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(«fl H‘s sa-v CHAPTER. 111. Marie Serafiune lived near the small hamlet of Pine Cliffs, on the Shenandoah River.‘ ‘ ‘ Though her father and her ino- ther had long passed to the spirit world, she could not be called an orphan, forvshe was tenderly cared for by her aged grandmother. They were very poor and lived in a but of one room with a loft above It, a shed behind it, and a rude fence encl-osinga little bit of a gar: den around it ;-just so much land as lay int-he hollow-under the lofty shelving cliff that overhung the riv- er at that point, seeming ready to topple down and crush the little but like an eggshell. .1 ~ " But as the shelving cliff had over- hung the river for. thousands ;of years without falling, itsgreat- proâ€"" tecting roof was trusted as a safe shelter rather than feared as a pos- sible danger. Here Marie and her granny lived. Here they cultivated their small garden, kept a cow, and raised poultry. From these cow and poultry-yard, 'they got fresh vegetables and fruit, milk, butter and eggs. enough for their own consumption, besides having a large surplus for sale,‘ which Marie took in every day to the vi!- lage and sold to the hotel during the whole of the summer season, when the village was full of tour- ists. ‘ , \Vith the price of this produce Marie bought tea and sugar, flour and salt, and also other simple nec- essaries such as they could not raise on their own little place. The summer was their busy and profitable season. But it needed strict economy to enable them to lay up a little each summer for the coming winter. For in the winter their only source of revenue was from the woolen socks and mittens which they knit and sold to the villagers. Marie Serafinne was a favorite in the village. and, indeed, in the whole neighborhood-J‘wclcome in hall and but.” All loved the gentle girl. But most especially children loved her, for she loved children. ' Often when in summer she would return home from the village and bring empty buckets and a half fill- ed purse, 'her granny, counting the money with the avarice of age, would say to her: “Why, Marie, you took out ten quarts of milk at ten cents a quart, and her you have brought me empâ€" ty pails'andgonly ninety cents.” “Well, but granny, I met Emma and Willy. and they asked me for milk and I gave them each a drink.” ' ' And then Granny Thompson would groan and declare it was the French blood of her. father, and it was a pity her own only “darter” had “married of-a Frenchman.” One time, returning with empty baskets, "Marie would be arraigned with : ‘ “Dear, dear me! Didn’t I send on out with fifteen quarts of rasp- crrics at live cents a quart, and here you have brought me only six- ty-livc cents. Where’s the other 01) ten '. “Granny, I met Susy and Nelly and Funny, and I gave each of ’em a handful of berries. I couldn’t help it, granny 1” Another time: “How is this. Marie? I sent you out with a peek of sugar pears, and here you have brought back only the price' of threeâ€"quarters of a peck l” “O, Granny !' there was Jenny and 'Ally and Minnie and Ida saw the ars, and I gave them some! It £650 natural for children to love ,fruit, granny! And if you had only ceenthem a-putting their dear litrtle teeth into the pears, you’d a felt as if you was paid!” .. “No, I wouldn‘t, neither! I don’t see it at all! And no more would on, only for your father’s French . lood! I’ity your mother ever mar- ried of a Lafayette French soldi- er! Mind, now, it’s going to be the ruin on you! You can’t say no to nobody! And you’d give away your .very feet, if anybody wanted them, and go on crutches all your life!” This was strongly put, but it was nearly true of Marie Serafinne. Love of self had no place in her soul. others. filth her, to be very happy". t» littll b i ‘0 am Ltlt ;‘ on, WAi'riNo 'ruuouon quRv vuAus. ’or- nurse seemed very remote. "esources, garden, ‘tfllfles. -milk, butter, and eggs to l .__â€"..â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"_â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"~ ,______.._..__._____._____..____ others miserable was. with her. in be very miserable. And nbe knew no other happiness, no other mis- ery. ~ But in the innocent joy and glad-- tress of children she became (‘i-utu- tie, and in their sorro'w or suffering she suffered intensely until she Could relieve them. It was from this trait of charac- ter thatMaria was best known and loved. . “What a mothersho will make, some day!