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[ STORY J
Eleanor M. Ingram
Author of II
"The Game and the Candle "I
Illustration* by I
RjY WALTERS jj
(Copyright l-io by Bobbs-Herrlli Co.)
The (Story opens on Long Island, near
New York city, where Miss Emily
Ffrench. a relative of Ethan Ffrench,
manufacturer of the celebrated "Mer
cury" automobile, loses her way. The
car has stopped and her cousin, Dick
Ffrench, is too muddled with drink to
direct it aright. They meet another car
which is run by a professional racer
named Ixstrange. Tiie latter fixes up
the Ffrench car and directs Miss Ffrench
how to proceed homeward. Ethan
Ffrench has disinherited his son, who
has disappeared. He informs Emily
plainly that he would like to have her
marry I>iok, who la a good-natured but
irresponsible fellow. It appears that a
partner of Ethan Ffrenuh wanting an ex
pert to race with the "Mercury** at auto
events, has engaged Estrange, and at
the Ffrrnch factory Emily encounters the
young man. They refer pleasantly to
their meeting when Dick conies along and'
recognizes the young racer. Dk-k likes
the way Lest range ignores their first
meeting when he appeared to a disad
vantage. Leslrange tells Emily that he
will try to educate her indifferent cousin
as an automobile expert. Dick under
takes his business schooling under the
tutelage of Lestrange. Dick Is sheer grit,
And in making a test race meets with
an accident. Lestrange meets Emily in
the moonlit garden of the Ffrench home.
Under an Impulse he cannot control he
kisses her and she leaves him, confessing
tin her own heart that she returns his
love. The uncle of Emily, learning of
Iher attachment to Lestrange, informs her
that the man is his disbarred son, whom
*he has never seen before being adopted
by him. He claims that his son ran away
with a dissolute actress, refuses to ac
knowledge him, and orders Emily to
think of Dick as her future husband.
CHAPTER V.I 11.
Six o'clock was the hour set for the
start of the Beach race. And It was
just seventeen minutes past five
when Dick Ffrench, hanging in a
frenzy of anxiety over the paddock
fence circling the inside of the mile
oval, uttered something resembling a
liowl and rushed to the gate to signal
his recreant driver. From the oppo
isite Bide of the track Lestrange waved
jgay return, making his way through
jthe officials and friends who pressed
around him to shake bands or slap
Jbis shoulder caressingly, jesting and
•questioning, calling directions and ad
vice. A brass band played noisily in
the grand-stand, where the crowd
heaved and surged; the racing ma
chines were roaring In their camps.
"What's the matter? Where were
you?" cried Dick, when at last Le
etrange crossed the course to the cen
tral field. "The cars are going out
now for the preliminary run. Rupert's
■nearly crazy, snarling at everybody,
and the other man has been getting
ready to start instead of you."
"Well, he can get unready," smiled
Lestrange. "Keep cool, Ffrench; I've
got half an hour and I could start
now. I'm ready."
i He was ready; clad In the close-fit
ting khaki costume whose immaculate
•daintiness gave no hint of the cer
tainty that before the first six hours
ended "it would be a wreck of yellow
dust and oil. As he paused in run
ning an appraising glance down the
street-like row of tents, the waite
clothed driver of a spotless white car
shot out on his way to the track, but
halted opposite the latest arrival to
etretch a cordial hand.
"I hoped a trolley car had bitten
you," he shouted. "The rest of us
would have more show if you got lost
en the way, Darling."
The boyish driver- at the next tent
looked up as they passed, and came
grinning over to give his clasp.
"Get a move on; what you been do-
In' all day, dear child? They've been
givin" your manager sal volatile to
hold him still.*' He nodded at the agi
tated Dick in ironic commiseration.
"Go get out your car, Darling; 1
waiit to beat you," chaffed the next In
" Strike up the band, here comes a
driver,'" sang another, with an en
trancing French accent.
Laughing, retorting, shaking hand*
with each comrade rival, Lestrange
went down the row to bis own tent.
At his approach a swarm of mechanics
from the factory stood back ."from the
long, low, gray car, the driver who
v.as to relieve him during the night
and day ordeal slipped down from the
seat and unmasked.
"He's here," announced Dick super
f.uously. "Rupert—where's i Rupert?
