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and moth little Therese in St. Stephen's w Shm will not be there. to come with us. She Isn't it the refinement of "Cruelty, Lydia? I'd hardly that. It's the order of destiny, something of the sort. She gambl with fate and lost out. She's a good loser. She hasn't squealed once." "Squealed? I hate that word." "I hate squealer worse," said be. "But seriously, it knocks me all out whenever I think of her. I've hesi tated about speaking to father, dear. Tor me, I'm In rather a delicate posl tion. Six weeks ago I was madly In Sated with Yvonne. I don't deny IS -ad he knows all about It. Gad IW give ten years of my life if she wre going along with us tomorrow. 'd give more than that to me this whew unhappy business patched up so hat they could start off anew. But fl d raid he wouldn't take 'it well *as se if I asked him to include her •t the- -party. It's his affair, not a ye see. He'd be justiied in elderng me aselfish in the matter. It amt seem as though I didn't care a hag for his personal eelings sad-" "Shoes his wife however," said Ei~io with a stubborn parso of the . "Shbs didn't wrong him and, after Ml eho's only guilty of-well, she Isn't /ibl t aaything except being a sis " it the irg l le wronged." S.. 1 have a talk with him if you h. i est." said he, an eager gleam in "A. I with Yoan." she said 10 -li y. "You se it's possible she is s gas to be peesaded." a saver ask her" said reerf, Salter a bag period o reflection. -. at s to tbecome of her asked lashr bleakly. e "b bshall a sway. t wis s4 s't think ic bear It, he said a rae of tears Ia slAlwed hard. Then he d eared ag" t hebeiy. "Of cousse slove that they ever see one an. alas. They ner meet except sesmeon about. Be rather sme LH w way In which dsisu him to stay away from me I was safely ouat f agser. He spabas It to ms but, for the as I ast tell whether h holds 1 4940 het sh o r sno . says s Use. aUs says she pe a mirke. But he has mwr a waord t theaks or gratitude ag--eh tto to bhr. i sole t tar GM as d to em ar An she e ef te"s w ihbest his teaks. - ather les him the better for the he treate the lteation. There's pealsy sheet el·. Toheres as ,1.¶ s aee what yes mean." she said, sI "Iss Ipwe we just can't " ' s've Idema how beautiful you t dsney, 4dd," he said suddenly, S4 lahed up' e late his glowing 4 with a sail ao Ineffable happi i t Her hand found his and her i g es. ,w lis were pressed to its Is a bet. Impassioned kiss. "It's ; a t to be alive! Oreat!" "Oh, it i"," she cred, "it is!" hp might better have sad that i. ' s great to be young, for that Is abet it all aea to In the analysis. Leter m Bood joinead them in the smtyard. Hle stood, with his hanad Smm Ms mo's teeder, chattin care hisy about the coming voyage, all .sk whis smlag upon the radiant 1 to whesa he was premising pars 41@6 whe simee the gasl" kindly as taome moti steady. steel Wes. His velee,toeof late was In a sofIter hey ad there was ts sa a apples io its every ' at was as at he haddisecoveredI &gigatght sad pstal him. He mAgad always t h vemturing tito j ts it emptseaemsa mad swiss >~h omssett tat wea a se se. ren at as mew estate. avery a erer whim tt came to self. All his life he had the motives sad deaans that ts ra. He had asd b y ~i * rit hard things hor ahs old ea aew so that had taken at ha and he eaw how a In vested his powers He ggIg himsgelf very lowly and with aga bigi shams. Rich, how' Nstaiseesnmsreto Eamps. ' AhoPrelesi bp wror Io n mto a wret Ib~thl m yof a hews imdrrmbg bd ro for vely e. was at n -I up the r. adv . I don't Ii- like se out in n- the col it's pretty 1y darned' nk? Down d. In your h lame her for e what she s do, and after W all she's onl atever hap Spened in 'the p ll, it's all in t0 the past. She it Brood stopped an impera. 