveliest emotions. And this
time so much of the ghost story had
to be introduced, for she pressed me
closely as to where I had left Clar
ence and why I had let him go that
my assurances got less credence than
ever.
"I think I see how it is," she said,
with a saucy scorn that hurt me not
a little. “Master Carey’s nerves are
in much the same state tonight as
Dymphna’s. He thought he saw a ghost
and he did not. He thought he saw
Dymphna and he did not. And he
thought he saw Master Clarence and he
did not."
"Not so fast, child!" cried the duch
ess sharply, seeing me wince. "Your
tongue runs too freely. No one has had
better proofs of Master Carey’s courage
—for which I will answer myself—than
we have!"
"Then he should not say things about
Dymnhna!” the young lady retorted
her foot tapping the floor and the red
spots back in her cheeks. "Such rub
bish I never heard!"
CHAPTER XI.
They none of them believed me It
seemed, and smarting under Mistress
Anne's ridicule, hurt by even the duch
ess' kimly Incredulity, what could I
do? Only assert what I had asserted
already—that it was undoubtedly Clar
en< e, and that before 24 hours elapsed
they would have proof of my words.
At mention of this possibility Master
Bertie looked up. He had left the
main part In the discussion to others,
but now he intervened. “One moment "
he said. "Take It that the lad is right.
Master Eindstrom, Is there any pre
caution we can adopt, any back door,
so to speak, we can keep open, In case
of an attempt to arrest us being made?
What would be the Hue of our retreat
to Wesel?”
The river,” replied the Dutchman
promptly.
"And tlie boats are all at the landing
stage?”
They are, and for that reason they
are useless in an emergency," our host
answered thoughtfully. "Knowing the
place any one sent to surprise and ar
rest us would secure them first and
the bridge. Then they would have us
' ln ® traP- It might be well to take
i j a boat round and moor it in the little
• i creek in the farther orchard," he added
1 i rising, “it is a good idea, at any rate,
i ! I will go and do it."
' j went out, leaving us four—the
, i duchess, her husband, Anne and my
1 i ,.f~slulns '°tind the lamp.
' ! ":f Master Carey Is so certain that tt
t j was clarence," my lady began, "I think
! he ought to."
- , ' t'os. Kate?” her husband said. She
had paused and seemed to be Itsten
l Ing.
"Ought to open that letter he has!”
she continued impetuously. "I have no
t douot it is a letter to Clarence. Now
the rogue has come on the scene agafn
the lad's scruples ought not to stand
in the way. They are all nonsense.
The letter may throw some light on the
bishop's schemes and Clarence's pres
ence here, and It should be read. That
Is what I think."
"What do you say, Carey?" her hus
band asked as I kept silence. “Is not
that reasonable?”
Sitting with my elbows on.the table,
I twisted and untwisted the fingers of
my clasped hands, gazing at them the
while as though inspiration might come
of them. What was I to do? I knew
that the three pairs of eyes were upon
me, and the knowledge distracted me
and prevented me really thinking,
though I seemed to be thinking so hard.
"Well," I burst out at last, "the circum
stances are certainly altered. I see no
reason why I should not”
Crash!
I stopped, uttering an exclamation,
and we all sprang to our feet. "Oh,
what a pity!” the duchess cried, clasp
ing her hands. "You clumsy, clumsy
girl! What have you done?”
Mistress Anne's sleeve as she turned
had swept from the table a Florentine
Jug, one of Master Llndstrom’s greatest
treasures, and It lay a dozen fragments
on the floor. We stood and looked at
it, the duchess in anger. Master Bertie'
and I in comic dismay. The girl’s lip
trembled, and he turned quite white
as she contemplated the ruin she had
caused.
“Well, you have done It now’!” the
duchess said pitilessly. What woman
could ever overlook clumsiness In an
other woman! “It only remains to pick
up the pieces, miss. If a man had done
it—but, there, pick up the pieces. You
will have to make your tale good to
Master Llndstrom afterward.”
I went down on my knees and helped
Anne, the annoyance her Incredulity
had caused me forgotten. She was so
shaken that I heard the bits of ware
in her hand clatter together. When
we had picked up all, even to the small
est piece, I rose, and the duchess re
turned to the former subject. "You
will open this letter, then?" she said.
"I see you will. Then the sooner the
better. Have you got It about you?”
"No, it Is in my bedroom,” I an
swered.
"I held it away there, and I must
fetch it. But do you think," I con
tinued, pausing as I opened the door
for Mistress Anne to go out with her
double handful of fragments, "it is ab
solutely necessary to read it, my lady?”.
