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CHAPTER XIil. The Shoot. Tuesday morning was bright and fine—one of those fair days of the tarly spring that this climate of sur- prises sends to delude us into the be- fief that April is close at hand. It smiles serene and sunny, and the next step is a snowstorm or a_ blizzard. There is skating to-morrow on the meadows where to-day we looked. for tcrouses and primroses. The too bold young buds are nipped and shriveled, and the birds stop their courting in dismay. Winstanley, walking his horse in the dog cart slowly as he approached the level crossing at Cosham, saw that the gates were shut, glanced up at the green slope of hill beyond him, where the white chalk pits yawned like snow caverns, and felt his heart light. He was bound on that most agreeable of all errands to a lover—the errand that takes him to the house ofthe woman he loves. It had come to that now with Winstanley; there was no more delusion of himself in the matter. He knew that umless he could win Ursula Hamilton for his wife he would never be content. He was all impatience for the chance to tell her how he loved her; he was incapable of keeping his own secret from her any longer. As he looked up the hill behind which she waited for him, he could hardly wait for open gates. i$ The station gates were closed, and while Winstanley halted for them to swing open, once the lingering goods train had taken itself off, he was aware of a figure approaching with some haste from the nearer platform, and holding up a hand to attract his attention. It was, in fact, the figure of Baron Taxona, attired in shooting garb. He was correctly English for the most part, shooting coat and knick- erbocker sand gaiters; his only devi- ation from conventionality was an em- broidered game bag. He held up one hand on high to arrest Winstanley, a somewhat unnecessary proceeding, as the gates did that on their own ac- count. He ran along the platform and through the little ticket gate with a speed that made the porters turn to look at him—a gentleman in such a hurry must be a little strange. “Ah, it is you!” he cried, as he came cear the dog cart, and found his breath and his voice. “I was sure of it, even from that distance. I said to myself, ‘{ will go and ask my friend.’ You can tell me which is the way to get to Nutfield. Ic is over that high hill, is it not? Is there far to walk? Lama poor hill climber. Gr can one lake one take one of these carriages?” By this polite term he designated one of the shabby, rattling wagonettes which lay in wait round the station pre- cincts to take stray excursionists to Watehlooville. “] shall be very glad to give you a lift,” said Winstanley. There was vir- tually nothing else to say. He could not possibly know that the baron had been lying there in wait for him for the last three-quarters of an hour, though it did strike hi mthat he was rather openly hinting at his readiness to be helped. “Thanks—a thousand, a thousand! I will then fetch my gun and the rest.” The baron ran back to the platform with alacrity, and returned carrying his own gun-case, Winstanley’s groom jumped down, rather shocked, to take it and put it beneath the seat. Win- stanley, though as fond of waiting on himself as any man, thought the baron, remarkably averse to using the serv- ices of porters. Some one had told him that when one traveled abroad one had to do a lot of that for oneself. Probably the baron had not been long enough in this country to understand what porters were meant for in this country. “Ah, now, this is good!” exclaimed Baron Taxona, with an air of satisfac- tion, as he settled himself in the seat beside Winstanley and accepted the half of the fur rug. “A friend in want {s a real friend—is not that your "Eng- lish saying? I shall have pleasant company up the hill now, and my legs shall be saved. It was great good for- tune that sent me by this train from Southsea, instead of by one of the slow trams. “Train?” echoed Winstanley, vague- ly; “I didn’t know there had been a train from Southsea for the last hour. You surely haven’t waited all this time at Cosham Station without being able to find any one to tell you the way over the hill!” “The train was delayed,” said the baron, glibly.. This Winstanley was quicker than he had expected. He plunged into talk to prevent fur- ther questions. He admired the view as they slowly breasted the hill; he was effusive over the horse, the cart, the make of his companion’s shooting boots. Winstanley thought foreigners the most curiously gushing people he had ever been thrown with, He would rather have had his own anticipations of the day for company than this chat- toring little ass at his side. The indi- THE