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THE GRAFTERS FRANCIS LYNDE (Copyright,19M, bj The Bobb»-lUrriU Co.j CHAPTER XXIV.-CONTINUED. "I knew you'd make difficulties when It came to the paying part of it, and Since I didn't know, myself, I wired Mr. Ormsby again. Here is what he Rays," and she untwisted a second tel egram and read it to him. 'Fee should Hot be less than five per cent, of bonded Indebtedness four-flfth in stock at par one-fifth cash no cure, no pay.'" "Three million five hundred thou-. Hand dollars!" gasped Kent. "It's only nominally that much," she laughed. "The stock part of it is mere ly your guaranty of good faith: it is worth next to nothing now, and it will be many a long day before it goes to pas, even If you are successful in sav ins its life. So your magnificent fee Bhrl/iks to $700,000, less your expen ses." "But heavens and earth! that's aw ful!" said Kent. "Not when you consider it as a sur geon's risk. You happen to be the one tnan who has the idea, and if it isn't carried out, the patient is going to die lo-iaorrow" night, permanently. You are the specialist in this case, and spe cialists come high. Now you may go and attend to the preliminary details, If you like." He found his hat and stood up. She fetood with him: but when he took tier hand she made him sit down again. "You have at least three degrees of fever!" she exclaimed "or is it only the ?•:,500,000 shock? What have you fceen doing to yourself?" "Nothing, I assure you. I haven't been sleeping very well for a few jaights. Euf. that is only natural." "And I said you must have a cool head! Will you do exactly as I tell you to?" "If you don't make it too hard." "Take the car down-town—don't !wclk—and after you have made Mr. Lcring send his message to Boston, you go straight to Dr. Biddle. Tell him fcrhat is the matter with you, and that you need to sleep the clock around." "But the time!" he protested. "I shall need every hour between' now and to-morrow night!" "One clear-headed hour is worth a pozen muddled ones. You do as I Bay." "I hate drugs," he said, rising again. "So do I but there is a time for Everything under the sun. It is a cry ing necessity that you go into this fight perfectly fit and with all your fwits about you. If you don't, some body—several somebodies—will land In the penitentiary. Will you mind pie?" "Yes," he promised and this time be got away. CHAPTER XXV. ON THE HIGH PLAINS. Much to Elinor's relief, and quite as much, perhaps, to Penelope's, Mrs. Brentwood tired of Breezeland Inn in Jess than a fortnight and began to Italic of returning to the capital. 1 Pressed to give a reason for her dis satisfaction, the younger sister might Ihave been at a loss to account for it in words but Elinor's desire to cut the outing short was based upon pride «nd militant shame. After many trap •ettings she had succeeded in making Jier mother confess that the stay at Breezeland was at Ormsby's expense and not all of Mrs. Brentwood's petu lant justifylngs could' femove the sting. (f the nettle of obligation. "There is no reason in the world Iwhy you should make so much of it: am your mother, and I ought to know," was Mrs. Brentwood's dictum. "You wouldn't have any scruples if iwe were his guests on the Amphitrite tor in his country house on Long Is land." "That would be different," Elinor contended. "We are not his guests bere we are his pensioners." "Nonsense!" frowned the mother. •Isn't it beginning to occur to you that beggars shouldn't be choosers? And, besides, so far as you are concerned, you are only anticipating a little." It was an exceedingly injudicious, toot to say brutal way of putting it and jthe blue-gray eyes flashed fire. "Can't you see that you are daily making a marriage between us more and more impossible?" was the bitter rejoinder. Elinor's metier was cool composure under fire, but she was not always able to compass it. Mrs. Brentwood fanned herself vig orously. She had been aching to have It out with this self-willed young wo man who was playing fast and loose with attainable millions, and the hour bad struck. "WThat made you break it off with Brookes Ormsby?" she snapped add ing: "I don't wonder you were ashamed to tell me about it." "I did not break it ofE and I was Hot ashamed." Elinor had regained ber self-control, and the angry light In the far-seeing eyes was giving place to the cool gray blankness which she Cultivated. "That is what Brookes told me, but didn't believe him,, said the mother. ""It's all wrong, anyway, and I more than half Relieve that David Kent is at the bottom of it." Elinor left her chair and went to (the window, which looked down on the sanatorium, the ornate parterre, and the crescent drivewajr. These family bickerings were very trying to her, and the longing to escape them •was .sometimes strong enough to over ride cool reason and her innate sense of the fitness of things. But into the turmoil of thoughts jhalf indignant, half self-compassion iate, came reproach and a great wave Of tenderness filial. She saw, as with the sudden gift of retrospection, her mother's long battle with inadequacy, and how it had aged her saw, too, that the battle had been fought unsel fishly, since she knew her mother's 'declaration that she could contentedly "go back to nothing" was no mere pet ulant boast. It was for her daughters that she had grown thin and haggard and irritable under the persistent re fuses ol fortune It was for them that she was sinking the Grlmkta In dependence in ,. the match-making mother. .