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Tom Gallon Of Crait if HAGoooooooood CHAPTER XII.—(Continued. “No, I think not,” she replied, quick- ly. “It doesn’t matter. I only came here to consult you about the business because I thought there might be some way of gaining my point. I quite see now, however, that whatever has to be done must be done by me; that my cousin,’ Mr. Raymond Hawley, must settle the matter with me and with me only. I am sorry to have taken up your time, Mr. Stock. I will wish you good morning.” He had risen from his chair to step forward to open the door for her, when she paused and came slowly back into the office. She had suddenly decided that something must be said concern- ing the new dangers with which she was beset; she tried to speak careless- ly as she faced the lawyer. “By the way, Mr. Stock, a very curi- ous thing has happened within the past few days,” she said. “It is not, of course, a matter of importance, but { thought I would mention it; another claimant for the fortune has put in an appearance.” “Another quickly. “Yes,” she replied, tracing out the pattern of the carpet with the toe of her shoe as she spoke. “A woman has actually had the impudence to present herself to me and to claim that she is Grace Yarwood. Did you ever hear of such a thing?” “It seems very strange,” said Mr. , Stock, with a thoughtful frown. “Has she any proofs, or is she a mere ad- venturess?” “A mere adventuress, Mr. Stock,” said Joyce, with a laugh. She has no proofs, and she appears to be in the hands of a party of adventurers, who evidently want to make something out of her. Don’t worry about me, Mr. Stock,” she added, lightly; “I can take care of myself.” “Should it be necessary, of course, I am quite prepared to produce the pa- pers which prove who you are; if you are troubled in any‘ way by any such people, please communicate with me.” “Thanks, so much,” she replied, with a smile; it doesn’t seem quite fair that they should worry a little woman who is only taking what belongs to her, does it?” she added, pathetically. “Of course not; we will take every care of you, Miss Yarwood,” said the lawyer, as he took her hand, and men. tally decided that he had greatly mis- claimant?” he asked, J OODE00o00o0o pleaded for money to buy his opium; but then he had paid a heavy price for it. Upon the price of that she had lived since; for the price of that she was fighting now. And here, at the moment of her greatest difficulty, as it were, had come'the man who knew everything and from whom she had bought the papers. The beggar who crouched before her ‘The driver got down lum! from his box and came and peered in .at the window of the cab, the better to make up his mind concerning the de- plorable object inside. After casually observing that something would be due to him for cleansing purposes so far as the cab was concerned, and add- ing that David Yarwood certainly “wanted a bit o’ doin’ up,”’—he sug- gested that he knew of a place, and climbed back on to his box again. Joyce got inside and was driven to a little side street in the neighborhood of Soho—in the very heart of it. Whether the cabman kenw the propri- etor of the place to which they went or not, Joyce could not tell; at all events the sight of a bank note was sufficient. The justly indignant and wildly expostulating David Yarwood was not only rigged out compietely, but was actually washed as well by the vigorous proprietor of the shop in some back apartment, so that he pres- ently emerged in a suit of black that fitted him very fairly indeed, and with an ancient-looking silk hat crush- in that quiet London street was Grace Yarwood’s father! CHAPTER XIII. The Imposter. _ As Joyce Bland looked down into the eyes of old David Yarwood, crouching before her on the pavement in that quiet street in London, the solid earth seemed slipping away from her. This was, of all things, the one thing that had not seemed possible: that this wretched old man could bridge the earth, as it were, and the sea, and come back here. This man, who knew everything, and had been the chief ac- tor in that little drama in Nevada—the man who had given her her chance in life, as she called it; that he should be here and actually at her feet! What should she do with him? A policeman sauntering along on the other side of the street had stopped for a moment, and then had crossed the.road toward her. She hurriedly stooped and gathered up the coins she had dropped; at the same time she pulled old Yarwood to his feet. A lit- tle crowd, springing, as it were, from nowhere, had begun to gather; curious faces were looking at her. “Now—what’s this ere?” asked the constable, looking at the trembling, ragged creature she held in her grasp. “Beggin’, miss?” “No—no; it’s all right,” said Joyce, hurriedly. “Send these people away, constable, and please get me a cab—a four-wheéled cab,” she added, quickly. “Do you know the man, miss?” ask- ed the policeman, suspiciously. “Yes—yes—an old friend—a—a rela- tive—greatly