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Hrtty declare* tt must he a par* are af Matt* fit. tin an rttrheO amr... aka naata hm very much teak- to raaadat! to.- net tmpatteat an 1 toateeaa rear t*-r jarkure ®alntl*tc and dr diare-e la la pallid :a rotor* to Hatty el rte* Btrat , r-- |lgt i« Ml oha tr* la. (to ta refused to* lied*. Bara, torse* sheer, and Hn(* a *traa*r ran totl aOr r*.ea teas CT ran k» rrtea to pe— •sad (be atrt that ah* ahould a— let the *aaan (I Banal bra tram marry In* CHARTER XI—Continued "Tun do know It. don't you*" be 1—Cod known t don’t wnnt you to lew me. I never meant that yon should * ahe wan saying aa If to Wrvetf "I suppose Hi hopeless be said dsmhiy as her voice trailed oE la a Rklnpir "res. it In utterly hopeless " she earn, nod she was white to tbs lips. ~t—1 sha'P't nay anything more, said be "Of course. 1 understand bow U is There's some one else. Only I want yen to know that I love you • Ml aO my soul. Hetty I—I don't one bow I'm going to get on without yon But 1—1 won't distress you. "There Mat anyone eta*. Brandon." ehe said la a eery low voice Her Un gers tightened oa hit in a sort of do praUua "I know what von are think lug H lent Leslie. It never can ha Leslie ~ Thnd the*—" he stammered, the bland surging back tote bu heart — *Xs, no'" ahe cned. almost vehe ment *1 can't let yon go on hoping, k is wrong—an terribly wrong Tou meet forget me. Too most He aetiad her other hand and beld them both firmly, masterfully "Bee here, my—look at me. dearest! h’bM la wrongT Tali me! You are •shaggy Don't he afraid to tell me Tun—yon de love mc*~ She drew a long breath through her half-closed Kgs Her eyes darkened with gala 'No I don't love yon Oh. I am so sorry to have given yon—” He was almost mdL.ni "Tell me the truth.” be cried triumphantly “Usnt bold any thing back, darling tf the— Is anything troubling yon. let me ■boulder It. I can—I will do any thing M the world lor you. Listen I knew there'a a mystery somewhere I have fett it about you always, have sewn it In your eyes. I have al ways sensed i? stealing over me nbe*i Tm with yon—this strange, bewilder ing ataaosgbsre ot—** Hows' You most not say anythin* •vore,” she cried out. "1 cannot love Km The— Is nothing more to he Hut 1 know it non. Ton do love •v I could shoot It to—" The mis erable, whipped repression In her eyes cheeked this onthn—i. He was struck By is even dismayed. "My dearest •aw. my leva.” be said, with infinite fmsrrwrw. "shat la It* Tell me*" . He mew her to turn His arm went bbowi her shoulders 1 be unal 'hull •*»—« Oar Vae Will Tall Me—Evary i through hie value. The wonderful of bar! His j mad vast whirl Jfca aat tkwt very still sad lore Mi nag, bar head to bar Ups. uttering ■i ward, scarcely brrathlag Ha wait ed. He gave bar use After a little white her bageea strayed to tbs crown Of her IraipL rakish pans ms. They to«ad tba sinnte hatpin and draw it aat Ha awhlS as ba pushed the bat Her hand stole upward and caressed hts brown cheek and throat. Tears of Joy started in his eyes—tears of ex quisite delight. "Good God. Hetty. I—I can't do without you.' he whispered, shaken by his passion. "Nothing can come between us. 1 must have you always like this." * Che sara, sara,'* she sighed, like the breath of the summer wind as it sings In the trees. The minutes passed and neither spoke. His rapt gaze hung upon the glossy crown that pressed against him so gently. He could not see her eyes, but somehow he felt they were tightly shut, as if in pain. "1 love you. Hetty. Nothing can matter." he whispered at last. "TeH me-srhat it is." She lifted her head and gently with drew herself from his embrace. He did cot oppose her. noting the serious, almost somber look in her eyes as she turned to regard him steadfastly, an unwavering integrity of purpose In their depths She had made up her mind to tell h m a part of the truth. "Brandon. I am Hetty Glynn." He started, not so much In surprise as at the abruptness with which she made the announcement. "I have been sure of it. dear, from toe beginning,” lie said quietly. Then her tongue was loosed. The words rushed to her lips. “I was Hmwkrlght's model for aix months. I pawed for all those studies, and for the big canvas In the academy. It was either that or starvation. Oh. jou will hate me—you must hate me.” He