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= Painced wih. MARTIN-SENOUR PAINT ------ x You'll Find Just What You Want For Spring Painting, In 'MARTIN-SENOUR . PAINTS AND VARNISHES "MADE IN CANADA" w . Your needs have been foreseen. Dealers in your neighborhood have been supplied with the Martin-Senour line. And you have only to name your Painting Wants, to have them promptly filled. 3 HOUSE PAINT--Why should you waste money on impure paint, or bother with mixing lead and oil, when you can get Martin-Senour *'1 Pure" Paint for all outside and inside ting P Always the same in quality, color, fineness and purity. way, it they had] mise Borer. would have seen themselves : ericho fore th would have ore ti 5 a t is why we don't) ola, | WALL? Jie game NRE hie mo: fen, Gury, ing hor foes 8 moment 1 yA y again. And that seemed . clinch the question. » 4 en old Lieb made a very 'wise re: "You will have to go carefully at first, Adolohe, if your mine is all that you 1 there must be other mines. South | Africa will soon cut out every or _coun- try, and; dismonds will be so cheap that they will becom en ey. @ drug on the market." it 'was tha: rea is son's businése gen'us, which, if it had lain dormant these years, had gather- ed aa it were force for thuuderbolts, He was pale with emotion, trembling with an excitement which seemed to stiffen him, to make him unnaturally calm, myster- iously so, t. : "You are right, father, that is the dan- er, There must be diamonds there, pnough for thie generation and the next, for hundreds of years to come, and it muet not be known, That is what I want tinet ae- eR ably Golling, the he hi been staying with, 'do a deal, sont them on ap- val for eale or commiesion, and he Ridn't know how he could get rid of them for him, not so many ae that now, when everyone was leaving Frankfort for the ig IIL Wey ain, & disagreeable : one. He hoped his son n't done 'anything foolish. : A "Well, and what are you going to do with them?" Old Lieb wae sitting at the flashing one after the other in BARN PAINT ~-- Martin - Senour "RED SCHOOL HOUSE" is the paint for the barn, It spreads easily--covers more surface--and holds its fresh, bright color against wear and weather, Care of the Chicks. Young chicks should not be allow- ed to roost too early. Let them © seek the roost of their own | free will. Care should be taken, how- ever, that they do not.crowd in the pens, or brood coops. They will simetimes persist in piling np and e under ones suffer accordingly. he extra warmth producing per- Fapiration is weakening and -stuats them beyond point of recovery. They are also liable to catch cold with a sudden change of the tem- 'perature. : _ Study Climatic Conditions. of the commonest mistakes orchardists make is to try = rothe same system of prun- ng 8 of the country. Cli: tig other conditions make a R difference in the growing and dhe habits of trees, and in or- Gs ure the best results it is ' 'megessaty to adapt pruning meth- ods to suit local conditions. he light, ecraping e little = bit hers, blowing on them, turning them hither and thither, with practised hand, while his Quick brain remembered the tiara of the rafin this, the necklace of the Baronin that, the approaching marriage of the yonng Princesse von Heuserleben--he no: ticed with practised eye just the stone that was needed, which his firm had been I seeking for wo long. t "Pather--" Adol A came close to hie father and laid hand on hie shoulder, his eyes SnamkI: his face wreathed in smiles, "whut would you say it 1 told yon that I had a mine of those, a mine wih huidrede and thousands of those?" "Your" The old man eat back in kis chair and gaged at hie son, then he burst -out laughing, then he 100k up another dia- mold and 100) at it. A . "Well--you know what we eay when a ereon doesn't speak the truthp" = He fe hed----it was a joyous Jongh. 'You would eay I wae liar, eh, fa- ther? Well, look at this." He drew some deeds out of his pocket, and tossed them on to his father's plate. It was far into the night when father and son went to bed. e diamonds lay where they were on the table, and the servants 'who came to clear it were sent away. The liehte, for the old man pre. ferred wax candles on the table, burned low, till 'they nearly singed the petals of the flowers which sent out appealing perfumed gasps, that the lights might be extinguished as they were on other nights go that they could enjoy the cool dark: ness. § "The bacchantes leered, and the fauns frowned from the tapestries on the wall; his brother and sisters came to say good- night, and seeing them p in conversa- tion went wondering away. His mother came softly, ber knitting in her hand, nd sat dowp in C. ni ner, ai fodiad seen her. tha AE % fie ion for it seemed a Jain Row that had Sole LW n rica, on the gay he Pitter yes hever left his { he told his tale, told it in the oan TL IRULES, compa y Oriental gestures, carryin ved along with , as if he were tell ing eome tale of the Arabian Nights. car. ried away himeelf as he remembered that ight, the glorious moon. the stillness, e replicas of hills, the arid land, and the Kaffir woman beside him. He 1d |'them how he had written to the bank, the day after his return to Kimberley, and dispatched an order that that bit of land wes to be bought if possible, "Not a word about the mine, mind you, and I got it for a song" he named the ice. "They thought I was going 1d