•,. -,.'-.. The tears in Elinor?s eyes were not altogether of. selfrpity when.she put her back to the window. Ormsby was coming up the curved diiveway in his automobile, and she had seen him but dimly through the rising mist of emo tion. "Have you set your heart upon this thing, mother?—but I know you have. And I—I have tried as I could to be just and reasonable to you and Pene lope, and to Brookes Ormsby. He la nobleness itself: it is a shame to give him the shadow when he so richly de serves the substance." She spoke rapidly, almost incoher ently and the mother-love in the wo man who was careful and troubled about the things that perish put the match-maker to the wall. It was al most terrifying to see Elinor, the strong-hearted, the self-contained, breaking down like other mothers' daughters. So it was the mother who held out her arms, and the daughter ran to go down on her knees at the chair-side, burying her face in the lap of comforting. "There, there, Ellie, child don't cry. It's terrible to hear you sob like that," she protested, her own voice shaking in sympathyy. "I have been "DAVID KENT?" SAID THE MOTHER. thinking only of you and your future, and fearing weakly that you couldn't bear the hard things. But we'll bear them together—we three and I'll never say another word about Brookes Ormsby and what might have been." "O mother! you are making it hard er than ever now," was the tearful re joinder. "I—there is no reason why I should be so obstinate. I haven't even the oneNpoor excuse you are mak ing for me down deep in your heart" "David Kent?" said the mother. The bowed head nodded a wordless assent. There was a tap at the door and a servant was come to say that Mr. Brookes Ormsby was waiting in his auto-car. Was Miss Brentwood nearly ready? Elinor said, "In a minute," and when the door closed, she made a confidante of her mother for the first time since her childhood days. "I know what you have suspected ever since that summer in New Hampshire, and it is true," she con fessed. "I do love him—as much as I dare to without knowing whether he cares for me. Must I—may I—say yes to Brookes Ormsby without telling him the whole truth?" "Oh, my dear! You couldn't do that!" was the quick reply. "You mean that I am not strong enough? But I am and Mr. Ormsby is manly enough and generous enough to meet me half-way. Is there any other honest thing to do, mother?" Mrs. Hepzibah shook her head 'de liberately and determinedly, though she knew she was shaking the Orms by millions into the abyss of the un attainable. "No it is his just due. But I can't help being sorry for him, Ellie. What will you do if he says it doesn't make any difference?" The blue-gray eyes were downcast. "I don't know. Having asked so much, and accepted so much from him —it shall be as he says, mother." The afternoon had been all that a summer afternoon on the brown high lands can be, and the powerful tour ing1 car had swept them from mile to mile over the dun hills like an earth skimming dragon whose wing-beat was the muffled, explosive thud of the motor. Through most of the miles Elinor had given herself up to silent enjoy ment of the rapture of swift motion, and Ormsby had respected her mood, as he always did. But when they were on the high hills beyond the mining-camp of Megilp, and he had thrown the engines out of gear to brake the car gently down the long in clines, there was room for speech. "This is our last spin together on the high plains, I suppose," he said. "Your mother has-fixed upon to-mor row for our return to town, hasn't she?" Elinor confirmed it half-absently. She had been keyed up to face the in evitable in this drive with Ormsby, and she was afraid now that he was going to break her resolution by a dip into the commonplaces. "Are you glad or sorry?" he asked. Her reply was evasive. "I have enjoyed the thin, c^an air and the freedom of the wide horizons. Who could help it?" "But you have riot been entirely hap py?" It was on her iips to say some con ventional thing about the constant jarring note in all human happiness, but she changed it to a simple "No." "May I try if I can give the reason?" She made a reluctant little gesture of assent some such signal of ac quiescence as Marie Antoinette may have given the waiting headsman. "You have been afraid every day lest I should begin a second time to piess you for an answer, haven't you?" She could not thrust and parry with him. They were past all that "Yes," she admitted briefly. "You break my. heart, Elinor/' he said, alter a long pause. "But,"— with a sudden tightening of the lips— "I'm not going to break yours.