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every limb, in the Very poise of the shapely head on the slender neck, upright as a column. Her hair was dank; I had almost written black, {but remembered that the scientific men have deCIared that there is no black hair. Her eyes were large, llustrous, and, unlike a gypsy’s, soft and melting. with the softness of the stag, not, that of the ox. 'Beauty is not uncommon among lhe gypsies. but. this girl’s loveliness was of a. striking and exquisite orâ€" flier, 1.11 dress there was little to disâ€" itinguish her from the other women of her tribe, with the exception that 1118 frock of brown Wolsey was clean and without rent, or, indeed, darn. and that she wore no gold rings in .her ears or on her fingers, as did the rest. But the. dress was well-made and well-fitting, and she seemed to wear it, and the shawl with that inâ€" flescribable air of ease and grace which is born with some Women, and can neverâ€"no neverâ€"be acquired. ‘That' she wore a better dress and wore it with exceptional grace might be ascribed to the fact that she was She was about. the middlé height, but slim and wellâ€"built; there was youth and strength and heahh in Just outside this ring around the fire a young girl leaned against the side of the caravan. She was supâ€" posed to be partaking of' the meal with the rest of the company; but. she was not eating, and the dark eyes, half veiled by the long black lashes, had a. dreamy and farâ€"awziy expressmn. Nut-brown children sat on the steps of the caravans, or played about the horses’ heels with impunâ€" ity, and in the centre of the colony, so to speak, was gathered, around a. kettle suspended over a fire, a. group of gypsies were eating their afternoon meal as placidly as if they had pitched their tent on some syl- van island. A little apart from the rest were half a. dozen gypsy caravans. No fair would be complete without gypsies, and they were at Cumberâ€" leigh in full force. Every now and then a darkâ€"skinned, blackâ€"haired lass, with the usual crimson shawl, draped hood fashion over her lus- trous head would glide in and about .the crowd with that easy and grace- ful gait which these strange people have inherited from the days “when Pharaoh was king over Egypt," and whisper, "Let me tell your fortune, kind gentleman. Cross the Gypsy’s hand with silver, pretty lady!” There was every kind of Show. The {at woman was here, in comâ€" pany with the giant and the dwarf and the living skelton. The spotted nobleman was a. great attraction, and the Wild and of the woods roarâ€" ed and yelled invitingly through the bars of his cage. The row was awful and indescrib- able. From one side came the yells 01‘ the showmen (lescanting on the merits of their particular shows, and imploring the people to "Walk up!” From another there came the dull, heavy roar of a lion in the monog- erie; While from many, too many, drinking booths snatches of tipsy choruses floated out and mingled with the general din. Merry-go- l'ounds and swings revolved and swung to the melodious strains of steam organs. Every showman had a drum, and seemed to be trying to knock the head in. A couple of brass bands played unceasinglyv. Children blew innumerable tin trum- pets, and the ingenious gentleman with the three thimbles and a pen shouted hoarse exhortations to the crowd to come and win their for- tunes. married three weeks come Fair- iime,” and so on; just as the Ita- lian reckons from some grand festi- val, or the Spaniard counts from some famous bun-fight. It was the third and the last day, and the fair Was at its height. The lanes between the booths were crowded with a dense throng of pleasure-makers, men and women in their Sunday best; some of their children on their shoulders. Cumberlcigh Fair was held just outside the market, town on a, good sized common; it lasted three days, and during those three days the good talk of Cumberleigh talked, thought, ate, drunk fair. It was the one event of the year to which the coun- try peopleâ€"and the townsâ€"people tooâ€"looked fox-ward to and backâ€" ward at. They dated from it. It. was: “I bought that horse at 'Cumberleigh Fair.” "They Were At one time, in the good or the bad old times, there used to be a. fair, once a year at. least, in every town, large or small; there were several in London, for instance. But. merry England has someww or other grown a very sad and grave and serious England, and if you want to see a fair you must go far down into the country, into those remote districts where menâ€"and womenâ€"â€"have not yet grown ashamed of enjoying themselves in the open