1 tive gesture. "My I will try to r explain something to you. You may t be able to understand things better Il than L I tell in love with her once r. because an influence that was her own re overpowered me. There was some thing of your mother in her. She ad mits that to be true and I now believe 1 it. Well, that something-whatever it s was--is gone. It can never return. i't She is not the same. Yvonne is The rese. She is not the woman I loved two months ago. She-" ) "Nor am I the boy you hated two in months ago," argued Frederic. "Isn't there a parallel to be seen there, fa id ther? I am your son. She is your is wife. You-" "There never was a time when I C. really hated you, my son. I tried to but that is all over. We will not rake udI p the ashes. As for my wife-well, I have tried to hate her. It is impossible l for me to do so. She is a wonderful woman. But you must understand oe It, the other hand that I do not love her. Ia I did when she looked at me with your mother's eyes and spoke to me with id your mother's lips. But-she is not ie the same." a- "Give yourself a chaee, dad." pt "A ehanee? What do youa mea?" er "Just this: You will come to love eh her for hesl if oly you will lot go *e of yearsel. You are trying to be Is hard.. You-" he Again Brood nterrupted. His face Is had goe very pale and his eye grew he dark with pa. ' I- "You dot know what you are say e lag, FRderis. It us dsooeestisne the of "I want you to be hbogg6-l wat-" re "I shall be happy. I an happy. Have s. I not found out the truth? Are you Smeat my beloved son? Ase-" I' "And who convineod you of all that, a* sir? Who is responsible for your pres eat happiness--nd mine?" id. "I know. I know," eaelaimed the fa r't ther in some agitation. "You'll regret it all your life if you Sfanil her nor, dad. Why, hang it all. y, you're net an old man. You are less s than fifty. Your heart hasnt dried up pi- yet. Your blood is still hot. And she is er glorious. Give yourself a chance. You Its know that she's one woman in a mil 's llon, and-she's yours! She has made you happy-she can make you still happier." at "No, I am not old. I am far younger is than was fifteen year ago. That's Is. what I am afraid of-this youth I real he ly never possessed till now. If I gave ad way to it now rd-welL I would be r. like putty in b ands. She could ll go on laughing at me, trflingl with me, at fooling me to-" R "She wouldn't do that!" exlaitmed Iy his sea hotly. e1 "I doa't blame yet for defending us her. It's right that you should. I, too, u defend her in a way. You are forget rI ttng the one Important conditio, hbow. e r ever. She hasa p t of view ofber 14 own, my son. She ea never reconoele e herslf to the pouties you would put itO hera Inf I rpemitted you to persuade as me that-" I "1 ema tell o ea thing, athter, Stlhat you ought to know-If you are N l that you haveu't diseovered it If for pm rlf. She love you." d "y o, yo are dealing wt a t graver mystery than you can possiubly aupoet--th secret heart of a wrn. "Wel, m suae of it, taber--I am a·bloaktely sre of It. S"You speak of gitlnt amyself a Schane. Wh o y ou put it in that th way?" - "Beeme it's the truth.- proclaimed 14 sandsr of rbs hew to an esentifically, ut have iircty opeed the eweof as u mamar mother, to the poelbities of homertm and home deelopment, and ave med ar td steao d helflpul soa inluers o hueiade of fiss. - ing eemmantRta. The uinthe hes we oasin to c gid' rton a e is sag lu b oantenth tI et speU, 5a w tOe her how t eYlt t as4 *i* t * m inlt*ate e nd sb ae - JM w - lM. , the dis mee, f im "You've missed a good many , because you never save I. honest chance. 1-" drop the subject, Fred ood. an abrupt change in "There is nothing more tters have shaped them I not attempt to alter reconstruct myself in And now. let us talk this in mind: and she's heart talk about her, It tie success in her ul interview with mprehensible crea ensconced in the idly blew rings of fling and as idly ure in so far as it ediate situation. ear. I am satisfied. urned out as it should. nchantress has been ue triumphs. Don't be y account. Lydia. It will to say good-by t? ybu and but-la. Ia! What are we ow, please don't speak of it Hearts are easily mended. at my husband--a-e! He has his heart made over from top to ttom-in a rough crucible, it's true, t it's as good as new, you'll admit. n a way, I am made over. too. I am appier than I've ever been in my life. 'm in love with my husband, I'm in ove with you and Frederic and I am more than ever in love with myself. So there! Don't feel sorry for me. I shall end my virtuous days in peace, but I shall never sit-by-the-fire, my dear. Tomorrow you will go away, all of you. I shall have the supreme joy of knowing that not one of you will ever forget me or my deeds, good and bad. Who knows! I am still young. you know. Time has the chance to be very kind to me before I die." That last observation lingered in Lydia's mind. Hours afterward she thought that she had solved its mean ing and her heart was sore. CHAPTER XXIV. "I Cannot Come to Him." The next day came, bright Ad