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CHAPTER VIII—(Continued. There were not many letters, and he turned them over with great eag- erness. The last in the pile was for Marion, and bore the Exeter post- mark. It was no doubt the letter re- ferred to in yesterday’s telegram. But there was no letter in her hand- writing. “It’s very strange,” he said to him- self, as he turned over the pile a sec- ond time. “I felt confident she would write. Perhaps she was so stunned at the news that she forgot all about us. I wonder if this morning she will turn her face toward Mawgan Chase?” He had quite recovered his equa- nimity—outwardly, at any rate—by the time his mother and Esther came pakfast, face expressed acute anx- when she learned there was no letter from Marion. “It’s very strange, Clem; don’t you think so?” she questioned. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, indif- ferently. “Many things may have pre- vented her writing.” “Surely she might have dropped us a post card to say she had arrived safely.” “She may not have thought of it,” and he went on with his breakfast. During the rest of the day he play- ed his part with considerable success. Outwardly he appeared quite uncon- cerned. He avoided as far as possible all mention of Marion’s name, and emed for once to be supremely busy. s careful, however, not to go f 1 the house, and he kept tch on the road along which aph boy would come. He realized himself how anxious The part he had chosen to ame more and more difficult the day wore on. The light faded early and the sky became laden with rain clouds. He wanted an excuse to drive to the sta- tion. He thought it possible Marion might come down by the,6 train, and he would like to be at the station to meet her. He had not courage, how- ever to make the proposal. He had made a pretense of unconoern all day, | and it would not do to begin to show anxiety now. He retired to the library when it grew dark, and tried to forget his anx- iety in a book, but it proved a fruit- Jess endeavor. Every splash of rain on the window pane startled him, while the moaning of the wind in the trees got upon his nerves. At 7 o’clock Bilkey’s van would pass on its way from the station to St. Chloe. It would be a long, cold ride for her, and if there were no other pe it would be very lonely. Perhaps she would not mind. There would be warmth and welcome when she reached Mawgan Chase. How thankful he would be to look into her eyes again. He began to feel a little alarmed at his own anxiety. What did it mean? Ww he beginning to yield at the first assault? He made an attempt to analyze his emotions. Why this anxious watching of the clock—this dread lest Bilkey should pass empty-handed? Would he have becn so anxious hfd he been expecting any one else? Would the going or coming of any other person leave such a blank or fill him with such ecstasy? He began to pace up and down the room after awhile; he felt so restless that he could no longer sit still. He might be in doubt as to the cause of his anxiety, but that he was anxious— unreasonably anxious—there could be no doubt whatever. Esther and his mother kept out of his way, for which he was sincerely thankful, for if either of them came near him they would be bound ‘to see how perturbed he was. As the hands of the clock neared the hour of 7 he began to listen in- “The Shadow Between” == BY==—— SILAS K. HOCKING. upstairs to his own room. It was time to dress for dinner, but he could not eat? How could he be cheerful when his heart felt like lead? How keep up the pretense of indifference before his mother and sister? He scarcely slept all that night. The moaning of the wind and the beating of the rain got upon his nerves. He kept fancying that he heard Marion’s voice calling him out of the darkness. It was in vain that he reasoned with himself, in vain that he got angry. It might be quite true that Marion West had no claim upon him, and that she was quite able to look after her- self. It might be quite true that he and his had done for her all that could be expected, and that for her to look for any further favors would be an im- pertinence. Yet through all the night her voice never seemed to be out of his ears, and when he got up in the morning ge felt'as tired and exhausted as though he had returned from a long journey. CHAPTER IX. A Search and Its Sequel. Three days passed away and not a solitary word was received from Mari- on West. Esther showed signs of acute anxiety and disappointment. Clement became irritable and restless, and manifested a strong disinclination for food. He was passing through an experience that troubled him a good deal. His philosophy was breaking down. His heart was getting the bet- ter of his judgment. He argued that there was no reason on earth why he should worry a single moment over Marion West; that at best she was only a chance acquaint- ance—a girl without name or family; that as humane and Christian people they had cone all that could be expect- ed of them; and that it was hardly likely, in the natural order of things, that she would cross their path again. He argued also that he had done with women—that he had proved by painful and humiliating experience that they, were not to be trusted; that the old adage, “Once bitten, twice