**^ She understood him, and her eyes filled quickly with the swift shock of gratitude. "If you had made a study of woman kind through ten lifetimes'instead of a part of one, you could not know when and where to strike truer and deeper," she said and^then softly: "Why can't you make me love you, Brookes?" He took his foot from the brakes pedal, and for ten seconds the released car shot down the slope unhindered. Tlien he checked the speed' and an swered her. "A little while ago I would have said I didn't know but now I do know. It is because you love David Kent: you loved him before I had my chance." She did not deny the principal fact, but she gave him his opportunity to set it aside If he could—and would. "Call it foolish, romantic sentiment, If you like. Is there no way to shame me out of It?" He shook his head slowly. "You don't mean that?" "But if I say that I do if I insist that I am willing to be shamed out of it." His smile was that of a brother who remembers tardily to be loving-kind. "I shall leave that task for some one who cares less for you and for your true happiness than I do, or ever shall. And it will be a mighty thankless ser vice that that 'some one' will render you." "But I ought to be whipped and sent to bed," she protested, almost tear fully. "Do you know what I have done? —how I have—" She could not quite put it in words, even for him, and he helped her gen erously, as before. "I know what Kent hasn't done? which is more to the point. But he will d'o it fast enough if you will give him half a chance." "No," "she said definitively. "I say yes. One thing, and one thing only, has kept him from telling you any time since last autumn: that is a sort of a finical loyalty to me. I saw how matters stood when he came aboard of our train at Gaston—I'm ask ing you to believe that I didn't know it before—and I saw then that my only hope was to make a handfast friend of him. And I did it." "I believe you can do anything you try to do," she said warmly. This time his smile was a mere grimace. "You will have to make one excep tion, after this and so shall I. And since it is the first of any consequence in all my mounting years, it grinds. ,1 can't throw another man out of the window and take his place." "If you were anything but what you are, you would have thrown him out of the window another way," she re joined. ''That would have been a dago's trick not a white man's," he asserted. "I suppose I might have got in his way and played the dog in the mange* generally, and you would have stuck to your word and married me, but 1 am not looking for that kind of a win* ning. I don't mind confessing that 1 played my last card when I released you from our engagement. I said to myself: If that doesn't break down the barriers, nothing will." She looked up quickly. "You will never know how near it came to doing it, Brookes." "But it didn't quite?" "No, it didn't quite." The brother-smile came again. "Let's paste that leaf down and turn the other the one that has David Kent's name "written at the top. He is going to succeed all around, Elinor and I am going to help him—for his sake, as well as yours." "No," she dissented. "He is going to fail and I am to blame for it." He looked at her side-wise. "So you were at the bottom of that, were you? I thought as much, and tried to make him admit it, but ho wouldn't. What was your reason?" "I gave it to him: I can't give it to you." "I guess not,"'he laughed. "I wasn't born on the right side of the Berk shire hills to appreciate it. But really, you mustn't interfere. As I say, we are going to make something of David and a little conscience—of the right old Pilgrim Fathers' brand goes a long way in politics." "But you promised me you were not going to spoil him—only it doesn't matter you can't." Ormsby chuckled openly, and when she-questioned "What?" he said: "I was just wondering what you would say if you knew what he is in to now if you could guess, for in stance, that his backers have put up a cool hundred thousand to be used as he sees fit?" "Oh!" she exclaimed and there was dismay and sharp disappointment in her voice "You don't mean that he is going to bribe these men?" "No" he said, relenting. "As a mat ter of fact, I don't know precisely what he is doing with the money, but I guess it is finding its way into legitimate channels. I'll make him give me wi itemized expense account for your ben* efit when it's all over, if you like." "It would be kinder, to tell me more about it now," she pleaded. "No I'll let him have that pleasure, after the fact—if we can get him par doned out before you go back east." She asked no more questions, being unwilling to tempt him to break con fidence with Kent. But she was think ing of all the desperate things a de termined man with temperamental uh balancings" might do when the touring car rolled noiselessly down the final hill into the single street of Megilp. There was but one vehicle in the street at the moment a freighter's ore-wagon drawn by a team of mules, meekest and most shambling-prosaic of their,tribe. The motor-car wai running on the spent velocity of the descent, and Ormsby thought to edge past without stopping. But at the critical instant the