sweet, and as fair as a blue sky could make it for one who looked aloft. But eyes are not always turned toward r the unclouded sky. There are shadows below that claim the vision and the day is bleak. The ship was to sail at noon. 1. At ten o'clock the farewells were be ing said. There were tears and heart at ches--and there was fierce rebellion in the hearts of two of the voyagers. . Yvonne had declined to go to the pier j to see them off and Brood was going away without a word to her about the future! That was manifest to the t anxious, soul-tried watchers. In si lence they made their way out to the r waiting automobile. As Brood was about to pass through the broad front I door, a resolute figure confronted him. - For a moment master and man stared S hard into each other's eyes, and then. as it obeying an inflexible command. s the former turned to glance backward jlinto the hallway. Yvonne was stand. Stlag in the library door. "8ahib!" said the Hindu, and there r was strange authority in his voice b ."Ten her, sahib. It is not so cruel to t tell her as it would be to go away with ouat a word She is waiting to be told that you do not want her to remain in your home." e Brood losed his eyes for a second, o and thea strode quickly toward his Swife. "Yvonne. they all want me to take a you along with us," he said. his voice i shaking with the pent-up emotion of weeks. 8- She met his ase calmly, almost se. Srenely. "But .of course, it is quite impossble," she said. "I understand * James." S"It is not posslble." he said, steady ia lag his vole with an eort. "That is why I thought it would be I, better to say good-by here and not at m- the pier. We must have somie respect for appearances, you know.* 8he was h- absolutely unsnoved. He searched her eyes tintently, look. n lag for some sign of weakening on her Spart. He did not know whether to feed s disapHoioted ar angry at what he'haw. p "I don't believe you would have gone is i It had-" a "You need not say itj James. Yo I' did not ask me, and I hive not asked I anything of yo." U "Before I go," he said nervously, "I want to say this to yoa: I have no it feeln of resentment toward youea. I 'a am able to look back uapon what yea I- would have done without a slnagle a thought of anser. You have stood by Smein timeof trouble I owe q great a deal to you, Yvonne. You will not a, accept my gratitude-it waould be a farce to offer it to yoa uder the clr g eumatances. But I want you to know that I am gratefuL You--" _ "Ooo e.pleas. This is the payteo o, logical moment for you to say that t- your home cannot be minl I am ex s. peetina it." s. He straightened up and his eyes il hardened "I shall waever ar that to *t yea, Yvoan. You are my wifea I is shallU expect you to remain my wife to the very end." r, Now. for the frst time, her eyes SISew open with surprise. A bewildered it expresalso esme late them almuos atae. He had said the thing she a least epected. She put out her hanad ' to stady heelf agaiast the der. a- "o-do yotn man that, Jamesr" Sshe sl wederinagly. U "You are my property. You are bond to ma I do not tntead that you Ia shall ever forlget that, Yvonnea I t -don't believe you really love me, but that is not the point Other women d have noet loved their husbands ad yet [. the product. verything is dae tI f the most upto-date style, ad the girls are taught the necUssity' of sraler t, cleanliness and sterlisatloa. Casmink - club day boeomes an ocmasem of social a importance in which all of the ftmtly Ie ;inclded* r pe ti t ndirnctty the - dlabs have belped to awaken a som It. m, socal spirit. Ther, ham bean ineh-s LIm r 1 J at" he' er hmrqHr rili b hesmin' -yet they have been true and loyal to them." "You-you amaze me." she cried. watching his eyes with acute wonder in her own. "Suppose that I should refuse to abide by your-what shall I call it?" "Decision is the word," he supplied grimly. "Well-what then?" "You will abide by it, that's all. I am leaving you behind without the slightest fear for the future. This is your home. You will not abandon4t." "Have I said that I would?" "No." She drew herself up. "Well, I shall now tell you what I intend to do-and have intended to do ever since I dis covered that I could think for myself and not for Matilde. I intend to stay here until you turn me out as unwor thy. I love you, James. You may leave me here feeling very sure of that. I shall go on caring for you all the rest of my life. I am