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He caught only a \vc;rd here and? there, and his attention strayed? back in a moment or two to the: Buddanness of the exclamation. "Fair play!" he said, as if licl Were speaking to himself, his eyes‘ fixed on the wrestlers. The big man hm] thrown his 0pâ€" She might have resisted his words and gone ofl‘. still resentful, but the smile was irresistible. “Give me your hand, andâ€"~an 'don’t touch me, please,” she said in a breath. Something, a sudden gentleness of appeal in her last, words, attracted his attention, and he just. raised his but before he held out his hand with .the gesture a gentleman would ac- tord a lady. The fire died out. of the girl’s 0; es, and with drooping head she murmur- ed her prophecy hurriedly. After another momentary hesita- tion she took the fingers of‘his out- stretched hand, lightly crossed his palm, and murmured something in so low a voice that be bent his head almost to hers. "Beg pardon! Got to cross your hand, of course. I forgot! Come on! Now, mind, I shall only beâ€" lieve in the good luck. No bad luck for me, thanks!" She stopped, reluctantly, as it seemed, and misunderstanding her hesitation he pulled out half a crown. "Not hurt, I hope? You want to tell my fortune, do you? Well, I witnessed and experienced everything else in the fair but that, so here goes," and he held out, his hand. In doing so he held her a moment. She slipped from his grasp, her face suddenly dyed a rich crimson, and was passing on, when he said: He looked down carelessly, then seeing it was a woman he put out one hand, and, as if he were conâ€" tending with a feather pillow, kept back the man who was crowding her and with the other drew her in front of him. Presently he arrived in front of the platform, on which a wrestling bout. was taking place, and he stop- ped short, shouldered himself into a clear space, and looked on with a. smiling interest. And at this mo- ment Madge Lee was drifted to his side, and the low clear voice, with its mechanical, afinost dreamy alp- peal, reached him. For a moment he did not notice it, for he was ab- sorbed by the performance on the platform. Two men were hard at work trying to throw each other, and though it; was evident the big- ger of the two, a. tremendous Corâ€" nishman, must throw his opponent, the young man, who understood the whole business, wanted to see how he would do it. But suddenly the crowd made one of the periodical rushes, and the girl was thrown against. him. At the edge of the fair he pulled up and seemed to consider, looking In the direction of Monk Towers; then he took a coin from his pocket, spun it. in the air, and said gravely: I'Heads!” It came doWn a head. and pocket- ing the coin he crossed the boundary line, so to speak, and joined the crowd, through which he shouldered his way with a goodâ€"humored smile, which now and again broke into a laugh, as if he were entering into the fun of the thing, and meant to enjoy himself; as indeed he did. He stopped at most of the stalls, bought some gingerbread, and ate it, and drank a glass of beer at a. booth. He went into Richardson’s Show, and laughed at the funny men and applauded the tragedian. He saw the Fat Lady, chuffed the Giant, and talked to the Dwar! and the Living Skeleton. aw»WM~I~M-:~M«Ma«w ~MMM WMMMMMM CHAPTER I.â€"-(Continued). He wore his soft but. tilted off his forehead, and he hummed or whistled as he walked, as if he had not. a care in a world which had been specially made for him. He had been walking for five and a. half hours, and almost every perâ€" son Whom he had passed had turned and looked after him, some of his own sex enviously, all of the other sex admiringly. 0R . A SECRET REVEALED 7w++++++w+++++w~w~w+w~;«m++M~+M~+MMM :2 ‘i~'i~'i~'1"i The Gypsy’s Saarifise each other, swayed, pressed, and tugged, the muscles standing out on itlleir arms like strained steel. One lmoment it seemed as if the younger man‘s back must yield or be brok- !en; the next he had recovered him- ‘self and was bending his antagonist [almost double. Then suddenly. 