air. Cumberleigh swing. *++++%+++++¢+&+++++$+++++%+¢++++++++++++++*+ " The Gypsy’s Sacrifice 9*++$¢+++ WIN A SECRET REVEALED J‘ Mi‘M'f'i‘M+'MWWW++M‘NW+&*F¥’XW'W*M4+44% CHAPTER I. [the queen of her tribe, and perhaps g; I? I. Fair was In ~ OR' full About this time a young man entered the fair. He had been walk- ing with the steady, swinging pace of which puts the milestones behind one, across the common on the cart track which led from the high road to the park and mansion of Monk Towers, and hearing the noise and blare of the fair on the ‘slight hol- low to the left of him. he had stop- ped and looked, and listened. hesi- tated a moment, then turned 011 and entered the fair. He was a young manâ€"scarcely in- deed. as ages are reckoned nowadays, The girl made her way through the pushing, seething mass, repeating the formalâ€""Let the gypsy tell your fortune, let the gypsy tell your for- tune. Cross the gypsy's hand with silver," but she uttered it mechani- Gully, and without any desire to gain clients, and the people paid no heed. She drew the shawl around her race as she spoke, and moved toâ€" ward the crowd, and Uncle Jake looking after her until the slim fig» ure had disappeared in the throng, went, back to the fire, and let himâ€" self down on' the ground. "I’ve started her,” he said with a grin. "You don’t know how to manage her, any of you. You spoil her among you. Why shouldn't she work like the rest? Ugh! I hate idleness and loafing. Where’s that bottle gone?” She drew herself to .her full height and looked at him with a. kind of smoldering 'fire in her eyes, then they softened, and She nodded, as if ac- cepting the rcproof. “I Qas resting,” she said simply "b_\}t I'll go now." “Oh.” he said. “You’re sharp on a word, you are! It’s a pity you don’t make use of your sharpness. There’s mouths to be fed, my girl, and money to be got, and you don’t do your share, leaning up 41an that van like a wax figger." "Well, Madge,” he said in a tone that was meant for, but fell short. of, a bullying one. “Mooning and starâ€"gazing again, eh?” “’l‘Bere sire {10 Stars or moon, Unâ€" cle Jake.” she‘ _saidr quietly. "I’m not afraid of her," he said. with a kind of defiance, and setting his wideawake a, little on one side, thereby giving himself a rakish air, at once cruel and repulsive, he left the ring and appraoched the girl. She did not see him or hear him, or at any rate did not appear to do so, for a gypsy’s ears are sharp as the panther's, until he was close upon her, then she started, but not with fear, and turned her large eyes upon him questioningly. The man’s crafty eyes wavered and fell before hers. “Oh Madge,” he said with a laugh. “She's mooning as usual.” “She’s always mooning," said Jake, half fiercely, half sullenly. ‘ Why don’t she work like the rest of us?" There was a general laugh at the "us." The day on which Uncle Jazke had worked had not yet dawnâ€" e . J ake breath. The man took it, drank from it without a word, and stood silently looking at the fire; then he glanced sideways at the motionless figure of the girl, and jerked his thumb over his shoulder inquiringly. The man he addressed by the gesture looked in her direction. “Let her alone,” said a Woman, looking up from the kettle of stew she was inspecting. "Best not inâ€" terfere with her, Uncle Jake. She’s been like that, most of the day.” “Tea? Not while there's anything else going. ch, Jake?" said another, and he held up a stone bottle. Uncle Jake screwed his mouth into a. contemptuous smirk and shook his head. He stopped short as he saw the girl seemed about to speak, then turned aside and entered the ring around the fire. He walked with a peculiar gait, which was intended to conceal a slight limp, for he had once been strong and handsome. and was still vain. "Hullo, Uncle Jake!” said one of the men, looking up with the faint laugh which greets u ne'er-do-well who is half feared, half scorned. “How goes itâ€"ten?" Presently a man came around the caravan. He was a gypsy like the rest, but was dressed in a. shabby suit, which might have been the cast off of a shopâ€"man or clerk. He was a man of about fifty, with the air and expression which dissipation and excess stamps upon gentle and simple alike, and his countenance was not rendered more prepossessing by a pair of crafty eyes, and lips which wore a. smirk and a sneer by turns. the queen of her tribe, and perhaps she owed to the same fact the air of reposeful dignity which sat so Well upon her at this moment, when, as if unconscious of the surrounding turmoil, she stood lost in thought and her own dayâ€"dreams; for even a gypsy who lives in a