laid bis hand on her hair, a «aim smile on his lips. ”1' can't love and hate at the same time," he said. "There was nothing wrong In what you die for llawkrigbt. I am a paint er. you know. 1 understand. Does— ■lot* Mrs. Wrandall know all this?” "Ves—everything. She knows and understands. She is an angel, Bran don. an angel from heaven. But," she burst forth. ”1 am not altogether a sham. I am the daughter of Colonel Castleton. and 1 am cousin of all the Murgatroyds—the poor relation. It isn't ss if I were the scum of the earth. Is It? I am a Castleton. My father comes of a noble family. And, Brandon, the only thing I've ever done in my life that 1 am really ashamed of is the deception 1 practiced on you when you brought that magazine to me and faced me with it. I did not lie to you. I simply let you believe 1 was not the—the person you thought 1 was But I deceived you—" "No, you did not deceive me," he said gently. "I read the truth in your dear eyes.” "There are other things, too. 1 shall not speak of them, except to repeat that I have cot done anything else In my life that I shonld be ashamed of." Her eyes were burning with ear nestness. He could not but understand what she meant. Again he stroked her hair. "1 am sure of that.” he said. "My mother was Kitty Glynn, the actress My father, a younger son, fell in love with her. They were mar ned against tne wishes of his father, who cut him ofT. He was in the serv ice. and he was brave enough to stick. They went to one of the South Afri can garrisons, and I was born there. Then to India. Then back to London, where an aunt had died, leaving my father quite a comfortable fortune. But his old friends would have noth ing to do with him. He had lived— well, he had made life a hell for my mot'icr in those frontier posts. He de serted us in the end. after he had squandered the fortune. My mother made no effort to compel him to pro vide for her or for me. She was proud She was hurt. Today he Is in ’ndia. still in the service,-ta mar tinet with a record for bravery on the field of battle that cannot be taken from him. no matter what else may befall. I bear from him once or twice a year. That te all I can tell you about him. My mother died three years ago. after two years of Invalid ism. During those years I tried to repay her for the sacrifice she had made in giving me the education, the—’ She choked up for a second, and then went bravely on. "Her old manager made a place for me in one of his companies. 1 took my mother's name. Hetty Glynn, and—well, for a ,-euaon and a half I was in the chorus, f could not stay there. I could not,” she repeated w ith a shudder. "I gave -t up after my mother's death. I was lately well equipped for work as a children's governeas, so 1 engaged my self to--” She stopped in dismay, for be was laughing. And now do you know what I think of you. Miss Hetty Glynn?” he cried, seizing her hands and regarding her with a werlouB, steadfast gleam in hta ej *a. “You are the pluckiest, sandiest girt I've ever known. You are the k.tid that heroines are made of. There is nothing tn what you’ve told me that couid in the least alter my regard for you. except to Increase the love I thought could be no stronger. Will you marry me. Hetty?” She jerked her hands away, and held them clenched against her breast. “No! 1 cannot. It la impossible, Brandon. If I loved you less than I do, I might say yes, but—no, it Is Im possible.” His eyes narrowed. A gray shadow <rept over his face. "There can be only one obstacle so serious ss all that," he said slowly. "You—you are already married." "No!* she cried, lifting her pathetic eyes to his. "It lan’t that Oh, please be good to me! Don't ask me to say anything more. Don't make It hard lor me, Brandon. I love you—1 love you. To be your wife would be the most glorious—No. no! I must not even think of It. I must put it out of my mind. There is a barrier, dear est. Ws cannot surmount it. Don’t ask me to tell you. for I cannot. 