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m (TAP'S SPY i A / ¥ * i nc nysiery or a Jiienr i,ovg j^Chevalkr WILLIAM LE QIJEUX i (J AUTHOR “THE C. 0>ED DO OK," ETC- £ ILLUSTRATIONS CDRHODES/g <tc*r er rt£ .stfsr srr £t,aLn»nc ro SYNOPSIS. Cargos Gt.gg »* callej In Lrg katr Horst.. tie ya > t 1 •* owner •w ng .board with . .m and his ftVS.: Hyltoc •'hater, a .toilaUv sees • tom i . ■ icraj.h of a young girl Thai nut ; • rise;* saf- Is ribW The p4. e mh] i it Hornby is a fraud and (Mr Lola's lutB'-r a fai*»- iiir Gregg Vis Ms Capt Jack iHirntord of the marines aboard bts i easel Ibirt.forJ knows, but • d; m revwl. the mystery of the L>U. •'ll ittens a woman.** In lamdon Gregg Is trapped nearly to hia death by a f..rmer vr t van. Ol.nto Visiting in I* err.-* •• gg ti.eer* M.riel IsHthronit. H e . I »ra ami Muriel hatrodueea bin aa Marflr. Wwadroffe. her father's friend Gregg Studs mat she is engaged to Mieadrof'. Gregg e.es a ropy of the tom fii ...’ g: tph on the leU and flnds that the young girl Is Munel's friend. W<• utr fi. dtMfipeui Gregg discovers the k4v of a n . r.1. red woman in Ran norti • <- Th» body disappears and in Its pda* e > found tbr bndv of Olinto. Oraag talks to tie- paler but conceals his own kt.. • Iv .<f tl.e w mat. Muriel rails ** r* - . . in mini t« 11* him that **»• i» trfttiB that a w^n an a* well ar • »ar : been rrurdrred CHAPTER VI.—Continued. 1 at <•?. e gladly accepted her invi tat on to investigate tbe curious dis appearance of the body of poor Olin to s !. .ip* vidua, determined to ob tain the secret knowledge possessed by 'hat smart, handsome girl before ni- H at her suspicions were in the right d.re-tion i felt confident, yet if the dead woman had been removed and t-dden by the assassin it must have been after the discovery made by me. The 'cilow must have actually dared to return to the spot and carry off the ‘-t.tr Yet if he had door that, why d*d he ah- w the corpse of the Italian to re~ am ar.d aw ait discovery ? He Hugh’ perhaps have been disturbed and < on pelled to make good his eacape. ' Yon tell me. Miss Muriel, that you etssj-'t t!.» truth, and yet you deny ail k! .edge of the murdered man!” 1 ex. - —.m'-d in a tone of slight re proach ■ 1‘r.iil we have cleared up the mys tery of the woman 1 can say nothing ‘ was her answer "1 can only tell you. Mr tiregg. that if what I suspect is true, then tfc affair will be found to be ore of the strang. .si. most startling and must ing r.iou- plots ever devised by one man against the life of an oilier" Thee a man is the assassin, you think’” I exclaimed quickly. 1 V :eve so. Hut even of that I am not at all sure. We must first find tbe wcmitt ” ••••••• Han-ioch wood was already in its goid brown glory of autumn, and as .1 Mood with Muriel Leithcourt on the • .ige Of it. near the spot where Olinto Santmi bad fallen, the morning sun was shitting in a cloudless sky. I asked her opinion which was the most likely corner, but she replied: I know so little of this place. Mr *«r'*g* You have known it for years, while this is only my first season here " Very well.” I answered. "Let ns •tart here and first take a small circle, examining every bush carefully. The body may have easily been pushed in beneath a thicket and well escape ob _ serration.'' And so together, after taking our bearings, we started off. working our way into the thick undergrowth, beat ing with our sticks, and making mi nute examination ot every bush or heap oi dead leaves All through the morn lag we w alked on. our hands badly torn by brambles. My own coat was badly torn, and more than once I was compelled to scramble through almost .ntpassable thickets; yet we found no trace of any previous in truder, and having completed our ctrrle were compelled to admit that the gruesome evidence of the second crime did not exist at that spot. ’urtel was untiring in her activity. Hii :.er and thither she went, beating down the high bracken and tangles of weeds, poking with her slick into ev ery hole and i-orner and going far tber and farther into the wood in the certainty that the body was therein concealed Soon we came to a deep wooded ra vine of the existence of which I was In ignorance It was a kind of small glen through which a rivulet flowed, bnf tbe banks were covered with a thick, impenetrable undergrowth. "This is a most likely place." de clared my dainty little companion as we approached it. "Anything could easily be concealed in that high bracken down there. Let us search the whole glen from end to end.” she cried with enthusiasm. Acting uptn her suggestion ana without thought of luncheon, we made a descent