caravan by telling fortunes may have day- dreams. emitted a snarl undei‘ his give you a nice â€"â€""And how lor boy to get a hi ‘ “Why?” Ada asked. "Philip, you are morbid. Ynu have sufl’ex‘cd; [your feeling for honor is keen; you are overâ€"sensitive. I know all; surely it, is for me to decide." "You have a noble heart. a most ‘princely nature. But. I should in- A woman to children and 3 111's wife, They had reached a, clump of olive- trees, the gnarled gray roots of which made a favorite way-side seat, and the massive trunks of which, slightly shadowed by dark foliage, looked like rudely hewn stone pil- lars. Here Philip proposed that they should sit, a. while. "For we cannot part like this,” he added. "No life must ever he mingled with mine. All my life I must be lone- ly-u “You made it easier,” he returned. “It; was hard.” She made no rejoinder, her lips were quivering. The soft deep lustre of her eyes was bent upon his avertâ€" ed head; she kept back her tears with an effort. The sun was lower now, its changing glory clothed both figures with a. rosy radiance; in the silence the low caressing murmur of the quiet sea. was heard from the beach below. "Did I help you?" she asked, in a very soft, low voice. “I think you didrpot need much helping." “'Ah! but you must, you cried; “you must help me duty as once before.” “Women: of course, have no conâ€" stancy, no depth; they can turn on the feelings expected of them at any moment,” she ansxvered, with a, kind of plaintive disdain. “No doubt it. is Very improper, but I have not. forgotten, I never shall‘." "We go to England to-morrow. How well timed this meeting is! Yet, I ought not to see you, I sup- pose; though I know that, you must have forgotten by this time anyâ€" kinderâ€"any feelingsâ€"~â€"-" “And now tell me all you Wish to tell about this sorrowful business, dear, Philip. ll'hat of poor Captain Medway? and What are you meaning to do?” "And now you are here, it is like a. sudden glimpse of heaven in the darkness, This will bea memory for life,” he replied, at last leaving hold of her hands, and turning to walk slowly on her Way with her. so that the sunset was all behind them, and the mountain spur curv- ing out round the broad bay wore a garment of glory, its bare, timeâ€" worn summit was transmuted to burning gold against the lucid sky. “But is it really your living self?" he added. "To come so suddenly, and at the very critical moment." “I wish I could comfort you now. We arrived two days before. I am with an aunt whose lungs are Weak. You knowâ€"perhaps you didn’t, know? We came home in the autumn. Father has retired. Yosgwe actually saw herâ€"how lovely she was! strol- ling in the garden. Oh! it must have been such a shock, though, of course, you knew there was no hopefl’ The sunset splendors glowed beâ€" hind her, she appeared to be descendâ€" ing toward him out of the very heart of the western glory as she had come to him first from the heart of the warâ€"storm; she came with firm, light steps over a. path of incandes- cent gold, with the accustomed proud poise of the head, her face shadowed by the contrst with the glow behind and around her, her dark eyes full of light; his face was turned to the glory whence she came, it seemed made of light, doubly transfigured by the setting sun, and the Vivid joy that flashed through him at the sweet apparir tion. In a moment he had met her, taken her hands a‘nd was standâ€" ing speechless face to face with her. Both hearts beat quickly, but there was no surprise in Ada‘s face “You did not expect to meet me?" she asked, after a little pause. “No; I never expected to meet you; but when things are bad, when the storm is at, the worst, you al- ways appear, an angel of comfort.” "A loyal friend, I hope." she reâ€" plied, gently; "the first time we were dancing, and the news of your mother’s fatal illness cameâ€"" "Yes, but. you were my comfort, even then. And nowâ€"” fW+Â¥M+M¢WW+ This young man had the kind of fac€which Blair Leighton is so fond, and justly fond, of painting. Every feature truly but delicately cut, dark eyes full of fire and life and the love of life, with brows dark and m‘ched; and hair that, closely cut as it was, broke into short ripples and waves. He was five feet eleven, broad-shoulâ€" dered and straight-limhcd, and mov- ed only as a practiced athlete can move. He was dressed in a. suit of tweed, which seemed to have grown on him, and which bore evidence of a long and dusty walk. (To be Continued.) WWWWMM~M more than a boy, and there were two things noticeable about him. First, that he was a. gentleman; and secondly, that the gods had been