“ said her poor neigh- bors. , I ' “What an ckccllciit nurse she would be; 5 what a treasure in a household of children!” said her rich neighbors. . Bu‘t. Marie’s chance of being hap- py in the position of either mother It is true that many of the young farmers of the neighborhood were struck by her rare beauty, but part,- ly because she'was always so busin at work cultivating her garden, feeding her poultry, milking her cow, or carrying fruit and vegeâ€" the village, that she had no time to listen to them;.partly because, when she did play, she played with children only, so that she seemed to be still but a child herself; and partly, also, because she was so exâ€" ,tremely shy, none of her young dis- tant admirers ever approached her with words of love. But, ah! there came a time when the child-woman loved “with a love that was her doom.” One bright Summer morning she went, as usual, to the village ho tel with a basket of fruit to offer for sale to the visitors there. It was a simple, country place, and ladies and gentlemen, nurses and children, were gathered upon the front porch enjoying the morn- ing air and the magnificent mounâ€" tain scenery before them. Marie, who went in and out the house like any pet kitten, stepped on the porch, as usual, and passed among the ladies, offering her fruit. While doing so, she overheard a voice murmur: ‘ “What a beautliful face! Just my idea of the Virgin before too an-nunci-a'tion, while she was still an unconscious child in Judea! Ob serve that pure, white forehead, with its aureole of golden curl-s like a halo around it; those clean, brightâ€"blue eyes, full of soft splen- dor; that perfect mouth.” . Marie had no suspicion that the speaker was talking of her; but she involuntarily turned around, .and as, she did so, she met the gaze of a pair of Large, dark eyes fixed in adoration upon her face. Mari-e blushed deeply, and avert- ed her head. And soon she took her baskct’and moved from the spot. But she carried with here. vision of a fine, dark face, shaded with silk» en black curls and moustache, and lighted by a pair bf large, soft, (leeplytsli'aded black eyes. , And "without suspicion of wrong or danger, she thought of that fine It was filled with the love of, To see others lzavrv i T- .rting, and fell over the cliff and dark face/with innocent delight; As she walked home with her emp- ty basket, she wondered Who the owner was, whether he Was a visi- tor at the hotel, and how long he was going to stay, and if she should ever see him again. And then, with a slight fe-eling’of pain for which she could not account, she tried to guess which of those rich, happy, handsomely dressed lady visitors it was whom he thought to be as beau- tiful as the blessed Virgin! So deep was her reverie, that she reached home before she was aware! Indeed, she might have passed the little gate. and gone on unconsciously, had she not heard cries of distress which immediately arrested her steps. ' . 2 Thinking only of her granny then, she turned hastily into the garden, and followed the sound of the cries. It led her through the hut into the back shed, where she found the old woman uttering loud lamenta- tions. . Marie had scarcely time to ask what the matter was when the old woman exclaimed: , “Oh, Marie! Mo-olev is dead! Mooley is dead! And now we too shall die lâ€"shall starve to death: “How did it happen?” falterea the girl in well-founded fear, for indeed the cow was half their liv- lll . g‘Oh, she fell over the cliff! She 531‘. aver the cliff! She missed her Come, look at her!” cried the old woman, sobbing and wringing her hands. And she led Marie through the buck door of the shcd,_and along the bone of the cliff, until they came to live spot where the body of the cow uy. Mario knelt down and tenderly I sll'ohvd the face of her poor dumb ,l‘rimul, and saw that she was dead indeed“ “Don‘t cry, dear granny! sorry for poor Moolcy; you ho afraid; we shall not starve! 1 know they dross at the hotel, and I can take in washing enough to make up for the loss of the milk and butter,” nho said cheerfully, as she helped tho dame back to the hut. And that same afternoon Marie went back to the village on a double errandâ€"to engage washing from the. hotel, and to get the tanner to come and take away the body of poor Mooley. . And she succeeded in both mis- sions. . . After. this Mario worked harder than ever, for she found washing and ironing more laborious than milking and butt-er making, while it was not quite so profitable. Yet Marie would not, for this cause, let her poor old granny suf for for the want of any of her ac- customed comforts. She bought milk and butter enough for their simple lmeals from' a' neighboring farmer.“ . And now her busy life for a few days kept her thoughts from dwelâ€" hn‘g on the dark, handsome face that had made such an impression on her imagination, especially as she had not seen that face since it first glowed upon her. . But one day, about. a week after that first accidental meeting, she went to the village to carry a bas- ket of clean clothes, and she was returning with a basket heavily laden with soiled linen, when, feel- ing great fatigue, she laid down her burden for a moment, and sat down to rest in ‘-he wood. She threw off her l"at to cool her head, ancl as she did so she saw for the first time, a young man seated on a rock near by, with a portfolio on his knees and a pencil in his hand. ' At the same moment that she per- ceived him, he also looked up. And wiith strangely blended emo- tions of delight and dread, she re- cognized the dark handsome stran- I’m , ger she had seen at the' hotel. She quietly put on her hat, took up her heavy basket and arose to go. “Pray do not leave. If I disturb you I will myself move off,” said the young man rising. “Oh, no, no, you do not disturb me, but I was afraidâ€"I was afraidâ€"” she stopped and blushed. “Afraid ‘l” echoed the young man with an interest he Could not con- ceal. “Afraid 1 might he'intruding on you, I mean to say,” added Marie looking down. “If there be an intruder, it '15 certainly myself- I am a trespasser here on your native soil, and if you leave on my account I shall take it as a, rebuke,” said the stranger gravely. The simple girl did not more than half understand him, but she gath- ered enough of his meaning to en- able he'r to answer: “You havens much right here as I have, for I have no more than the birds. The Lord lets us all come.