mules gave way to terror, snatched the heavy wagon in to the opposite plank walk, and tried to climb a near-by telephone pole. Ormsby put his foot on the brake and something snapped under the car. "What was .that?" Elinor asked and Ormsby got down to investigate "It Is our Drake connection," he an nounced, after a brief inspection "And we are five good milea iron Hudgins and his repair kit" £To Be Continued^ PECK'S BAb BOY WITH THE CIRCUS By HON. GEORGE, W. PECK Autho of "Peck's Bad Boy Abroad,'' Etc. O*r(Copyright *VJ by 3. B. Bowles.) The Bad Boy Feeds Cayenne Pepper to the Sacred Cow—He and His Pa Bide in a Circus Parade with the Circassian Beauties—A Tipsy Ele phant Lands Them in a Public I Fountain—Pa Makes the Acquaint ance of John L.Sullivan. I am learning more about animals every day, and when the season is over I will be an expert animal man. Ani mals naturally have a language of their own, and lions understand each other, and bears can converse with bears but in a show, all animals seem to have a common language, so they understand each other a little. I found that out when I put a paper of cayenne pepper into a head of let tuce and gave it to the sacred cow. She chewed the lettuce- as peacefully as could be, and swallowed^ the cayenne pepper, and then stopped to think. You could tell by the expres sion on her face that when the pepper began to heat her up inside she want The Elephant Kept Ducking Pa and Swabbing Out the Bottom of the Fountain. ed to swear, although she was a sacred cow. She humped herself, and shiv ered, and then bellowed like a calf who has been left in the barn to be weaned, while its mother goes out to pasture, and the sacred bull, her,hus band, he came and put his nose up to her riose, as much as to say: "What is the matter, dearie?" and she talked sacred cattle talk to him for a min ute, and then the bull turned to me and chased me out of the tent. Now. as sure as you live that cow told the bull that I had given her something hot. All the animals within hearing were on to me, and they would.snarl, and make noises when I came along, and act as though they wanted to make me understand that they, knew I gave that cow a hot box, and they all wanted to get a chance at me. They don't like pa any better than they do me. and the big elephant seems to have been laying for pa ever since he run the sharp iron into him,' the time he got on a tear and tried to run a town. When the elephants are per forming in the ring, they all have an eye on pa, so everybody notices it. I knew something would happen to pa, so when the man who plays the sheik, and rides the elephant in the street parade, in a howdah, with a canopy over it, with some female houris in it, and they called for a volunteer to do the sheik act, at Steubenville, and pa of fered, to do the stunt, I went along as an Egyptian girl, 'cause I knew there would be something doing. The elephant eyed pa when he got up into the bungalow on top of him: With the Circassian women and me, and winked at the other elephants, as much as to say: '"Watch my smoked As he went out from the lot, on the way downtown, ahead of: the bunch, all the other animals acted pe culiar, and seemed to say: "He will get his before we get through this parade." The big elephant is one of the best ring performers, but he has always been steady in the street parade, with the light of Asia on his back. We got to the edge of town and stopped to let the rear wagons close up, and were in front of a saloon, where the bartender had been emptying stale beer out of the bottoms of kegs into a washtub, which was standing on the sidewalk, ready to be sold to people who buy it in pails. Well, sir, that confounded elephant got his trunk in that tub of stale beer, and he never took it out till the beer John L. Slatted Pa Just as Though He Was a Child. jv/as all" gone. I looked down from the pagoda and told pa the elephant was drinking again, and had drank a wash tub of beer, but pa couldn't say any thing, 'cause he was doing the Arab sheik act, and had to look dignified, as though he was praying to Allah. But just then the band struck up, and we started down the main street of Steubenville. The people began to cheer, 'cause our elephant began to hippity-hop, and waltz sideways across the street and back again, and I thought pa would die. In the parade one man on a horte attends to the ele phants, so the sheiks don't have any thing to say, and pa remained like a statue, and told me and the Circassian beauties to be calm, and trust in him and Allah. This Allah business was all right when the elephant waltzed, but when we got to the next block the beast began to stand on his hind feet, and pa and the houris rolled to the back end of the howdah, and were all piled in a heap, while I held on to the cloth of gold over the elephant's head. Pa yelled to the people on horseback to kill the elephant, and the crowd cheered, thinking it was the best per formance they ever saw in a free street parade, and the animals in the cages behind were yapping as though they knew what was going on. The ele phant got down on to all fours, and