very good to him in the matter of good form and features. Beauty has been called the fatal gift, and yet it is the gift which most Women de- sire ior themselves and their daugh- ters, and the one gift in man which, when it is combined with strength, they admire and Worship. CHAPTER XLVII A Dying Promise you will," he me to do my newspaper CL Show you th the stage." lows: "The assault, cond‘ defended him: What dramat Sir William did not think such clock would be a Very expensive In ury. It. ought to be possible make one for about £200 ($1.000 he thought. The New York Herald has the folâ€" lowing cable despatchzâ€"The Hon. Richard Strutt, son of Lord Rey- leigh, has made a. radium clock which will go for tWo thousand years With- out winding up. In this clock a small piece of gold leaf is electrified by means of a very small quantity of radium salt. It bends away from the metal substance and keeps on‘moving under this influence until it touches the side of the vessel. At the mo- ment of Contact it. loses its electrical charge, upon WhiCh it. springs back and is electrified again. ’I‘he repeâ€" ‘tition of this process over and over again is the Whole secret, and Sir ‘William Ramsay considers it might be expected to go on, barring acci- dents, for a couple of thousand years. Asked if such an instrument could he made a reliable timekeeper by which a business man could keep his appointments, Sir William answered: -â€""ch, so far as the principle is con- cerned. You have the energy, and unless the t'hing stuck at some time or other it would go on and on, and could be regulated to move the lmmls on a clock face to a mechanical nirety.” "Ada, how can you jest? Do you believe in me?" “I believe that you are a foolish boy, and don't know What is good for you. From what you say, you can’t exist without me,” she returnâ€" ed. "And yet you won’tâ€"” here she burst into a. happy little. laugh and did not finish her sentence. “Do you know,” she added with a sudden change 0! manner, “I look on you as a son. I think I adopted you on that first night at the ball. Poor boy.” I thought, "he has no mother perhaps by this time. Oh! I was so sorry for you! You are my father, and my mother. and my son, as the dear I-T‘ndoos say.” (To be Continued.) The Question Need Hot Now be Asked Often. rugged, stony-looking trunks, her dark eyes half-veiled. "Yes," she was thinking to herself, "it is about time you began. I do think I have a right as a woman, to a. little courtship." “This is all very well last. "Now perhaps I lowed to return to n‘ aunt?” As for Philip he knew nothing but that, Princess Ada was permitting her hands to he kissed. "Well, but what is the use? You won‘t have me, and there’s an end of it. I am not going to ask you any more, Mahaeuj Salaam!" Then of course she was detained, and all kinds of vehement. protesta- tions, adjurations, and assurances of undying devotion poured into apâ€" parently indin‘erent ears. She was induced to resume her seat: on the olive-roots, her bright face glowing like a splendid flower against the rugged, stony-looking trunks, her dark eyes half-veiled. "Yes," she was thinking to herself, "it is about "And I going to England toâ€"mor- row? For Heaven's sake do stop a moment!’ “Ada!” he exclaimed. "I am a. most improper person, no doubt," she replied. gravely. "I shock you, Captain Randal; I think I had better wish you good-even- ing.” she added, nsing and making him a little bow before moving so- dately away. "Good gracious! Ada! What are you thinking of?" he cried, over- taking her in a state of utter be- wilderment. "Thinking of going home." she re- plied, tranquilly. “Of course," she returned, with the old princess air; “you needn't. marry me unless you like. I shall not force you into it, though you do seem to want n. good deal of per- suasion. I shan't. even break my heart, don't, expect that. But. I shall be an old maid," she sighed, looking demume in his face with a. quaint sparkle in her bright dark eyes, "and that is far worse than a broken/heart, I am told. What. com- fort iié it to be wretched, if one can’t talk about it. and he cried over?" ' "No, fishness 1y, her coming "No, not generosity, not unsel- fishness," she interposed, very softâ€" ly, her eyes were blinded by swiftâ€" coming tears. "Dearest," he added, “you are very young, you don't know what happiness may be in store for you." Then he laid his case before her and satisfactorily proved his unsuitabilâ€" ity from every point. of View, es- pecially her father’s. "It will be far easier to forget that you think," he said, in conclusion. "Of course,” she returned. with fishness Papaâ€"‘ 'Now good boy 11 deed DID YOU WIND THE CLOCK? man applied for an engag‘ a theatre. “I inclose yc paper cutting," he wrote, be a. mean cur to take advanâ€" of your generosity and unselâ€" )u that I Have aptitud ‘0." The cuttiz ‘ was .' ‘Thc prisoner, wHo deni conducted his own cas< himself in a manner nmatic." 