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the colored h boys and elevator ess to be of service to her. She: Old Lady is kindly but firm, . so. of the family marvel at her courage, and! h to the dusky handmaiden all tiding ted to ne American temper. La for the family--well the fimily, from Misery the cat, who "loves ny" but loves the Little Old Lady betier, to. the man who does metimes come home from busi fess with nerves that need soothing; all : are the devoted slaves of Granny.. Yes, we all call her "Granny." She likes it. 'Theres an old-fashioned 'homelyness about the word that matches her caps and kerchiefs and her spirit, But with all our loving, the Little Old Lady is not content. She _ yearns for 'neighbors: She wants friendly folks to run in unceromiously i One afternoon, when she bad been sitting quietly by the window looking down into the street that teemed with nurses and perambulators, she sighed wistfully. said; "that there are babies being 1 haven't a blessed thing to do " «That is just it. She longs to r all the material and spiritual Tt was on aie Jas hea he frees and shrubs were budding in | Riverside Park; and a little April brégze was: setting the surface-of. the river aquiver and a host of children weté shouting for joy along the paths * and on the greening lawns, that the Little Old Lady's. neighborly heart received its deepest wounds. She had been out for a walk in the park with Louise, her namesake and favorite grandchild, and she came home better attuned to the lilt of the spring than was the foureeen-year-old ~ granddaughter. As they left the elevator she rioticed scattered leaves on -. the hall floors, and, always a careful housewife, she turned in the door- --- way for a mild reproof. "The hall is not quite tidy, James," she said. James, the elevator | boy, smiled apologetically. : 3 "No'm. It ain't skasely. I'm goin' to see to that right away. The funeral it made consid'ble mess 'n' I ain' had time yet," he said. "What funeral?" the Little Old Lady asked, with a "startled look in her eyes. $ "Muster Bllows, 'm--in there." He pointed to a door an arm's length from the one she was standing in. ; "Yass'm. He's been sick nigh five weeks 'n' he died las' Monday. The Masons they buried him fine this mornin'. 1hey all brought heaps of flowers. Yase'm, they suttinly did do him fine. ~The Little Old Lady fled through the open door without a word and did not stop until she had reached her own room and closed its doors behind her. . She knew there were times when Granny wanted to ~bealone, ii. We found her sitting in her arm chair when, a little later, we went to her room. She had taken off her bonnet and coat and smoothed "h put on her snowy cap, but she did not look quite like the Little Old Lady. She had no smile for us-and her eyes held a hurt and and she seemed very tired: 4 : ' .. "You've done too much, dear," said her daughter-in-law. A flush pt into the white face. The Little Old Lady's backbone stiffened with 'too much, 'Sally? I've done too little. That's what . "THE business s man who has customers in various parts of Canada or elsewhere will find the services of this bank of invaluable assistance in collect- ing drafts, etc. pl "You poor ignorant child," said Granny; but a smile crept into her eyes and it sweetened there as memory went back along years and found old neighbors lingering in the Land of Long Ago. "What do they do?: They help each other to live, dear. That's what they do when they- neighbor." She was quiet for a while, but one could afford to wait for: the Little Old Lady's stories of that Land of Long Ago. "I've always had good neighbors," she began at last; "but when I think of neighbors-some way or other my mind always goes back to Southern Indiana. I've wondered sometimes whether there was even another place in the world where folks neighbored as they did down there. along the Ohio River when I was a girl. "We lived in the country, you know, but there was a village two miles east of father's farm and another three miles west, and there were plenty of farms close around us. I wish you could have seen it, Sally, before - things changed. Robert can remember a little about it, and I--why im my heart I really live down there now and everything is just as it was: then and I love it so, not that I don't like living with you and Robert and the children, Sally, but that was always 'home,' even after I was: married and had a home of my own. "Robert's grandfather was 'Uncle Robin' to all the neighborhood! and Mother was 'Aunt Nelly' and the hearts of the two of them--I can't tell you all about that. It's too big for telling. But someway or other, 'most every one of them had a heart down there. I suppose there must have been orney folk, but I can't. remember any, nor any hates or feuds either. When any one stuck fast in trouble all the neighbors put their shoulders.to.the wheel. > "If a man fell sick in harvest-time, for instance, the neighbors didn't bother him with asking whether he wanted anything done. They just turned to and harvested his crops. Or if he wasn't able to get down his wood in the autumn they got it down for him. They all helped each other with harvest anyway. The man whose fields needed attention most got most attention, and if one man had a big crop and another had a small one the man who had the small one never stopped to think about that. Like as not he'd need most help the next year; and if not, what difference did that make anyway. (Continued next week.) The Army Worm The following circular regarding control measures for the army worn has been issued by the Ontario Agricultural College: -- The army worm is a stout, smooth bodied caterpillar, blackish or brownish in color, with two yellowish stripes tinged with red along each side. © When full grown it about one and a half inches long. The adult is a moth which lays her eggs chiefly on grass in low lands. ~The cater- pillars themselves never lay eggs or produce living young. The favorite food plants are grasses, timothy, oats, corn, and millet. When food be- comes scarce, the worms move in enormous numbers in search of new feeding grounds. As the pest is being reported from numerous counties, every farmer should examine his fields fiom time to time to see if they are being at- tacked. If the insects have become distributed all over the field before being noticed, the wisest course will be to cut the crop at once if it is timothy or grain and cure for hay, but if 1 is corn, scatter lightly through the field a poison mixture, made of 1 1b. of paris green mixed thorough- ly in 25 Ibs. bran, and then moisten with water, sweetened with molas- ses. Make the mixture just moist enough to fall through the fingers like sawdust--not sloppy. " If the crop is threatened or attacked only in part, dig a trench im- mediately in front of where the worrus are. In the case where the crop is partly attacked, it will be found advisable to cut a swath through the grain, and rake this off before the trench 1s dug. The trench is often unsatis y, especially in clay soil, if it is not properly made. It should be at least 18 inches deep, in clay soil, with a straight clean side- towards the crop to be protected. Post-holes at least a foot in depth. must Se sunk every 15 feet in the bottom of the trench. Tn sandy soil the trench works excellently, but in clay soil it is often advisable as an- extra precaution to heap up the loose earth on the crop side right along the trench. The small particles of earth loosen and cause the climbing: 'worms to drop. Hence in clay or much soil it may be advisable to- scratch the face of the wall lightly with a garden rake. Do this also: after rain. = When the worms are unable to climb the wall they will pass: lengthwise through the trench, and collect in the post-holes, where they may be killed by crushing or other means. In digging the trench ploughs may be used, but the balance of the work should be done with to insure a clean, deep trench, Wherever the worms are fo ind, prompt action is very important. DEPARTMENT OF ENTOMOLOGY, Tn Ontario Agricultural College.. | a as appeared in Greenbank on the farms of James: ex. Gordon and others, and is report