shy,” was particularly applicable in his case; and that if he allowed him- self to be captivated by a girl in her teens after what he had _ passed through he deserved to be locked up in a lunatic asylum. Also he made mental vows that he would not allow himself to be capti- vated—that he would be master of himself at all costs; that he would cease to worry about Marion West and forget her. All this as a mental and even a moral exercise seemed admirable enough. Unfortunately, the results were not commensurate with the ef- fort. His arguments remained with- out a flaw, but his heart refused to obey. On the fourth day he discovered that he had business that would take him to Plymouth, possibly to Bristol, and that he might have to be away two or three days. Esther looked surprised. His mother was glad that the committees of the county council found him something to do. It had long been evident to her that he lack- ed sufficient employment, and she had begun to fear that she had made a mistake in insisting that he should live the life of a country gentleman. He'was of too active a temperament to vegetate successfully in such a place as St. Chloe. He was spoiling for lack of use, growing hard and bit- ter and cynical when he ought to be bright and hopeful and optimistic. He left by the earliest available train, and was in a somewhat dolorous mood. He was conscious of a certain tently for the sound. of Bilkey’s van, moral deterioration which did not Every few minutes the wind dropped down in silence, and in the lulls any vehicle «passing along the road could be distinctly heard. He hurried out into the hall at length with an eager light in his eyes. Bilkey’s van was coming down the hill. Pulling open the outer door, he stood bareheaded in the porch ani waited. His heart was beating wildly, his nerves seemed strung up to ther highest point of tension. Every now and then a splash cf rain struck his face and the wind tossed his hair about in all directioas; but he appeared to be quite uncon- scious of both wind and rain. He could see the flickering of the solitary lamp carried in front of the van; he could hear Bilkey’s voice as ne en- couraged the horses. They came down the hill at a rattling pace. Now they were passing his grounds; they would pull up directly at his gate. Surely Marion would be in the van, and he would be the first to give her wel- come. He hurried down the drive in spite of the rain. The van went rattling past. He reached the gate; the van was disappearing round a berdd in the road. He leaned against the post and breathed hard, After a few moments he returned tend to improve his spirits. He | would have been happier if he had had the courage to take his mother and Esther into’his confidence. But after the role he had chosen to play he could not bring himself to the con- fession that he was consumed with anxiety to discover what had become of Marion West. He reached Exeter about noon, and, jumping into a cab, drove at once to the address of the late Mr. Mayhew. He expected to find a private residence, instead of which he found a suite of offices. Mr. Pinder, commission agent, was now in possession. He had succeeded Mr. Mayhew, for whom he had been for a considerable time managing clerk. Mr. Pinder was pleasant and, up to a point, communicative. Miss West had called earlier in the week. He was sorry she had traveled so far to no purpose. She ought to have writ- ten earlier. What had become of her he did not know. She had seemed a little upset, but was by no means overwhelmed at the news of Mr. May- hew’s death. She had asked a great many questions, and had intimated her intention of instituting inquiries in other directions. She might still be in the city, but he thought it was scarcely probable. Up to this point Mr. Pinder was quite ready to give in- slowly to the house and made his way formation, but when Clement began to make inquiries as to“the past his. tory of Mr. Mayhew, Mr. Pinder smiled and looked blank. Wither he ‘knew notifing or hé was not to be drawn. Clement spent half an hour in Mr. Pinder’s company, and then went out into the street feeling,more miserable and perplexed than ever. He tried to put himself in Marion’s place. A young girl in a foreign country, with- out friends, without credentials, and with very limited means—what would she be likely to do under such circum- stances? Where would she be likely to go? Mr. Pinder had spoken of her in- stituting inquiries in other directions. But what had she to inquire into? What information did she expect to gain? Any one in a-more hopeless po- sition he could not conceive. He stood for several moments look- ing along the street, wondering what he should do next. The common sense course seemed to be to go back’ to the station and take the first train home. He had gained nothing by coming to Exeter; as far as he could see he would gain nothing ‘by remain- ing. 2 He looked at his watch. It was a little past 1 o’clock, and he had had nothing to eat since a very early breakfast. 