1—1 am so happy in knowing that you love me, and that you still love me after I have told you how mean and shame less 1 was in deceiving—■“ He drew her close and kissed her full on the trembling Ups. She gasped and closed her eyes, lying like one in a swoon. Soft, moaning sounds came from her lips. He could not help feel ing a vast pity for her, she was so gentle, eo miserably burt by some thing he could not understand, but knew to be monumental in its power • to oppress. "Listen, dearest,” he said, after a long silence; “I understand this much, at least: you can’t talk about it now. Whatever it is. it hurts, and God knows I don’t want to make it worse for you in this hour when 1 am so selfishly happy. Time will show us the way. It can't be insurmountable. Love always triumphs. I only ask you to repeat those three little words, and I will be content. Say them.” ”1 love you.” she murmured. "There! You are mine! Three little words bind you to me forever. I will wait until the barrier is down. Then I will take you.” "The barrier grows stronger every day," €he said, staring out beyond the tree-tops at the scudding clouds. “It never can be removed.’ “Some day you will tell me—every thing?" She hesitated long. “Yes, before God. Brandon, I will tell you. Not now, but—some day. Then you will see why—why 1 cannot—” She could not complete the sentence. ”1 don’t believe there is anything you can tell me that will alter my feelings toward you,” he said firmly. "The barrier may be insurmountable, but my love is everlasting.” "I can only thank you, dear, and— love you with all my wretched heart." “You are not pledged to some one else?” "No.” "Tliat’e all I want to know,” he said, with a deep breath. “I thought it might be—Leslie." "No, no!” she cried out, and h# caught a note of horror in her voice. "Does he know this — this thing you can’t tell me?” he demand ed, a harsh note of jealousy in his voice. She looked at him, hurt by his tone. "Sara knows.” she said. “There is "She Doesn't Seem Especially Over joyed to See Me.” no one else. But you are not to ques tion her. I demand it of you.” “I will wait for you to tell me." he said gently. — CHAPTER XII. Sara Wrandall Finds the Truth. Sara had kept the three Wrandalls over for luncheon. "My dear,” said Mrs. Redmond Wrandall, as she stood before Hetty’s portrait at the end of the long living room. “I must say that Brandon has succeeded in catching that lovely little something that makes her so—what shall I say?—so mysterious? Is that what I want? The word is as elusive as the expression.” "Subtle is the word you want, mother,” said Vivian, standing beside Leslie, tall, slim and aristocratic, her hands behind her back, bar manner one of absolute indifference. Vivian was more than handsome; she was striking. "There isn't anything subtle about Hetty,” said Sara, with a laugh. "She's quite ingenuous.” Leslie was pulling at his mustache, and frowning slightly. The sunburn on his nose and forehead had begun to peel off in chappy little flakes. "Ripping likeness, though." was his comment. “Oh, perfect,” said his mother. “Really wonderful. It will make Bran don famous.” "She’s so healthy-looklng,” said Vivian. "English," remarked Leslie, as if that covered everything. • Nonsense,” cried the elder Mrs. Wrandall, lifting her lorgnette again. “Pure, honest, unmlxed blood, that's what it is. There is birth in that girl's face." “You’re always talking about birth, mother," said her son sourly, as he turned away. “It’s a good thing to have," said his mother with conviction. “It's an easy thing to get In Amer ica," said he, pulling out his cigarette case. It was then that Sara prevailed upon them to stop for luncheon. “Hetty al ways takes these long walks in the morning, and she will be disappointed if she finds you haven’t waited—” • “Oh, as for that—” began Leslie and stopped, but he could not have been more lucid if he had uttered the sen tence in full. [ '“Why didn’t you pick her us sad | bring her home with you?" asked Sara, I as they moved off in the direction of i the porch. ‘ She seemed to be taking Brandy j out for his morning exercise," said he • surlily. "Far be it from me to— i Urnph!” i Sara repressed the start of surprise. She thought Hetty was alone. "She will bring him in for luncheon, I suppose," She said carelessly, al 1 though there was a slight contraction | of the eyelids. "He is a privileged ; character." It was long past the luncheon hour I when Hetty came in, flushed and warm. She was alone, and she had I been walking rapidly. “Oh, I’m sorry to be so late." she apologized, darting a look of anxiety at Sara. “We grew careless with time. Am I shockingly late?" She was shaking hands with Mrs. Redmond Wrandall as she spoke. Les lie and Vivian stood by, rigidly await ing their turn. Neither appeared to be eepecially cordial. "What is the passing of an hour, my dear.” said the old lady, “to one who is young and can spare it?” "I did not expect you—I mean to say. nothing was said about luncheon, was there, Sara?” She was in a pretty state of confusion. “No," said Leslie, breaking in; “we butted in. that’s all. How are you?" He clasped her hand and bent over it. She was regarding him with slightly dilated eyes. He misinterpreted the steady scrutiny. “Oh, it will all peel off in a day or two," he explained, go ing a shade redder. "When did you return?” she asked. "I thought tomorrow was—” "Leslie never has any tomorrows. Miss Castleton,” explained Vivian. “He alwayB does tomorrow's work today. That’s why he never has any troubles ahead of him.” “What rot!" exclaimed Leslie. “Where is Mr. Booth?" inquired Sara. “Wouldn’t he come in. Hetty?” "I—I didn’t think to ask him to stop for luncheon.’ she replied, and then hurried off to her room to make herself presentable. Hetty was in a state of nervous ex citement during the luncheon. The encounter with Booth had not resulted at all as she had fancied it would. She had betrayed herself in a most discon certing manner, and now was more deeply involved than ever before. She had been determined at the outset, ehe had failed, and now he had a claim—an incontestable claim against her. She found it difficult to meet Sara’s steady, questioning gaze. She wanted to be alone. After luncheon, Leslie drew Sara aside. “I must say she doesn’t seem espe cially overjoyed to see me.’’ he growled. “She’s as cool as ice.” “What do you expect, Leslie?” ehe demanded with some asperity. “I can’t stand this much longer, Sara.” he said. “Don't you see how things are going? She's losing her heart to Booth.” “I don't see how we can prevent it” “By gad. I’ll have another try at it—tonight I say, has she said—any thing?” “She pities you,” she said, a ma licious joy in her soul. “That's akin to something else, you know.” "Confound it all, I don’t want to be pitied!” “Then I’d advise you to defer your ‘try’ at it.” she remarked. “I’m mad about her, Sara. I can’t sleep, I can’t think, I can't—yes, I can eat, but it doesn’t taste right to me. I've just got to have it settled. Why, people are beginning to notice the change in me. They say all sorts of things. About my liver, and all that sort of thing. I'm going to settle it tonight. It’s been nearly three weeks now. She’e surely had time to think it over; how much better everything will be for her, and all that. She’s no fool, Sara. And do you know what Vivian's doing thfs very instant over there in the corner? She's inviting her to spend a fortnight over at our place. If she comes—well, that means the engagement will be announced at once.” Sara did not marvel at hie assur ance in the face of what had gone be fore. She knew him too well. In spite of the original rebuff, he was thor oughly satisfied in his own mind that Hetty Castleton would not be such a fool as to refuse him the second time. “It is barely possible, Leslie.” she said, “that she may consider Brandon Booth quite ae good a catch as you, and infinitely better looking at the p/esent moment." “It's this beastly sunburn," he la mented. rubbing his nose gently, think ing first of his person. An instant later he was thinking of the other half of the declaration. “That's Just what I’ve been afraid of," he said. "I told you what would happen if that portrait nonsense went on forever. It's your fault, Sara.” “But I have reason to believe she will not accept him, if it goes so far as that. You are quite safe in that direction." “Qad, I'd hate to risk it,” he mut tered. “I have a feeling she's in love with him.” Vivian approached. “Sara, you must let me have Miss Castleton for the first two weeks in July.” she said se renely. “I can’t do It, Vivian,” said the other promptly. “I can't bear the thought of being alone in this big old barn of a place. Nice of you to want her,, but—” "Oh, don’t be selfish, Sara,” cried Vivian. “Tou don’t know how much I de pend on her,” said Sara. “I’d ask yon over, too, dear, if there weren’t so many others coming. 