a farm tliere or something; then I went etraight to the expert 1 had heard of as s as I knew that I had the deeds of the mine, and there's his report "he. nick business capacity, the rapid ity with which he had done it all, took hie 1 1's breath away. 1 in. deed a k gol after his own heart. He in: to WIL did your Jriend, what did 'Golling | to a at?" hy thas 'what I want to ask you. I Haro Sold Mim-now do you think I am m he only had ht ma: to have bad caught the fire , tell him?" / bed come 10 cErried | toalised that Lou to help me for, and I know you will. ou always said that if T would work you 'would he me, and I am ready, aching to go to work. I want to corner the diamecnd market." CHAPTER IV. : "I can't do it--I can't do it! Oh, dear-- dear!" - No one would have believed it if the; had been told that it was Lady Judit Roach who wae speaking like this; no- body but these who knew and even they would not have believed that the utter- ance was. eincere, wrung from her by gnawing mental pain, which seemed to turn round within her like a knife--the beautiful Lady Judith, who in a few hours would appear at dinner smiling, it a little eo. and whose emile was the most innocent in the opid, And they would not have understood, those who knew, nor probably 'anybody else, (except m~ Lord Bishop perhaps, who occasionally occupied himeelf with Lady Judith's soul at odd moments after luncheon, or occasionally in a letter from the Athenaeum Club) that this wae the sublimest moment in her life, the moment in which her soul rose above the relig- ious caresses of the Bishop, to heights on which it could look truth in the eyes, and cease to compromide with the flesh. "1 can't do it , . + I can't do it!" Bhe uttered these words lying on her bed with tears in her eyes, those dry tears which last only a@ moment; but which burn like hot irons, which hurt the lids of the wo- men who rarely cry. Onee she even bit the pillow, and moaned "Oh, dear--oh, dear!" Once her maid came to the door and she gent her away; and once, twice, three times she listened for the sound of -a bell, and then she got up and paced the Then she sat down on a chair. "Oh, how awful, how awful,' she half whispered to herself, while, because she wae fairly intelligent. ehe could not help noting the incongruity of the day, the hour, the place, her circumstances out- ardly, with the situation which preeent- ed iteelf. Even she could understand to- day that it wae life which at this mo- ment voiced ite fulness of uish, ae compared with the frou-frou and flotsam and jetsam, and vapid cackling of mun- dane restlessness, resethbling the bosom of the se@ on a summer's day, the laugh- ter, the ealt spray of wit and jest cast upwards now and then by a wanton breeze, hiding deep treacheriea beneath, and lurking danger enfolded in dangor- ous currents and whirlpools, like a poisoned missile hidden in the leaves of 2 Tose. Now, thie afternoon, she realized that she ought only to have paddled like the children, and not have gone forth to bathe in waters which h proved them- selves to be beyond her depth, It was all right, she told herself, ae long as you kept near the edge. Bhe had ealized that she' was of those who love danger, and think they can deal with it, who had within a hidden valor, which per wae a. distorted inherit. ance of her Crusader ancestors, and whioh made her always go forward to meet dan- ger, to seek it. It was the month of June, and she lived in a house in Piccadilly, overlooking the Green Park. It was an exquisie day, and because it was only o'olook the Glinde were drawn and their roee tint threw a eoft warm glow over the room, like the bloom on roses. It wae beanuti- fully furnished. Outside on her balcony, 'bright flowers strained to look at the hel passers' by rom 'beneath etriped i and everyth around was luxurious, re- eplendent even, and comfortable, every: ing heart and soul of Lady Judith, who, #0 far ae feelings went might -have been a ner's assistant a under a red-hot . or" Ma Ti wae shite, and fingers delicately, rev: to ion her soul were like that. ) ly he Jere at. eaid that he in, that 0 FLOOR PAINT--There"s only one to be WAGON PAINT -- Keep the machines, wagons and tools fresh | now trying to think of Jt mada hor 8 ioal n, yot she hat: re Sr ngted Jer in h erence--the ijunooce wi ; age a considered--the old reliable SENOUR"S = RCN A . - \ ER \ Q Ne Floor Paint--the kind that wears, and wears, end wears. and bright -- and protect them against rust and weather--by giving them a coat or two of Martin-Senour "Wagon and Implement' Paint. Write us today for "Farmer's Color Set" and name of our nearest dealer-agent. ADDRESS ALL ENQUIRIES TO he MARTIN-SENOUR Go. 655 Droter Streer, MONTREAL. early dawn would be like, when ehe was alone again. She only hoped that ehe would be too tired to think, unless, un: less . . . she couldn't think of what it would be if all went well. When she thought of thie, little runnels of joy seemed to fill everywhere in her be- ing, little veins of delight, of joyous glad: Ly ow that were ike bubbling innocence, t0 bust and couree all over her, tinkling like effervescent waters, sparkling, invig- orating, healthy, sane. And with a ges- ture that wag girlish, she clasped her hands and said-- "It it should be, how good I will be, how always, always." Yes) 'perhaps if it had come to pass, she would have been good, perhaps who can tell? Bi eatg