not telling you this In the hope that you will say that you have a spark of love in your soul for me. I don't want you to say it now, James. But as sure as there is a God above us you will say it to me one day, and I will be justified in my own heart." "I have loved you. There was never in this world anything like the love I had for you-I know it now. It was not Matilde I loved when I held you in my arms. I know it now for the first time. I am a man. I loved you I loved your body, your soul-" "Enough!" she cried out sharply. "I was playing at love then. Now I love In earnest. You've never known love such as I can really give. I know you I well, too. You love nobly-and with out end. Of late I have come to be lieve that Matilde could have won out against your-your folly if she had been stronger, less conscious of the pain she felt. If she had stood her ground-here, against you, you would have been conquered. But she did not have the strength to stand and fight as I would have fought. Today I love my sister none the less, but I no longer fight to avenge her wrongs. I am here to fight for myself. You may go away thinking that I am a traitor to her, but you will take with you the conviction that I am honest, and that is the foundation for my claim against you." "I know you are not a traitor to her cause. You are Its lifelong supporter. You have done more for Matilde than-" "Than Matilde could have done for herself? Isn't that true? I have forced you to confess that you loved her for twenty-five years with all your soul. I have done my duty for her. Now I am beginning to take myself into ac Everythin Has Turned Out as It conat. 8ome day we shall meet agatin and-well, it will not be disloyalty to Matilde that moves you to say that you love me. I shall not stay out of youear life forever. It is youear destiny sad mine, James. We are mortals, flesh and blood mortals, a5d we have been a great deal to each other." He was silent for a long time. When at last he spoke his voice was tfall of gentleness. "I do not love yeo, TYvoane. I cannot allow you to look forward to the-the happy ending that you picture so vividly in your imai.l Snation. You sy that you love me. I shall give you the opportunity to prove it to yourself if not to me. When I came back to you a moment ago Dt was to tell you that I expect you to be here-in this house-when I return in a year-perhaps two years. I came back to put it to youe as a command. You are more than my wife. You are my prisoner. You are to pay a penalty as any convicted wrong.doer would pay it condemnaed by law. I order )ou, Therese. to r main ia this ioruse untll I mea to set yoa tree." She stared at him for a momeat and then an odd smile came into her eyes. "A prisoner serving her time ? Is that it, my hustbad" "If yo are here when I retarn I dhball have restum to believe that your love is real, that it Is good and true and endurin. I am afraid of you new. I do net tr1et ye." Her eyes lashed ominouslt. 8he started to sayt somethins, buat rfretrie, cleng her pe tishtly. "You used the word prmisoner," Brood resumed levelly. "Of course ryou . derstand that it is voluntary on your part." r a yea -er a year and a hal, thSt's what it will come to," she mused. "I am I stay in this hese all thattimeo" operation the number of girls has t-n ereased from fli to 30,000, sad tho anp puepriatlos f the seneral education bbrd has advanced tram $5,000 to $75,000. The board has spent no moaey sywlere that h seeured better or The Old WhewE. The world is eternaly plagued y a eelss eu-mabl peole who dread I te n-w her Shhtlisto teo ehi it ever thd beer' inee tat rlmitve . { "Within these four walls," said e. I and has face was very white. "Is that your sentence?". "Call it that if you like, Therese." a "Do you mean that I am not to I put foot outside of these premises?" she asked, wide-eyed. He nodded his I head. "My keepers? Who are they to be? The old men of the sea-" "Your keeper will be the thing you I call Love," said he. ' "Do you expect me to submit to this-" He held up his hand. "I expect you to remain here until I return, Therese. I did not intend to impose this condi 1 tion upon you by word of mouth. I I was going away without a word, but , you would have received from Mr. f Dawes a sealed envelope as soon as r the ship sailed. It contains this ver diet in writing. He will hand it to you, of course, but now that you know the f contents it will not be necesary