we straightened up in the pagoda, and for a block or so the beast only waltzed around. As we got to some sort of a public square, where there were thousands of people, the stale beer seemed to be getting in its work, for the elephant looked at the people, as much as to say: "Now I will show you something not down on the bills," and, by ginger, if he didn't raise up his hind quarters and stand on his front feet, right by the side of a big foun tain, am? he reached in his trunk for a drink, when all of us on the pagoda, clung to pa, and we all slid right off into the big basin of water. The fountain played on us, and pa was under water, with the four Circassian beauties, and when we rolled or slid down over the elephant's head, he looked at us and seemed to chuckle: "What you getting off here for, the show ain't half out." Well, the parade went on and left the elephant and the rest of us at the fountain, and to show that animals understand each other, and can appre ciate a joke, every animal that passed us gave us the laugh, even the hippo potamus, which opened his mouth as big as a tunnel, and showed his teeth, and acted as though he would like to exchange tanks with us. The circus people that could be spared from the wagons came to help us, and the citizens helped out the Circassian beauties who were praying to Allah, and wringing out their clothes, and I crawled up on the neck of a cast-iron swan in the fountain. Pa yelled and talked profane, and told 'em to bring a cannon and kill the ele phant, which kept ducking him with his trunk, and swabbing out the bot tom of the fountain basin with pa. It seemed as though he never would get through using pa for a mop, but finally the people got a rope around pa, and a keeper got an iron hook in the elev phant's ear, and they pulled p^a out on one side, and got the elephant away on the other side, and just then the calliope, that ends the parade, came by us and played the "Blue Danube," and the elephant got on his hind feet and waltzed on the pavement* They put pa and the Circassian beauties in a patrol wagon and took them to the show lot, and I sat by the driver, and he let me drive the team. Pa had his sheik clothes rolled up around his waist, and was wringing them out, and talking awful sassy, and when we got to the lot it took a long time to convince the policemen that we were not guilty of disorderly con duct, and just then the elephant came tearing by us, with the keeper on horseback behind him, prodding him in the ham every jump with a sharp iron, and he went through the side of the tent as though he was mighty sorry he didn't kill us all. They made him get down on his knees and bellow in token of surren- der, and then we all went ana changed our clothes for the afternoon perform ance. As we passed through the menagerie tent, dripping, every animal set up a^ yell as much as to say: "There, maybe you "will give cayenne pepper to a pious sacred cow again, confound you," and that convinces me that animals are human. The last week has been the hardest on pa of any week since we have been out with the circus^ The trouble with pa is that he wants to be "Johnny on the spot," as the boys say, and if any thing breaks he volunteers to go to work and fix it, and if anybody is sick or disabled, he wants to take their place, as he says so he will learn everything about .the circus, and be competent to run a show alone next yecr. But it was a mean trick the principal owner of the show played on pa at Canton, O. You see John L. Sullivan used to do a boxing act with this show, years ago, and everybody likes John, and when he shows up where the show gives a performance he has the freedom of the whole.place, and every body about the show is ready to fall over themselves to do John L. a serv ice. Well, Sullivan showed up at Canton, and he went everywhere, all the fore noon, and met all the old timers, and at the afternoon performance he was awfully jolly. John was standing beside the ring when the Japanese jugglers were jug gling, and he leaned against a pole. Pa came in from the menagerie tent, and he didn't know Sull'van, and when he saw Sullivan holding the pole up, pa said to the boss proprietor that the fat man who was interfering with the show ought to be called down, or put out. The boss said to pa: "You go take him by the ear and put him out," and pa, who is as brave as a lion, started for Sullivan, and the boss winked at the other circus men, and pa went up to Sullivan and took hold of John's neck with both hands, and said: "Come on out of here." Well, sir, we ought to have moving pictures of what followed. Sullivan turned on pa, and growled just like a lion. Then he took pa around the waist and held him up under his arm, and picked up a piece of board and slatted pa just as though pa was a child, and the audience just yelled, and pa called to the circus men for help, but they just laughed. Pa got a chance at "the fat man and he hit him in the jaw, but it did not hurt Sullivan, only made him mad. He took pa up by the collar and whirled him around until pa was diz zy, and then he started with him