Captain’s Double | By LILLIAS CAMPBELL DAVIDSON vidual so unflatteringly classed was apparently quite unconscious of the opinion he aroused. He talked on, growing more and more friendly and personal with every yard of the way. By the time they had reached the first tea garden he had asked his compan- ion how he liked his billet as aide-de- camp. Before they had passed the little inn that crowns the height he had begun to bring the conversation: round to the general’s intimate af- fairs. . “What a fine man, the general! A real type of the English officer; and so much of a soldier! Also very clev- er, or so they say.” Winstanley as- sented; it was slightly quaint to praise his chief to him in such open terms, but no doubt the little chap meant well. “He’s one of the best,”.he said, cordially; “one of the very best. Any- body will tell you so.” The baron gathered encouragement. “And apart from his own work, a man of science, an inventor, or they do not speak the truth. He has discov- ered many new things, is it not so, ané invented them as well?” His. sharp glance was on Winstan- ley’s face, but it did not move a mus- cle. Winstanley only flicked his whip gently over the horse’s back. “Why, yes; I believe so,” he responded, with perfect gravity. “He has discovered a new method of growing wallflowers, and he has invented a very good tooth powder—I use it habitually myself. Capital in its effectsp you know, and not beastly to taste, es such a lot of them are.” He wondered, by the way, if the baron did know from personal experience. “Ah, and another powder, too, if what one ‘hears is so?” The baron made his tone a little arch—the friend- ly, jocular tone that invites confi- dence, but does not awaken suspicion by too much eagerness “A powder that will clean more than teeta and be even more capital in its effects than the one of which you speak?” If Sig- nor X— could have been present in the spirit and have heard how his first envoy opened his embassy, he would have set a final mark against his name. He smirked up into the frank, straightforward face above him with a confidential smile. That face was suddenly as blank as the brick wall they were driving past. “Really, f can't say,” was Winstanley’s cold and repressive answer. “There lies Nut- field, over beyond that pelt of wood yonder.” He pointed into the distance with his whip. “Ah, you cannot say? That is wise —it shows cauticn—you do not speak of secrets to the world. But I like you none the worse for that; it is the sign of common sense.” i “Confound the little donkey, is he giving me his approbation?” asked Winstanley of himself, with some.as- perity. He considered him an inquis- ilive end half-bred Jittle foreigner, with a-desire to poke his ferret nose into what concerned him not in the least. “Now I suppose,” went on the una- bashed baron, “that very good sense of yours puts you into the best place. To a man so discreet, so sensible, nothing will be too deep to be entrust- ed; he will share all the secrets of the superior for whom he work.s What a position! What a place of confidence! To share secrets of the state and the government! It is something to make a man proud!” “J qssure you”—Winstanley’s cool protest came like a dash of water upon the fervor of the baron’s enthu- siastic speech—‘that you altogether overrate my importance ‘n all re- spects. An aide-de-campt to the com- mandant here has plenty of social work to do, but he does not pose as prime minister to his chief. as you sexm to imagine. That’s a pretty peep to the left, if you care for English win- ter scenery. I dare say, if you're not used to it, that it may not have the charm for you that it possesses for us.” “The dickens keep him! He is as close as a sealed jar,” said the baron, wrathfully, to himself. “These Eng- lish are like serpents; they are so cold of blood. Eh, well; we shall see what the comradeship of sport together will do, and after that the after-dinner talking. He will give me what I want before I am done with him; I am not going to be foiled.” All at once he saw the, man by his siae flush faintly under the iingering brown of last summer's sun and wind. His eyes lit up with a quick light, the light that, seen in the eyes of a man or ‘woman, means but one thing. It is the light that, once seen, is never for- gotten, never mistaken while life lasts, The baron turned his head rapidly to see what brought it to the look of the man he had set himself to betray, and he had not far to ses* for it. Through the little wood they had just entered a girl was coming down a side path toa gate. ; She was in a short skirt and gaiters, and she had some soft fur about her throat that made her fair beauty even by an elderly gentleman with a cloth cap