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Lg; _ ‘gnawaos+3xw+aos+acz+axw+szem+mmws+uWWW tSe.St52Jiel - - _-....------------, Gian's manner had lost its, gloom and wildness. "They are riding-gloves," he cried, "Wear them into Milan, --Qacrara." , "Ah," thought Giacomo, “I see the plot. Thou wouldst snatch a, weapon while rhy_hands are busy." v "As I was suhit%iied," "continued Visconti, “I was looking at them. Ate they not beautiful, Carrara? Tsto years they took to make, and Vcost more than I care to tell. Each turquoise is flawless, and set by Antonio Fressi himself." "A beautiful dawn," said Gian s-oftly, seemmg to take no heedsof Burma’s, chive} manoeuvring. “You and T," cried Visconti, aeith a sudden change, “together, Carrara! Lords of Lombardy!” F And he struck his horse into a, lop so unexpectedly that Car- tti had difficulty to keep abreast kt ith him. promise of the dawn l” Carrara looked back at the small marguard in the distance, and then again at Visconti. "C "Either he is always mad or---" 3' With a sharp exclamation he fell orward on his horse's neck, but “recovered himself instantly. Iris- nti turned to him, still with that .. "away look in his eyes. n "The road is stony," he said. "Thy horse stumbled Cl" "Fool or devil?" Carrara was still wondering, “All pearl and silver, blushing in- to life anon; about the time when I shall enter Milan." L“When we shall enter Milan," nected Carrara. "The sun will be faintly high; these marches are toilsome. , , "The promise of the day!" said Tisconti. "Hath it never struck ghee how that promise never is ful- filled? Day after day, since the world began, something in the mys- hry of the dawn is promised-the promise of. the (lawn l” "That I come as a. prisoner I” Hhuvhed Visconti. "But what care I how, so long as I do re-enter Milan? Now, with you as my al- ‘ly, Carrara, I can crush Della Scala. without France or the Em- pire; and together, as ye say, we will rule Lombardy.” - -- "Thank thee for thy gift, Viscou- ti, and for the goodwill that offers it,1 he, said. . _ A _ - V Carrara’s ruling quality was prudence, and all Irisconti's seem- Elpg guilelessness did not deceive 'We means to make me put them on," he thought, "and snatch the sword meanwhile." "It was one of my bridal gifts to the Duke d'Orleans. I must- honor him, Carrara, although I love him not," said Visconti simp- ly. "But now I will offer it to one to whom I owe my life. Take the gloves, a gift from me, Giacomo I? And he turned in the saddle and held them with a winning smile to Carrara, who, mistrustful, 103ked at him doubtingly and keenly. "Thou wilt not refuse my gift?" and Visconti looked at him proud. ly. "Let it seal our bargain, Car- rara. Take it, for the sake of the goodwill with which it is fffered." But this candor did not deceive Carrara. "Foolish indeed!" he smiled. "Your hurry excelled your prudence, lord. You have cause to thank heaven no one knew you," , he Continued. "They were German boors," answered Visconti, "Count Coa- rad's men, and there was nothing to tell my degree. Yet, had they looked a little closer, they might have found one thing that would have told them I was different from what I seemed-thee." And he drew out of his doublet thefturquggg 81.03%?» - __ - _ "And is this gift, (iye someone“? asked Carrara. ” r Quite near to them lay Milan-- and Visconti rode in silence. Along the distant horizon the grey galls of thecity began to be visible cross the flat plain, and Yisconti's eyes lit at sight of his city, and he implied to Carrara impulsively. "Give me a, sword, Carrari,” he said. "'Tis not fftting I shoaA enter. Mjl1n weapopless." - _ “The Milanese ‘will so rejoice to see you, my lord," returned Pa- dua, "they will never notice-----" Carrara rode abreast of him, glancing at him keenly. "Even now he will try to outwit e,” he thought. Clic; came it you were captur- guise f" "The chances of war," laughed Visconti. "Foolishly I went my- self to defend the gates, and pur- sued Della, Scala's men too far.” The dawn was breaking, the sky _streaked and barred with cold 'teats/itll) and along the rjnding. road win rode the Visconti and Carrara, the army before them. 1m. "I have been so "rr--------------"'"""""-""" _ +n+n+n+mm Fiiy)y.tri+)_6 'rTiTj:Tir:wrrea+s:i_lhH1 The Price of Dimmer; he added,' "and ill-this CHAPTER XVIII Or, The Lord ot Verona’s Disappointment _ t? long away! he I' Last night, only last night, Vis- conti had been in this very room, a prisoner in his power, and he had revelled with a boy and quarrelled over a game! One of the soldiers pushed the door open softly and entered. "The Prince has returned, my lord," he said. He looked a somewhat sorry fig- ure, his peacock doublet crumpled, his hair uncurled, his hands shak- ing. _ - _ _ - - Vincenzo, when he learnt the news, had flown like a madman along the road to Milan, in a fury of rage, with some half-frenzied projec‘t of overtaking the traitor. - A}, last he moved" dir/sri/trf-i, seat. "Saint Hubert, when the Prince; 1et1trnsy' he gasped. The stamped leather hung be- fore the high window had been torn away and lay along the ground, but the room was unchanged save that the inner door was open, and near it, stuck into a creviée of the stone, a parchment hung. The day had dawned fair and clear after the storm, and the earily -sunlight struck across the dark chamber that had held Vis- conti. Before -this stood Couift Conrad, with a face dazed. And henitrelred forward, falling heavily on to the road, Where he lay ponvul-sed, the turpuoise gloves Lgill'on his hams, Gian 1ottia drew reih now. tt ‘Who did you murder here, Iriscpnti?' he quoted. " 'Who- ..Ver it lysl, do not fear him now, [since he is dead'; and I answered, ‘dird I not, that I feared neither 1him nor you? And now, Carrara, thou mayst tell him what I said, he whom I murdered in that room we, passed." "Thou art not human, Visconti,” he whispered. "Yet, remember, even devils meet their punishment, and there will be the bitterest,of all for such as thou art-failure---" And he fell back again among the flowers, where he lay, white and still. Visconti looked back at the ad- vancing rearguard, waved to it, pointing downwards, and then be- fore him to Milan, brilliant in the sunrise. "I shall not rid-31 into Milan swordless," he said; "thou might'st have spared thy caution, Carrara; l shall ride into Milan with thy army, thy towns, and thy sword; and I have bought them-with a pair of turquoise gloves.” Giacomo, writhing on the ground, looked up at him with hate equal to his own, and feebly still tried to pull off the turquoise gloves. Visconti, leaning" low -trorn the saddle, gripped his sword and thrust it through his belt. V - Be looked" curiodsly at Carrara, who_suddenly sat upright., ,, cried. “Haste! I long to be in my city again. Valentino-and others-will be grieving. Haste!" And still he urged his horse. Carrara, galloping at his side, suddenly reeled in the saddle, with a. cry of anguish. "Faster!" cried Visconti. "Fas- "The gloves! the gloves!" And with his remaining strength he tried to tear them off. "O fool! A Visconti! . . . . . I,mighia--have known----" ter "My hearty' he gasptsd. "I suf- focate--ah---! y' “Your heart?” laughed Visconti, drawing rein a little. "Do your treacheries stop its beating? You suffocate T-Do your lies choke you l" . A cry of mortal agony broke from the unhappy Carrara. "stop!" he gasped; "I am dying --stop---" Then the glazing eyes fell on the brilliant blue gloves he wore, and he sat upright with a scream of rage. .. Frantically he pulled at them, while Visconti, now moving almost at a, walk, looked dreamily ahead at the fast nearing city. _ ”With an effort Carrara kept his horse to the pace, but his face was deathly, Yis,lips set. . Vwéxid-dJe’ni; cLrrara, cried aloud . f 'Not so fast, Yiscoriti, not so fast I” _ _ eyes -iirii, Gian flew along the level road. 7 "Milan I." he cried, "on to Mi- lan!" Carrara swayed forward to grasp Viseonti's cloak, but he shook him off with a, laugh. A _. m "What ails you, Carrara? The army waits, you must rid-e faster still if you mean to ride into Mi- lan to-day with me." "Fiend I." cried (Sandra. wildly. "Fiend!" But Cairara was clutching at the Lneck of his doublet with staring In ER XIX And the Count glanced at Della, Scala's Gee, and saw a little of what be had done. -Ilo Mmoved to go hip: something wfth _bei'iallrr,t,"e'tl('i' door- he- turned at, -..e "Della Scala," he' began, "I--" Still Mastino stood motionless, and slowly Conrad passed through the doors, and down the stairs, through the soldiery that turned their backs-cast out. As the door clashed to behind the Count, Mas- tino turned passionately and strode into the inner room. The Count, with an effort, looked at Mastino, who stood in front of the door he had cltased, with a face from which all color had been struck. "My youngest boy, 3 years old, was sick with fever last June, and when he got better the doctor prescribed Scott's Emulsion, and he liked it so well that he drank it out of the bottle, and is now just as plump and strong as any child of his age any- where . . . two bottles fixed him o K."