'while the victory hung in the bal- nnce, the young man was seen to raise his shoulder and move his leg, and the huge form of Long Bill Went They were two splendid specimens of humanityâ€"one huge, muscular as a bull, the other slim, supple as a tiger, and yet, with the firm, wiry muscles of the trained athlete. Be- side the tremendous bulk of the pro- fessional the young man looked ra- ther spare and slight, and Long Bill eyed him up and down with what iwas meant for a supercilious stare. The girl without removing her gaze, shook her head, and drew away from him. The eyes of the two men suddenly grew sharp and intent; they ap- proached each other, shook hands, stood chest to chest, then got hold, and the struggle began. In less than a minute it was soon that. the young man who had dared the champion of the district knew the rules of the game, and that Long Bill had not got a "soft thing." They gripped each other, swayed. Dressed. and "As they stood regarding each other, Uncle Jake limped up to the girl, whose large eyes, dilated. were fixed on the two. “Who's that?" he asked sharply. “It‘s a gentleman, aint it? Who -is he, eh?" The girl without removimz her She said no more, but took her hand away swiftly and drew back. But only a few yards. Having finished his peeling leisureâ€" ly, the crowd made a lane for him, and he sprang upon the platform. As the two men faced each other a murmur of admiration and satisfacâ€" tion rose from the crowd. He laughed, and patted the small brown hand. "It’s all right,” he replied. "Don’t you be afraid: he won’t hurt me.” “Hallo!” he said banteriugly and with some surprise, for the face was full of fear and anxiety. For the first time he noted its beauty. “Well?” he asked, ~“What’s the matter?” Her lips quivered, and all uncon- scious of the admiration in his smilâ€" ing eyes, she said in a low voice: “Don’t go. He is strong andâ€" and cruel when he's like this! Don’t The girl had stood looking from one to the other, silently, and al- most indifl‘m‘ently, observant of all that; was going on, but at this point an instantaneous change came over her face, and almost uncon- sciously her hand clasped the young man’s arm. "Wait, a moment! I don’t want to spoil the sport. I’ll have a bout with you!" and he took ofl his coat in a leisurer way. But he shook his head, shuming on his waistcoat young man called out as as before : “Keep your orders for them as wants them," was the retort. "I don’t wrestle with him againâ€"nor nobody, come to that,” and he went for his coat, hanging on the ropes. "Oh, go on, g6 oh!" 3] crowd, regretting their "Go on!” m "He don’t seem to fancy it," he said, his huge mouth twisted into a sneer. "Likes shouting better, don’t yer, sir? Well, just mind yer own business, will yer?” The young man laughed. “All right keep your temper, my man," he said good-humoredly. “All I want is fair play for the little one. G0 at it again, but give him time to get hold. "Perhaps this young gentle: 'ull step up and kindly give me lesson. Long Bill is allus ready learn.” The young man smiled, and Long Bill, like a bull enraged by a red cloth, scowlcd back at him. “What’s the matter?” he demanded sullcnly, lumbering up to the edge of the platform. "Who says I ain’t playing fair? If any of you thinks you know more about wrestling than I do, he’d better step up here and teach me." He looked around the crowd fiercely, and his small eyes rested on the young man’s upturned face. The wrestlers stopped, the small man panting, the big one scowling down upon the upturned faces. ponent once, and had sci70d him for another bout, getting "hold" of him, as it is called, foully. There was a great deal of excitement. in the crowd around the platform and several of the spectators, hearing the young man’s exhortationâ€"he had one of those clear, bell-like voices which are warranted to pen- etrate the thickest dinâ€"joined in, and cries of “No, no] Fair play! Give him another hold!" rose from all sides. young gentleman shouted the Lr chivalry. and was when the pleasantly “Ada!” "I suppose you would they always say that.” "Die? What would I "Well, once you said even live for 1110â€"" "And I did it, and I 2 while I live at all." “Yet you won't wa “Even at the very best it would have to be years, Ada!” he exclaim- ed, all his heart in his voice. “And to think or your wasting your youth and beauty " "Growing old and ugly, when of course, you wouldn‘t. care for me any more." while? “Your people Would never hear of it,” he added. "Do you know, Lord Blank is ra- ther fond of me. He is a sweet old man, and my godpapa. And Philip, please don’t be angry, he knows why you went home in such a hurry. You will hear of something soon." As she said this she looked down, a. little tremor in her nervously claspâ€" ed hands; "Father thou art to me, and mother dear, and brother too, Kind husband of my heart."