of the steep bank until we reached the rocky bed of the stream. Undaunted, she went on, springing from stone to stone and steadying herself with her stick. If we could only discover the body of the dead woman, then the rest would be clear, she declared. She would openly denounce the assassin. The sun had set, and the sky above showed the crimson of the distant afterglow, warning us that it was time we began to think of how to make our exit. We were passing around a sharp bend in the glen where the bowlders were so thickly moss grown that our feet fell noiselessly, when 1 thought I heard a voice, and raising my hand we both halted suddenly. “Someone is there," I whispered quickly. "Behind that rock." She nodded ir, the affirmative, for she, too, had heard the voice. We listened, but the sound was not 1 related. That someone was on the * other side of the rock I knew, for in ■ a tree in the vicinity a thrush was hop I ins from twig to twig, sounding its alarin-cry and objecting to being dis mrDea. Therefore we crept silently forward j together to ascertain who were the in truders The only manner, however, in which to get a view beyond the huge rot k that, having fallen across the stream centuries ago, had diverted its channel, was to clamber up its mossy sides to the summit. This we did ea gerly and breathlessly, without betray ing our presence by the utterance of a single word and laying ourselves flat as we came to its summit. Then together we peered over, just, however, in time to see two dark fig ures of men disappearing into the thicket on the opposite side of the glen. "Who are they. 1 wonder?” I asked. "Do you recognize them?” "No. They are entire strangers to me,” was her answer. "But they seem fairly well dressed. Perhaps two sportsmen from some shooting party in the neighborhood. They’ve lost their way most probably.” "But 1 don’t think they carried guns.” 1 said. "One of them had something over his shoulder?" "Wasn’t it a gun? 1 thought it! was.” “No, he wasn't carrying it like he’d 1 carry a gun. It was short—and seemed more like a spade.” “A spade!” she gasped quickly in a low voice. At the moment my eye caught sight of a portion of the ground below us at the base of the rock which had evi dently been recently disturbed. "It is a spade the man is carrying!” I cried excitedly. "Look down there! I They've just been burying something!" Her quick eyes followed the direc tion I indicated, and she answered: “I really believe they have concealed something!” Then when we had allowed the men to get beyond hearing, we both slipped down to the other side of the bowlder and there discovered many signs that the earth had been hurriedly exca vated and only just replaced. Quicker than it takes to describe the exciting incident which followed, we broke down the branch of a tree and with it commenced moving the freshly disturbed earth, which was still soft and easily removed. Muriel found a dead branch in the vicinity, and both of us set to work with a will, eager to ascertain what was hidden there. That something had certainly been concealed was. to us. quite evident, but what it really was we could not surmise. Digging with a piece of wood was hard and laborious work and it was a long time before we removed suffi cient earth to make a hole of any size. But Muriel exerted all her energy, and both of us worked on in dogged silence full of wonder and anticipation. With a spade we should have soon been able to Investigate, but the earth having apparently been stamped down hard prior to the last covering being put u|ion it, our progress was very slow and difficult. At last, a quarter of an hour or so after we had commenced. Muriel, standing in the hole and having dug her stake deeply into the ground, sud denly cried: "Look! Look, Mr. Gregg! Why_ whatever is that?” 1 bent forward as she indicated, and my eyes met an object so unexpected that I was held dumb and motionless. The amazing enigma was surely complete! CHAPTER VII. Contain* a Surprise. The first object brought to light, about two feet beneath the surface, was a piece of dark gray woolen stuff which, when the mold was removed, proved to be part of a woman's skirt. With frantic eagerness I got into the hole we had made and removed the soil with my hands, until I suddenly touched something hard. A body lay there, doubled up and ciushed into the well-like hole the men had dug. Together we pulled It out, when, to my surprise, on wiping away the dirt from the hard, waxen features. I rec ognized it as the body of Armida, the woman who had been my servant in Leghorn and who had afterwards mar ried Olinto. Both