11,” she said at I may be alâ€" my poor sick denied tl aible to ($1.000), you 501116â€" 'ood lent 1nd qualit that ‘ The concel av There w quantity at least more t Stock fodder. hay or other mater- ial may also be used to advantage in this way, and although it may seem a waste 0! feed, it will be found to pay 'n the long run. in the saving of feed which it, will take to keep up the animal heat from increased exposure standing out in. all kinds of weathc-r. If the farm needs the manure (and What farm doesn't) there will also he a. very large savlng on that score. There will not only be a larger quantity savcd. but the quality will‘ Even if your threshing is already done and you have no other shelter, it will pay to erect a. stout framing on the order of a lean-to with the open side to the south and cover it well with straw. If threshing is not yet over, it will be no extra, work to stack it that way as the straw comes from the maChine. On account; of scant means many farmers who have the desire to do well are deterred from furnishing the necessary shelter for stock in win- ter. Again, many others are renting and of course cannot alien] to erect costly and permanent buildings. These and other causes operate to keep many thousands of stock out in the Weather, suffering and losing flesh to themselves and money to their owners. In some cases it may be well nigh impossible to remedy the evil, but no doubt. in many it might be improved by plenty of fore- thought and just 0. little work. them and thus remedied the difficulty land I was again doing business. It is evident that had I been pro~ perly supplied with instructions at. the beginning I should have been spared a great, deal of trouble. My engine is now working as well as it. ever did at any time during its best behavior, although it has been in constant use for five years. I run both the cream separator and a 50â€" gallon churn at the same time. I have simply to give the balance wheel a whirl when it, starts ofi like a. thing of life. The expense of oper- ating is as nothing when compared to a. steam engine. In the some manner belts may be run out through the window and other machinery run. In fact there is almost no end to the variety of work which this handy little machine will accomplish. As I have already shown, my engine was an experimen- tal one, and I a green operator with, out proper instructions. Until ex- perienCe and a little studv haul given me a knowledge of its principles and working: it was not a success. Since then two of my neighbors have each purchased an engine though larger in size and vastly improved and both are giving satisiaztion. My power at this time was sup- plied by hand and for awhile the lseparator appeared to run quite eas- rily, but alter the novelty wore 01! it began to run very hard. I bought. a 1; horse power gasoline engine. It was an experimental machine but ap- peared to work nicely. I blocked .the engine up underneath the floor in the milk room, put up a line of shaftng and was soon separating and churning with none of that tired feeling which I had so lately been ex- periencing. One morning on attempting to start the machine it absolutely re- fused to go, 1 made a. hurried trip to the city and a good natured in- ventor accompanied me to my home and upon taking on“ the cylinder cap found that the olatinum exploding points had simply gummed over, thereby preventing their sparking. Again all was smooth sailing and with an occasional cleaning up of points my engine for awhile worked very nicely. But upon one of these occasional cleanings, after it had re- I'used to work, I found the heat had drawn out the platinum points so that instead of a spark being made as the electricity jumped across the short interval between them, they touched one another. The current passed without sparking and no ex- plosion took place. A knife blade passed between the points separated them and thus remedied the difficulty and I was again doing business. immedi crops. fifififimofiugfifi LIVE STOCK IN WINTER THE GASOLINE ENGINE st be doublm than ordi] quadrupled ng rains \vhic nearly all U‘ of 1H It mil mwmgm 1n cntagc of fat, in thc animals that will quantity; mry “‘01, seasons, by avoiding the h ordinarily carry ‘e elements which )cncficial to grow- er than ithin nlity babl the th thc 1t