7 A policeman loitered toward him. “Is there a good hotel near here?” Clement inquired. “Yes, sir. In the very next street, sir. The best in the city.” “Thanks.” “First turn to the left and 500 yards down on the right-hand side.” Clement hurried away in the direc- tion indicated, and ten minutes later was sitting down to a substantial lunch. He was still undecided what to do. To return by the next train would reveal a sad lack of enterprise. He had come with the express object of finding the whereabouts of Marion West, and it would be cowardly to give up the first failure. Exeter was not a very big place. Most of the people crowded into a few streets, and he ought to have no difficulty in tracking her down sooner or later. He might begin with the hotels and boarding houses. Perhaps the news- papers supplied visitors’ lists. He had not got to the end of all things yet. He ate his lunch with a good ap- petite and began to feel a little more cheerful. “T'll have a cup of coffee in the lounge,” he said to the waiter, and he went out and lighted a cigar. There were about twenty people in the din- ingroom, half of whom were ladies. He scarcely noticed them as he passed out; his thoughts were intent on other things. But while he was stirring his coffee he reflected’ that this would be a lIfkely place for Ma, rion to visit, as it was clearly well patronized by ladies. At the far end of the lounge was the drawing room, the door of which stood ajar. chat with their male friends while They |: the latter snioked. Only one lady, so far as he could ascertain, had sought the seclusion of the drawing room. When he had finished his cigar he rose from his wicker chair and saun- tered down the lounge. Pushing the drawing room door a little farther open he looked in. There was a sudden movement, a little exclamation of surprise, and Ma- rion West, flushed and _ trembling, stood before him. “You here!” she exclaimed. “Oh, it is good to see a familiar face.” The light of a great gladness came into his eyes. Even if he found Ma- rion he scarcely dared hope for such a welcome. “I came on purpose to find you,” he said, making a strong effort to keep his voice steady. “Why have you never written to us?” “Oh, I don’t know. Don’t ask me, please. It seems very ungrateful, I know, but I have been at my wits’ end. And I could not tresp&ss farther on your generosity.” (To Be Continued.) An Unstable Laboring Class. The prospector of the mountains and the cowboy of the piains are each a sort of Bedouin, with no permanent abiding place—here to-day, there to- morrow—usually with a long story of experiences in different places—going to Alaska and coming back, rushing to new mining camps, trying new ranches, but always moving. Indeed, the laboring class of the West, as a whole, is as unstable as water, with the very microbe of travel in its: blood. I talked with a carpenter in Tacoma, a man of family, too. who had worked in every important city on the Pacific coast, and was then planning to go to Butte City, where he had heard that wages were specially high. —Century Magazine. 3 The Value of a Smile. A pretty smile may make on#’s fortune. Few women realize the value of a smile. Most! smiles are useless: The smile that counts is one that charms men, and that will secure fay- ors here and service there, and go twice as far as a tip or a command. This smile has radiance, is produced by the eyes as well as by the lips, and, above all, is never mechanical.— Strand Magazine. aa Sead Raye 24 A French View of the English Stage. London theaters are the finest in the world; the actors are always in- teresting, because they have a per- sonality; the scenery is generally wonderful. But the plays! With a few exceptions they may be styled “for young ladies, family literature, excellent for the digestion.” -_ Fortunate is the husband of a wo man who is a womanly woman. THE CULTIVATION OF THE SMALL GRAIN Rolling and Harrowing at Yield.—By E. G. Montgomery, B. Sc., Nebraska. The value of cultivation for hoed crops has so long been recognized that no one knows when the advantage was first discovered, and it is alto- gether reasonable to suppose that had the cultivation of small grain a corre- sponding advantage the discovery would have been made early. How- ever, the fact that the cultivation of small grain is certain to yield less striking results than the cultivation of hoed crops does not prevent it from paying returns to the farmer. Farm- ing has so prospered that land is as valuable as the time of horses and men. In other words, it may be as profitable to add three or four bush- els to the yield per acre by careful cultivation as to buy more land for the growing of extra grain. What painstaking culture can do for small grain on farms, the Nebraska station during the last eight years has been attempting to determine. Cultivation of broad-casted wheat resulted in an average loss of almost three bushels per acre, while culti- vating drilled wheat resulted in a loss of only one-half bushel per acre. Roll- ing the wheat, however, has never failed to give an increased yield, the Right Time Give Increased than normal rainfall, positive damage is done by cultivating either oats or wheat. When there is sufficient mois- ture to mature a heavy crop of grain, it is certainly unwise to destroy plants with harrow or pulverizer. On the other hand, when precipitation before seeding has been meager and dry weather follows, cultivation of both broad-casted and drilled grain results well. Under very dry conditions, it is advantageous even to drill