had been assassi nated! When Muriel gazed upon the dead woman's face she gave vent to an ex pression of surprise. The body was evidently not that of the person she had expected to find. "Who is she, I wonder?" my com panion ejaculated. “Not a lady, evi dently, by her dress and hands." “Evidently not," was my response, for I still deemed it best to keep my own counsel. I recollected the story Olinto had told me about his wife; of her illness and her longing to return to Italy. Yet the dead woman's coun tenance must have been healthy enough in life, although her hands were rough and hard, showing that she had been doing manual labor. Armida had been a particularly good housemaid, a black-haired, black-eyed Tuscan, quick, cleanly and full of a keen sense of humor. It was a great shock to me to find her lying dead. The breast of her dress was stained with dried blood, which, on examina tion. I found had issued from a deep and fatal wound beneath the ear where she had been struck an unerring blow that had severed the artery. "Those men—those men who buried her! I wonder who they were?" my companion exclaimed in a hushed voice. “We must follow them and as Then Together We Peered Over. certain. They are certainly the mur derers who have returned in secret and concealed the evidence of this sec ond crime.” “Yes,” I said. "Let us go after them. They must not escape us.” Then, leaving the exhumed body be neath a tree. I caught Muriel by the waist and waded across the deep chan nel worn by the stream at that point, after which we both ascended the steep bank, where the pair had dis appeared in the darkness of the wood. \Ye went on through the gloomy for est, for the light had faded and eve ning was now creeping on. From time to time we halted and listened. But there was a dead silence, broken only by the shrill cry of a night bird and the low rustling of the leaves in the autumn wind. The men knew their way, it seemed, even though the wood was trackless. Yet they had nearly twenty minutes start of us, and in that time they might be already out in the open country. Would they succeed in evading us? Yet even if they did, I could describe the dress of one of them, while that of his companion was as far as I made out, dark blue, of a somewhat nautical cut. He wore also a flat cap. with a peak. We went on. But we saw no sign of the men who had so secretly concealed the body of their victim. . "You expected to discover another woman, did you not, Miss Leithcourt?" I asked presently, as we walked across the moor “Yes.” she answered. “I expected to find an entirely different person.” “But IS the identity of the dead wom an is established?” I asked. “It might furnish me with a clue,” she exclaimed quickly. "Yes, try and discover who she is.” “Who was the woman you expected to find?” “A friend—a very dear friend.” “Will you not tell me her name?” I inquired. “No, it would be unfair to her ” she responded decisively, an answer which to me was particularly tanta lizing. It was quite dark when I took leave of my bright little companion, who. tired out and yet uncomplaining, pressed my hand and wished me good fortune in my investigation. At half-past nine that night 1 pulled up the dogcart before the chief police station at Dumfries, and alighting at once sought the big fair Highlander Mackenzie, with whom I had had the consultation on the previous day. When we were seated in his room beneath the hissing gas jet, I related my adventure and the result of my in vestigation. “What?" he cried, jumping up. “You've unearthed another body—a woman's?" “I have. And what is more. I can identify her." I replied. “Her name is Armida. and she was wife of the murdered man Olinto Santini.” “Then both husband and wife were kiiieu . “Without a doubt—a double trag edy." “But the two men who concealed the body! Will you describe them?" 1 did so. and he wrote at my dicta tion. and calling in one of his sub inspectors, gave him instructions for the immediate circulation of the de scription to all the police stations in the county, saying the two men were wanted on a charge of willful murder. His lips were pressed together in distinct dissatisfaction as he asked: “The body is still in the glen, where you left it?" “Yes. If you wish. I will take you to the spot. 1 can drive you and your assistant up there." "Certainly. Let us go.” he ex claimed, rising at once and ringing his bell. “Get three good lanterns and some matches and put them in this gentle man's trap outside." he said to the cSnstable who answered his summons. “And tell Gilbert Campbell that 1 want him to go with me up to Rannoeh wood." He asked: “When do you expect to get a telegram from your friend, the consul at Leghorn? 