to-" 1 "And when you do come back am I to hope for something more than r your pardon and a release?" she cried, r with fine irony in her voice. r "I will not promise anything," said he, slowly. She drew a long breath and there r was the light of triumph in her eyes. Laying her slim hand on his arm, she r said: "I am content, James. I am sure I of you now. You will find me here s when you choose to come back, be it a in one year or twenty. Now go, my man! They are waiting for you. Be kind to them, poor souls, and tell them all that you have Just told me. It will make them happy. They love me, you see." "Yes, they do love you," said he, put ting his hands upon her shoulders. They smiled into each other's eyes. "Good-by, Therese. I will return." t "Good-by, James. No, do not kiss me. It would be mockery. Good luck and-God speed you home again." r Their hands met in a warm, firm clasp. "I will go with you as far as the door t of my prison." t From the open door she smiled out upon the young people in the motor · and waved her handkerchief in gay farewell. Then she closed the door and walked slowly down the hallway r to the big library. She was alone in the house save for the servants. The 1 t old men had preceded the voyagers to t the pier. Standing in the center of the room, she surveyed this particular cell in her prison with a sort of calm disdain. "He has taken the only way to con quer himself," she mused, half aloud. "He is a wise man-a very wise man. I might have expected this of him." She pulled the bell cord, and Jones, who had just re-entered the house, came at once to the room. "Yes, madam." "When Mr. Dawes and Mr. Riggs re turn from the ship, tell them that I shall expct them to have luncheon with me. hat's all, thank you." "Yes, madam." "By the way, Jones, yot may always set the table for three." Jones blinked. It was a most un usual order. He had been trying to screw up his courage to inquire what his mistress' plans were for the im mediate future-whether she intended to travel, should he dismiss the serv ants, would she spend the heated term in the mountains, etc, etc. He, as well as the rest of the servants, won dered why the master's wife had bees left behind. Her instructions, there fore, to lay three places at the table took him completely by surprise "knocked the breath out of him," he expressed it to the cook a few mi utes later. She had never been knows to take a meal with the garrulous oM men. They bored her to distraction. aceording to Celeste. And now he was to lay places for them-always! It was most extr'ordernary! A cold, blustery night in January, six months after the beginstng e TaYvonns's voluntary servitude in the prison to whleh her husband had coam mitted her. In the big library, beafte Sa roaring are sat the two old me, * very much as they had sat on the De t cember night that heralded the ap Ipreach of the new mistress of the Shouse of Brood, except that on tia , occasion they were eminently sober. a On the corner of the table lay a lo, yellow envelope-a cablegram ad Sdressed to Mrs. James Brood. S"It's been here for two hours arid , she don't even think of openlng It to Ssee what's inside," complained Mr. SRtgs, but entirely without rrear. I. "It's her babeass Joe," said i. . Dawes, pauling hard at his elgar. o "Maybe some one's dead," said Mr. . Riggs, dolorously. t "Like as not," said his friend, "ubt Swhat of itT" I "What of it, yeu infernal-but, ea. oi cuse me, Danbury. I won't say it. It a agalnst the rules, God bless 'em. Bat 7I will say that if anybody elms had a asked that question I'd sy he was a Sblthern, aunmatural fool Il any I body's dead, she ought to aknow it" ' "But supposinas obody Ii dead," Sprotested Mr. Dawes. "There's no use argut with ys." -. "Shell read tt when she gets go Sand ready. At preqent she prefers to Sread the lettes that Just emse fLes Preddy and Lyddy. What's a cale Sgram combaed to the klnd of leutes Sthey write? Answer me, Jo.a" "Foolish questions like that-'." S"Haven't yeo had letters from them? Yeao've been tickled to death over their Shappiness and their prospect and-" L "That doesa't prove that they're not dead or dying or in trouble or-" "Maybe it's from Jim," said his f iemd, a wistl look t his blear old "--I hope it is by gea" exelajmed Sthe other, and tha they got up and Swent over to examine the envelope Sfor t the teth time. "I wish he'd tel raph pr write or do smeflt Da - have carried an tiqe Stlntlock pla tl nown as U old whee. 