"Most certainly,” she answered,
gravely nodding with each syllable, “I
think so. I will be responsible ” And
Master Bertie nodded also. 1
“So be it,” I said reluctantly.
And I was about to leave the room
to fetch the letter, my bedroom be
ing in a different part of the house
only connected with the main build
ing by a covered passage, when
our host returned. He told us that
he had removed a boat, and I staid
awhile to hear if he had anything to
report, and then, finding he had not,
went out to go to my room, shutting
the door behind me.
The passage I have mentioned, which
was merely formed of rough planks,
was very dark. At the nearer end was
the foot of the staircase leading to the
upper rooms. Farther along was a
door In the side opening into the gar
den. Going straight out of the lighted
room, I had almost to grope my way,
feeling the walls with my hands. When
I had about reached the middle I
paused. It struck me that the door into
the garden must be open, for I felt a
cold draft of air strike my brow and
saw, or fancied I saw, a slice of night
sky and the branch jot a tree waving
against it. I took a step forward
slightly shivering in the night air as
I did so, and had stretched out my
hand with the intention of closing the
door when a dark form rose suddenly
close to me, I saw a knife gleam in the
starlight, and the next moment I reeled
back Into the darkness of the passage,
a sharp pain in my breast.
I knew at once what had happened
to me and leaned a moment against
the planking with a sick, faint feeling
saying to myself, "I have it this time!"
.The attack had been so sudden and un
expected, I had been taken so com
pletely ofT my guard, that I had made
no attempt either to strike or to clutch
my assailant, and I suppose only the
darkness of the passage saved me from
another blow. But was one needed’
The hand which I had raised in
stinctively to shield my throat was wet
with the warm blood trickling fast
down my breast. I staggered back to
the door of the parlor, groping blindly
for the latch, seemed to be an age find
ing It, found It at last and walked In.
The duchess sprang up at sight of
me. "What,” she cried, backing from
me, “what has happened?"
“I have been stabbed," I said, and
I sat down.
It amused me afterward to recall
what they all did. The Dutchman
stared; my lady screamed loudly; Mas
ter Bertie whipped out his sword He
could make up his mind quickly enough
at times.
“I think he has gone,” I said faintly.
(Continued Next Week.)
An Australian corporation has Just re
ceived a concession from the Russian gov
ernment to take out 30.000,000 feet of tim
ber a year from a forest in Siberia, 900
miles from Vladivostok, to be delivered
In Melbourne, Australia, approximately
8,000 miles away, and nearly three times
the distance from New York to San Fran
cisco.
It Is likely that no lumbering operation
of recent years more strongly Illustrates
the pinch in the timber supply In all parts
of the world. In the news of the con
cession told in an American lumber Jour
nal, is the suggestion of the difficulty that
all countries may have to encounter In
getting the wood which they need In the
future. Every year timber cruisers are
going further and further afield and cut
ting trees which, in former times of
abundance, they passed because of the In
accessibility of the forest.
In taking out the Siberian timber the
Melbourne lumbermen will have to ship
the entire year's cut In Ju^-. August, Sep
tember and October, for during the re
mainder of the year there Is no open
water at the point of shipment. What
makes this unusual feature of transport
ing bulky logs 8,000 miles quite feasible
Is that such unmanufactured stock is ad
mitted free, while there Is a heavy duty
on all manufactured wood brought into
Australia, the duty on lumber, for in
stance, being nearly $5 a thousand board
feet.
These Siberians operations differ from
the- lumbering methods In the United
States, In that In this country It is pos
sible and customary to have new mills
conveniently near the place of production,
though with the constantly decreasing
supply, the larger mills often find it prof
itable to haul their timber by trams and
railroads many miles away from their
saws. Forest experts In this country say
that the hope of the United States for
a steady supply of timber lies in the
application of forestry to all timber lands,
private and public, and the careful study
of the economical and better utilization
of the product. Even so, a severe short
age in 20 to 25 years must be expected.
The law on the statute books of Minne
sota forbidding the drinking of liquor on
railroad cars, except in separate compart
ments with the door shut. Is a good law.
The tantalizing of the passenger who for
got his bottle must be stopped somehow.
Merchants and manufacturers take
i an Inventory every year, and so should
the farmer.
[ AROUND THE WORLD FOR CUPID
By Louis Honig.
(Copyright. 1902, by W. R. Hearst.)