for the menagerie tent, and called to the boss canvasman: "Bill, come on and tell me which is the hungriest lion, and I will feed him with this cold meat." Pa yelled 'cause he thought he was in the hands of an escaped lunatic, and the circus hands came and took him away. Then the owner told pa who Sullivan was. and pa almost fainted. But finally, after breathing hard for awhile, pa went up to Sullivan and shook his hand, and said: "Mr. Sul livan, you must excuse me. If I had known you were the great John L., I would not have licked you." Sullivan looked at pa and said: "Well, you are a wonder, old man, and you did do me up,"' and pa and Sullivan became great friends. Since then pa is pretty chesty, 'cause the circus men point him out to the jays as the man who whiifped John L. Sullivan. Women Guests Objectionable. As a general rule, the leading hotels in New York rather discourage lone women guests. No matter how weJ recommended they come or how cer tain the management is of their re spectability, they always tack about 20 per cent, on the price of apartments when they are let to women. Wom en do not patronize the bar they do not spend much money in the dining room they are inclined to make their own coffee for the morning in their own rooms they tack pictures on ex pensive wall paper they demand more service than the men they do not en tertain in the way that helps the ho tel to make money they are apt to keep a pet dog without telling the proprietor about it in advance. When they wear waists that button down the back they want the housekeeper of the floor to come in and button them up or down for them. They are al ways demanding extra service of a kind which costs the hotel money, but they are not inclined to pay for it. Motoring Makes Fat. Women who are afraid of growing fat and adding adipose tissue should not motor much. Nothing increases the appetite like rushing through fresh air, while the fact of sitting all day prevents the taking of ordinary exer cisie. Pew people walk after they ac quire a motor. Progression seems too slow and too tiresome, so that, like hens shut up in a coop, they only stir to eat. If it is desired to retain the figure, a woman should not motor every day, or at least not all day, and should take care to indulge in a brisk walk, a ride, or .a bicycle run as well, in order to exercise the muscles and keep them stipple and strong. It is extremely easy togetfatand shapeless in a very short time, and as difficult to return to one's normal con dition of slimness. The average motor ist is fat and blessed with an admirable appetite. Worse Than the Rioters. The Metz (Mo.) Times evolves this: Allan Jamison had a trying experi ence while cutting corn for Rev. M. A. Wolf in the Osage bottoms the other day. He was working away when sud denly something struck him, knocking him to the ground, where he remained for some time in an unconscious state. He finally recovered, au-' although badly bruised up was able to get home. The next day he went back to the field in the hopes of finding out what struck him and was rewarded. There were two ears of corn that had fallen from the stalk he was cutting on. The torn up condition of the ground indicated that he had struggled hard to get from under the big nubbins that held him down. The above incident was not reported by Rev. Mr. Wolf, but comes from a more reliable source—namely. Allan himself. larfcneai ONE-PIECE CORSET COVER. Pattern No. 5018.—The dainty de sign for a corset cover shown here is extremely simple and very shapely. It is cut in one piece, and a noteworthy feature is the shaped basque portion at the waist line which serves to keep it in place over the hips. 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If a plain back is desired, the yoke may be omitted. The sleeve is finished by a deep cuft. Pongee was chosen for the development, but other materials, such as taffeta, linen, madras and pique, are recommended. The medium size will require two and three-eighths yards of 36-inch mate rial. Sizes for 32, 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust measure. This pattern will be sent to you on receipt of 10 cents. Address all orders to the Pattern Department of thispaper. Be sure to give size and number of pat tern wanted. For convenience, write your order on the following coupon: No. 5468. SIZE NAME...... ADDRESS. Bad for the Bar. A White Star liner arrived in New York a few days ago from the Mediter ranean, bringing 120 cabin passengers, 86 of whom were women. They had the run of the ship, even invading the smok ing-room, the result being that for the first time on record, it is believed, a trans-Atlantic liner made a voyage without a card game, not even a hand at whist. The bar took in only ten dol lars during the trip, another unprece dented feature. Ship companies will hardly encourage this sort of traffic in the future. Soldier's Chest. According to a circular of instruc tions issued by the war department, medical officers should reject appli cants for admission to the volunteer military companies if there is a dif ference of less than two inches in their cbest measure when their lungs are full of air and when they are empty. The minimum chest measurement al lowed is 32 inches. Every healthy boy ought to be able to expand his chest more than two inches, whether he in tends to enlist in the national guard or not. The Point of View. Brown—Smithers used to be always talking about how he loved the coun try. He never says anything about it now. Down—He's living in tfc3 country now.