- CHAPTER XLVII .â€"( Continued) .. "I am an outcast,” he replied; glooxnily, yet he remembered her words at the waterfall, “Shame, shame.” shouted the crowd. -“Oh, never mind,” said the young man. “He isn’t quite himself yet, and doesn’t mean it,” and with a laugh and a. pleasant nod he leaped from the platform. He was surâ€" rounded instantly by an admiring throng, eager to speak with, and, if possible, touch the youngster who though a gentleman, had managed to "down" the champion. A Dying Promise Long Bill rose to his feet, dazed and staggering, then, when he could see distinctly enough to recognize his opponent, he lurched forward with a savage oath. “No, no! Enough’s as good as a feast. Don’t be greedy! Some other day! Keep your'temper, man, Here shake hands!" and he held out. a strong but well-formed hand. But; Long Bill had lost his temper beyond retrieval, and would have struck the hand aside if it had not been quickly withdrawn. A yell of delight, rewarded the exâ€" ploit, and cries of "Bravo, sir!" “Hurrah, young ’un!” came from all sides. "Hasti killed um, 1ad?”-c1‘oaked out an old man at the edge of the platform. Long Bill lay still. The young man waited for a. second, then went and bent over the gigantic form stretched out, as motionless as a stone figure cast from its pedestal. "No, no, he has only fainted. Give me some water.” It came, as all such moments come, and with a. sudden gathering together of his muscles, a swift. movement of his whole body as it seemed, he raised the giantâ€"Msng his own knee as the leverâ€"and lit- erally flung him to the ground. stood as before, firml Stillbrf’nke Mm Stan‘ds ‘13 0‘ 91‘] as a rock ’hoside its clear wateis, on wmch “Burs got him now u said a‘silver swans glide among the green voice; the young girl heérd' and a [reflections of overarching trees. But, shudder rm, through ha. and sheflhe garden is built. over, and the looked aside, but, as if fascinated, Jplane tree gone: so. that the mill her eyes returned to the combatants, aseems to he a. eontmuation of the and she watched with heaving bosom Street" railway bridge draws 0- and tightly clinched hands, black horizontal bar across the tree- It looked as if the (lay must, be tst and strides 0"" the bridge with the giant, as if it were impos_!\v1th ‘long, black iron compass legs, sible that the young man could hold S‘eppmg, “"Fm‘cemedly 0" green out much longer; but presently the turf 0“ m m‘dfsu‘eamq a Symb°1 0‘ more knowing ones of the spectators the "‘PPCY'E‘MWQ 59"” 0f the age- saw that he was saving himself, I“ 5mm" that “verb/Where defaces and waiting for the critical moment 5 beauty' ""tthSIy 9“‘“‘Shingr borne in which to exert his reserve force. !°,n by the fever 0f “5 0W“ mad de‘ "Ready?" said the young man cheerfully. “It’s my turn now."- "All right." Long Bill went to work more care- fully this time, and it looked as if he meant to crush the life out of his foe and throw him afterward. But the young man kept his ground though his face grew pale and he breathed hard. Once his foot slipâ€" ped slightly, and a kind of gasp rose from the crowd, breathless with excitement, but he recovered himself instantly and stood as before, firm as a rock. A roar of astonishment and ap- plause rose from the crowd. Long Bill got. up and looked around with an air of surprise which provoked a. loud burst of laughter from the spectators. It seemed to madden him and he made a kind of rush at his opponent; but the young man stepped aside. and caught his arm. “Hold on!" he said good-humorcd- 1y. "Get your breath, man. You’ve been” at it before, and I’m fresh. Herc-â€"” he turned to the crowd, “give him a. glass of beer.” Two or three stone bottles were