‘‘You might as well understand, Cora,
that this Is the last quarrel we will
■ have, I, for one, am heartily sick of this
! constant bickering. No matter what I
i do, I am always held to an accounting,
| Just as If you were my monitor and I
a docile and Irresponsible agent. I shall
leave New Y'ork to be gone—well, I
can't say Just how long, and I don’t
konw that that would Interest you,
anyway.”
The man was In earnest. He had
left his chair and, standing In front
of her, his big physique seetned to
menace the bric-a-brac and dellAte or
naments that filled every nook and
angle of the room.
“It Isn’t that I do not love you. Any
old fool among my friends knows that
—and you ought to. But fight a petul
ant caprice day after day I cannot. I
am not equal to It.”
“Then I am to consider myself no
longer In the preliminary stage of mat
rimony? Our engagement Is ofT. Is
that the ultimate? If that be the lord
and master’s arbitrary ruling I suppose
I must submit,”
The man did not see the faint passing
smile that flitted over the lips of the
girl and like a flash was gone, He
bristled with anger and detail escaped
him.
to persuade her aunt to act the par.
of chaperon. Mrs. Has welt was a wom
an of such smooth disposition that she
did not even press her niece for a rea
son for this round the globe tour. She
was not averse to traveling and just
at this time was anxious to let In a
little light on the dark of her hum
drum social life.
In Nagasaki Tom Sutherland re
ceived a cable which was marked
“Collect.” When he read It he made
no objection to the payment, but wrote
out a check at once. It was from his
most Intimate friend and ran: "Cora
due Cairo same date your Itinerary.
Going round world other way. Keep
wedding for New York."
Tom Sutherland, whose trip up to
this time had been a melancholy fail
ure, suddenly found a reason and good
In things. He wished he had formed
his plans for a less extensive journey.
Day by day his mind fairly Itched to
reach Cairo, but he saw the futility of
hastening his trip a day. They would
meet at the set time—not before. He
determined to ask forgiveness of the
girl he had not wronged. Just to prove
his unbounded love. Yes. he would
postpone the wedding until they both
reached New York.
For two weeks Tom Sutherland re
mained In Cairo. The city became a
terror to him. He knew there was
only one fit place for Cora to stop,
and she was not there. Then he
"You know that Is not right, nor la
| it true, Cora, You distinctly and for
mally announced that unless I com
ported myself In such and such a man
ner out betdothal would come to an end.
I cannot do as you say. It Is subse
quent, not antecedent."
"Very well, Tom. I am sorry, very
sorry. It may be for your best after
all.”
The hestitatlon denoted by the ex
pression of his face and the pose of his
body suggested for a moment a return
to first principles, but he pulled him
self together and stood firm upon his
declaration.
He said goodby, tears In his voice,
and left her, Cora Evanston did not
move from her chair. She was con
templating the wreck of an existence
which she had always pictured as the
Ideal. At her feet she saw the pieces
of the monument, the purest, finest
marble ever carved.
"It is all nonsense. This is not the
end. Tom will come back. I know it.
He knows I love him and I am sure he
loves me. He must come back. But
If he should not- Then I shall swal
low my pride and go to him.”
This last resolution satisfied the
girl. She called the butler and gave
orders for her victoria, and one hour
later was riding in the park, breathing
the One crispy air of late autumn. “Ht
will come back, I know it. He must
come back,”
A week passed, two weeks, a month
and no return of the exasperated lover.
Then Cora Evanston began to exert
herself. Through a friend she learned
that Tom Sutherland had really lefi
New York for a world circling trip
He had, contrary to the usual direc
tion of such Journeys, crossed the con
tinent first. From San Francisco h<
had shipped to Japan. One day Cora
Evanston met his closest friend am
from him she obtained Tom Suther
land's Itinerary.
"Well, he will not escape me. I shal
start the other way. We will meet a.
Cairo. The surprise will bring Ton
back to me, and then never again sha!
I impose a restriction upon him. H'
ways shall be my ways, his laws shall
be my laws."
Cora Evanston had little difficulty
searched the habitable part of the city !
from north to south, irom east to west. J
With a sinking heart he left Cairo, !
vowing everlasting vengeance on the
man who had cabled him at Nagasaki.
He crossed the Mediterranean, a sad,
ill fated suitor.
And yet it was all the result of an ac
cident. Mrs. Haswell took ill suddenly
in Rome, and when she was able to
continue her mad career across the
continent the time for meeting Tom
Sutherland in Cairo had lapsed. Con
stantinople was the next step in the
journey, and Cora felt sure she would
see him there'; but the man swore in his
own words to "cut Constantinople off
the map." Cora wanted to turn back,
but her aunt insisted upon the far East
as the only thing to restore her nerves.
