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"I made baskets,” said Madge aimNM ”And I looked after some Of the Children; and sometimes we were at. fairs, I told fortunes. A gypsy is never idle." Irene had been moving about. the room. ar- nngi-ng flowers in a vase, and stirr- ng the fire that burner] brightly in he modern-antique fireplace. She rurned with the poker still in her and. "You told fort-mes! C‘nn you tell ine, Madge?" "Yea" replied Madge gravely. "But not really?" said Irene. the mile on her face. “Work! What. work did you do?" asked Irene with a smile. “To envy me!" said Madge. with expanding eyes. “Yes,” continued Irene. "It must be so delightful to live so near to nature; to be always movâ€" ing on, on; to be always free. “Butr We'were not fréc. We had Work to do." I sat comfortably in a‘firstâ€"class car- riage all padded and cushioned. That does not tire me. You should have .traveled as I have done, sitting on the shaft of a caravanâ€"" She stopped and flushed ggain. "As I lay’ awake last, nightâ€"I Hon’t sleep very Well lately, Madge, dearâ€"I was thinking of you and your life, and I was almost inclined to any}: you." "It is tall and graceful, with a deep. rich, red blossom,” said Irene, "And though you have so little crimson in your cheeks. you are like it.” "And you are like the white lily,” said Madge, timidly, “and that is prettier than any red one." "Tired! “my should I be? Be- cause of tpchqrney yesterday? Why "I don't know what a, Japanese lily is like,” said Madge with a smile. “Sometimes I breakfast in my own team, and I thought, that perhaps you Would like to be quiet this mornâ€" ing. You must, still be tiredâ€"" Madge looked around. The room was smaller than her own, but decâ€" orated and furnished in perfect taste. There Was a piano such as she had in her own room, and a. wellâ€"filled bookcase. A stand of flowers stood in the window and a pair of Java sparrows twittered in a cage. "Really?" said Madge. “I don't mow. Some people think it is all {0055 work and nonsense: but it, is lot. There are rules and signsâ€"" She stopped, for Il'ene‘s maid had mtererl with the breakfast tray, and he two girls remained silent while he placed it on the table, Madge 'l‘hcy went a little way down the «corridor, and Marion opened a. door and announced Madge. Irene came to meet her. “Dressed already, Madge!" she said. She herself was in a teagown, in which she looked like a lily en- lolded by its leaves. “Come in," and she drew her into the room and kissâ€" .ed her. “You look like a June rose, dear. 'And yet that is not splendid enough for you; a Japanese lily would be better." She chose the simplest. (‘f hel‘ morn- ing frocks, a pretty satvcn which she had bought in London, and, all unConSCinus of the exquisite pic- ture she made, stood by the window waiting for Royce. who was singing lightâ€"heax'tedly as he dressed in the adjoining room. A knock came to the door, and cloning it she found Marion outside. The girl 100de surprised as seeing her mistrc'fi already dressed. “Miss Tresyliun‘s love, ma'am.” :she said, and “will you breakfast with her?" “Please.” said Madge, "for I feel .us if I should be lost in this great place." {a o:&o:~o:o‘ :o-t:o‘ 0:0‘ Q.‘ gage. 9:“ 010‘ {A fins 9:. ‘ ozwsozc s fi.‘ ‘20 Wm {0‘ 0:5 “Oh, yes, yes!" said Madge at once. "When shall I rome‘?" "Miss 'J‘resylian is dressed. ma'am" :said Marion. "Shall I Show you the way?" Marion smiled, with demure respect .and Madge, after opening the door -of Roycc’s dreSSingâ€"room, and calling to him, “I am going to breakfast with Irene!" followed the girl. "Miss Irene sometimes has breakâ€" : fast in her own room, ma'am,‘ ex- plained Marion. As she gazed at it, drinking in its beauty, she remembered the vision of the countess stealing along the path. and again she asked hL‘1'S('lf whether she ought not to tell Royce; but ‘she shrank from the disclosure for many obvious rmsnns; nut. xhc least being the possibility that she might have been mistuknn. Long before the dressing-bell 11ml rung. and Marion lmd knocked at the door, Madge \vns up and dl‘t‘SSCdv looking out of the \Vinduw of her boudoir at the View which she had seen the night befu‘c in the moonâ€" light. ' If Monk Towers was imposmg by candlelight, it was twice as Impresâ€" sive in the sunshine. Madge, when she awokt‘ the “0‘?” morning, felt very much as Aladf‘m must have felt on the first mornmgr In his Wonderful Palace- ‘ é o o . o o . o o o M. ‘50-.. ‘5 ‘ ..