far apart, say 12 inches, and to cultivate as thor- oughly as the wide drilling permits. The success of tillage in the few ex- periments conducted at the North Da- kota station and its failure at the more humid Minnesota station are in harmony with’ the results at Ne braska. The advantage of cultivation for conserving soil moisture was long ago shown in its effect upon corn, po- tatoes and other hoed crops. That a light earth much is a benefit to a growing crop in dry weather is no longer a theory, but a well-established fact. That a light earth mulch, could it be maintained in a very dry sea- son up to the time when the grain itself effectually shades the ground, Cultivating Wheat with a Harrow. average increase being 5.1 bushels per acre. The rolling was given early in the spring, soon after frost was out, and about the time growth started. Cultivation after the rolling was not as good as rolling alone. The fact that wheat sown broadcast has given as good results as wheat, sown with a press drill may occasion some surprise. The principal advan- tages of drilling are that the seed is pressed down firmly into the moist soil, thus securing a better and more uniform germination. Also | drilled wheat seems to withstand winter-kill- ing somewhat better. However, for the above experiment the land was plowed early, at least six weeks before seeding time. Between plowing and seeding time the land is always worked several times with a disk and smoothing harrow, so that when the wheat is put in, the soil is thoroughly repacked and moist. Where the seed bed is perfect and there is no lack of moisture and the winters are not se- vere, drilling has little advantage over broadcast sowing. But where the plowing is late so that the soil is Joose and dry, or the winters are se- vere, there is no question that drilling wheat is the better method. It should not be assumed from the above data that the cultivation of win- ter wheat would not be of value in drier regions. Cultivation is for the purpose of conserving moisture, but in the years for which the above data were taken on wheat there was no Jack of rain. One point brought out clearly by the seven seasons of experiment with joats and wheat is that the same treat- ment does not insure the same results each year. On years of much more WOOD PRESERVING During the coming year the govern- ment will extend its experiments in wood preservation to cover an en- tirely new field—the work of treating: greenhouse timbers. Decay takes place very rapidly un- der the conditions of high humidity ticultural buildings. The timber at present employed in the construction of such buildings consists for the most would be of great benefit to the crop, is not to be doubted. The difficulty is in maintaining that mulch. The ex- periments with the 18-inch and 24. inch drills at the Nebraska experi- ment station, as well as similar inter- tillage experiments at the Montana and Wyoming stations, show that small grain is not profitably grown in drills far enough apart to permit of convenient intertillage. Wide range tillage, therefore, needs to be resorted to; and so far the most effective cul- tivators devised for the work are the weeder and harrow. These imple ments, while forming a useful mulch and letting in the air, tear out grain which in wet or normal seasons should all yield. The loss of grain plants in these seasons overbalances the good arising from cultivation. It is only in dry seasons—when not all of the grain plants can grow and pro- duce heavily—that the tearing out of plants is a small matter compared with the good done by the cultivation in conserving moisture. Early spring rolling of winter grain, pressing the earth as it does about the plant roots that have been partly heaved out by the frost or otherwise exposed, produces good results. Roll ing the ground may be said to furnish a new reason for spring cultivation. However, if the ground is not wet at the time of rolling—and it should never be wet then—a light rolling aids in no small degree to form a sur- face mulch. It does this rather than compact the surface, and in this man- ner facilitates evaporation. In no ex- periment did cultivation after the rolling increase the yield of grain, but in years of normal or more than nor- mal rainfall it decreased the yield. The investigations in wood preserva tion by the use of creosote, which is nothing more than the dead oil of coal tar and of zine chlorid, is considered of such importance by the government that one branch of a bureau in the United States department of agricul ture—the “Office of Wood Preserva: tion” in the forest service—is given over entirely to the work of experi. always found in greenhouses and hor-| ments in co-operation with railroad companies, mining corporations and individuals who desire to prolong the life of the timber which they use. Ad. part of the naturally durable and rela-| vice and practical assistance are fur- tively expensive kinds, such as select/ nished all who request it of the for- cypress and white pine. By a preser-| ester at Washington. vation treatment other cheaper and less durable species can probably be successfully substituted for them, and this can be done at a low cost. Butter. — Speaking of whether butter should be worked once or twice, one