1 am anxious for that, in order that we may commence inquiries in London." “The day after tomorrow. I hope. He will certainly reply at once, pro viding the dead man's father can still [ be found." At that moment a tall, thin man, who i proved to be Detective Campbell, en tered. and five minutes later we were all three driving over the uneven cob bles of Dumfries and out in the dark ness towards Rannoeh. When we reached the wood we all descended and. with Mackenzie and Campbell I carrying lanterns, walked on carefully, j keeping straight on in the direction of 1 the glen, and halting every now and j then to listen for the rippling of the I stream. At last, after some difficulty, we dis covered it. and searching along the bank with our three powerful light, 1 presently detected the huge nioss j grown bowlder whereon I had stood when the pair of fugitives had disap peared. “Look!" I cried. “There's the spot!" And quickly we clambered down the steep bank, lowering ourselves by the branches of the trees until we came to the water into which I waded, be ing followed closely by my two com panions. On gaining the opposite side I clam bered up to the base of the bowlder and lowered my lantern to reveal to them the gruesome evidence of the ‘second crime, but the next instant I cried: “Why! It's gone!” "Gone!" gasped the two men. “Yes. It was here. Look! this is the hole where they buried it! But they evidently returned, and finding it ex humed. they’ve retaken possession of it and carried it away!" As we stood there durofounded at the disappearance of the body, the Highlander's quick glance caught something, and stooping he picked it up and examined the little object by the aid of his lantern. Within his palm I saw lying a tiny little gold cross, about an inch long, enameled in red. while in the center was a circular miniature of a kneeling saint, an elegant and beautifully exe cuted little trinket which might have adorned a lady’s bracelet. “This is a pretty little thing!" re marked the detective. “It may possi bly lead us to something. BHt, Mr Gregg," he added, turning to me, "are you quite certain you left the body here?” “Certain?’’ I echoed. “Why. look at the hole I made. You don’t think 1 have any interest in leading you here on a fool’s errand, do you?”' "Not at all,” he said apologetically. “Only the whole affair seems so very I Inconceivable—I mean that the men. having once got rid of the evidence of their crime, would hardly return to the spot and reobtain possession of it.” “Unless they watched me exhume it. and feared the consequences if it fell into your hands.” I suggested “Of course they might have watched you from behind the trees, and when you had gone they came aud carried it away somewhere else," he remarked dubiously; "but even if they did. it must be in this wood. They would never risk carrying a body very far, and here is surely the brst place of concealment in the whole country." “The only thing remaining is tc search the wood at daylight,” 1 sug Rested. “If the two men came back here during my absence they may still be on the watch in the vicinity." “Most probably they are. We must take every precaution." he said deci sively. At dawn Mackenzie, with four of his men, made a thorough examination oi the wood but although they continued 1 “Look! Look, Mr. Gregg:’’ until dusk they discovered nothing ; neither was anything heard of the niys ; terious seafarer and his companion in I brown tweeds. 1 called on Muriel and explained how the body had so suddenly disap peared. whereupon she stared at me pale faced, saying: “The assassins must have watched us! They are aware, then, that we have knowledge of their crime?" "Of course,” 1 said "Ah!" she cried hoarsely. "Then we are both in deadly peril—peril of oui own lives! These people will hesitate at nothing Both you and I are marked down by them, without a doubt. We must both be wary not to fall into any trap they may lay for us.” Her very words seemed ati admis sion that she was aware of the identity of the conspirators, and yet she would give me no clue to them. Next day J accompanied the party over to Glenlea. about five miles dis ; tant, and at noon at a spot previously arranged, we found the ladies awaiting us with luncheon spread under the trees. As soon as we approached Muriel came forward quickly, handing me a telegram, saying that it had been sent over by one of iny uncle's grooms at the moment they were leaving the castle. 