-9ER. JOHN F. TEDDER, Box 263, Teague- Freestone Co., Texas. "I will never willingly see your face again," interrupted Mastino. "Go and join my other allies-in Milan." Conrad drew himself up. "God helping me, I will go to Milan," he said. "I will further your cause in Milan itself - even though I leave with you my sword.” "When did you discover-this?" continued Della Scala, and point- ed to the parchmept. -. _ _ a little does them so much good and saves you so much worry. You owe it to them and yourself to make them as strong and healthy as possible. SCOTT’s EMULSION will help you better than anything else; but be sure to get Scoa"r's. It's the best, and there are so many worthless imitations. As: ho stood there, miserable, undecided, he heard tha saluta- tions of the soldiers and a, heavy tread outside. 1y is the greatest help for babies and young children there is. It just fits their need; it just suits their delicate, sensitive natures; they thrive on it. Just ."Coryrad," said Mastino, and his V0109 was strangely altered. "Conrad." v "An hour ago I” Mastino walked across to the parchment hanging on the wall. Della Scala, first read, then tore the writing down, and crushed it In his hand; then he looked at the door, standing ajmr. . _ The taunt made speech come more easily. "No man can ask more than another's humiliation, that other suing humbly for par- don---" Mr. Tedd" haa Just written an Another laceration. his brous.r.irt.ior'ts children. last u: send you " Mten and other intonation on the subject. A Post 0nd. mentioning this pnpor. in ancient. "With the men; who are pot here!" growled Conrad. "The Duke met my lord d'Esee. He knows," said the soldier gruffly, and left the room. Conrad felt half relieved, half sorry. "Go to Trisconti," he flashed. "Tisio plays chess as well almost as 1rineenzo." "I did not ask so much," Mastino. “You are unhurt." soon." _“The army is moving from. Bres- HI; the mtentlon is to march on Milarv----" 'Wow many have deserted?" he asked in a hard voice. "Vincenzo said half the army. How many l" and Mastino turned towards him. scon- & now: no wanna... St.. w. "Carrarsi, has taken all his force," faltered tho wretched man. Mastino crushed the parchment yet tighter in his hand. "Your sword, Count," he said. Conrad hesitated, bewildered.‘ "You are no longer in my ser- vice; as my officer you wear that sword; as what you are I demand it from you." In silefwe Conrad drew the wea- pon. - _ _ - _ _ But Della Sczila. turned his back on him. Mastino took it, broke it, threw it on the floor. "And now go,”.he said. At last Conrad found his voice. "Lord J” he cried, "let me stay." "Go," said Mastino. "I will stay," faltered Conrad, "and amend my fault.” A gloomy window gave a view "An hou"r ago," he replied lame- rt 0 "So soon!" gasped Conrad. S sm Rem *- , a a I r. LA, ' a :-' . RI 3- ' K i il t " " 5w? lil Eg tt , :37: x: .2“; " Fl 4; gg y It -, ' I I R " 3. +1 , It I g , , 'i" . " , t ‘ t , 'Y lp', " ALL DRUGGISTS are pot said This evening had he meant to seize Milan-the evening of this very day; and, behold, now it was all to be done again, the weary, weary waiting, the watching, the planning, the soothing his allies, the making good Carrara's treach- ery; and meanwhile-Iso/a! (To be continued.) Della Sana. strode to it. He saw only the green plain of Lom- bardy, and his own diminished tents, lessened by the better half. He struck his head against the win- dow-frame violently-Viscous' had triumphed! "Any old thing” won't do for pigs if you wish to handle them for profit. upon, the oen country. When too many are kept together they will pile up while sleeping, and the under ones get hot and perspire, and take cold when they crawl to the outside. It is well Co put the bed on a, platform built in one corner of the pen. _ - _ - _ _ _ When pigs figld in the trough, you will have to do a little fightir,aer,r for the underlines. Get the bosses by, themselves atronce. "Separate the pigs in lots of