“ “Will you sit down then and rest as you meant to do? If you don’t, I will go away,” said the stra.,gcr, gathering up his portfolio and pen- cils. _ For all reply, Marie put down her basket and resumetl her seat, and sat there blushing and tremb- lingâ€"half pleased and half fright- ened. And the artist resumed his seat, re-opencd his portfolio, and recom- menced his work. He worked on in silence for a few minutes and then looked around at his quiet companion, and met her eyes fixed in childlike wonder and admiration upon himself. ‘ She colored deeply and turned away her head in confusion. The artist smiled, not without satisfaction. ‘- “You are wondering what I am doing 2” he said quietly, to reassure her. “Well, little daughter of Eve, I will satisfy your curiosity. I am sketching from nature. I am mak- inga picture. I will show it to you and you shall tell me what you think of it, for I know you will be a com- petent and honest critic.” And he arose and took the sketch from his portfolio, and came and put !in into her hands. She looked at him in a sweet sur- prise, then fixed her eyes upon the sketch, and then raised them to the scene from which it was taken. “How do you like it ‘2” he enquir~ ed, taking the seat by her side. broke her neck, and died at once! “It is magical. I Wish I coqu no but don’t his arm. want another 1mm- deed I would rather you wouldn’t: picter olfen it for nothing! Let him up with it indeed !” growled the old woman. Marie made no further answer. but meekly went about her little household duties, hanging the tea~ kettle over the fire and setting the table for supper. (To be continued.) it J7 Then she stopped and flushed, and taking up her basket, she ad- ded: “I must go now.” “What, do I drive you away after all '2” “Oh no; but I must go now, please. I must carry this basket of clothes home.” “What! this heavy basket? you will faint by the way ! Let me carry it for you,” he said, lifting it upon DEMAND FOR TURKEYS. According topreports from Great Britain and to the opinions express- ed by traders in the United King- dom who are well informed regard- ing the progress of the poultry and game trade, there is every indica- tion that the supplies of British~ reared turkeys this season will fall short of the demand- The weather “Oh, no, no, please! Indeed, inâ€", she pleaded trembling. “Child, I have a little sister at home just about your age. And 1 carry all her burdens. It would give me pain to see her carrying anything heavy. And it gives me pain now to hear you speak of car- rying this. You would not wish to give any one, even me, pain, would you i” “Oh, no!” “Then let me carry this for you. And see how strong I am in com~ parison to you I” ~ . And so saying he carried the bas- ket to the rock where he had left his drawing materials, and set it down there while he strapped his portfolio to his shoulders. Then fie took up her basket and rejoined er. She made no further resistance tr.- h'is help. Her confidence was en- tirely won. _ ‘ He walked by her side, convers- ing pleasantly on such topics as cam-e by the way. , “I am told that there is a very picturesque scene along this road, that has never yet been sketched. It is a rock shelving far over the river, and having at 1its base and under the shadow of its shelf a small cottage with a garden. -Do you know where it is ’l” he enquir- ed as they walk-ed on. “Yes, sir; it is our rock and our cottage and garden that you mean. The rock is called the Anvil, from its shape, which is just like that of a blacksmith’s anvil, reaching far forward and having a nattop. We live under it,” answered Marie. “Ah! indeed! Then we are on our way there now.” ‘ “We are very near it, sir.” “How near ’1” enquired the young man anxiously, as if he were not at all desirous to shorten the distance, but quite the reverse. “About a quarter of a mile, sir.” “Ah !” he said, and Slaekened his steps, walking very slowly. During that walk, the artist man- aged to become possessed not only of the girl’s full confi ence, but al- so of her whole history, even down to the calamity of the cow’s death. death. ' When they came in sight of the but under the cliff, the artist broke. out into enthusiastic praise of the beauty of the scene. “I must cerâ€" tainly sketch this, Marie," he said ~â€"“ Will you permit me to come here every day and sit upon that bank there and work until I finish the picture?” he softly enquired. “Oh, yes, sir; Certainly. That is, I mean, I have got no right to stop you. The place is free to you as it is to all, sir.” The artist was not quite