1 tore it open eagerly and read its contents. It was from Frank Hutch eson in Leghorn, and read: Made inquiries. Oiinto Santini married your servant Armkta at Italian vonsulate cenerai in Ixindon about a year ago. They live f4B Albany Road. Camberwell: he is employed waiter Kerrari's restaurant. West bourne Grove.—British Consulate. Leghorn. • TO BE CONTINUED.) Destructive Starfish. Clearing Narragansett bay of that voracious enemy of the oyster, clam and scallop, the starfish, is one of the principal recommendations of the commissioners of shell fisheries in the annual report just presented to the general assembly. Many acres of free ground—17.000 acres are exempt by law—are described as only breeding places for the starfish, which during the past year destroyed a million bush els of oysters besides ravaging the beds of clams and scallops. So seri ous a menace to the shellfish indus try is the starfish that the revenue of the state from leased oyster grounds is being affected. The starfish set during June and July Immense num bers are found upon seaweed. It is estimated that the starfish iu one cart load of seaweed are capable of de stroving over six million clams in one week. Raking the seaweed ashore is one way of killing the stars by the million.—Providence Bulletin NEW IDEA IN GOVERNMENT! Hard to Raise Objection to the Latest Phase. Which Is Practical Benevolence. Here at last is a form of govern mental benevolence against which no possible objection can be urged: Pe troleum has been made to yield gas | olio* suitable for fuel, and toluol and ( benzol necessary for dyestuffs and high explosives; yet the process is to be given to the public for the benefit of alL The discoveries are important and they must be practical or the an oouncement would not have been miuJe so definitely bv the government. But the really notable feature Is that they are not to be commercialized for individual or corporate profit on the one band, nor are they to be monopo lized by the government on the other We have grown accustomed to fed eral co-operation in agriculture, and the seeding of the continent no longer elicits comment; for the government to make distinct contributions to the processes of manufacture la newer. and it opens a field of possibilities in i which it can render vast service. Hitherto individual investigators have made our discoveries, and financiers have exploited them for private gain. If. in the future, our government shall be able to point the way to new devel opments in scientific industry, there will be a frank recognition that the government really “exists for the peo ple-”—Philadelphia Public Ledger. Changing Diet of the Chinese. Americans who have been influ enced by the Orient to the extent of taking their tea clear, without milk or sugar, will be astonished to learn that the Occident is now bent on teaching the Chinese to use milk with their decoction of tea leaves—and con densed milk at that. An enterprising condensed milk company is pushing the campaign and expects to be successful. This con cern has already introduced con densed milk ice cream to the Chinese, and they like it so well that many of the restaurants keep it always on hand. Practically no fresh milk Is to be had in China, although the natives seem familiar enough with the virtues of both the fresh and the condensed article Perhaps after all of the Orientals have taken their tea clear because there was no milk to put in it and not because they thought the addition of milk ruined the beverage. Crowding In. How many fares may be crowded into a jitney at one time? The night is dark and stormy. It is a long way home. Six little playmates, three young men and three young women are waiting on a corner to catch the first jitney home. Along breezes a five-passenger car. One of the five seats is occupied by the driver. Now we leave it to you, gentle reader. Is the party to be split up? Are three to stand there in the downpour until the next jitney happens along, or are the young men to forget their own com fort for the nonce and hold the storm bound young women on their knees? It is opportunities like this that keep Cupid busy.