Dont tell me he's gone now! Le
But Rupert was already emerging
from the tent with Lestrange's gaunt
lets and cap, his expression a study
in the sardonic.
"It hurts me fierce to think how you
must have hurried." he observed.
"Did you walk both ways, or only all
three? I'm no Eve, but I'd give a
snake an apple to know where you've
been all day."
"Would you?" queried Lestrange
provokingly, clasping the goggles be
fore his eyes. "Well. I've spent the
last two hours on the Coney Island
beach, about three •quares from here,
watching the kiddles play In the sand.
I didn't feel like driving just then. It
was mighty soothing, too."
Rupert stared at him. a dry un
willing smile slowly crinkling his dark
"Maybe, Darling," he drawled, and
turned to make hi 3 own preparations.
Fascinated and useless, Dick looked
on at the methodical flurry of the next
few moments; until Lestrange was in
his seat and Rupert swung in beside
him. Then a gesture summoned him
to the side of the machine.
•TO run in again before we race,
of course," said Lestrange to him,
above the» deafening noise of the mo
tor. "Be around here; I want to see
Rupert leaned out, all good-humor
once more as he pointed to the ma
"Got a healthy talk, what?" he ex
The car darted forward.
A long round of applause welcomed
Lestrange's swooping advent on the
track. Handkerchiefs and scarfs were
waved; his name passed from mouth
"Popular, ain't he?" chuckled a me
chanic next to Dick. "They don't for
get that Georgia trick, no, sir."
It was not many times that the
cars could circle the track. Quarter
of six blew from whistles and klax
ons, signal flags sent the cars to their
camps for the last time before the
"Come here," Lestrange beckoned
to Dick, as he brought his machine
shuddering to a standstill before the
tent. "Here, close —we've got a mo
ment while they fill tanks."
He unhooked his goggles and leaned
over as Dick came beside the wheel,
the face so revealed bright and quiet
In the sunset of glow.
"One uever can tell what may hap
pen," he said. "Fd rather tell you
now than chance your feeling after
ward that I didn't treat you quite
squarely in keeping still. I hope you
won't take it is my father did; we've
been good chums, you and I. I am
your cousin, David Ffrench."
The moment furnished no words.
Dick leaned against the car, absolute
"Of course, I'm not going back to
Ffrenchwood. After this race I shall
go to the Duplex company; I used to
be with them and they've wanted me
back. Your company can get along
without me, now all is running well —
Indeed, Mr. Ffrench has dismissed
me." His firm lip bent a little more
firnly. "The work I was doing is in
your hands and Bailey's; see It
through. Unless you too want to
break off with me, we'll have more
time to talk over this."
"Break off!" Dick straightened his
chubby figure. "Break oft with you,
"Go on. My name is Lestrange now
A shriek from the official klaxon
"Water," He Demanded Tersely.
summoned the racers, Rupert swung
back to his seat. Dick reached up his
hand to the other in the first really
dignified moment of his life.
"I'm glad you're my kin, Lestrange,"
he said. "I've liked you anyhow, but
I'm glad, Just the same. And I don't
care what rot they say of you. T*ke
care of yourself."
Lestrange bared his hand to "return
the clasp, his warm smile flashing to
his cousin; then the swirl of prepara
tion swept between them and Dick
next saw-him* as part of one of the
throbbing, flaming row of machine*
before the Judges' stand, t
It was not a tranquillzlng experi
ence for an amateur to witness t&e
start, when the fourteen powerful cars
sprang simultaneously for the first
curve, struggling for possession of the
narrow track-In a wheel to wheel con
test where one -Bttl»ltauch meant the
wreck of many. Alter that first view,
Dick sat weakly down on an oil barrel
and watched the race In a state of
fascinated endurance. '
The golden and violet sunset melted,
pearl-like into the black cup of night.