well over his eyes. At sight of the dog cart and its occupants she waved a , and the admiral saluted. sy | aunt in the first. fairer to the sight. She was followed |. “We've come to meet you, you see, Nothing hke punctuality.” © Winstanley was out of the cart and at the side of Miss Hamilton before the baron could uncoil himself from the rug. “This is capital,” he said, with an appreciative eye on her cos- tume. hope?” “I am going to walk with you to the birchwood, and then I am to go home, out of mischief,” she said, with a laugh. “Those are my directions, and I mustn’t disobey them, under fear of being put in irons. What is the mis- chief you are all going to engage in particularly that I am not allowed to join? I think it rather hard on me to be sent back out of it if it is going to be fun.” “Ask to come with us; I’ll look after you. You shall walk with me, and bring me luck, if you will.” She shook her had, with a laugh, and glanced over her shoulder at the admiral. “There's no disobeying or- ders,” she said. “I might come if I shot, though it would:be under protest. But I don’t shoot—I should hate to kill anything.” “I’m glad you don’t shoot,” said Winstanley, gravely. It was not alone the recollection of past shoots in which he had shared with sportswomen and suffered for his sins. It was the fecl- ing that she was as different from the modern Funtress of fur and feathers as the sta: is fram ths stable lantern’s glow. He would have lost his high ideal of her if he had seen her wing a partridge or give a wounded hare its death blow. “You are coming in for lunch,” she went on. “TI will tell you your exact program. Once settled it is not to be departed from, and we settled it all at breakfast. You will shoot the rabbit- wood and the farther meadows first; then you will come in to lunch precise- ly at half-past one. After lunch you shoot the rest of the ground and land close to the house again in time for tea.” “And where are you to be mean- while?” “I? Oh, I shall be amusing myself indcors and roasting chestnuts by the drawing room fire till you all come in to eat them.” (To Be Continued.) “You are coming with us, I HIS NAME WAS GEORGE. Sleeping Car Adventure of an Old Lady From Montpelior. Several yeads ago an elderly lady, Miss Armistead, from near Montpelier, Vt., had occasion to go to Boston with her niece, a young lady named Kitty. They traveled on the night train, but were unable to secure berths in the same sleeper, Miss Kitty having to take one in the second car and the In the morning, when about half an hour distant from Boston Miss Armi- stead entered the second car to awak- en Miss Kitty. She found the number, en upper berth, and, putting her hand through the curtain, shook the occu- pant, calling, “Kitty! Kitty! It’s time to get up. Kitty! Kitty!” A bald head with bushy whiskers around the face pushed itself through the opening of the curtain and said: “Excuse me, but my name is George!” The ola lady gave a horrified scream and beat 2 hasty retreat. She had mis- taken the number of the berth. A Hartford Editor’s Dream. Will there come a time when the whole American people will unite in support of some one man for the pres: idency, no other candidate being pro- posed or thought of? It may be so. We wish it might come about in 1908. Should such a situation arise, the platform on which the American peo- ple will stand, all together—not a kicker among them—will naturally be very short and simple. Indeed, it may consist of less than half a line of the narrowest column of the smallest newspaper in the land. Here it is: “Give us a rest.” Found His Weak Spot. “In your fortieth year,” said the palmist, “you will encounter a great peril.” “Guess not,” said the man who was consulting her. “I’m already fifty-six.” “Well,” she rejoined, not in the least disconcerted, “all I have to say to that is that the lines in your hand contradict those in your face.” Whereupon he gave her double the usual) fee and went out highly pleased with himself. Man of Regular Habits. Medical Adviser—Jaggins, you are not following my directions. I told you three weeks ago to begin tapering Jaggins—Well, that’s what I’m do-! off by taking a drink every other day.! ing, doctor. I don’t take a drop on Mondays. I drink only on the other; days. % Possible Explanation. “Why is it,” queried the American globe trotter, “that our American girl: are so much more attractive to foreign: : ers with titles than you English girls?” | “I don’t know,” snapped the English beauty, “unless it is because they have more money than sense.” Paul Kruger’s Hat. In ordering a statue of her husband to be made with a top hat, Mrs. Paul swift hand. “There you are!” called |. out the admiral—so self-evident a