So they went on. Egypt, India, China,
Japan and then across the Pacific to
San Francisco and then the 3,000 odd
miles of American soil back to the
starting point. Cora's heart seemed
made of lead.
Tom Sutherland had a similar ex
perience. Italy, Germany, France, Eng
land, then across the Atlantic and fin
ally home. When he reached the New
York side of the river he bolted into a
cab. Up Fifth avenue he was driven to
his apartments. He was in no happy
frame of mind. At Forty-second street
there was a pack of cabs, carriages and
electrical cars. The whir and whirl of
New York had no Interest for him. He
was, however, attracted to an alterca- |
tion between two cabbies. Something
fresh in the exchange of compliments
caused him to look out of the cab win
low on his right. To his utter aston
ishment and his overwhelming surprise
be saw a girl staring at him from an
other cab window. Her eyes seemed
ready to leap from their sockets. It
was Cora. They both laughed. The
angle of vehicles was suddenly
ti aightened and the hansom in which
-.he girl was riding went out in ad
vance. Torn Sutherland gave an order
o his cabbie to follow. Both hansoms
topped at the same house.
An hour later Tom Sutherland, hold
ng Cora Evanston in his arms, said:
That was a long trip before the
loncymoon, dearest, but wejll take the
text together.”
Wu Ting-Fang on Taking Advantage.
To a reporter whose questions came
rather thick and fast the brilliant Chi
nese ambassador. Wu Ting-Fang, said
In San Francisco:
"You are pushing me too hard,
young man. You are taking advantage
of me. You are like the Pekin poor
relation."
“The Pekin poor relation?”
Mr. Wu laughed.
"Yes," he said. “The Pekin poor re
lation. Did you never hear of him?"
“No,” said the reporter.
"Well, he was like you. He took ad
vantage." said Mr. Wu. "It is nar
rated of him that one day he met the
head of his family, a mandarin, in the
" ‘Come and dine with us tonight,’
the mandarin said, graciously.
" ’Thank you,’ said the poor relation.
’But wouldn’t tomorrow night do as
well?’
" ‘Oh, yes, I suppose so,’ said the
mandarin. ’But where are you dining
tonight?’ he asked, curiously.
" ’Oh. at your house,’ was the reply.
, ’You see, your estimable wife was good
enough to give me tonight’s invita
tion.’ " ■_
"CENTREFUGALIZED MILK.”
Japanese English as It Is Printed in a
Kobe Newspaper.
If you don’t know what “centrefuga
lized" milk is go to Kobe, Japan, and
there sit at the feet of Talsero Hanamiya,
] "dealer in milks," and drink in wisdom
! spiced wllh sweet phraseology. Here Is
j an advertisement sent out by Mr. Hana
1 mlya and copied In an English newspaper
I published in the Japanese port:
I have the honor to write a letter for
you that we have now established the
Japan milk sanitary laboratory and its
branch or special milk delivering office,
as which caused our dairy men are very
poor to deliver an unsanitary or tuber
culosis and even bad cow’s milk bacteria
and milk constituents before their deliv
ering and even for their cow’s health, un
der and food, and In this branch or milk
delivering office their pure milk Is again
filtered through pass the Bundo’s metfc-1
od’s apparatus till the air bacteria is all
out, and we can deliver their pure milk
with the satisfactory proof, as the seal is
on the bottle, and now your drinking milk
or city’s milk is all about when danger
comes, as their milk is Included many
dirts and air bacteria, but you are very
hard to see them well with your naked
eyes, and if you can often through pass
the flannel or cotton covered with linen
or if it be centrefugalized which is very
easy well to see with naked eyes if al
ways. I beg if you are sanitary man or
baby and sick man have, you must have
the pure sanitary milk and take your
health. If you can make me for order to
have the sanitary milk sooner os possible
you should soon write me without your
servant or make your order for my de
livering boy who can always ask you
please make me your order with kind re*
gards.
ADVICE TO YOUNG MEN.
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t'SCARO CIGARETTES TOR THe
riPe or a gar.
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FOR THE HOG RAISER.
Lousy hogs and thrifty hogs are Strang
era.
Damp, dirty bedding and healthy pig*
will not be found in the same house.
Cleanliness is one of the prime requisite*
for success.
A fresh coat of whitewash on the hog
house looks good to the visitor and also
tends to check the spread of vermin.
A weak solution of some common coal
tar dip sprinkled about the hog house will
prevent foul odors and help to preserve
the general health of the herd.