The glare of many searchlights made
the track a glistening band of white,
around which circled the cars, them
selves gemmed with white and crim
son lamps. The cheers of the peo
ple as the lead was taken by one fa
vorite or another, the hum of voices,
the music and uproar of the machines
blended into a web of sound indescrib
able. The spectacle was at once ul
tramodern and classic in antiquity of
At eight o'clock Lestrange came fly
ing in. sent off the track to have a
"Water," he demanded tersely, in
the sixty seconds of the stop, and.
laughed openly at Dick's expression
while he took the cup
"Why didn't you light it o«tthft»r
asked the novice. Infected by the speed
fever around him. ,-; vV-Sts
"Forgot ; our matches," Rupert flung
over his; shoulder, as '' they dashed out
An ! oil-smeared mechanic • patroniz
ingly explained: /. ,,.,-l^^l
' "You can't have * cars manicuring all
over the ; track and f people tripping
over 'em. You get sent off ito light 1 up, i.
and if you don't go they fine you. laps
made." ' ' ~
- Machines • darted Yin and out from
their camps at ■ intervals, each waking
a frenzy of excitement among its men.
At ten o'clock the Mercury car came
in ; again, this time limping with a flat
tire, to be fallen on by its mechanics.
, "We're leading, *; but we'll lose by
this," said Lestrange, out to
relax : and meditatively contemplating
the alternate driver, who was standing
across the camp. "Ffrench, at twelve
I'll have to come in to rest ! some, and
turn my machine over to the other
man. And I won't have him wrecking
it for me. I want ■ you, as owner, to
give him absolute orders to do ;ho
speeding; let him hold a fifty-two
mile' an hour average until I take .the
wheel again." -r
"I can't do it. You, of course."
"You could," Dick answered. "I've
been thinking how you and I will run
that factory together. It's all stuff
about your going away; why should
you? You and your father take me
as junior partner, you know I'm not
big enough for anything else."'
"You're man's size," Lestrange as
sured, a hand on his shoulder. "But
—it won't do. I'll not forget the offer,
"All on!" a dozen voices signaled;
men scattered in every direction as
Lestrange sprang to his place.
The hours passed on the wheels of
excitement and suspense. When Le
strange came in again, only a watch
convinced Dick that it was midnight.
"You gave the order?" Lestrange
He descended, taking off his mask
and showing a face white with fa
tigue under the streaks of dust and
"I'll be all right in half an hour,"
he nodded, in answer to Dick's excla
mation. "Send one of the boys for
coffee, will you, please? Rupert needs
some, too. Here, one of you others,
ask one of those idle doctor's appren
tices to come over with a fresh band
age; my arm's a trifle untidy."
In fact, his right sleeve was wet
and red, where the strain of driving
had reopened the injury of the day be
fore. But he would not allow Dick to
speak of it.
"I'm going to spend an hour or two
resting. Come in, Ffrench, and we'll
chat in the intervals, if you like."
"And Rupert? Where's he?" Dick
wondered, peering into the dark with
a vague impression of lurking dangers
on every side.
"He's hurried in out of the night
air," reassured familiar accents; a
small figure lounged across into the
light, making vigorous use of a drip
ping towel. "Tell Darling I feel faint
and I'm going over to that grand-stand
oafe ala car to get some pie. I'll be
back in time to read over my last
lesson from the chauffeur's corre
spondence school. Oh, see what's
A telegraph messenger boy had
come up to Dick.
"Richard Ffrench?" he verified.
The message was from New York.
"All coming down," Dick read. "Lim
ousine making delay. Wire me at St.
Royal of race. Bailey."
Far from pleased, young Ffrench
hurriedly wrote the desired answer
and gave it to the boy to be sent. But
he thrust the yellow, envelope into
his pocket before turning to the tent
where Lestrange was drinking cheap
black coffee while an impatient youns
surgeon hovered near.
The hour's rest was characteristical
ly spent. Washed, bandaged, and re
freshed, . Lestrange dropped on a cot
in the back of the tent and pushed a
roll of motor garments beneath his
head for a pillow. There he intermit
tently spoke to his companion of what
ever the moment suggested; listening
to every sound of the race and inter
spersing acute comment, starting up
'whenever the voice of his own ma
chine hinted that the driver .was dis
obeying instructions or the shrill klax
on gave warning of trouble. But
through it all Dick gathered much of
the family story.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
But In Her Case-
Woman's wit readily adapts Itself
to all place and all occasions. A
lecturer was delivering a
practical talk on beauty and the
beauty cult for the entertainment of
the Woman's Professional league of
New York at an Interesting session
In the course of her lecture the
speaker emphasized the point that cer
tain measurements were fundamental
ly important Unhappily, however.
the lecturer herself had a form if
her unusual bulk could be dignified by
such a term—that was fashioned on
anything but the lines of the Keller
Proceeding with her dissertation on
measurements, she held up a very fat.
round wrist, and said: "Now, twice
around my wrist once around my
throaL Twice around my throat, once
around my waist Twice around my
"Once around Central Park!- ex
ploded an irrepressible young thing
out in the audience, and the storm of
laughter that followed was altogether
FOR ETHEL'S LOVE
Lover Dreams He Killed Rival and
Surrenders to Marshal.