—Jane Dixon, in New York Sun. FEW CAPABLE OF SYMPATHY __ Too Many Make the Mistake of Con sidering Pity as Answering the Same Purpose. ‘Tin very, very sorry for her, but I don't understand bow she can do as she is doing." That’s the kind of sym pathy you don't care to have directed j your way, isn't it? That isn't really ; sympathy but nothing more than pity, ! a tine condescending look-down from above that seems to say, “I am of better material'' a good deal more than | it says, “1 am sorry." It's odd how little sympathy there is abroad in the world. We mean how little downright frank understanding that others are really suffering from things that would not make us suffer: j that others want to do things in which we see no delight, and don’t want to : do things that someone who keeps tab on the world's duty says they ought to do. A man told us the other day j that he had so trained his boy that he would find few temptations in college A lot that man knows about it, doesn't he? One thing is sure; he will never hear much cf the temptations, for he couldn't understand All he could say would be, "My dear boy. 1 don't see , how you can feel for one moment like doing these things." And if he can t understand, he won't be much help to the ^oy. Sometimes when you have felt weak enough to want a little sympathy, you haven t gone to the good friend who was prolific of advice, have you? Nor yet to him who looked in pity as on an abnormal being? But someone w-ho really cared for you, put his arm around your shoulder, and—well that was about all. But it's too bad we can't remember it oftener. The Humble Toiler. "You must put your shoulder to the wheel in this campaign,” said the alert manager. “1 understand that," said the ob scure but willing worker. “But you want to let me know when you’re go ing to change your mind about going ahead. The last time 1 put my shoul der to the wheel the band wagon sud denly backed up and over me.”— Washington Stax. SUMMER CARE FOR SHEEP AND LAMBS | ) __\ A Splendid Farm Flock. A practical breeder says: "Low | land is death to sheep. The ewes I and lambs should have the best fti j grass pasture on the farm, but let it ; be dry upland.'' Suckling ewes, especially, require | an abundance of pure water—have 1 the water trough clean. Have a sep ! arate pen into which the lambs can j enter, and feed them a few oats mixed [ with other grains, separately from the j ewes. Z.. . '2~_ — Sheep should have their hoofs * pared, and everyone in the flock have its feet dressed with carbolic acid to prevent foot-rot. Dip the lambs, aft er the ewes are sheared, in a solu tion of carbolic acid to kill ticks. Scours in lambs indicate that the flock needs a change of pasture, j Always give the sheep the first thing in the morning a little good mixed hay; if hay cannot be had, give wheat straw. They will eat most of it; this will nearly always prevent bloat i For mild cases of scours, milk por ridge. made wtth wheat flour and milk —say a pint of fresh skimmed mlllf and a tablespoonful of wheat flour, well boiled, is a capital remedy. ! Do not neglect to tag the lambs [ whenever peeked. Salt regularly, or better still have several larg" pieces of rock salt irt the sheep pen. They can then eat w'hat they need an ! they will never eat enough to sc ir them. To prevent Jtijury from stray dogs, bring the sheei? home in evening and put them in a secure dog-proof sh»»d and yard. The fence will pay for it self many time”* over. GREATEST FEEDING VALUE OUT OF HAY Two Hours of Sun oi Dry Day Is Sufficient to Cure Timothy —When tc Cut Crop. A great many far mers imagine that hay of all kinds must be dried out like kindling wood to be fit for stor age Of course, it is tiue that hay as dry as powder will keep in the I mow or stack in perfect condition, yet ; very dry hay is not as good feed as ; hay carrying some moisture. To secure dry hay that will be easy to cure and light to handle many al low the grass to stand and ripen too i long before harvesting. This is a mis j take, #.s hay of all kinds allowed to , ripen fully will be woody and con i tain a large percentage of undigest ) ible fiber and a small percentage of ' succulent digestible matter. All hay ! should be Out "In “a Veen state and never b«“ allowed to fully ripen. Frime hay that carries the greatest feeding value is cut before the plants are fully ripe and cured to preserve the given nature of the feed; This will give the Tiay more aroma, it "will be mgre appetizing to the animals, and it will be more digestible and nourish ing. Hay in the barn, bale or stack should come out after months of storage with a strong aroma of green and be a bright green in color. Then ; it is choice hay, and will be heavy and rich. The best hay Is secured when the crop is cut before it is ripe and cured with the least possible amount of sun Two hours of sun on a dry day is enough for timothy, and a half day of sun for clover or alfalfa. The rake should quickly follow the mower, al lowing the hay to begin curing in the windrow, where the least surface will be exposed to the sun. After curing in the windrow for a fewr hours, it should be bunched and allowed to cure in