swiftly handed up; he took one and tossed it to the giant. v “Take a. good drink,” he said. Long Bill seemed for a. moment as if he were going to refuse, then he took a. draught, flung the empty bottle on one side, and stepped into position. down upon the platform with a force that shook every plank. Q once you said you won]: for 1110â€"" did it, and I shall always \'e at all." (To be Continued.) won't wait a. littk added, suddenly raising die for meâ€" she added. not do?” you would Probably the most novel theatre in the world is that which was recentâ€" ly opened at Thale, in Germany. The {theatre is on the Summit of a moun- tain, and is surrounded on all sides lby steep rocks; the seats tor the au- ‘dience are hewn out of the rock and accommodate 1,000 persons, and the ‘stage, which is also hewn out of the .rock, is 80 feet long by 54 feet wide. iNo artificial scenery is usedfi but. the ;back.ground is formed by the dense 'farest and by the outlines of the jmountains in the distance. The dress- ;ing-room for the actors is close at hand in the forest, but completely hidden from the audience. The thea- tre is fully protected from the Wind, and its aconstic properties are so excellent that ever word is heard. [DC ‘ lessm etamorphosis. So all things change and renew themselves, there is no death, only eternity. The water flows to the great sea. which covers the earth, it rises on the wings of the sunbeam, rides gloriously over the heavens in cloud masses colored by purple sun- set, descends in rich rains and fra- grant (lows, and so on again, in end- We, too, have our time to rejoice and sorrow, to love and fear, to doubt and struggle, to bloom and fade. But though generation succeeds generation and the same wilIoWs hear the whisperâ€" ing of lovers and see their children and children’s children, and the race is perpetually renewed in its eternal round, there is a difference. Unlike the water, man has a choice between blessing and cursing, he does not‘ pass and “leave not a. wrack beâ€"J1 hind" but a mark and a memory. For each separate man, as well as the whole rare, moves onward, though often with many a backfall,- to one "farâ€"oil divine event" with a certain power for a certain season to retard or advance the grand final consummation. la spirit. that. everywhere defaEes theauty, ruthlessly on-rushing, borne Son by the fever of its own mad de- ‘sire. The train passed into the blue disâ€" tance, ruthlessly straight rushing as the democracy it typifies, the mill- wheel bummed on as of old. dashing the water in diamonds from its turn- ing stair. Strangers dwelt in the mill-house, other children watched and wondered at the rolling Wheel, and the mystely of the inexhausti- ble water, which flows on forever and never lessens. He saw it all as in the days of his happy, wholesome boyhood. Mat,â€" theW and Martha. and sunnyâ€"haired Jessie were moving about as of old. They were never long out of his thoughts, and at times were very near to him, living on beyond the bounds of sense and time-in that eternity which is all round and about us. BC“’81‘0 0‘ 1 (100‘ 005 ’ ' ‘ n, L 5‘5 and t] I “There is the mill, Ada." the genâ€" eral was saying, "see the man lean- ing over the half-door. One might think it was Matthew himself." One summer evening some years ago, a. train roared out of Cleeve station and over this bridge at low speed, bearing in one of its carriages a. general officer in full dross returnâ€" ing from a. review, a beautiful darkâ€" eyed Woman with rich, black hair highly silvered, a lad of fifteen, and a girl of eleven. The latter, having tossed all her own gala. hat, was crowning her brown curls with the whiteâ€"plumed cocked hat that lay on the seat beside her, her brother had taken the unbuckled swordbelt. and was drawing the sword slowly from its sheath, and feeling its edge. Nothing convinces like conviction her eyes so that the fight in than flO\ved into his face. "I have done you wrong,” he re- pHed. “1(fid not Ufink any womb an's nature could be so constant, so strong. I fun that 1 ought to give you up." A MOUNTAIN THEATRE The End.) be given up," she voice quivering. given up. Nothing PREPARATION OF THE LAND and the distance of planting must, be