By LOUISE PARKS BELL.
Bailey banged the door behind him
riciously, and slung his hat into the
farthest corner of the room. Up and
down the narrow floor he paced nerv
ously, his mind going over and over
the irritating events of the evening.
It was a sultry night in mid-August,
and when he had lounged down to the
saloon on the corner he had been in
no pleasant frame of mind. It had
been a long day, and the whole heat
of the town had seemed concentrated
In the tiny- dry goods store. All the
most tiresome and exacting customers
In the county had come in, it seemed
to Bailey; a never ending stream of
fretful women, worn out by the beat
ing rays of the sun. V
Supper had not been an enjoyable
meal; Mrs. Wilson's baby had cried
all the time, the flies had buzzed more
persistently than ever, and never had
food looked more uninviting. A dense
pall of suffocating heat hung over the
town as Bailey drifted to the bar.
He was not a drinking man ordinar
ily but Ethel was out of town, and
he'felt a restless craving for compan
ionship. Of course he drank too
much; at the time it seemed to be
the only way of cooling off. It failed
of tts effect, however, and before he
knew it he and Calvert were engaged
in a bitter quarrel. The original cause
was trifling, but it was soon lost sight
of and the long-smoldering enmity be
tween the two suitors for the same
girl broke forth unrestrained. Cal
vert's final taunt was fresh in his
ears as he paced the floor, that sutble
assurance of success and peer at his
Bailey clenched his fists again.
Impotent hatred raged within him, and
his thoughts were black.
Presently he calmed down a little,
and the close atmosphere began to op
press him. He undressed languidly,
flinging his clothes here and there,
and breathing heavily. He. went out
in the hall when he had donned his
pajamas.and brought in a pitcher of
water, which he put down on the table
beside his bed. He poured- some out
in a glass and took a sip, grimacing
at its tepid taste. Setting it down, he
lay down on the bed and tried to
The heat-laden air pressed down on
him, he turned restlessly from one
side to the other, vainly seeking com
fort. After an interminable time he
fell asleep, an uneasy, broken slum
ber that was worse than wakefulness.
At last he gave up the attempt to
rest, and got up to see if it was cooler
by the window. He stood there for a
few seconds, breathing the same suf
focating air. Not a leaf stirred any
where, the very moon loomed red and
mot low in the sky.
Footsteps sounded down the de
serted street. Bailey leaned out to
see who the nocturnal wanderer could
be. With a start he recognized Cal
vert, Calvert swinging along jauntily,
and whistling the wedding march con
That was the final straw. All the
pent-up passions of the evening rush
ed to the surface, and almost invol
untarily Bailey opened his door and
stealthily crept down the stairs. The
front door stood ajar, only the screen
wall hooked. Hurriedly he unfastened
that, and hastened up the street after
the unconscious Calvert.
As he went his mind was busy.
Calvert lived on the other side of the
river, and would have to cross the
rickety old bridga that spanned it.
If he went fast he could overtake him
there, and it would look like an acci-
Bailey quickened his pace until he
was almost running. His victim never
turned his head, but went on whistling
to his doom.
At the bridge Bailey was but a step
or two behind. In the middle of the
bridge he made up that distance, and
dealt Calvert a crashing blow behind
the ear. He dropped like a log.
Bailey looked all around cautiously.
The moon had gone behind a cloud,
and the placid little village lay on the
river bank undisturbed. Not a sound
broke the silence, not a murmur at
tested that his crima had been wit
He had to force himself to touch
tfoat limp figure lying there so still*,
but the fear that the moon might
come out made him hurry. He gather
ed it up gingerly, and with a mighty
effort flung it over the railing.
With a splash the body disappear
ed, and as it sank the moon .came out
three times brighter than before.
Bailey leaned on the rail and watched
the-ripples, sick at heart.
He knew Calvert could*not swim,
and even if he recovered from his
swoon at once he could not make his.
way to the shore. Yet somehow that
knowledge did not cheer Batley. He
shuddered as he stared at the ripples,
slowly dying away.