§. .g. .Q..o$o.o$o.o%goucsofivzogo‘os.:oso:o‘.:oso:o‘o:osoznoofio The Gypsy’s Sacrifise CHA P'I‘ER X XIV OR A SECRET REVEALED [0 111110 lines, I over it “But of life, “The line breaks: that meansâ€"but, what nonsense it is!" "Yes!" murmured Madge with half assent. "But. What does it mean according to the rules I explained to you?" “Why, according to them, it incli- cates that your happiness will have a break. How absurd! Besides, I don't. think anyone could tell your fortune by your hand, Madge;- more lines, like mountain rills, running "Yi‘fi." siid Madge dreamily. "I have been very happy. But go on What do you see now?" "Let me see. V Here is the first line you pointed out, how straight it is, and how broad at the commence- ment! That means that have been happy, Madge?" “Ah. that I could forget!" she said. “Not that I am ashamedâ€"" and the blood rushed to her face. “But go on with my fortune, Irene." “You mean ladies.” said Madge. simply. "My dear, try and forth that you have not always been what you are. And if you do, no one else will re- member it.” "No," s'uid Irene, “but it is not red, but the most delicious brown; and if I were a, man I should be tired of white hands. We women are all alike: we dress alike, talk alike, smile alike! No wonder men weary of us and have to be forced to stop in a. ball or drawing-room, rushing off the very first moment they can to their own ‘dens' as they call it. Yes,we are all cast in one mold. and have to be wearisomely monoto- nous!" "It seems so easy. I think I should make a. decent gypsy if I had a. lesson or two. Let me see your hand, Madge." “You should be glad,” said Madge, "for see, the line of happiness, though it is broken just here. joins higher up; and that means that you will be happy presentlyâ€"if you are not nowâ€"and will remain happy." "Oh, come," said Irene laughingl “you can't tell that, Madge!” “I only judge by the lines,’ said Madge meekly, “There it is, you see; a long. straight thread." “You seé, as I said. it, is not 59 white as yours?" "W611, I se’e," said Irene; “but I don't know whether to be glad or sorry.” And she stifled a Sigh. "It is~ bad at first," she said. "This line," she traced it with her fore‘ finger, "is broken and runs aslant. That means your happiness receives a. check. But it joins again presently, higher up, and that means that afâ€" ter a time you will be happy again." “Show me those lines." "And do you mean to say that they are different to the lines on other person’s hands?” "Yes,_" said Madge. “No two hands are alike. Look at theSe lint-S," and she followed them out. “This means that you are rich. Are you?” “Iâ€"think 50. Yes, I suppose I am rich,” said Irene. 1 “Well, that is right. anyway,’ said Madge. “And this long one means that you will live to be old.” “Well?” said Gene smiling; "What do you say? Is it very bad or very good?” 7 Madge gazed at the small palm intently. She linit her brows and studied the lines on the palm intently. “No, that is not, necessary. We tell fortunes by the lines." "What a beautiful hand!” "It is no smaller than yours," retorth Irene. "But how white it is! Let me “Tell me mine." "Oh, no, no,” she said. Then she laughed. "But you do not believe in it? It is only for fun?" "I won’t promise to believe in it," said Irene. “Yes, it is only fun. Try those rissoles, dear; the cook makes them very well." And she put one on Madge's plate. Then she held out her hand again. “I suppogse I must cross it with silver, mustn't, I?” she said laugh- ing. Irene poiured out the con'oc from the massive silver cateLic-rc, and helped Madge to some omelottc. “Innlways thought that it was all nonsense, andâ€"forgive Inclâ€"decep- tion." "Perhaps it is," said Madge. “But Weâ€"I mean we gypsiosâ€"go by rule. We believe in it," she added as sim- ply as before. Irene looked at the fire droamily. "I Wonder if it is wicked to want, to know one's future. she said. "Wicked?" repeated Madge. “Is it WiCkcd? I don't know. Almost every one wants to know. All sorts of 17001116 Came to me to tell their for- tune." noiicing‘ the service of exquisite china and oriental silver. “You need not wait, Lucy," said irene. "And there is really some- thing in fortune tolling?" she said when the maid had withdrawn, “Iâ€"don't know. I suppose so, said Madge. :- the larger ones, this the line for instance," said Madge. “Now, Tommy, I want you to be good while I am out," “I’ll be good for a, nickel," was Tommy's modest ofl’er. “Tommy,” said the mother, “I want. you to remember that you canâ€" not be a son of mine unless you are good for nothing." A good mother naturally wishes to see her OWn traits reproduced in her children. Mrs. Babson, said to her “Wh'ich only holds two,” reman- strated