'WIth a this they take deliberate aim ad t o noise which owi is: "Of course y there is soee truth in what you say, r bUt n can ameve chane human a tue." Now while old campaigners lhe Columbus, Drlam , Cromwe8 and Ilotano Bruno could view this weap a en witt quantmtty, tt did often terridy Saultear rebek lato sine, antI onea It boler than the rest sohked utinsh e eSi ls the bare, The ..at. a r M ina5 wa athis ,oueY· She's never had a line from him Maybe this Is something at last." "What puzzles me is that she always seems disappointed when there's noth Sing in the post from him, and here's a cablegram that might be the very ,thing she's looking for and she pays !no attention to it. It certainly beats me." I "You know what puzzles me more than anything else? I've said it a hundred times. She never goes outside this house-eecept in the garden-day a or night. You'd think she was an in valid-or afraid of detectives or some thing like that. God knows she ain't I a sick woman. I never saw a healthier t one. Rain or shine, winter or summer she walks up and down that courtyard a till you'd think she'd wear a path in the stones. Eats like a soldier, laughs like a kid, and I'11 bet she sleeps like a one, she's so fresh and bright-eyed in the morning." 1 "Well, I've got this to say, Joe Riggs: she has been uncommonly de cent to you after the way you used to treat her when she first came here. I She's made you feel everlastingly ashamed of your idiotic behavior-' s "I beg your pardon, Danbury." ex claimed Mr. Riggs. striking the table a with his bony knuckles so violently a that the books and magazines bounced a into the air. "Don't you ever say any t thing like that again to me. It's against the rules for me to call you a scoundrelly liar or I'd do it in a sec a ond." 1 "For your sake, sir, I'm glad it's I against the rules," said Mr. Dawes, fiercely. "I'm mighty glad." Mr. Riggs allowed a sheepish grin to steal over his wrinkled visage. "I apologize, Danbury." "And so do I," said his friend, where upon they shook hands with great cor diality-as they did at least a dozen times a day since the beginning of the new regime. r "She's the finest, loveliest woman on earth," said Mr. Riggs. t "I never knew I could be so happy r as I've been during the past six / months. Why, this house is like a bird ' cage filled with canaries. I some times feel like singing my head off I and as for whistling! I haven't whis t tied for years till now. I-" ) "Sh!" hissed Mr. Riggs, suddenly f backing away from the table and try r ing to affect an unconcerned examina I tion of a worn spot in the rug. Mrs. Brood was descending the stairs, lightly, eagerly. In another in " stant she entered the room. "How nice the fire looks," she cried. crossing the room. Never had she been more radiantly, seductively beau 4 tiful than at this very instant. "My cablegram-where is it?" The old men made a simultaneous dash for the long-neglected envelope. I Mr. Dawes, being fat and aggressive, I succeeded in being the first to clutch it in his eager fingers. "Better read it, Mrs. Brood," he 5 panted, thrusting it into her hand. "Maybe it's bad news." She regarded him with one of her D most mysterious smiles. "No, my t friend, it is not bad news. It is good Snews. It is from my husband." I "But you haven't read it," gasped Mr. Riggs. i "Ah, but I know, just the same." She s deliberately slit the envelope with a - slim finger and held it out to them. . "Read it If you like." - They solemnly shook their heads, s too amased for words. She unfolded - the sheet and sent her eyes swiftly " over the printed contents. Then, to i- their further stupefaction she pressed a the bit of paper to her red lips. Her I eyes lashed like diamonds. i. "Listen! Here is what it says: a 'Come by the first steamer. I want I you to come to me, Therese.' And met It is signed 'Your husband.' " - "Hurrayt" ihauted the two old man. r, "But," she said, shaing bher head I slowly, "I rball at obey." a "What! You-you won't pg" i- gasped Mr. Riggs. S"No!" she cried, the ring of tri u, mph ain her voice. She suddenly Sclapped her hands to her breast and -uttered a long, deep sigh of JaJ. "N, el shall not go to him" a The old men stared helplessly while r. she sank luxriously into a chair and -, stuck her little feet out to the fire. I- They felt their knees grow weak unu der the weight of their saddenly inert d bodlea. o "But, Mrs. Brood, he wants yroul" .l osme almost in a groa from the lipe L of Mr. Rigge S She iUghted a elgarette. "If he wants me, Mr. Riggs, let him come and get Sme," she said sending a leng clouead of smoke toward the elinag as she lay back in the chair and crossed her ifeet in absolute, uter contetment "He will come, my dear old friends oh, I am sare that he will come." "You-yeu daon't know him, Mrs. Brood," lamented Mr. Dawes Ha's made of steel. --" "He will come and unlock the door, Mr. Dawes," said she, aremely. "He is also made of lesh and blood. The steel you speak of was in his heart. It has been withdrawn at last. My friends, he will come and get me-very soon. ¥ing for Jones, please." S"Wh--what are you going to do?" a Mr. Dawes had the temerity to ask. S"Send a cablegram to my husband SsayIn-" Shea paused to smile at the Saming logs, a sweet, rapturous smile that neither of the old men could eom it preheud. ir " ayin-what?"' demanded Mr " Riggs, anxiously. S"That I cannot come to him," she said, as she stretched out her arms Stowanrd the east. THE END. l First English Medals isslued. te Medals as decorations for military Sservice were first issued in England aI by Charles I in 1643. o ery: The Old Wheeze is loaded with ) nothing but blank cartrldges.--ey gmour Deming, in Atlantic Monthly. 7. Immutability. a- In a field that I passed there wat r unearthed, not long ago, the greatl ad country grange of a Roman settler, ' with its refectory, its little cloistered !y court, its baths and chambers, and orehebiam And it may all last on h- hardly changng, for another thousand Syearse, o ur l er stillU--A, C. Bmos a" to the Medh Amaeleam Ilr-4" SPRAY OUTFIT FOR 0 Choice of Machine Must Be Largely by Number of T Local Conditions, Spray machines which pumping power from the w are entirely inadetuate to the requirements for orchard s are Unsatisfactory where the the trees nec ·sit.ýtes stoppin der to do thorough work. chines are ver, useful, howvg spraying suclh crops as gratp toes. tomatoes and! the like. Thi choice of a spraying must be governe'd largely by tie of the orchard and the under a\hich it is to be used. ' ore hard of tifteen acres, if tel are tL n years old or more, a mad h.l,e ~ ll soon pay for the savirmg of labor and the profiti from more effective In large' orchards there shOae. sufficient number of machines t a an application in the course of 4..'a Peaches From Well-Sprayd eight days If best results realized. In the selection of p~o aside from efficiency, the eifW to be considered are wei*gh tion, mounting with referem venience of handling in th the accessories, such as rods, hose, nozzles, etc. the weight there Is little the desirability of the standard makes, eexeptial features of a particular appeal to different ladi PRUNE GOOSEBERRY Plant Should Be daesd to Ibe of Plants That WIN vigorous Coadlilus (Br C. L LE'R¶', Oie. tI tion.) I Prane the gooseberry ts a ries are borne on the two, four-yeaeold wood, but I the fruit grow too sm a yearold wood aad it IuM out. The currat beam frIt on the two sad wood. All aes of eIthW Sfraits should be cat out wh I gin to droop tbward the Sall canes that are week. The plant should be s number of plants that wlU I vigorous condition. Whm . to grow narly, old ad Sshould be removed. The t ing should be renewed in f ten yin. -" .... While the bushes will 1 5 henger time, the ftu toee in too small to be rodtable. · WHY WE PRUNE FRUIT Chief Objects ef Operalle r - Summed =Up-Am g Othlr Feoilitasl HIarvmatug1 The prlncipsl objects o Strees may be smmed e h11r follows: 1. To modify the Yior aft * 2. To keep the tree *I1 Swithin bounds. t 3. To make the tree Sin 4. Toopenthe tre topt and sunshine. 5. To reduce the stub . enee in the tree top. A branches. 7. To ald in stimulatiU o epment of fruit buds. 8. To thin the frutt. 9. To make thorouth slb1. To factlitate the the fruit. Tree Pu Some people fall intoe of supposing that evofy pruning and sprSYlaL but s5L the case. It is for yeou t , whether your tree needs lsnbS d for others to decide WO trees and shrubs need sra id .Keep Fortllier r Aen'Y. , Do not place any fertilisfr _ tact with the roots of t1,6 51 d : ing. The trees can be i any time after platnlt ttL wt .a any !,,rtilizer used in fa15J .n need. 4 ingredients ar i L , Sphorice acid and nitrogen I Unpacking NuIMr SAlways unpack nura .ek soon as it is reeeidlt m Swhether it is in good c6· e' It may then be hnb eeld 5 pat.