reduced in circum- stances,” cried Joyce, hurriedly. “I’m so glad I’ve found him; I’ve been look- judged her, and that she was certainly to be pitied. She went back to her hotel and fumed and raged at the thought of how helpless she was) It had seemed an easy thing, in a way, after she had armed herself with the papers, to step in and take possession of the property which had belonged to a woman she believed to be dead; she had not ex- pected that any impossible condition would attach to the fortune. And now, at the last moment, as it were, the dead girl had come to life and was quite easily able to fulfill that difficult condition herself, in the best possible way. Joyce knew that she was power- less in the matter; that in a few months the game would be ended. She went out into the streets and | began to walk—scarcely knowing where she went. The mere fact of keeping ‘moving helped her; she was able to think. Gradually she grew more calm; gradually she came to see —looking at the thing from her.own standpoint—that no man would be fool enough to throw aside a fortune she ing everywhere for him. Will you please get me the cab?” The man raised his hand and beck- oned to a “growler” at the end of the street. .At his earnest and somewhat sarcastic demand to know “wot they were waitin’ for,” the crowd edged away; the wretched old creature was helped in, murmuring incoherent pro- tests—and Joyce got in after him. Scarcely knowing what she did, she gave the constable the address of her hotel; and the cab rattled away amid murmurs from the crowd at her phil- anthropic conduct. b “Now, what am I to do with you?” she asked savagely between her teeth, as she looked at the cringing figure be- fore her. “TI can’t let you go—and I can’t keep you; and yet I must do something with you. How in the world did you get to England?” Of course he hadn’t the faintest no- tion; in fact, it remained a mystery always how the man ever had man- aged to cover all those miles of land and sea which stretched between the wilds in which he had been lost in held in her hands for the sake of a| Nevada and the other wilds in London penniless beggar for whom he had a/| in which he had been found. He hada momentary infatuation. Hawley was young and Raymond impression- hazy notion that he had found some- thing; but whether it was a sum of able; he would forget this fancy and | money or a charitable friend will never wouid turn to the solid and substantial things of life. “Please to buy a box o’ lights, lady! | For | heaven's sake, help a poor old creature | somewhere,” she muttered. Please to buy a box o’ lights! to get a night’s lodging—help a poor old man to get.what means food and drink to him! Help a poor old crea- ture—” The monotonous ery had gone on be- side her for half the Jength of a small street before she noticed the man at all; then, while she still thought about her own troubles, she felt for her purse and walked on slowly fumbling in it, while the man trotted besidé her. Cast- ing a glance at him, she saw that he was an unwholesome looking creature in rags, and with a yellow, parchment- like skin; the eager hand he held out toward her was like the claw of a bird. “Thank you! thank you!” he quay- ered, as he saw her seiecting some coins. “If you knew what it was to be denied all that makes your life easy, all that’s better than food or drink or anything, you’d know what I feai like. You can’t get it easily here, miss, in this end of London; they only have it down near the docks, where the Chinamen and the Lascars are— the precious opium that costs so much and means so much—” She dropped the coins she helé that they scattered over the pavement. As the man stooped to get them, liter- ally falling pon them in his eager- ness, she caught at him and dragged him to his knees, so that she could took into his eyes. And as he crouched there and looked up at her, she knew who he was and cried out in fear. Once before, in a hut in Nevada, the be known. The main point for her to consider was that this dangerous man was here and had to be dealt with. “T must get you out of the way “T don’t know the laws of this country, but I wonder if I could shut you up as a wandering lunatic? Even then’I sup- pose you'd talk.” alone,” whined Yarwood. “Only re- | quires just a very little—just as much | as you could hold between a finger and thumb. They call it opium—and you roll it up—and roll it up—and stuff it down into the pipe—and I hayen’t had any for three days now; I’m starving for it. The last I had was in a place near the docks; I took it from a China- man while he slept. He had more than he needed—and I was hungry for it. You haven’t—haven’t any you can give me?” he asked—“or perhaps you're’ taking me somewhere where I can get it—eh?” “That reminds me; where am I tak- ing you?” she said, slowly. “What a fool Iam; they won’t let you in at that respectable place; besides, how am I to account for you?) Was ever woman dogged like this!’ Yet I’m glad I was the first to find you. Now—what to do; the whole business depends on you—you heap of rags and dirt and | misery!” She stopped the cab and got out and had a talk with the driver. Did he know of any place likely to be open so late as that where she could buy some second-hand clothes? She would pay him well if he would help her; this old man whom she had picked up in the street was a relative, but she could not, of course, take him to her hotel man had crouched before her and had in his present condition. “Poor old man—deserted and left | ed down over his ears. Altogether he presented rather the appearance of be- ing a cross between an_ itinerant preacher and an undertaker out of work, but he was passable, at all events, and he was astonishingly clean. An absurd price was demanded and cheerfully paid; the cabman also was rewarded with an exorbitant fare, and once again they started on their way to the hotel. And on the way a bril- liant idea occurred to Joyce—an idea bold and daring enough even for her to have lighted upon. “{ think I know what to do with you,” she said with a grim laugh. “I am Grace Yarwood—and you are Grace Yarwood’s father; I’ll annex you, you old sinner. When I come to think of it, that’s not half a bad idea; you sha'n’t be against me—you shall be for me. I can bribe you and buy your si- lence easily enough, and I can dose you with opium until you’re ready to swear to anything. Why was I afraid of it? It may turn out to be the luckiest thing in the world that I found you.” She had quite made up her mind to that by the time they reached the ho- tel. There was a vast difference in the fierce fashion in which she whispered to the trembling creature whose arm she held to “Hold up” and the mild and modest and apparently shamed way in which she explained to the pro- prietor of the hotel that this was her father, for whom she wanted a room. “Unfortunately, my poor father, al- though born and bred a gentleman, has had troubles, which have caused him to forget his—his self-respect a little. I have succeeded, however, in finding him after a long search; to- morrow I shall take him away.” The sympathetic proprietor, seeing so young a woman burdened in such a way, begged that she would feel that the establishment was absolutely at her disposal. A room was provided, and old David Yarwood (wondering a little, probably, what was going to be done with him by this extraordinary stranger, for of course he hadn’t the faintest recollection of the woman he had seen that dark night in Nevada), after refusing to eat anything, was conducted to bed, where, to be more sure of him, Joyce promptly locked the door and secured the key. That done, she sat down to think about him and to decide what the next move in the great game was to be, now that she held so important a card as this. The next morning the one topic of conversation in the small hotel was the devotion of Miss Yarwood to her unfortunate parent. Truth to tell, she made old Yarwood’s life a burden to him; she pressed food upon him in the most exasperating fashion, when he was not in a condition to eat anything; and, while she murmured endearing things to him in the presence of oth- ers, she roundly and softly cursed him under her breath whenever she got the chance. And she seized an opportun- ity of getting him alone and explain- ing to him what he had to do, and what his reward would be. “Do you know who I am?” she ber gan. - (To Be Continued.) SMALL BOY A HERO. Risks His Life to Save a Playmate From Drowning. One of the most remarkable exam- ples of a boy’s bravery and love for his companion was witnessed in Sali- da Monday, when the footbridge span- ning the Arkansas river collapsed, sending at least five persons to their death. Clarence Copel, aged eleven years, and Cecil Wolf, aged ten years, were both standing on the span and were precipitated into the swift cur- rent. When Clarence saw his chum, Cecil Wolf, being swept under by the swirl- ing waters, he caught him with one hand and grasped the cable of the broken bridge with the other. Cecil was entirely submerged, and Clarence’s head was barely above the water. He held onto Cecil and cried for help, unmindful of the fact that his hold might break or the entire struc- ture be swept away at any moment. City Marshal Herzinger climbed out on the splintered bridge and drew both boys from the water. Clarence said he could not have held onto the bridge more than a few seconds longer, but he intended to die with Cecil if they had not been rescued. Cecil was resus- citated after considerable effort.