five or six according to size and seepgth. _ Giva them a bed in the room ad.. joining thrfeeding,1plyep: - _ Chickens, and especially fowls, will take on flesh very rapidly if put in a coop and confined ten days. Give them corn and cornbread mixed with milk, also vegetables of different kinds, After ten days, they should be sold if intended for market, but if being prepared for a show they should be let run for two or three days, when they can again be cooped up, but for no longer than about seven days. This kind of treatment for a, month, with a variety of grain, keeping corn for the principal food, will make a wonderful change in the birds. For market poultry, ten clays is sufficient, but exhibition stock cannot be handled too much. _ A pig will never'fbul his sleeping quarters if allowed any sort of a chance to keep them pleap. __ Supply plenty of clean, dfy straw. Be sure that there are no draft ho_1§s anysrhere, ip the pig pens, - h It can be made simply of planks with a cleat nailed around the out- side to, hold the straw in_place, Hoofs, horns, woolens, every kind, and even old leather may be converted into manure instead of burning the material and filling the whole neighborhood with their ot- fensive odor. Complaint is sometimes made that the finer bred pigs are less hardyr--eithtyl against cold or ill usage than the cGrgirr-lriiHss.--It ja,true that this IS the fact, but if '1tenospbjection. No farmer has a right tui-ep-west-tlst-s-tWTF-silica, of incompatible qualities invthe same. animal. The wild hog is un- doubtedly most hardy, because re- ceiving no care", all that are not the hardiest are killed off very early. But he is good for nothing, except in the wild state, to which he is adapted. There are thousands of farmers who find the winter a most profit- able season, and more and more winter activity is coming to be the rule. This is in line with the steady growth of agriculture into a, well- regulated business, as exact in me- thods and as certain in results as merchandizing and manufacturing. In 2,000 quarts of milk sold-or 4,300 pounds-tweney pounds of nitrogen, eleven pounds of potash and nine pounds of phosphoric acid are removed from the farm. But the coy: that produces this amount It is astonishing how in some cases, a change of locality increases the vigor and strength of a, plant, sometimes also changing its habits. It is a well-known fact that, amongst our weed and insect pests, some of those impurted from other countries, are our worst enemies, and that these, while in their na- tive country, frequently caused lit- tle trouble. Although a, change of climate or soil acts, in some cases very beneficially on the quality of the fruit and productiveness of some plants, it does not necessar- ily follow that all changes made at random would produce the same results. Among men of judgment a breed- er is rated more by the quality of what he sells than by the prices which he receives. His animals are a standing advertisement. When lambs are being dropped you should see the sheep the last thing before going to bed and the first thing in the morning. If you find a, sheep that you are sure will lamb before you see her again, put her in one of the pens, and gener- ally no harm will result. of milk returns nearly as much plant food to the farm in the shape 0: manure, if it is properly saved. So that, in reality, milk farming is by no means exhaustive. toto+(y+ty+<:_y+iCrto+oto LIVE STOCK NOTES. FARM NOTES BRISTLES The gréat lesson is taught in ca- pital letters that comfort and stui- finess are not synonymous terms; that Whitewash is a thousand times better than ancient, germ-laden wall-paper, and can be applied by any one, and as often as is desir- able; that a floor that can be The great free exhibits given by the International Tuberculosis Ex- hibition are of immense value in this educational crusade, and the charity that takes the form of pay- ing ear fares in order that the poor of the tenements may not miss this invaluable object-lesson is a very real one. Here the mother who is trying to save her stricken child in two small rooms in a tenement district is shown those two rooms as they probably are and as they may be. In the first instance dirty, cluttered up with useless rubbish, with every crack through which air may filter carefully stuffed with un- clean rags. Then side by side with this