iteelf as often as his: tory, perhap@ oftener and fate rarely woos us to righteousness by kindness, rather it crushes us into submission by whipeords, and the chances offered are generally those of resistance to evil, only, the door open that leads to aelf-destruc- tion, the latch drawn on the gate of the path of virtue; just a few try to win over their fellow humans by love--it ie too fatiguing. Yet perhaps she would not have been good after all, and the gods knew what they were about. Now she threw off the white dressing: gown, and dressed hurriedly in her eimp- lest frock, and smoothed her hair and looked at herself in the glass. There were no signs of the fearful up- heaval her mind had been given over to, yet she looked anxiously into it, for it seemed to her that she depended entire- ly on her beauty thie afternoon. And bad it really been so, her beauty this afternoon would not fail her, her beauty which had made her the prettiest debutante four yeare ago, and which still ranked her the piece de resistance of all the.emartest gatherings in London. Yet, Rien che was dressed ghe could not make up her mind to go dowhstairs. She sat on .for quite ten minutes, then she got ahd poured out a few drope of eal volatile and drank them off, Once ehe thought it would be better to write, then she looked again in the glass, and decided that she must tell him, She took up the photograph of a young man dre in the khaki worn by the heroes of the South African war, and gazed apd gazed into the f A if she would read there or , with the aid some swpernansal inner 'eight, how wonld take it, what he Jo do, whether he would understand t J because she told him she was beter, far better than many others, whether would re- cognize the soul wl she had that morying become aware of, in a y dis. owned. She was conscious of fearful misgivings ghe looked on that face; it was ®0 sh. If only he had been a little older a because it wae so different . Bh t all her life to that other man 6 peri all her lite sick, hi b this one wae ,, Yet in the ter, ED Eats Sane AD Ba to fhe Be bi there ghbbe vol Be Then {hore wag a nosk at the ETL appeared, oF oust. AL her (To be continued) tle more worldiy-wipe, fluis gor, peices | 4 SESS FROM MERRY OLD ENGLAY) NEWS BY MAIL ABOUT JOHN BULL AND HIS PEOPLE. in the Land That Reigns Supreme in the Com. mercial World. Occurrences * No fewer than 93 vessels, of a to- tal of 346,455 toms, were launched on the river Tyne last year. Every month a thousand tons of fire wood are sent to the British troops in France and Belgium. An Australian edhtingent arrived in England on the 10th inst., and was enthusiastically welcomed. The Dover Straits are only 2 miles wide at Calais, which has been connected with Dover by ca- ble since 1851. : Gas was. used to replace candles and lamps at a factory in Manches- ter in 1805, two years before? the illuminant was introduced into London, Sir Charles Hartley, the distin- guished engineer, who played an 4p rtant part in the development # e River Danube, has died in ndon. The death last week at Coylton, Devon, of Sir George Turner is an- nounced. Death was caused by leprosy, contracted during research work to discover a cure for the dis- ease, A buge woollen mill of five stor- eys, belonging to George Crosland & Bons at Crosland Moor, Hudders- , was on the 28th ult. totally destroyed by fire, : News was received at his resi- lence at Bournemouth op the 1st inst, of the death ab a 0 Mr. Frank Thomas B , the well-known author of seg stories and writer on naval subjeots. | Lo = 4 _-- An effort is being made to raise 100 miles of pennies for the Qusen's Work for Women Fund. This nt said to represent the sum of £22, 000. The headquarters of the fund are 33 Portland Place, London: There are about 9,500 British ves. sels of nearly 11,000 tons, engaged in the home and foreign trade. The Germans have destroyed less than 12,000 tong, or about one-tenth of 1 per cent. in the fist seven days ol their blockade of British commerce. Great Britain never had an army of more sober, self-sacrificing and devoted men than she has, and tha spirit of patriotism which ihe men have exhibited has been emulated, if it has not been increased, hy the example of the women they left be- hind them.--Sir Samuel Chisholm. It is estimated that there are in Great Britain 70,000 barrels of her- rings pickled in salt, the war pre- venting their export to Russia and (termany. Dr, H. Fullarton thinks these should nowy he obs, taiped for the feeding of Britons and their families, and the nourish. ment of interned prisoners and "Tommies" in training. In these 770,000 barrels are 21,000,000 lbs. of flesh, or % Ib. of salt herrings for each one of the population. A woman in London who used to make $1,800 a yeag by teaching mu-, sic has not been able fo earn mora than 816 since last July. This is a typical case, said Mathilde Verne the other day. She is president of the Women Musicians' Employment Fund, and she declares that the women teachers of music have heen the hardest hit of all. | The Distinguishing Conduct Me- dal carries with it a gratuity of £20, paid on discharge, or an imn- crease of pension of 6d. a day. The Victoria Cross carries, in the case of a private or non-commissioned officer, a special pension cf £10 a year, which, by a'comparatively re- cent regulation, may be increased to £50 if the holder is incapacitated from work at any time.