—Judge. FIX UP THE ROADSIDES. How Farmers in Minnesota Utilize the Otherwise Waste Land in Crop Growing. The law of Minnesota calls for a pub lic highway four rods wide and it hai been the general practice to leave th« full four rods uncultivated. In most cases this space has been overgrown with weeds only, that were not even cut down once a year. In this way many of the most obnoxious weeds have filled the adjoining fields and been spread over the adjoining coun try by sticking to the wagon wheels whenever the roads were wet. This has not been the only trouble—there were thousands of acres lying idle ev ery year, because overgrown by weeds. But Lewis Olsen writes to tne Farm and Home that a gradual change foi the better is being worked out by the rapidly growing tendency among farm ers to utilize all waste land along the roadsides by cultivation and growing grain or grass up to the very road track actually in daily use. As the law W TWO METHODS OF WORKING A ROADSIDE. allows the cultivation of all the land not in actual use for the road,x it has bj experience been found that roads ar« improved by having all the land, in cluding the shallow ditches on tne sides, plowed and cultivated. The ac companying sketch shows a public highway where one side of it was left without cultivation or care for years and all is overgrown with coarse weeds, while on the other side, even the ditch is carefully plowed and cultivated with a good stand of wheat, growing upeto the wheel track. Of course the farmer could not collect any damages if the grain thus grown on the right of pub lic highway should be destroyed, but there is an unwritten law which all will respect, that no one will wantomy destroy any of the grain so grown. Where this practice is continued for a number of years, the roadbed will be gradually raised until it becomes high and dry and little or no grading is re quired. APPLE TREES AND RABBITS Necessity of Protecting the Young Trees from the Gnawing of the Animals. "When rabbits run in t_e orchard, Is not safe to let young apple trees go through the winter without protection, declares the Farmers' Review. As oth er food becomes scarce the rabbits are almost sure to bark the young trees, especially when there is snow on the ground. I have seen various preven tives recommended, and, among them, rubbing the trees with soap. I tried this last winter and lost some of my best trees—not by rabbits, but by the preventive, soap. It killed the bark and the trees gradually died during the summer. The best thing I have tried as a protection is wrapping the tree with common newspapers, folded to three or four thicknesses and tied on with twine or the ravelings of a tow sack. Expert hands can make the ap plication very rapidly and it seems to be perfectly" successful. If you could be sure of killing all the rabbits that would be another good plan. GRAVEL OR HARD ROADS. Too Expensive in Some Localities— Not Necessary If King Drag Is Used. Something like a year ago there was quite an excitement in our county on the road question. The farmers of Knox county, Illinois., writes the cor respondent of the Farmers' Review, want good roads, but gravel or hard roads are out of the question. We have no gravel or rock, and to ship stone would break up all the small farmers in the country. Our soil is such that if the roaas are graded prop erly we will have good roads nine or ten months in the year. There are places in the United States where such roads- can be built. Even oiled roads may be built in some places. But in this part of Illinois the frost goes so deep that the expense would take the big end of little farms to pave the roads it contains. [The use of the King drag has shown how the difficulties mentioned may be overcome and a good road obtained.—Ed.] A HOT DINNER. Arrangement for Retaining the Heat of Food and Drink on the Coldest Days. To keep your Weather, while n, S- weiDs **t*r dinner hot in cold working away from home,..have a box just?.targe enough to hold the dinner box and coffee can. Make a tight cov er, put some hay in the bottom of box, then a large hot soapstone. Set your dinner box and coffee can on that, pack hay in the corners and lay two or three thick nesses of cloth on top. This, declares Farm and Home, will keep your dinner warm in the coldest weather. A WORD TO THE WISE. Give the nen meat. A scent (tainted) spoils the face of a dollar. Of course the hotbed soil has been made ready. New land or sod land should be plowed at the first opportunity. The farmer who uses the poorest part of his place for pasture is likely Jo lose by it. You can raise the frame of a calf without milk, but not the picture of a good animal.