the bunch for a day or two. according to the kind. Clover and alfalfa may be allowed to cure in the bunch in the field for about two days, while timothy will re quire but one day. Allowing hay to cure mostly in the shade gives it bet ter color, better aroma and high feeding value. PROPER FENCE FOR SHEEP IS PROBLEM Most of Our Sheepmen Use Wov en Wire From Thirty to For ty-Two Inches in Height. The fencing problem has always loomed up big to the beginner !p rais ing sheep. It is not. however, a very difficult one if it is undertaken ill an intelligent manner. It does not re quire a heavy fence to hold sheep, but barbed wire will not make satisfactory sheep fence. Most sheep raisers use a fence con structed of woven wire from thirty to forty-two inches 'nigh with from five to nine horizontal wires and sixteen to twenty stays to the rod. Any fence coming inside these limits if put up with a post each fourteen to sixteen feet will prove satisfactory tor sheep. If a thirty-inch woven wire is used, it should have at least one barbed wire on top of i;. It usually pays to put one or two barbed wires on top of the woven wires, however, as this will make a fence that will turn hcrses and cattle as w’ell as sheep. Water for Farm Animals. Provide good clean water, and plen ty of it, for the farm animals. Farm Milk Prices. The average price paid to farmers for milk in 1914 was 3.804 cents a luart, according to statistics recently compiled by the United States depart ment of agriculture. This is slightly tower than in 1913, when the average for the entire country was 3.849 cents a quart. Time to Run Incubators, It is a good plan to run the incuba tors when eggs are cheap instead of waiting for the months when prices 50 soaring. I GREAT MISTAKE TO SELL A BROOD SOW Keep Her as Long as She Re mains Healthy and Vigorous —Ksep Pen Free of Dust. It Is a great mistake to sell the brood sow just because she is tct ->r three years old. Keep her as long as she remains v'gorous. When the hogs are conCced k ■:> the floors of the pen as free from >. •s possible. Hojs lie with the:r noses close to the floor and in th: way inhale more dust than any oth farm animal. An excellent beading for hogs is marsh bay cr pul? from the snsar cane mill. This gi'es out very little dust. Some farmers se’m not to hove learned, the very essential fact ti.it hogs are natural grtzers and sir: ! always have plenty of gras-_ field of rye* nfSEe? the* best • T pasture for the hogs. Hog-breeding for r, pure-bred i >- I ket is a ticklish job. and requires a great deal of experience. The a age farmer will do weil to itick to th » I pork grades. I Naturaily a sow nursing a big litter | of pigs loans fat rapidly and she: 1 ■ be fed plentifully on Nutritious n. giving feeds. POULTRYMAN MUST I STUDY HIS FLOCK I Just as Much Business Sense Re- I quired With Poultry as Any Other Farm Work. U At the high srices of cf.rn an 1 era . H now prevailing, the chicken va. must study every point of the fh-n order to make n profit Better r.- : the number of "he flock and fe~d •• I those that are heft than »o try to m.i- I age a large flock on scant ratioi It is a fact that a good fat h*:i v. lay better than ft lean one. What a mistake it is to feed a - I of cockerels all winter. They th. H be sold off and w ith part of the a new. vigorous well-bred cock * I for the spring. fl There is just as much be si:. sense required in the manager! •: poultry as In an> other brat> h I farming, but not many farmer? - I to have discovert j this fact Sell off ail turkey gobblers tP's f J and buy new one’S for breeding n- - ■ spring. MEDIUM CLAY SOIL ■ BEST FOR A FAiF/fl Good Plan to Have It Fc ! ivfl Some Well-Cultivated Crc-p j Like Com or Potatoes. It is best to have alfalfa follow well-cultivated crop like cur: toes, tobacco or sugar beets w . ■ T. I soil is freed of w eed growth N ■ ■ alfalfa on sod land, for the blue . will cause difficulty. a virgin > M should always be flirt subdu. t 9 growing several cultivated ci: ■ - the soil in good physical cot:-!. ■ Poor land should always 1 • ■ manured. A medium clay loan-. Kfigf. On heavy clays winter--killing H apt to occur. Light sandy soil- . H orally require lime and mam.: talfa does well on river bottom fl but peat soils are too sour or av _ Help the Garden Along The garden can be helped a. ■ frequent shallow cultivation ■ the plants are: small use th- M Even run it lightly along th. ■ ay as the rows run before tb. . I are up. Later the wheel ho.- ■ best tool. Ventilate the Cellar. Keep the cellar window s o M close them in day time ■ ^ PUt ,!Creena over the ■ ?hinj's U88andoth"r,j: I