re- mark that no one contradicted it. “The one great mission of the honey-bee is fructification; the honey she may store is to interest us in her propagation.” Up-to-date horticultrists have known for years that the presence of bees among toe blossoms means an in- crease in quantity and quality of fruit. In some sections there has been ob- jection raised to bees by fruit-growers who declared that they were stinging the fruit. Those who have made a, study of bees know full well that the bee has no implement with whica to open a sound specimen of fruit. The hornet and wasp, both of which have sharp jaws with which to tear old bark from trees and kindred substances with which they build their nests, will fre- quently bite a grape, a pear, or a peach; and because a honey-bee is seen sipping the juice that runs, some fruit-growers have declared them enemies when the reverse is the case. One has but to watch the busy fel- lows as they work from blossom to blossom, to see that, in pollenizing fruit, they are the greatest of bene- factors. Take, for instatice, an apple- blossom. We find in it the stamens with their corresponding anthers, While it is true that the winds will, in @ measure, carry the pollen from the anthers to the stamens, yet at best it is imperfectly done. The body of a honey-bee is covered with a heavy down that plays a very important part in this respect. Of course, the bee unconsciously does its work of fertilizing blossoms, its prime object being to secure the nectar se- ereted in the corolla; but as it buries itself deep in the blossom it carries on its downy body the fertilizing pol- len, which is transmitted to the sta- mens. Jean Ingelow noted the little fel- lows coated with pollen, and wrote: Oh, velvet bee! you're a dusty fellow; You've powdered your legs with gold. According to Gleanings in Bee Cul- ture no state, perhaps, produces more apples and grapes than does New York, and perhaps in no other state is bee-keeping carried on so extensive- ly. The connection between the two, therefore, is manifest. I remember reading of a section of California where cherries were pro- duced in enormous quantities, and in- cidentally bees were kept by some who were not engaged in the produc- es CT eS Oe A A A HIVE PLACED WITH ENTRANCE IN- SIDE OF GREENHOUSE. tion-of fruit. For some reason a quarrel arose between the bee-keep- ers and the cherry-growers, who claimed the bees were stinging the fruit, with the result that the bees were shipped away. In'a few months the-cherry crop began to dwindle, and almost fail; and when the growers met together to consider the cause it was found that, with the sending away of the bees, the crop had begun to fail. There happened to be one or two wise heads in the convention, who surmised the cause; and as an experi- ment the bees were brought back, with the result that the crop went back to its former proportions, thus showing the close relation between bees and fruit. : What is true of fruit-blossoms is atso true of many others, chief of which is the cucumber. There are two distinct ‘kinds of blossoms upon @ cucumber vine—the male and fe- male; and in order to get the fruit the ‘pollen must be carried -from the male How a Thrifty German Gets Cucumbers Out of Season and Makes Money. CAUGHT IN THE ACT. (Cucumber Blossom with a Bus y Bee Scattering Pollen Upon It.) wild in old trees, will fully accom- plish ‘the purpose. When it comes, however, to raising early cucumbers in a hothouse, when the vines» will be blossoming before the bees are aflight, one is confronted by a serious proposition. si Mr. J. F. Becker, of Morganville, N. J., found that, if he could get a crop of cucumbers grown in hothouses so as to get them to market before those grown out in the field should arrive, he would be able to command a splendid price for them, After care- ful thought he determined to try the experiment of placing a hive of bees in each hothouse to see if they would pollenize the vines. Hives with strong colonies were brought, and placed in each end of each house so that the bees could fly out into the house from one hive-entrance or out of doors as they preferred. The writer visited the hothouse during April, when the blossoms covered the vines, and the noise of the bees could be dis- tinctly heard as they went from flower to flower. So thoroughly did the little bees do the work required, that, with few exceptions, healthy cucumbers formed at each femiale blossom. The crop that followed was enor- mous both as to size and quality, some specimens being a foot long, and as much as three inches in diameter. Not only were the cucumbers fine in ap- pearance, but especially luscious were they for eating. So thoroughly did Mr. Becker succeed