-Den- ver News. Time! - Alfred—Please don’t put me off ary longer, Katie. Will you marry me? ‘Katie—Alfred, I hardly know wheth- er I love you well enough or not. Be- sides— Alfred (looking at his watch)— Katie, the last train is due in just; three minutes. Yes or— Katie—Yes, News ¢: | its toughness. \duce a more tender carcass. Alfred—New York ‘tp that way labor is saved Profitable and Profitless Stock. At a Wisconsin institute A. E. Rob- erts said: With stock of good blood there is no difficulty in making a steer two years of age top the market and bring a good profit for the feed and care given. However, the great bulk of stock shipped to our leading mar- kets is not of the above quality. One will readily ascertain at the stock yards that quality counts for more than quantity, and that fat alone is not sufficient. Buyers will ride into a pen where good cattle are and perhaps will raise their first bid in order to get them. The seller easily disposes of them at the top price of the day. This class are of high grade, good beef type and conformation, with ca- pacity for producing the greatest per- centage of high-priced meat. They are what the buyers term the smooth, fleshy lot. This class of cattle com- prise only about 10 per cent of the bulk. In adjoining pens buyers will ride in, view the stock, then ride away, with the remark, “I will not give that price, they are too rough.” The seller has to work to dispose of them, and when he does the price is disappoint- ing to the farmer, as it is only about one-half the price offered for the best class. A portion of this class consists of stock with an infusion of dairy blood. While they make good gains their feed goes to the production of internal fat. A greater per cent are common, unimproved, inferior animals in finish as well as form. This class comprises about 50 per cent of the stock forwarded to market. This means that the farmer has received about half the price for the animals he has raised and forwarded to mar- ket that he would have gotten if they had been properly bred, grown and finished. It has taken as much of the food of maintenance and as much feed to grow every pound of their weight as though they were worth twice the money. It is folly to attempt to engage in beef production with such a class of animals, especially where stall feeding and intensive farming are practiced. There is no reason why such stock should be grown, as the type and con- formation can be improved by the use of good beef bred sires, and the more grading up by pure blood animals of approved form the better the results. Four or five generations of pure bred sires will establish a herd of live stock practically as good for all feeding pur- poses as pure breeds. Goat Meat and Kid Meat. A circular of the United States De- partment of Agriculture says: While it is generally agreed among those who speak from experience that the kids of all breeds of goats are a deli- cacy, it is true that among the great mass of the people of this country there is a prejudice against anything bearing the name of “goat.” Within the environments of all of the larger cities are found many kids, and it is evident that only a few of them grow to maturity. What becomes of them? Butchers and meat dealers answer the question by saying that they pass over their blocks as “lamb,” No meat dealer has heard of a complaint of the quality of such “lamb.” A consider- able number of mature common goats are purchased by the packing houses of the larger cities. They are pur- chased as goats and sold, either in the carcass or canned, as mutton; and many who decry goat meat have un- consciously eaten it many times no doubt. This does not mean that the meat is as palatable as good mutton, but it may be as good as poor mutton, and so the consumer’s criticism con- cerns the quality and not the kind. j The flesh of any mature common goat is not palatable to most persons who have tasted it. This is due to the strong taste, and, to some extent, to Proper care in dress- ing would probably mitigate if not en- tirely prevent the strong taste, and feeding on grain would tend to pro- Both these points, however, will hardly re ceive attention from anyone who may contemplate going into the industry, for the reason that they will add ma- terially to the cost of production. The excellent quality of the kid meat has already been mentioned. It is safe to say that the existing prejudice ugainst it would disappear if people were to test it, and in time a good market ought to be built up for all that can be produced. However, the question arises, Will it pay to raise common goats for the sale of kids? The farmer will have to determine this matter for himself. If a ready market were established for the kids at, say, $1.50 each, and if one doe can raise three or four kids annually, it can hardly be doubted that,the indus- try could be made profitable. At this time no such market exists. The losses from lice on pigs are fre- quently severe, especially in the case of young pigs. Death sometimes re- sults directly from the attacks, but more often comes indirectly in the way of cholera or other disease that was able to fasten itself on the hogs because of the systems being weak- ened from the presence of lice on the animals. Where green manures are grown for the purpose of being turned under it is advisable to grow them on the distant parts of the farm, so that the barnyard manure may be applied on the fields nearest to the barns. —_= Hit-or-miss breeding is the mistake of the