writer says: The object Working In the treatment of greenhouse tim-}of working butter is to get the salt bers several problems must be solved. For instance, it is desirable that the wood used in greenhouse construction is painted white in order that. it will reflect as much light as possible. Con- sequently, a preservative must be used | which will allow the treated timbers ,to hold a coat of white paint. Again, no preservative can be used which ; will in any degree affect the growing plants. It is probable, however, that these difficulties can be overcome, and the pletion of the investigation will be watched with interest. evenly distributed and to expel a por- tion of the brine. When it is worked but once, the butter maker thinks he has worked the butter enough and packs it immediately. There is, at that time, no way to tell whether the salt has been evenly distributed or not. A few hours afterwards he should draw out some of the butter with a trier, or cut it with a ladle, and if he finds its mottled, which will seriously affect the selling price, he may know the cause is unequal salting. When churning again he should work the butter twice. ays(A SURGICAL OPERATION If there is any one thing that a woman dreads more than another it is a surgical operation. We can state without fear of a contradiction that there are hun- dreds, yes, thousands, of operations performed upon women in our hos- pitals which are entirely unneces- sary and many have been avoided by LYDIA E. PINKHAM’S VEGETABLE COMPOUND For pees of this statement read the following letters. Mrs. Barbara Base, of Kingman, Kansas, writes to Mrs. Pinkham: “For eight years I suffered from the most severe form of female troubles and was told that an operation was my only hope of recovery. I wrote Mrs. Pinkham for advice, and took Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, and it has saved my life and made me a well woman.” Mrs. Arthur R. House, of Church Road, Moorestown. N. J., writes : “I feel it is my duty to let people know what Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege- table Compound has done for me. I suffered from female troubles, and last March my physician decided that an operation was necessary. My husband objected, and urged me to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, and to-day I am well and strong.” FACTS FOR SICK WOMEN. For thirty years Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound, made from roots and herbs, has been the standard remedy for female ills, and has positively cured thousands of women who have been troubled with displacements, inflammation, ulcera- tion, fibroid tumors, irregularities, periodic pains, and backache. Mrs. Pinkham invites all sick women to write her for advice. She_ has Cee thousands te health. Address, Lynn, Mass. In Their Line. “What are you reading?” “A story for farmers.” “Oh, a cereal story.” ORIGIN OF LOWESTOFT CHINA. Story of a Manufactory of Which the Products Are Now Highly Prized. At the end of the North Parade, Lowestoft, is the Warren house—a place of great interest to connoisseurs of china. It was here in the eighteenth century that a discovery of fine clay was made which eventually led to Lowestoft manufacturing the china which is now so rare that it is almost priceless, Initial experiments, made by Hew- lin Luson, Esq., of Gunton park, near Lowestoft, with some fine clay dis- covered accidentally on his estate, re- sulted in complete success, and ulti- mately led to the opening of a factory at Lowestoft in 1756 for the manufac- ture of fine earthenware and porcelain “soft paste.” In 1775 a finely glazed and deco- rated “hard paste” was introduced, the efficiency and beauty of which be- tokened a brilliant success for the proprietors. Contemporary evidence indisputably shows that from 1770 to 1800 the Lowestoft works were at the zenith of their fame. Owing, however, to the enormous expenses and diffi- culty incurred in procuring china clay from Cornwall and elsewhere (after the original clay was exhausted), and the rapidly increasing competition of other makers, its prosperity waned, the collapse came and the works were closed in 1803. HEALTH AND INCOME Both Kept Up on Scientific Food. Good sturdy health helps one a lot to make money. With the loss of health one’s income is liable to shrink, if not entirely dwindle away. When a young lady has to make her own living, good health is her best asset. “T am alone in the world,” writes a Chicago girl, “dependent on my own efforts for my living. I am a clerk, and about two years ago through close ap- plication to werk and a_ boarding house diet, I became a nervous in- valid, and got so bad off it was almost impossible for me to stay in the office a half day at a time. “A friend suggested to me the idea of trying Grape-Nuts, which I did, making this food a large part of at least two meals a day. “Today I am free from brain-tire, dyspepsia, and all the ills of an overworked and improperly nourished brain and body. To Grape-Nuts I owe the recovery of my health, and the ability to retain my position and in- come.” “There’s a Reason.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle | Creak, Mich. Read “The Road to Well- ville,” in pkgs. Everread the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest.