m am spy • * The Mystery of a Silent Love • • ^f-Chcvalier WILLIAM LE QIJEUX ‘ (J AUTHOR •/DlCCLOBED BOOK,“ETC ILLUSTRATIONS fy CDRHODES ft>0rrrcsrT or TXT $srARr i£T njOLURRC CO m w w SYNOPSIS. T e ys tit L*>:* narrowly escape* wreck •» Leghorn b*rt« t- < Jordon Gregg, locum tetwn* for the Hri-’.*!: consul. 1* called upon »>v Hornhv th.- txvla's owner, and •<»•-* aboard with him and his friend. Mvlton <*ti«ter Aboard the yacht he ac cidentally *ee» a room full of arms and ammunition and a torn photograph of a > ».rr girt. Tl.at night the consul's safe U robbed and the Lola put* suddenly to ►a The p dice And that Hornby Is a f-a d and the I-ola's name a false one. Gregg visit* t'apt Jack Purnford of the •nartnee aboard his vessel, and Is sur »oa«-d U- learn that [turn ford knows, kit will not reveal, the mvaiery of the I -da “It concerns a woman " In Lon dew Gregg hi trapped nearly to his death kv a former servant. Olinto. who repents la time to save him. but not to give a rea son for his treachery Visiting In Dum fries Gregg meets Muriel I-elthcourt. wh Is strangely aff te» days before, but was returning to Rannoch again at the end of the week. “We couldn't afford to lose him." she declared to my aunt "He is so awfully humorous—his droll sayings xnd antics keep us in a perfect roat **ch night at dinner He's such a per fect mimic" I turned away and strolled with Muriel, pleading an excuse to show km- my unde's beautiful grounds, not s whit leas picturesque than those of the castle, and perhaps rather better aept "I only beard yesterday of your en cagement. Miss Leithcourt." I re marked presently w hen we were alone. “Allow me to offer my best congratula tions. When you introduced me to Mr. Woodroffe the other day I had no idea that he was to be your husband.” She glanced at me quickly, and I saw in her dark eyes a look of suspicion. Then she flushed slightly, and laugh ing uneasily said, in a blank, hard voice: "It's very good of you, Mr. Gregg, to wish me all sorts of such pleasant things." “And when is the happy event to take place?” “The date is not exactly fixed—early next year, I believe,” and I thought she sighed. “And you will probably spend a good deal of time yachting?” I sug gested. my eyes fixed upon her In or der to watch the result of my pointed remark. But she controlled herself perfectly. “Mr. Woodroffe has gone up to town, your mother says.” “Yes. He received a wire, and had to leave immediately. It was an awful bore, for we had arranged to go for a picnic to Dundrennan abbey yester day.” “But he'll be back here again, won’t he?” “I really don't know. It seems quite uncertain. I had a letter this morn ing which said he might have to go over to Hamburg on business, instead of coming up to us again.” There was disappointment in her voice, and yet at the same time I could not fail to recognize how the man to whom she was engaged had fled from Scotland because of my pres ence. As we passed along those graveled walks it somehow became vividly im pressed upon me that her marriage was being forced upon her by her par I ents. Her manner was that "#f one who was concealing some strange and terrible secret which she feared might be revealed. There was a distant look of unutterable terror in those dark eyes as though she existed in some constant and ever-present dread. Of The Picture Wu That of a Young Girl. course she told me nothing of her own feelings or affections, yet I recognized in both her words and her bearing a curious apathy—a want of the real en thusiasm of affection. Woodroffe, much her senior, was her father’s friend, and It therefore seemed to me more than likely that Lelthcourt was pressing a matrimonial alliance upon his daugh ter for some ulterior motive. She was perplexed; she longed to confide and seek advice of someone, yet by reason of some hidden and untoward circum stance her lips were sealed. I tried to question her further re garding Woodroffe, of what profession he followed and of his past, but she evidently suspected me, for I had un fortunately mentioned the Lola. Martin Woodroffe did not rejoin the house party at Rannoch. Although I remained the guest of my uncle much longer than 1 intended. Indeed right through the shooting season, In order to watch the Lelthcourts, yet as far aa we could Judge they were extremely well-bred people and very hospitable. We exchanged a good many visits and dinners, and while my uncle several times invited Leithcourt and his friends to his shoot with al fresco luncheon, which the ladies joined, the tenant of Rannoch always invited us back in return. Thus I gained many opportunities of talking with Muriel, and of watching her closely. I had the reputation of being a confirmed bachelor, and on ac count of that it seemed that she was in no way averse to my companion ship. She could handle a rook rifle as well as any woman, and was really a very fair shot. We often found our selves alone tramping across the wide open moorland, or along those delight ful glens of the Nithsdale, glorious in the autumn tints of their luxurious foliage. Her father, on the other hand, seemed to view me with considerable suspicion, and I could easily discern that I was only asked to Rannoch be cause it was impossible to invite my uncle without including myself. His pronounced antipathy towards me caused me to watch him surrepti tiously, and more closely than perhaps I should otherwise have done. He was a man of gloomy mood, and often he would leave his guests and take walks alone, musing and brooding. On sev eral occasions I followed him in secret, and found to my surprise that although he made long detours in various direc tions, vet he always arrived at the same spot at the same hour—live o’clock. The place where he halted was on the edge of a dark wood on the brow of a hill about three miles from Ran noch. Leithcourt never went there di rect, but always so timed his walks that he arrived just at five, and re mained there smoking cigarettes until half-past, as though awaiting the ar rival of some person he expected. In my youth I had sat many a quiet hour there in the darkening gloom and knew the wood well, and was able to watch the tenant of Rannoch from points where he least suspected the presence of another. Once, when I was alone with Muriel, I mentioned her father's capacity for walking alone, whereupon she said: “Oh, yes, he was always fond of walking. He used to take me with him when we first came here, but he always went so far that I refused to go any more.” She never once mentioned Wood rofte. I allowed her plenty of oppor tunity for doing so, chaffing her about her forthcoming marriage in order that she might again refer to him. But j never did his name pass her lips. 1 I understood that he had gone abroad— ! that was all. Often when alone I reflected upon my curious adventure on that night when I met Ollnto, and of my narrow escape from the hands of my unknown enemies. I wondered if that ingenious and dastardly attempt upon my life had really any connection with that ! strange incident at Leghorn. As day | succeeded day, ray mind became tilled ' by increasing suspicion. Mystery sur rounded me on every hand. Indeed. ! by one curious fact alone it was in-1 creased a hundredfold. Late one afternoon, when I had been out shooting all day with the Rannoch party, I drove back to the castle in the Perth cart with three other men. and found the ladies assembled in the great ball with tea ready. A welcome log fire was blazing in the huge old grate, for in October it is chilly and damp in Scotland and a fire is pleasant at evening. Muriel was seated upon the high padded fender—like those one has at clubs—which always formed a cozy spot for the ladles, especially after dinner. When I entered, she rose quick ly and handed me my cup, exclaiming as she looked at me: “Oh. Mr. Gregg! What a state you are in!" “Yes, I was after snipe, and slipped into a bog," I laughed. “But It was early this morning, and the mud has dried.” “Come with me, and I'll get you a brush,” she urged. And I followed her through the long corridors and up stairs to a small sitting-room which was her own little sanctum, where she worked and read—a cozy little place with two queer old windows in the colossal wall, and a floor of polished oak, and great black beams above. As my eyes wandered around the room they suddenly fell upon an object which caused me to start with pro found wonder—a cabinet photograph in a frame of crimson leather. The picture was that of a young girl —a duplicate of the portrait I had found tom across and flung aside on board the Lola! The merry eyes laughed out at me as I stood staring at it in sheer be wilderment. “What a pretty girl!” I exclaimed quickly, concealing my surprise. “Who is she?” My companion was silent a moment, her dark eyes meeting mine with a strange look of inquiry. “Yes,” she laughed, "everyone ad mires her. She was a schoolfellow of mine—Elma Heath.” "Heath!” I echoed. “Where was she at school with you?” “At Chichester.” "Long ago?” “A little over two years ago.” “She's very beautiful!” I declared, taking up the photograph and discov ering that It bore the name of the same well-known photographer in New Bond street as that I had found on the car pet of the Lola in the Mediterranean. “Yes. She’s really prettier than her photograph. It hardly does her jus tice.” "And where is she now?” "Why are you so very inquisitive, Mr. Gregg?” laughed the handsome girl. “Have you actually fallen in love with her from her picture?” “I’m hardly given to that kind of thing. Miss Leithcourt,” I answered with mock severity. “I don’t think even my worst enemy could call me a flirt, could she?” “No. I will give you your due,” she declared. “You never do flirt. That is why I like you.” “Thanks for your candor. Miss Leith court.” I said. “Only,” she added, “you seem smit ten with Elma's charms.” “I think she’s extremely pretty," I remarked, with the photograph still in my hand. “Do you ever see her now?” “Never,” she replied. “Since the day I left school we have never met. She w-as several years younger than myself, and 1 heard that a week after I left Chichester her people came and took her away. Where she is now I have no idea. Her people lived some where in Durham. Her father was a doctor.” “Then you have heard absolutely nothing as to her present position or whereabouts—whether she is married, for instance?” “Ah!” she cried mischievously. “You betray yourself by your own words. I Listened, Trying to Distinguish the Words Uttered. You have fallen in love with her, I really believe. Mr. Gregg. If she knew, she'd be most gratified—or at least, she ought to be.” At which I smiled, preferring that she should adopt that theory in pref erence to any other. She spoke frankly, as a pure honest girl would speak. She was not jealous, but she neverthless resented—as wom en do resent such things—that 1 should fall in love with a friend's photograph. There was a mystery surrounding that torn picture; of that I was abso lutely certain. The remembrance of that memorable evening when I had dined on board the Lola arose vividly before me. Why had the girl's por trait been so ruthlessly destroyed? Hour by hour the mystery surrounding the Leithcourts became more inscrut able, more intensely absorbing. I had searched a copy of the London direc tory at the Station hotel at Carlisle, and found that no house in Green street was registered as occupied by the tenant of Rannoch; and. further, when 1 came to examine the list of guests at the castle, I found that they were really persons unknown in so ciety. Leithcourt seemed to possess a long pocket and smiled upon those parasites, officers of doubtful com mission and younger sprigs of the pseudo-aristocracy who surrounded him, while his wife, keen-eyed and of superb bearing, was punctilious con cerning all points of etiquette, and at the same time Indefatigable that her mixed set of guests should enjoy a really good time. Next day 1 shot with the Carmichaels of Crossburn, and about four o'clock, after a good day, took leave of the party in the Black Glen, and started off alone to walk home, a distance of about six miles. It was already grow ing dusk, and would be quite dark, I knew, before I reached my uncle's house. My most direct way was to follow the river for about two miles and then strike straight across the large dense woods, and afterwards over a wide moor full of treacheruu. bogs and pitfalls for the unwary. My gun over my shoulder, l had walked on for about three-quarters or an hour, and had nearly traversed tbe wood, at that hour so dark that 1 had considerable difficulty in finding my way, when—of a sudden—I fancied 1 distinguished voices. I halted. Yes. Men were talking in low tones of confidence, and in that calm stillness of evening they appeared nearer to me than they actually were. I listened, trying to distinguish the words uttered, but cquld make out nothing. They were moving slowly to gether, in close vicinity to myself, for their feet stirred the dry leaves, and 1 could hear the boughs cracking as they forced their way through them. Of a sudden, while standing there not daring to breathe lest I should be tray my presence, a strange sound fell upon my eager ears. Next moment I realized that I was at that place where Liithcourt so persist ently kept his disappointed tryst, hav ing approached it from within the wood. The sound alarmed me, and yet it was neither an explosion of tire arms nor a startling cry for help. One word reached me in the dark ness—one single word of bitter and withering reproach. Heedless of the risk I ran and the peril to which I exposed myself, 1 dashed forward with a resolve to pene trate lh$ mystery, until I came to the gap in the rough stone wall where Leithcourt’s habit was tolialt each day at sundown. There, in the falling darkness, the sight that met my eyes at the spot held me rigid, appalled, stupefied. In that instant I realized the truth— a truth that was surely the strangest ever revealed to any man. CHAPTER V. Contains Certain Confidences. As I dashed forward to the gap in the boundary wall of the wood. I near ly stumbled over a form lying across the narrow path. So dark was it beneath the trees that at first I could not plainly make out what it w^s until I bent and my hands touched the garments of a worn an. Her hat had fallen off. for I felt it beneath my feet, while the cloak was a thick woolen one. Was she dead, I wondered? That cry—that single word of reproach— sounded in my ears, and it seemed plain that she had been struck down ruthlessly after an exchange of angry words. I felt in my pocket for my vestas, but unfortunately my box was empty. Yet just at that moment my strained ears caught a sound—the sound of someone moving stealthily among the fallen leaves. Seizing my gun, I de manded who was there. There was, however, no response. The instant I spoke the movement ceased. It seemed evident that a tragedy had occurred, and that the victim at my feet was a woman. But who? Of a sudden, while I stood hesitat ing. blaming myself for being without matches. I heard the movement re peated. Someone was quickly reced ing—escaping from the spot. I sprang through the gap. straining my eyes into the gloom, and as I did so could just distinguish a dark figure receding quickly beneath the wall of the wood In an instant I dashed after it. Down the steep hill to the Scarwater I fol lowed the fugitive, crossing the old footbridge near Penpont. and then up a wild winding glen towards the Cairnmore of Deugh. For a couple of miles or more I was close behind, un til, at a turn in the dark wooded glen where it branched in two directions. I lost all trace of the person who flew from me. Whoever it was they had very cleverly gone into hiding in the undergrowth of one or other of the two glens—which, I could not decide. I stood out of breath, the perspira tion pouring from me. undecided how to act. Was it Leithcourt himself whom I had surprised? That idea somehow became im pressed upon me. and I suddenly re solved to go boldly across to Rannoch and ascertain for myself. Therefore, with the excuse that I was belated on my walk home, I turned back down the glen, and half an hour afterward entered the great well-lighted hall of the castle where the guests, ready dressed, were assembling prior to din ner. 1 was welcomed warmly, and just then Leithcourt himself Joined his guests, ready dressed in his dinner jacket, having just descended from his room. ••Hulloa, Gregg ! ” he exclaimed heart ily, holding out his hand. “Had a long day of it, evidently. Good sport with Carmichael—eh ?" “Very fair,” I said. “I remained longer with him than I ought to have done, and have got belated on my way home, so looked in for a refresher." “Quite right,” he laughed merrily, “You’re always welcome, you know I‘d have been annoyed If I knew you had passed without coming in.” • (TO BE CONTINUED.) SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE Onm Need Not Co Far From the Haunts of Man to Hear Bird's Sweet Strains. One of our great American natural lets once went to England In hope to Sear the nightingale Although be wandered for many miles over Surrey end Hampshire, his search was w-ell sigh fruitless. Had he gone no farth er than the outskirts of London, he might hare fared .better. There are ■till certain apou in the suburbs to which the nightingale returns year af ter year. One of them Is Wimbledon Common, w here the bird sings every spring, oft en. however, quite unrecognized by those who hear him It Is commonly believed that because, as all the world taows. the nightingale slugs by night, hw aeeps silence during the day. Nev er was delusion more ill-founded. It might he la part accounted for If the n.rd were of a particularly timid and fearful nature But be is not; in fact, eigutlngales are. as a rule, least shy where they are most accustomed to i man's presence. Not only does this much misunder stood bird (some nightingales, of course, more than others) sing at In tervals all day long, but he appears at times to take delight In singing to a crowd. HAD CONFIDENCE IN PEOPLE California Newsboy Lost Nothing by Trusting to the Honesty of His Customers. Most people are honest; so, at least reasons a newsboy in a California town, and he has clear Justification for his confidence. The reporter of the following incident was in a downtown drug store when a stranger came in with a copy of a newspaper, and asked change for a dime. He said that be wanted to pay for his newspaper. Someone remarked that for his part he let the newsboys find their own change. “This newsboy cannot do it." said the man with the newspaper. “Come out here and look at him." Two or three bystanders stepped to the door, expecting to see a crippled boy with a pile of newspapers to Bell. Instead, they saw a tin can with a hole in the top large enough to admit a nickel; a pile of newspapers lying upon the walk, and a sard fastened to the can, reading: "Gone to Sunday school for one hour. If you want a paper, take one, and put your nickel in the can.” The can and pile of newspapers stood unprotected on the walk for more than an hour, while their little owner was at Sunday school. Men who passed by and were attracted by the rather odd little news stand would stop, read the sign, pick up a paper and put a nickel—and sometimes a dime—into the little tin can. When the boy returned from Sunday school he found all his newspapers gone, and more nickels in the tin can than there were papers when he left Simple. If thy hyphen offend thee, pluck it out—Columbus State. FRANCIS JOSEPH VERY SPRY Aged Emperor of Austria Equal to the Situation. Extreme Though It Mutt Be Admitted. Francis Molnar, war correspondent in the Carpathians of Az Est, gives an Interview with an officer of high rank, who had had an audience of Emperor Francis Joseph a few days previously in Vienna. The officer said: “I spent half an hour in the working room of his majesty, and found him to be much more lively and agile than at any time during the last years when I saw him. During the audi ence the emperor walked up and down the room. He was always noted for his excellent memory, but what I saw In regard to this now was really mar velous. His majesty knows the name of the commander of every regiment, and even now is well informed as to changes taking place in commanders of brigades and regiments. “He is informed every day as to the work being done by all the war ma terial factories. On the table in his study lies an immense map with small flags indicating the position of the fighting forces. “Cordial relations exist between his majesty and the heir apparent. The emperor speaks highly of the young king speaks very highly of~ the young heir and is extremely proud and fond of him. “His medical advisers do not willing ly consent to his drives out, though he asks them daily to allow him to visit the wounded soldiers in the hospitals. The few visits he has paid to the hos pitals have been small victories over the doctors.” No "Fixed Star." The phrase “fixed star” is a mis nomer. There is no such thing. All the millions of stars one sees in the vault of the sky, and millions, vastly more millions, revealed by telescopy and photography, with undoubted un countable other millions of millions, billions of billions, in the universes of the infinite beyond, have their move ments. whether in groups or whether by single suns each, with its retinue of sun and Its few known planets. * * | FOUNDATION UPON WHICH HERD IS BUILl] Good Sire Headed the Herd In Which This Animal Was Raised. tBy WILLIAM Q. CHRISMAN.) The selecting of tbe bead of a herd is a question which deserves much more thought and consideration than the average farmer thinks when the subject first presents itself; and yet it is one of the most important ques tions with which the breeder has to leal. Why? Because the sire is the foundation upon which the herd is built; just as no good structure can be erected with out a firrg foundation, neither can a good herd be established without a good sire at its head. In selecting a head for your herd, the record must be closely examined, not only of this particular animal, but also the record of his sire and dam tor generations. If he is an animal of good type, possessing the charac teristics peculiar to his breed, and has well-established blood lines, you can feel pretty well assured that he will transmit these characteristics to his offspring. Since the male represents exactly one-half of the foundation of the herd, it is much cheaper, from a business standpoint, to purchase and maintain one good animal that represents so much blood of the herd and has such a marked power or influence upon the characteristics of such a large num ber of animals. In raising animals of any kind one object should be to produce as many as possible of the same general w - fixed characteristics: uniformity ,,t size, style, conformation, general qual ities and color markings. The nearer a lot of animals conform to the =au.u ideal the higher price they will coin mand. Just to give an example of a poor selection of a sire, I will cite a case 1 saw recently. It was a herd >f swine numbering over two hun:. -: There were ten brood sows uo two alike in any respect, color not -x cepted, as black, red, white and t . spotted, as well as some red a- U spotted. Let us look at the s:re tie was of the nondescript class a bacon nor a lard hog, wit nose, long legs, rainbow back large ears. What would you be w to pay for such pigs? I can give the sizes, as I saw several six n. old pigs weighed by the butcher • had purchased them. They aver^. 53 pounds! Just think of it! (■:: weighed 61 pounds, and it was . from lack of feed, for they were v fed twice a day. This shows the influence the sir has on the herd. Had this bn kept a good 6ire, he would have rai an entirely different lot of pigs a some in which a profit could be aa ticlpated over and above the expei. of raising. ESSENTIAL TO KEEP ALL PIGS THRIFTY One of Most Important Things Is to Stop Leaks and Get Rid of the Boarders. A large part of the profits in hog raising depends on the thrift and health of the herd. The pig that is stunted never is so profitable as the one that is kept thrifty and growing. One of the most important problems hog growers have to solve is to stop the leaks and get rid of the boarders. i lice and worms, says Farmers' Mail \ and Breeze. Going out of the hag busi- ! ness is not the remedy. It may pre vent direct losses in an occasional j year such as the past one has been, i but It will not utilize the feed grown > on the farm and keep up the soil fer tility. Failure to use the feeds available to the best advantage is one of the biggest leaks in the hog business. It is poor policy to try to raise and fat- : ten hogs on pasture without grain. The successful farmer will