hour in the breeding of swine. The practice is the one most popu- larly followed, because it is the eas- iest. It is moving toward the point of least resistance. This, however, is not the profitable way to breed. Most men will follow it; for to go in an- other direction requires too much thought, too much’ study, too much in- vestigation and too much work. Yet the hard road is the one that leads to prosperity in the hog raising business. If a man is going into the scientific breeding of swine he should know what products certain matings will bring forth. For such there is no rule, but there are numerous rules some of which have not been discovered. The field for development in this direction is large. To the aid of such a breeder must be brought all the experiences of others, incorporated in books or ob- tained orally. Swine breeding is not the narrow subject it seems. It has many phases and each feature of these sub-divides almost indefinitely. To be successful a man must not ex- haust his entire energies in mere manual labor; but must leave himself some energy for deep thought and mental questioning. Rice Hulls in Stock Feed. Mention was made in our last report of the experiments then being con: ducted of determining the digestibility of rice bran and polish. These exper iments were brought to a successful conclusion and the results embodied in Bulletin No. 77, just issued. A fact was brought out in these experiments which was not sought, because it was not suspected. It was a valuable reve- lation, however, and the strong hand of the law may be invoked to sup press its future existence. It was found that it was a common custom of the rice mills in this state to grind up the hulls of the rice and mix the same with the bran. In many in- stances this adulteration reached 60 per cent of the total feed. By the new process of milling rice it is claimed that a small quantity of hulls neces- sarily finds its way into the bran, but so large a quantity as 50 per cent can only be accounted for by mixing of the two with the intention of fraud. Rice hulls are not only of no nutritive value, but absolutely injurious from a physiological standpoint, greatly in- juring the mucous linings of the stom- ach.—Louisiana Station. Best Horse to Raise. There is no doubt that the best horse for the farmer to raise is the draft horse. The farmer needs some times to raise roadsters and driving horses; but in the main the draft leads all others. There are many more draft horse. The farmer needs some kind. The demand is not so much for an improved kind of horse as for a first-class animal of the kinds we now have. The draft horse can be raised with little expense to the farmer, and he begins to pay his way before the time comes to market him. The draft colt works in easily with the general work of the farm. The farmer may find it difficult to sell a light harness horse for carriage purposes, but he never has trouble in selling a first: class draft horse. In any event it should be remembered that it requires no more labor to care for a good draft horse than for a poor one. The horse of quality will consume no more feed than the other, but the margin be tween cost and selling price is very much greater in the case of the good horse than between the cost and sell ing price of the inferior horse. Rye for Dairy Cows. When rye is to be used for feeding cows in the spring it should be sown in the latter part of August or in the early part of September. So sown it will get well started and cover the ground well before winter comes on. If it grows too well, it is easy enough to reduce its thrift by turning in the calves, sheep or cows for a few weeks in the fall. This pasturing should not be continued long enough to reduce the covering to a point where the roots will be injured later by the severities of winter. In the sowing of the seed about three bushels should be used per acre, as this gives a finer stemmed rye than the ordinary amount of seed and this fineness makes it more agreeable to the cows. The use of the rye crop is found in the early spring before the pasture grasses have had time to develop. When the grass comes on the cows will abandon the rye for the grass, the taste of which they prefer to that of the rye. Good and Bad Feeding. Presuming that a breeder has swine of first quality the feeding becomes a question of great importance. It is often remarked that this and that breeder failed because he bought ani- mals of fancy breeding points and then gave them scrub care. This is always a fatal mistake. The pure bred animals have received many backsets in reputation from this cause. Take any of our best strains of hogs and let them be turned into a poor feed lot and be given little grass and much corn. A few generations of that kind of feeding will give us a scrub progeny with a good set of pedi- grees. That is a case where the pedi- gree is worth less than nothing. It is not enough to know that an animal has a good line of ancestons; it is necessary also to know how its im mediate ancestors have been fed . , SNAKES SENT BY MAIL. ‘7 Two Vipers Found in an Austrian Pare cels Post. Two vipers escaped from a parcel post packet lying in the sort room of — the postoffice at Eisenstein, Austria. The postmaster killed them before they could get away, and then cau- tiously examined the packet, which was found to contain eighteen more of these dangerous reptiles. The addressee was notified, but de- clared himself quite ignorant of the matter, and horrified at the thought that he might have received the pack- et in the ordinary way and opened it in the midst of his family.