satisfied with this reply, so he enquired far- ther. ’ “But, shall I be in any way dis- turbing you, Mariel” “Oh, no, stir; no indeed,” she an- swered earnestly. They had now reached the gate of the cottage and Marie hospitab- ly invited her companion to come iii-and see her granny. But the artist thanked her . and declined the invitation. , ' bleset down the basket, lift-w his hat and bowed to her as if she had been a princess, and turned and-left the spot. Marie stood transfixed, gazing af- ter his receding form, until he sudâ€" denly turned and looked back, when meetng 'his eyes, she started with some confusion and hurried into the hut. First she threw off her hat and went into the back shedgmd put the soiled linen in soak, to be washed the next day, and then she went into the one room of the but, where her granny was nodding over her knitting. She sat down beside her and told her all about the artist she had met on the road, and about his wanting to paint the cottage, and especially about his kindness in bringing home her heavy basket, even to the wttage gate. “That’s all well enough for a big man to gin a lift for a little gal. But if he wants to draw off a pictcr of our house, he’s got to pay for it- Poor folks like us, as has lost our cow too, can’t afford to give away everything, even to the wery pic- ter of our house,” grumbled the dame. “Oh? granny! You would never want to take the gentleman’s mon- ey for that!” said Marie, feeling deeply ashamed. “I would then! ‘ And I will too. “It ’iS beautfiUI l" She murmured. ' before he ets a chance to steal the , l g , ity. birds should be packed to the case, eggs has declined months fully 7 per cent., while the prices have materially advanced. It is to be hoped that increasing num- bers of Canadian farmers will give more attention to during 1910. tank to fit . . tank-lengthwme by two sticks to can. slats up ' to keep half empty can from tip- ping over. . each can and fasten with button. Have outlet a little below top of cans and large enough to let out quite a bit of water at once when full cans are put in, Otllel‘Wlse the secured cans will be flooded. If in 9.. for, milk tank. test by _ V to him as much as posmble, and conditions in the British Isles have been against the production OIE tur- keys, while the grouse, and similar game are by no means plentiful. partridge In a short time there is likely to be a strong demand for Canadian turkeys, and is is to be hoped that our sources of supply'in this coun- try will be equal to the opportun- It is advocated that twelve not frozen too hard, and with posi- tions alternately reversed. As to whet-her'the turkeys should be shipped feather or dressed, this is of course. a matter for arrange- ment between the importer and ex- . porter, much variance of opinion having arisen in the past as to what really constitutes a dressed turkey, the idea most favored in this district being that the 'bird should be pluck-ed clean up to the collar of the neck, leaving the head and wings untouched. It may be interesting to Canadi- an farmers to note that not only is the demand for dressed poultry, except water fowl, likely to be very heavy this season; but there is a universal shortage of eggs. In Great Britain the importation of within a few poultry-raising A GOOD MILK TANK. A writer tells how to make a tank in which to cool milk. These are his directions : shot gun cans it can be kept cool by it from well to stock tank. Make \Vhere milk is kept in. having the water run through wooden boxes two cans wide and high enough to shut slat lids over cans, long enough to hold all cans Make galvinized iron necessary. . g. . maide box. D1v1de {make individual stalls for each Divide into sect-ions by three and down right distance Hinge slat door over milk house this 'will serve well SOME GOOD ADVICE. Nine cases out. of ten where a. farmer kicks about too low a test he will become recon-oiled if you can show him that he is getting all he is entitled to. to doubt your word call in a state inspector and have him make a test. If his readings are like yours (they If he is inclined should be) the farmerâ€"that is the average farmerâ€"will be satisfied and you will have no more trouble with him. It is poor policy to re- sent a patron’s inquiry about his becoming angry. lxplain show him the test. He needs to be shown. .__._â€".â€"- HARD-MOUTH HORSES. An exchange is responsible [for the following: Here is something of practical value to any one driv- ing a. horse that pulls on the bit. Fasten a small ring to each side of the bridle and as near the brow- band as possible. Pass lines through bit ring and snap them in- to rings at browband. This, with a common jointed ‘bit, will enable a child to hold a “puller” or hard- mouthed herse with case under al- most all circumstances. It can be used on a fast horse, in double team or on both, as desired. It is - cheap and easily applied, and it won‘t make the mouth sore- better than any patent bit. LIVE STOCK NOTES. It is a surprise to See how many farmers neglect tn keep salt in their horses’ mangers. It is very inexpensive and very beneficial. A lump or chunk should be kept in every manger