1 don’t know where we’re going to put them. You understand, don’t you?” “Perfectly,” said her sister-in-law. "But I’ve been counting on—Hetty." "I say, Sara,” broke in Leslie, “you ; could go up to Bar Harbor with the l Williamsons at that time. Tell her about the invitation, Vivie.” "It isn't necessary,” said Sara cold ly. "I scarcely know the William eons.” She hesitated an Instant and then went on with sardonic dismay: "They're in trade, you know.” “That's nothing against ’em.” pro tested he. “Awfully Jolly people— really ripping. Ain’t they. Vlv?” “I don't know them well enough to say,” said Vivian, turning away “I only know we're all snobs of the worst sort.” "Just a minute, Viv,” he called out. "What does Miss Castleton say about coming?” It was an eager question. Much depended on the reply. "I haven't asked her,” said his sis ter succinctly. "How could I, without first consulting Sara?” "Then you don't intend to ask her?" “Certainly not.” After the Wrandalls had departed. Sara took Hetty off to her room. The girl knew what was coming. "Hetty," said the older woman, fac ing her after she had closed the door of her boudoir, “what is going on be tween you and Brandon Booth? I must have the truth. Are you doing anything foolish?” “Foolish? Heaven help me, no! It—it is a tragedy,” cried Hetty, meet ing her gaze with one of utter despair. ' \\ hat has happened? Tell me!” "What am I to do, Sara darling? He—he has told me that he—he—” "Loves you?” ”1^8.” “And you have told him that his love ie returned?" ”1 couldn’t help It. I was carried away. I did not mean to let him see that I—” "You are such a novice in the busi ness of love,” said Sara sneeringly. "You are in the habit of being carried away, I fear.” "Oh, Sara!” "You must put a stop to all this at once. How can you think of marry ing him, Hetty Glynn? Send him—” "I do not intend to marry him,’’ said the girl, suddenly calm and dignified. "I am to draw but one conclusion, I suppose,” said the other, regarding the girl intently. "What do you mean?” "Is it necessary to ask that ques tion?” The puzzled expression remained in the girl's eyes for a time, and then slowly gave way to one of absolute horror. "How dare you suggest such a thing?” she cried, turning pale, then I crimson. "How dare you?” Sara laughed shortly. "Isn’t the in- I ference a natural one? You are for- j getting yourself.” "I understand,” said the girl, through | pallid lips. Her eyes were dark with pain and misery. “You think I am al-1 together bad.” She drooped percept- j ibly. "You went to Burton’s inn,” senten tiously. “But, Sara, you must believe me. I did not know he was—married. For ( God's sake, do me the justice to—” I "But you went there with him,” in- j seated the other, her eyes hard as I steel. "It doesn't matter whether he ! was married—or free. You went.” Hetty threw herself upon her com- ' panion's breast and wound her strong ! arms about her. "Sara. Sara, you must let me ex-1 plain—you must let me tell you every- ! thing. Don't stop me! You have re- j fused to hear my plea—” “And I still refuse:” cried Sara, throwing her off angrily. "Good God. do you think 1 will listen to you? If j you utter another word, I will— \ strangle you!” Hetty shrank back, terrified. Slowly j she moved backward in the direction of the door, never taking her eyes from the impassioned face of her pro tector. "Don't. Sara, please don't!” she ' FELT SHE HAD BEEN FAMILIAR Horrible Discovery by Mrs. Flint Had Considerably Disturbed Her Composure. Ellen Terry, the famous English actress, tells this story: "Mrs. Flint came home from a caH one day in such a disturbed condition that it was evident thaf tears were not far in the background. Her hus band gazed at her inquiringly for a moment but she made haste to ex plain before be could advance any questions. “ ‘Will,’ said she. I am so morti fied that I don’t know what to do!’ “‘What’s up. little one?’ Mr. Flint inquired flippantly. "‘I have just been calling on Mrs. Boutelle. You know her husband. Major Boutelle?’ " ’Yes.’ “ ‘Well, I just learned today that "Major” Isn't his tittle at all. Major ’ is bis first name.’ “’Why. sure it Is. I've always known that. What Is there so morti fying about it?