picture, the same rooms cleaned and purified, with windows which will open wide, and stay open, and with nothing in sight that cannot be made clean and kept clean. Then, little by little, the fight was begun. By example and pre- cept people were taught; not to lie down and die, but to stand up and battle for themselves. The good news was taken to the tenements and \‘rowded parts of great cities, where sunshine and fresh air are not secured without a struggle, but where they are just arefficacious as in the haunts of wealth. A few decades ago this particular enemy of the human race was not believed to have any vulnerable spots. It was thought by all to be invincible, and that its mere touch meant death. Then it was gradu- ally discovered that, after all, cer- tain weapons were at hand by means of which mankind could give light, that before sunlight, fresh air and proper food this foe would recoil like Mephistopholes before the crucifix. It has always been recognized that in warfare a knowledge of the enemy's weak points confers im- mense tactical advantage. This was never truer than in the tre- mendous crusade that mankmd is banding together to wage against that dread foe, tuberculosis. e-et'.',',") J.so P.-eow' mama»? o ' FIGHTIN G TUBERCULOSIS. me Daimler Pastor m, (1994) Ltd. COVENTRY, ENGLAND. 1! Pd 7. ' .- , , M, p, B. , ‘ 1tl , E - , 1 ti ' h' 3 , a ii I '" PS." , " rt ' _ ' , , tl, “She runs very quietly and smoothly, even on very bad roads, and she pulls beautifully up hill. It is a real pleasure to ride in her." MONSIEHR GERARBOT; 8, " '09 ssl have noted that its chief qualities are its extraordinary flex- ibility, its absolute silence, and its marvellous efficiency, in compar- ison with tappet valve engines. GEMS. HAY WAiKER, "il. M, 12, '0it “The way she crept along on her top speed at about 3 miles an hour was marvellous." GEMS E. MARTIN, ESQ. 12, 12, 't8 l‘I have never experienced such a delightful feeling as when gliding along silently and smoothly on the New Daimler." Extracts from a few of the Rafters reseived by the Daimler " bearing out the ciaims made for tho 1909 engine. THE " HON. LORI1 BEHTQH. "Never point, my dear," said the mother gently. "But, mamma," objected the little girl, "suppose ldon’t know the name of the thing?" "Then let the salesman show you all he has in stock until he comes to the article you wane." Practical Father-"Has that young man who wants to marry you got any money?" Romantic Miss-iles!. He gave me a, cluster diamond ring studded with' pearls.” Practical Father-"Yes, 1 know. But has he any money left?” BENEFICENT BACON. . It is a, well-known fact that ba- con cut thin, well cooked, brown, crisp and dry, can be taken regu- larly and for a long time by those who find all other fats intolerable. This makes it a valuable article for delicate children and others who are weak and fastidious. 1 Cold and hot water face baths loombined are much more effective ‘than either one alone, for it takes the hot bath to cleanse the skin and the cold one to invigorate and stimulate it.. The English are de- voted to the cold water bath for the whole body as well as the face, and the English men as well as the women are famous for the beauty' of their complexion. The cold bath makes the-skin look clean, but it does not cleanse it. The face should be washed in hot or at least warm water and should be rinsed in water of the same ltemperature. This should always be followed by dash- ing cold water on the face, neck and throat until the skin tingles and glows. The only time when the face should not be rinsed in cold water is after the evening bath, when the pores must be left open to drink in the skin food that has been applied, Tho shock of the cold water draws the blood to the surface and makes the skin firm, smooth, and healthy looking. The glow that this treatment brings to the cheeks is nature's rouge and surpasses by far any prepared rogue that one could buy. washed daily with soap and water feels better and looks better than the same floor covered with scraps of microbe-infested carpet; and that‘sanitary receptacles can be had for the asking, which make it possible to expectorate without en- dangering the lives of the Whole. family. It would be well indeed if these exhibitions could be given in every town and village in the country.--. Youth’s Companion. HOT AND COLD BATES 20, 12, '08