provide pasture for his hogs every month in the year if possible, and he will feed enough grain in addition to the pas ture to keep his breeding hogs in good condition. The grain fed ought to provide some growth material as well as fat-forming material. Loss often is . due to a failure to recognize the fact that the fattening period with most hogs is but a continuation of the grow- j ing period, and that the greatest dif ference in the rations used during the : two periods should be in the amount i rather than in the kind of feed fed. ERADICATE INSECTS IN POULTRY FLOCK — Pests Live on Production of Skin and Fragments of Feathers —Recipe for Powder. It does not take long for lice to give a flock of hens something to think about besides laying eggs. The off spring from a single pair of lice will In eight weeks amount to 125,000. These pests live on the production of the skin and fragments of feathers. It is not so much what they get as nourishment from the fowl that hurts, as the violent itching and pain they cause. They spread rapidly as they breed. The lice from one hen may spread through the entire flock. Lice breed most rapidly in poorly venti lated quarters and on poorly fed. weak stock. The bird that looks sickly is the one most likely to be infested. Provide the flock with a dust bath and apply the following homemade powder: To one part of crude car bolic acid and -three parts of gasoline, add enough plaster of parls to take up the liquid and mix thoroughly. Spread out and let dry. If it is too lumpy run through a sieve. Store away In tight canB. Work this powder well Into the feathers, especially In the fluff and an- i der the wings. Repeat in ten days and 1 make a thorough job of it 1 Poor Soil* for Alfalfa. Alfalfa. Will not grow where the soil la acid or wet or where the aub- i boU Is too hard. If you have soil that i has any of these things the matter ; with It you would do well to attend to It if you desire to grow crops of any kind that are worth while. Trim Tree Sucker*. Suckers that start from the trunks of trees should be promptly trimmed off. They are neither useful nor orna mental, but they sap the vigor of the j trees. 1 LEGUMES ARE GOOD NITRATE PRODUCERS On Average Farm Such Crop? Should Be Depended Upon to Act as Soil Benefactors. “The legumes as a source of nitra’e are rather too slew in action to g.v real immediate profits when u>t‘d t produce great money crops.'’ To.- :* the statement made by an advocate o! the use of nitrate of soda on Amer.. ar soils. Such a statement should net lead anyone away from the main fact that legumes grown with other crops ia a Held benefit those other crops the firs’ year. The second year the soil itse!‘ is much better from having grown ttie legumes than if nitrate of seda had been used and no legumes grown. Legumes are our natural nitrate prv ducers. The nitrogen is cheaper, too when furnished us in this form. And yet we should remember sodium ni tr^te for its value in getting quick re suits. It is beneficial to almost every crop when applied in the right amounts and at the right time. For quick results when starting a pasture on poor land, as an application to or chard soil for hastening fruit, in mar ket gardens where crops demand much nitrogen, and in many other place* sodium nitrate is Indispensable. Such crops as potatoes, garden and truck crops grown in colder sections ue*-d quick-acting nitrates in addition to le gume nitrogen to push the crops be fore the organic source is ready. But on the average extensive farm let us depend largely upon the legume UNNECESSARY LOSS IN MANURE HEAPS Escape of Nitrogen Through Heating Where Piles Are Deep Is Considerable. City manure can be bought more cheaply in some seasons of the year than in others. It is common practice to throw the carloads of manure ia large plies to wait for use later «io The chief losses come through heat lng and leaching when manure Is left exposed. The amount of loss depends upon the conditions ander which the manure is kept. 1 Heaps may be made so deep that there Is relatively small loss from leaching, but In such case the escape of nitrogen through heating Is very great. Under average barnyard con ditions a loss from 25 to 50 per cent is expected from piles of manure ex posed for a few months. Even at the best, when manure la kept under a roof and 1b hard packed and Is supplied with the right amount of moisture to prevent heating, the loss Is supposed to be 10 per cent. Keep Cows Clean. Send your cows to the pasture with clean flanks instead of leaving them incrusted with dried manure. And then watch the result. Cause of Breachy Animal*. Poor pasture makss “breachy" »"< male. Fix the fence up good »«a strong, but see that the animals have plenty of feed. Humanity’s Friend. He who plants a fruit tree or a berry bush, ar an ornamental shrub Is humanity'* friend. Cause of Thick Neck. Don’t throw the dirt up around onions when cultivating them or you will have a lot of thick neoks.