* “ ’Nothing,' Mrs. Flint answered, with a groan, ‘only that I’ve been calling him "Major” every time I've met him for the last six years!’” Good Reason. William J. Burns, at a banquet In New York, told a number of detective stories. "And then there was Lecoq,” said Mr. Burns. ’ "Lecoq, late one night, was pursuing bis homeward way when, from a dark, mysterious looking house set in a weed-grown I garden, he heard loud shouts and , roars of: Murder! Oh, heavens! Help! You're killing me! Murder!' • It was the work of an instant for Lecoq to vault the crumbling fence, tear through the weedy garden, and thunder at the door of the mysterious house. ' A young girl appeared. ‘"What's wanted'.” she asked ro litely. “ ‘I heard dreadful cries and yells,’ panted Lecoq. -Tell me what is wrong!’ The young girl blushed and an swered with an embarrassed air: " Well. sir. if you must know, ma’s putting a patch on pa’s trousers and he's got 'em on.’ ” Go Deeper for Plumbago. In the plumbago district of Ceylon the supply near the surface has been practically exhausted, and the mine owners in going deeper are confront with the water problem, which they now recognize means the installation of modern maohineiy, including now erful pumps. The picturesque wUl be come a matter of memory, for buckets and hand pumps operated by coolie la bor will be discarded. Plumbago 1. the most important mineral exI)0rt from Ceylon, and more than half of the total output comes to the United States. Each a Law Unto Himself Men are like trees; each one must pnt forth the leaf that is created In him. Education Is only like good cul ture; it changes the size but not the sort—H. W. Beecher. .. ' SL-. ■- , -■ • . ■ iv\ i begged. "Don’t look at me like that! I promise—I promise. Forgive me! I would not give you an instant's pain for all the world. You would suffer, you would—” Sara suddenly put her hands over her eyes. A single moan escaped her Ups—a hoarse gasp of pain. ’’Dearest!" cried Hetty, springing to her side. , Sara threw her head up and met her with a cold, repelling look. "Wait!" she commanded. “The time has come when you should know what Is in my mind, and has been for months. It concerns you. I expect you to marry Leslie Wrandall." Hetty stopped short. “How can you jest with me. Sara?" she cried, suddenly indignant. “I am not jesting.” said Sara lev elly. "You—you—really mean—what you “If You Utter Another Word, I Will Strangle You!” have just said?" The puzzled look gave way to one of revulsion. A great shudder 6wept over her. “Leslie Wrandall must pay his brother's debt to you." “My God!” fell from the girl’s stiff lips. “You—you must be going mad— mad! ” Sara laughed softly. “I have meant it almost from the beginning.” she said. “It came to my mind the day that Challis was buried. It has never been out of it for an instant since that day. Now you understand.” If she expected Hetty to fall into a fit of weeping, to collapse, to plead with her for mercy, she was soon to find herself mistaken. The girl straightened up suddenly and met her gaze with one in which there was the fierce determination. Her eyes were steady, her bosom heaved. “And I have loved you so devotedly —so blindly,” she said, in low tones of 6corn. “You have been hating me all these months while I thought you were loving me. What a fool I have been! I might have known. You couldn't love me.” "When Leslie asks you tonight to marry him, you are to say that you will do so,” said Sara, betraying no sign of having heard the bitter words. “I shall refuse, Sara.” said Hetty, every vestige of color gone from her face. “There is an alternative," an nounced the other deliberately. “You will expose me to—him? To his family?” ‘T shall turn you over to them, to let them do what they will with you. If you go ue his wife, the secret is safe. If not. they may have you as you really are. to destroy, to annihi late. Take your choice, my dear." "And you, Sara?” asked the girl qui etly. "What explanation will you have to ofTer for all these months of protection?” Her companion stared.' "Has the prospect no terror for you?