—Rochester Herald. WHY THEY LEAVE A BALANCE. Superstition That Sickness Follows a Paid Doctor’s Bill. “There is hardly a man in my pro fession,” remarked the physician, “who doesn’t occasionally have a dol- lar held up as a result of the old su- perstition that as soon as a man gets his doctor’s bill paid up in full he is bound to have more sickness in the family very soon. “The other day I sent my bill for $50 to a man whose family I had been at- tending all winter. A day or two later I received his check for $49.50. He un- doubtedly is a victim of the supersti- tion; but if it is any comfort to him to still owe me half a dollar,he is wel- come to the change.”—Ne wYork Sun. BOYS CHOOSE THE FLOGGING. Had Option of Punishment for Going to Circus. When a circus showed at Ho le, Pa., the children were informed that if the parade took place after 11 o'clock they would be dismissed for the remainder of the ses- sion, but if it took place before that hour they must return to school. The parade took place at 9 o’clock, and all returned with the exception o nm boys and a few girls. The principal gave the boys who had disobeyed his rules the choice of thr punishments—a severe flogging, s- pension until the next meeting of the board of education, or losing the privi- lege of going home after examination next week. They chose the flogging, and Prof. O’Day, securing a piece of hose, after having it tried on himself to his satis faction by an assistant principal, gave them their medicine. Some of the boys’ parents are very indignant, but the general impression that the prin- cipal was right—New York Times, HUMAN EAR A DEFORMITY. Stood Up Till Mashed Flat by Sleeping on Pillows. “While the ears of animals,” said a naturalist, “are erect and comely, the human ear is crumpled, crushed and flattened. It is man ntelligence that is responsible for this deformity of his ear. “Man’s brain, you see, has made his head topheavy. An animal’s neck alone furnishes enough support in sleep, but man’s neck is too weak to sustain his brain-weighted skull, which in consequence must be laid, with the ear underneath, upon a pillow. “Man, I have no doubt, had an erect, smooth, shapely ear in the beginr But his head, with its developing brain, outgrew his neck’s power to support it. Thence came the head-rest, or pil- low, with its consequent crushing and crumpling of the ear, and t} ence came the ear of to-day, a deformity which, being universal, is not deemed a de formity at all.”—Washington Post. WRONG TRACK. Had to Switch. Even the most careful person {fs apt to get on the wrong track regarding food sometimes and has to switch over. When the right food {s selected the host of ails that come from improper food and drink disappear, even where the trouble has been of lifelong stand- ing. and had a capricious appetite and I was allowed to eat whatever I fancied h cake, highly seasoned food, hot biscuit, etc.—so it was not surprising that my digestion was soon out of order and at the age of twenty-three I was on the verge of nervous prostra- tion. I had no appetite, and as I had been losing strength (because I didn’t get nourishment in my daily food to repair the wear and tear on body and brain), I had no reserve force to fall back on, lost flesh rapidly and no med- icine helped me. “Then it was a wise physician or- dered Grape-Nuts and cream and saw to it that I gave this food (new to me) a proper trial, and it showed he knew what he was about, because I got bet- ter by bounds from the very first. That was in the summer, and by win- ter I was in better health than ever before in my life, had gained in flesh and weight and felt like a new per- son altogether in mind as well as body, all due to nourishing and com- pletely digestible food, Grape-Nuts. “This happened three years ago, and never since then have I had any but perfect health, for I stick to my Grape-Nuts food and cream and still think it delicious. I eat it every day. I never tire of this food, and I can en- joy a saucer of Grape-Nuts and cream when nothing else satisfies my appe- tite, and it’s surprising how sustained and strong a small saucerful will make one feel for hours.” Name giy. en by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. True food that carries one along ang “there’s a reason.” Grape-Nuts 10 days proves big things. Get the little book, “The Wellville,” in each pkg. Bond te “From a child I was never strong ~