If the small pigs become scabby about
the mouth or near the root of the tail,
the application of lard or vaseline will
usually prevent further trouble.
See to it that the small pigs are com
pelled to take exercise on these cold, wet
days. If the sow is a heavy milker and
the pigs stick too closely to the nest, you
will have a well developed case of thump*
on your hands almost before you know
It and then It Is too late for remedies.
Middlings, oats, barley and field peas are
excellent sources of material for balanc
ing a ration of protein, for growing pigs.
A burnt child dreads the fire. The farm
er who has been scourged by hog cholera
knows that prevention beats cure.
“Well begun is half done” applies to
raising pigs. Start right by saving them
from exposure at farrowing time.
The early pigs, if not allowed to become
stunted, can be cashed next fall as 250
pound porkers at top market prices.
You can’t start the young pigs right by
feeding the sow entirely on corn and
water. Swap some of the corn for bran,
j shorts and oats, vary the diet and lubi
| cate it with milk.
The successful swine raiser is sufficlent
! ly in love with his work to take a lively
| interest In the comfort and health of hie
hogs, being prompted thereto by self
interest as well as from humanitarian mo
tives.
ROUGH FEED FOR STOCK.
Forest Henry in Northwestern Agricul
turist.
How many farmers have had this
winter ail the rough feed their stock
could eat? This has been a year of htgli
prices for grain. Few farmers have
had enough to feed, to say nothing of
grain to sell. Where one has all the
good hay and corn fodder that stock
will eat they will get along very well
on a limited ration of grain. Clover
hay and corn fodder are two of the
very cheapest feeds that can be pro
duced on the farm. You cannot sow
clover this spring and expect to get a
hay crop the coming season, but you
can sow, and harvest the year follow
ing. The corn fodder you can grow in
abundance the coming summer. Don’t
fail to, dp this.
I have found it a good plan not to
get in too big a hurry Ih planting this
crop; but to wait until the main crop
that is calculated for husking is plant
ed and then cover a good generous
piece of land with the barnyard ma
nure that can be gathered about the
barnyard that would otherwise go to
waste besides being a nuisance in the
yard. If the ground Is already plowed,
harrow it over a couple of times, so ths
spreader or wagon loaded with manure
will run more easily, and then either
replow it after covering or thoroughly +
disc it in. It may take you 10 days to
do this, but the fodder corn will soon
make up this los3 of time by the
quicker pace it will take on in its
growth, and it will be the more tender
by growing quickly.
I should plant two or three times as
thickly as for ears, which will reduco
the size of the stalks, but at the same
time give plenty of small ears. If it Is
planted so thickly that ears refuse to
set. you are shutting out sunshine and
are reducing quality. This thickly
planted corn will cut and bind much
better than corn that is planted in
checks for husking. I should always
aim to plant fodder corn in drills run
ning north and south if possible, so as
to let in all the sunshine possible. This
thickly planted drilled corn will handlo
very much better than cut checked
corn.
From the New York Telegraph.
A well meaning, but Illogical friend
cites In defense of the "Merry Widow"
that a news dispatch from Allentown.
Pa., to the effect that one of those ex
tensive abominations saved Us wearer’s
life the other day. 1 don't remember
how, or care.
In reply I recalled the French judge
before whom Prince Helie de Sagan
was arraigned.
“I must live somehow," the prince
said In explanation of his misdoings.
"I don’t see the necessity," answered
the Judge.
My friend politely asked me what
was the application of the story. ]
hope you are not so dense.
FIT THE GBOCEB
Wifo Made the Sauareatloa.
A grocer has excellent opportunity
to know the effects of special foods on
his customers. A Cleveland grocer has
a long list of customers that have been
helped In health by leaving off coffe*
and using Postum Food Coffee.
He says, regarding his own experi
ence: “Two years ago I had been drink
ing coffee and must say that I was al
most wrecked In my nerves.
“Particularly In the morning I was m
irritable and upset that I could hardly
wait until the coffee was served, and
then I had no appetite for breakfast
and did not feel like attending to my
store duties.
"One day my wife suggested that In
asmuch as 1 was selling so much
Postum there must be some merit In It
and suggested that we try It. I took
home a package and she prepared It
according to directions. The result was
a very happy one. My nervousness
gradually disappeared and to-day I am
all right. I would advise everyone
affected in any way with nervousness
or stomach troubles, to leave off coffee
and use Postum Food Coffee." "There’s
n Reason." Read "The Road to Well
• ville.” in pkgs.
Ever read the above letter? A
.new one appears from time to time. ■
They are genuine, true, and full 6* s
human interest.
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