His thoughts drifted into a new
channel. How would Ethel take the
news, he wondered. A sudden pang
smote his heart. He had pretended
to love her—and yet, if she had cared
for Calvert he had destroyed her fu
; tare happiness. And if Calverfs
words had not been true he had ruin
ed hit own chances. He could not go
to her with his hands stained crimson
with human blood.
Realization of what he had done
■wept over him, like a flood. Suppose
Calvert had lied —and it was possible
—why had he not questioned Ethel,
instead of letting his passions rale
him? HUI love seemed a selfish end
unholy thing. He clung to the r«II-
Ing. half determined to end It all. to \
■Ink to rest beside his victim. j
Somewhere within him a *<****
feeling stirred. Since he had done
this thing he were a coward to shir*
the consequences, he must l*ar Ills
punishment He would go and give
himself up to the law.
His decision made, he cast one part
ing glance at the river beneath him, j
lying calm and motionless In the clear
moonlight. With steady steps he
pursued his way to the home of the
town marshal, in whose portly per
son was embodied the majesty of the
He rang the bell with a determined
hand, and as its deep tones died away
a fluttering night-shirt appeared in
"Well what is it?" boomed out the
massive figure adding in a lower rum-)
ble, "Its a good thing it's bo hot I
can't sleep, with people coming this
time of night."
Bailey felt a sense of something
strange creeping over him. He had to
make a mighty effort to recall hi*
purpose in coming hither. But aftesr
a moment his memory and resolution
returned, and he spoke clearly and
"I have come," he announced, ti
give myself up for the murder of Roy
"Well, I'll be dinged!" ejaculated
the marshal. "Well, I'll be dinged!"
He sat weakly down on the door
"It's Tom Bailey, as I live," he mur
mured huskily. Then he turned his
head and called, "Wes, you and Roy
come down here right away."
Bailey brushed aside these Inter
"I'm ready to go to jail," he de
The marshal rose and surveyed him
from head to toe.
"Heat, I guess," he remarked, slow
ly shaking his head. "Light the lamp
in there," he directed to some one in
The light flared up brightly. Bailey
gasped. Standing beside the table,
arrayed in brilliant pajamas, was Wes
ley Stevens, the marshal's son —and.
behind him was Roy Calvert!
He knew it could not be true, and
strove to tear his fascinated gaze from
The elder Stevens spoke.
"It's lucky you stayed here with
Weß tonight, Roy," he rumbled, "or
I'd have been locking Tom up. He
says he's murdered you."
The specter broke into strangely
"It must be the heat," It declared In
earthly tones, "or'else —Tom, what
I re you carrying in your left hand?"
For the first time Bailey realized
that he held something. He looked
down. In his left hand he was carry
ing a glass of water, full to the brim.
"Wh—what!" he gasped.
"You've been dreaming, old fellow!"
cried Calvert, coming forward and
clapping Bailey on the shoulder with
a force that dispelled all doubts as to
his reality, "and you walked down
here in your sleep, carrying that wa
ter. Don't you remember, Wes, how
he used to walk in his sleep when we
were kids, and carry anything that
was by his bed along with him?"
Wes corroborated this with an em
"I was teasing you down at Moore's
tonight," continued Calvert, "and I
guess I went a little too far. This
heat has made us all bughouse. So
that and the heat made you dream
you killed me."
"Yes, the beat," echoed Bailey, not
quite recovered from the shock of his
"Well, go on home and get some
sleep now," said the marshal. "You
can sleep now —see, it's beginning to
rain. This hot spell's over."
Office That Nobody Wanted.
Viscount Haldane, the lord chan
cellor, has just told how he came to be
appointed British minister of war, an
office he held till recently. When the
late Sir Henry Campbell-Bannerman
was forming his ministry nearly seven
years ago he suggested one or two of
fices to Lord Haldane.
"I replied," Lord Haldane contin
ued: '"There is another office I
should like. , I do not know much
about it, but it is full of most fascin
"Sir Henry asked: "What is that?' I
answered: 'The war office. Is it full?*
"Sir Henry exclaimed: 'Full? No one
win touch it with a pole.'