that he deter- mined to go in on a larger scale, un- til now he has eight hothouses ‘about 300 feet long by 50 feet deep, all steam-heated, with a force of about 15 men to manage them, all growing cu- cumbers. Lettuce is raised in the houses from October to March, the cucumber-vines not being set out until about the mid- dle of March. The vines are started in hotbeds in the houses, and when set out in the houses they are in most cases two or three feet in length, with buds just starting. Heavy steel wire is stretched on poles, and forms a support for the growing vines that fairly fill the house as, year after year, they produce sev- eral hundred barrels of cucumbers, and that at a time when the prices they command are big. There is, however, a pathetic side to the case; and that is, the loss of the bees. After the little fellows fly about the house from blossom to blossom they fail in most cases to find their hives, and hundreds of them can be seen bobbing against the glass roof of the house, trying to get outside. It doesn’t take much of this to put them out of business, and so we find hundreds of dead bees on the floor which could not get to their homes. This being the case, Mr. Becker is compelled to buy new hives each year for his houses; but as this is merely a matter of a few dollars’ output for a return of many hundreds of dollars, the item is looked upon as one of necessary expense. Thus year after year this shrewd old German makes the bees help him pro- duce early cucumbers which, without their help, would be impossible. It is, therefore, very evident that all who grow fruits and certain vegetables should be sure that there are bees enough in the neighborhood to insure the proper fertilization of the blos- soms. The United States has no monopoly The sow pictured on swine growing. ;| Dr. Hartung j wouldn’t get it, Hattie,” IF IN DOUBT The Honey Bee in Hot | Read Following : House Gardening aul _ At a hearing before the Committee on Public Health, of the Massa- chusetts Legislature, on a bill de- signed to prevent this wholesale dosing of the public, the following eminent Boston physicians testified against the healthfulness of Rochelle Salts, and strongly recom- mended the passage of a law which would prohibit the sale of baking powders which left this dangerous drug in food. Dr. F. B. Foster Dr. C. O. Kepler Dr. G. M. Palmer Calumet Baking Powder leaves the food free from Rochelle Salts, Alum or any injurious sub- stance. Therefore, recommended by leading physicians and chemists. USED IN MILLIONS OF HOMES. Making Them Drowsy. Did you hear about Fistem? He has given up pugilism and gone on the stage. You don’t say. How is he making out? Well, he is doing the same as he did in the ring—putting people to sleep. Schools Compared. Being dissatisfied with the results obtained at other schools, I enrolled at the Aaker’s Business College, Fargo, N. D., and to say “I am pleased with the results” is expressing it mildly. After comparing the Aaaker’s Busi- ness College with other schools, I think I can truthfully say it is the best in the Northwest. Respectfully, GUY A. LERMON. Starbuck, Minn., 3-23-06. Send for free Catalogue. Knew What He Wanted. Wedderly—If there is a woman in this town who is a better cook than my wife I'd like to meet her. Singleton—Your wife is an expert, eh? Wedderly—Expert nothing! Didn't I just tell you I was anxious to meet a better cook? —_——_—_——. STATE OF OHIO, CITY OF TOLEDO, | gg UOAS COUNTY. f Franx J. CHENEY makes oath that he ts senior artner of the firm of F. J. 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At the close of the exercises her friends crowded about her to offer congratulations. “Weren't you awfully afraid you asked one, “when there were so many contest- ants?” “Oh, no,” cheerily exclaimed Hattie, “because I knew that when it came to English composition I had ’em all skinned alive!” In the Wedding Month. Bishop Olmsted of Colorado was talking at a dinner party in Denver about June weddings. “June is a lovely month,” he said, “and that it should be the month of all months for weddings is a fact easily understood. “I was amused by the remark a jew- eler made the other day. “The jeweler said that at this sea- son it is a very common thing to see |a well dressed, handsome, intelligent ‘looking young man come into his shop and say, in a painfully nervous way: “Um, ah, er—er—ah, er-ha, um—’ “In this contingency the jeweler simply calls to his clerk: “‘Get out that tray of engagement rings, Jackson.) ” LANNY A PROFIT MAKING ENGLISH SOW. above is an English product known at “middle white,” and is owned by Sir Gilbert Greenall. This animal was en tered in many British fairs the pas season, when she scored several first