directed by climate, condition of soil and surrounding circumstances. Unless varieties are adapted to climate, soil, location, exposure and ‘market, you plant in vain. This study of adaptability can reach conâ€" clusions only by actual experience. It is Well to make the experience of others serve you. If variety is at its best in one locality, then you should abide by this decision. But the fact that one variety does host in one part of our orchard and another va- riety in another part demands clos- e'fit, study. Watch for these varia- tions and note wh'y th'ey are so, see- ing fit valuable, accurate conclusions cannot be drawn. jwith limestone soil The climate being suitable, profit- able orcharding depends more on the subsoil than on any other one thing. You can make the soil richer if it is not rich enough, but you cannot change the subsoil Without great expense. Congeninl subsoil and suc- cess. Improper subsoil and failure. 'I‘hese twa sentences should be burned upon the memory of every fruit grow- er. Dig down under your soil in a. hundred different places on the land you intend to plant. and see what is below. A few dollars spent in this Way may save you thousands in your orchard. The best subsoil is the 10053 formation. It. allows the rains to sink deep into its bosom and there holds it until called for by the drouths of summer and t'he Cold of Winter. A fertile, porous sub- soil is important ,above all other considerations. '1‘ gravelly shale or clay loam is next in order as to value, and can be found in many of our apple districts. A red clay shale and subsoil is also valuable. After subsoil, a good fertile soil, porous, loamy, with plenty of humus, potash and lime, so as to give fairly good crops of grain or grass, should be chosen. One that dries out quickly so that it can be plowa-d soon after a rain, that works easily so as to get best. re- sults with least labor, that will give a good crop of corn while growing the trees, one that will not bake too easily, is always desirable. Next. comes a rocky or gravelly soil, which is good, but takes more Work to get results. These are found in abundance in all mountain districts. LOCATION AND EXPOSURE. If you have a large she'd to be cleared of manure, it will be Well to plow it, with a, turning plow and either run a. Spike-toothed barrow ’over it or scatter some corn on it and let the boys in to pulverize it. It can then be loaded with‘ a fork and is ready to spread. If the bot- tom is packed hard, it should be dug up with a, grubhing Hoe, and pulvcrv fixed in the shed before it is loaded. In handling heavy manure 11. large shovel. about 14 inches square, will be more satisfactory than the fork. On my waggon, I use a platform and ,two or more removable side boards. These are superior to a wagon box for th‘is purpose. If to be h‘aule‘d only a. sh‘ort distance, over level roads, end gates will not be needed, fhus greatly fuclllttating the work. The load should be spread evenly from the Wagon, covering tlie entire ground. Mr. L. A Goodman says there is‘ no business that requires a. greater amount of intelligence than orchard growing. Experience is a prime 1“? quisite to success; that is, knowing what certain treatment..will produce. The two mistakes most frequently met with in spreading manure are .that the applications are too heavy gand it is not milverized {iner lenough, writes Mr. 1'). L. Jones. I ‘havo seen many loads throwu out on the ground in large ch‘uanks, some the size of a, man's head, and from 3 to ‘5 feet, apart. I cannot. imagine a worse Way. Manure should be phil- verlzed and applied evenly. The amount to be used will depend on the kind of soil, the crop to be raised. and the quality of the fertilizer. Clay soils, for instance, will retain the strenth of the manure for several Iyears, while a sandy soil will lose all 0110 benefit in one year. Therefore, on smme soils I use manure sparingâ€" ly. ’On corn land, With' the right kind of soil, there is no danger of too heavy applications, but on small .graln a Heavy coating will often cause git to fall. When sowing grass seed Ion grain land, I sow before the ma- nure is spread. In this way I am sure of a good stand of grass. PLANTING A N ORCHARD