"I went to the war office, and really
had a very easy time there. I found
la !ll%toftnflfer of young generals, with
minds full of our shortcomings . be^
cause they had come fresh from South
Africa with Its evidence of unprepar
edness. We all sat down to think to
gether, and that was how the Imperial
general staff grew up.'
London's Water Supply.
The eighth annual report of the
metropolitan water board states that
the total amount of water supplied
by that body during the year ended
March 31, 1911, was 82470,600,090 gal
lons, representing a weight of 366,800,
--000 tons and a daily average of 225,
--000,00 V) gallons. The total volume of
water abstracted from the Thames
was 49,962,000,000 gallons, the re
mainder being obtained from the Lea
and from gravel beds, natural springs
and wells. The supply from the last
named source amounted to 14,484.
--000,000 gallons. The month in which
most water was supplied was June,
the difference between the daily aver
age of that month and that for Janu
ary being 35,000,000 gallons, or fire
gallons per head of the estimated
population of the board's area, whloh
is 7,099,871. The average dally supply
per head throughout the year was
31.57 gallons, a decrease from 331,*S
smUpos In 1909-10.—London Globe.
GRAPES FOR USE IN WINTEI
Placed In Department of House Cell*
Without Any Artificial Heat
Some Keep Well.
What a pity It Is that grapes win
not keep longer. Every autumn
place in a department of my housi
cellar, where there is no artificial heat;
baskets of various varieties of grapes,
says a writer in Green's Fruit Grower,
I do not expect the Worden, Concor^
Delaware and Niagara to keep long
therefore I consume them first After
these I consume the Brighton, which
is a fairly good keeper, but which
shrivels up considerably. Barry hai
kept well with me this season. Gacrt
ncr, a red grape, has kept perfectly
up to Thanksgiving.
Mills, a black grape with very largg
compact cluster, is the best keeper o(
all that I have tested, being in per
fect condition on Thanksgiving day.
I hear of many methods of keeping
A Good Keeping Variety.
grapes through the winter, but I have
never succeeded in doing so in my
ordinary fruit room. The grapes must
not be placed in piles in baskets or
boxes. With me they do the best in
single layers. If one layer is piled on
top of another they are inclined to rot
Some people cut off portions of the
Tine with dusters on it and place the
ends of the vine in a bottle of water
and report good results in keeping the
grapes plump and fresh. Others in
sert one end of each stem of grapes
in a bottle of water, but when the
water evaporates it must have atten
tion, therefore this is rather an ex
pensive method. The Catawba has
the reputation of being the best keep
er of the hardy nothern grapes. The
Catawba and even the Delaware are
kept, as I assume in cold storage, and
put on the market in western New '
York all through the winter, but I ob
serve there is difficulty in keeping
even the Catawba in prime condition
for the holidays.
INSULATOR FOR THE TREES
Wood Used Should Be Thoroughly
Waterproofed to Prevent Branches
Pajt of the telephone lineman's
work consists in keeping the wires
clear of trees and their branches,
which often afford a good ground. The
Morse tree insulator here shown is
simple and quickly placed on the wire,
" Tree Insulator. 1
*a;» the Popular Electricity, It is ».|
rectangular piece of wood that may
.■ be placed on a wire by means of • two
crosswise grooves deep enough -" to
meet ; a shallow, groove lon the face.
The wire passes from one crosswise |
groove :along the face groove and out
bj^^f thg> second «apv<yhe mtffj
die; of the insulator tffus held by the
wire bearing against the limb or tree
without the use of nails or other fas- j
teners. The wood for the insulator is ,
thoroughly waterproofed. v
Quantities of Water.
Consider the kind of plant you are .
watering. Soft-etemmed kinds, espe
cially those with large leaves, :: will i
require much more water than bard- •
wooOttd, ■low-growing kinds. While ■
the former easily recover from drouth,
the hard-wooded suffer permanently
from extremes. •■'-IV}'. ;,:
'. The seasons and time of day should
also be watched. Plants not in active
growth should ibe watered \ sparingly
onto they have regained their foliage.
Watering in the evening Just before ;
dark greatly aids fungous diseases, |
as the foliage remains wet through
the night. I
Cool th« Ashes.
Ashes Cor fertilizing the grape vine I
should be cooled before applying them I
and then they should be so placed that
tfeMtr wfll not come in contact wi» I
the Tine Itself bat rather enter Of j
ground and tertOiu the root*. *