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) Hadn't Tested Him. “Is he a friend of yours?” “I don't know. I've never tried to borrow inou ey from him or asked him to get a relative a job. "—Detroit Free Press. TOP.. JWIf DRPGGIST WII.I. TEH. YOU Try Murine fcye Remedy for Red. Weak W ilerr ^•yes and Granulated KyeUdx .No Smartinu just Rye Comfon. Write for Book of Hie Kv« mail tree. Murine K;e Remedy Co., CUiua«o! Days of Grace. "Say, have you forgotten that you owe me 100 francs?” “No. not yet; give me time!” Ten smiles for a nickel. Always buy Red Cross Ball Blue; have beautiful clear white clothes. Adv. The electric fan is more apt to keep us cool than the baseball fan. Experience Has Taught You that if you neglect the Stomach, Liver and Bowels you must pay the penalty — that means Sick Head ache, Loss of Ap petite, Indigestion, Constipation, Cramps and Biliousness. Be wise, and resort to HOSTETTER’S STOMACH BITTERS I promptly. It will help I “sidetrack''such troubles. I 35 BUSHELS PER ACRE! _ was the yield of WHEAT i on many farms in Western Canada in 1913, some yields being reported as high as SO bushels per acre. As high as 100 bushels were _ recorded in some j districts for oats, 1 SO bushels for barley and I ! from 10 to 20 bus. for flax. I d J. Keys arrived in the ■» country 5 years ago from If fl Denmark with very little it -J means. He homesteaded, wft d worked hard, is now the Kfi JE owner of 320 acres of land. iJs in 1913 had a crop of 200 Jg t acres, which will realize him l*S g» about $4,000. His wheat HP vfi weighed 68 lbs. to the bushel #i Sffl and averaged over 35 bushels F JL to the acre. :;' J Thousands of similar in J stances might be related of the (I f homesteaders in Manitoba, Sas- 1 B katchewan and Alberta. 1 I The crop of 1913 was an abun- M dant one everywhere in Western Canada. Ask for descriptive literature and reduced railway rates. Apply to Superintendent of Immigration. Ottawa. Canada, or W. V. BENNETT, Bee Building, Omaha, Neb, Canadian Government Agent DAISY FLY KILLER placed anywhere, at tracts and kill* all flies. Neat, clean, or namental. convenient, cheap Lasts all season. Made or metal, can'tsplllortlp over; win not soil or i njure anything. Guaranteed effective. All dealers or« sent express paid for ll.QO. : UAttULU bumlas, 150 D#A*n> At* . Brooklyn, B. T. Nebraska Directory THE PAXTON i™ Rooms from H-00 up single, 75 cents up double. CAFE PRICES REASONABLE Hirl’e Trimmer, OmmmorGradesand High Jc tool. UII1 5 All branches taught. Bo-trding department ij _ i limited to twelve girls. Special department Ideal lor little girls from six to thirteen rear. _ . . Children nnder snpervlsion of teachers at. \fhnnl all times. For terms, address Wlilttoo ut,uuui t arjj„i0 School. Lincoln, Nshnuka BLISS * WELLMAN Livs Stock Commission Merchants 254-356 Kichauge Building, South Omaha I All hiock c*>nsigm-d to ns is sold bv members of Urns Tirru. and all employees have been selected and trained tor the work which they do. WHic-phun^-.Aip a* and supplies. Largest laW Ul\ house in the west- All PIPJKUIIIfi Kastman goods. W e pay re* Ihlignmu turn postage on finishing. THE ROBERT DEMPSTER CO., 1813 Famam Street Eastman Kodak Co. Omaha, Neb. Come direct to this store when you need glasses GLOBE OPTICAL CO. Northeast corner 16tti and Farnam Sts.. Omaha. Nelrr. Established 17 years. Kail us your broken glasses, win re pair and return the sau « tin« Everybody’s Jewelers Th© best by ©very test. 8© 11 and repair «Tery kind of jewelry goods through price list or call. T. 1„ COMBS ft CO., The Busy Jewe lers 1520 Douglas St., Omaha WORMS KILL PIGS gM Diamond W. Worm Bxpekier and ?og To,?ic will positively remove the onr bogs in fine condition. Tell us COMI'ANY, lao N. 11th St., Omahu. Neb. DOCTORS mach a mach DENTISTS k.2f?.FJ°*r P*‘*0I> Block iloth&FarnamSts,Omaha 7 **••* equipped Dental Oflh es In Omaha. Reasonable prices Special discount to all people living outside of Omaha Anti-Hog Cholera Serum cho:era°?nr immurii*l°K them apainst utora ^.T8*91 Producers and distrib ®erum in th« world. Hogs call be im mimed at a very low cost. Write or wire for S)mpa\y”'*i"8 PETKRS SERUM COMPANY, 251- O STREET, SOUTH OMAHA BOWLES Vm-?USI2CK COMMISSION COMPANY SOUTH OMAHA—CHICACiO—PANSAS CITY Good Sales —Satisfactory Fills—Prompt Returns Order Buying a Specialty B. B. COMBS uptomotrist 1520 Douglas St.. Omaha ' Everything Optical nVVTrv n__ ____ __ __MO., XM3L10TQO 90 DEFIANCE STARCH is constantly growing in favor bscanse it Does Not Stick to the Iron and it will not injure the finest fabric For i£‘r?°,ses '* has 00 equal. 16 or. lnore starch f°r same money DEFIANCE STARCH CO. Omaha. Nebraska W. N. U, OMAHA, NO. 27-1914.