Royce ruefully. “And ohly two intend going," said Irene. "Shall we let him come. Madge," said Irene. brightly, but with avert- ed eyes. "I thought we would go for a drive afterward. it is such a lovely morning. We could take the pony carriageâ€"" “Might one humbly crave permis- sion to accompany you?" he said. "I'll promise to behave as well as I can; no one Can do more.” Iréie laughed sottlyâ€"she seemed to have recovered her composure in- stantly. “I have been Showing Madge around," she said, "and we have been enjoying ourselves all alone by Ourselves, as the children say; and now we are going to the stables, and thenâ€"" "You startled us Royce,’ she Said almost reproachfully. “Oh, I’m very sorry,” he said. "But haven't you done something in the way of startling yourself this morning? Where have you two been? I was just going to have the pond dragged!” Madge blushed slightly, but Irene's face became scarlet and then paler than usual; and Madge, who happenâ€" ed to glance at her, felt alarmed. “Oh, wiil you," said a voice, and Royce came upon them from the shrubbory. “Nowr Come along,” said Irene. “We; will go to the stables now.” "Why, that is Jackâ€"I mean Royce himself!” she exclaimed, standing be- fore the portrait of a young man in armor. "It looks very old, andâ€"I can't see What it is very plainly." "No. and very few other persons. That picture is so valuable. I think. It is worth twenty thousand pounds and the nation would buy it at that if it, could; but it can‘t. It goes with the title. you see. Family porâ€" traits, those. * Madge's interest increased, and she looked at them eagerly. “A Rubens, a Vandyke, a Leonar- do da Vinci, a Botticelliâ€"all fine examples. How much do you think that. is worth, Madge?" Madge looked around. She Would have been more impressed by its splendor than she was if Royce had not taken her to the Royal Gallery. “We ‘did’ the state-rooms last night, all excepting tho bull-room,” said Irene; "so that we needn't, go downstairs. Come along!" Irene pointed, in guiderfashion, to some of the pictures. Thcy went out to theicorridor, and Irene pointed out the old carvings and ancient tapestry. “One of the maids of honor to Mary Queen of Scots, worked nearly all of it, poor thing!" she said. “Here is the picture gallery." "It is all nonsense and humbug she said “ith a, levity which \rather forced. “I don't believe in scrap of it, not our iota! You a a. wicked little imposlex‘!" “Come, you are shirking your lesson, you lazy girl.” "The line of life," said Irene. “Hemâ€"let me see." She looked at it and the color fluctuated in her face, then she shut, the hand up and playfully flung it away {com her. A BORN SCAPEGRACE. (To be Continued.) clieve in a. You are Owing to the heavy applications of barnyard manure which I plowed under, I had some fears that scab would appear. Early and frequent cultivation was given until the heavy growth of vines obstructed work. The few beetles that appeared were kept in check by the use of a hand sprayer. Only one application of bordeaux was given with a, four- row sprayer during the season. The nine acres were dig just before the destructive freeze in September last. We used a four-horse digger. The yield was over 200 bushels per acre of large, uniform, smooth tubers, comparatively free from rot and scab. This was not considered a phenomenal yield by any means, but the theory that like begets like and that planting small potatoes continuously tends to the deterioraâ€" tion of the stock. or that heavy manui-ing fosters the development of scab and rot, does not seem to hold in this case. The results Were the opposite of what is generally believ- ed her‘e. We are often puzzled to know just what is best to do, but in this case we believe that early spring plowing tended to retain the needed moisture that contributed to these favorable results. The value of a heavy application of manure and extra cultivation are factors that should not be overlooked. My experienc‘e during the past year in growing potatoes shows what can be done by slight deviation from the ordinary methods followed in this locality Says Mr. Irving D. Cook. Instead of plowing the ground for potatoes after the spring crops are planted, as is usually practiced here, it was plowed nearly a month earlier and allowed so remain until the usual time of planting. The field was thoroughly and deeply worked with a fourâ€"horse springâ€"tooth lever harrow. This was delayed until conâ€" ditions were most favorable, alter preparing the ground as an ideal seedbed. It was moist, loose and friable. 'At the same time I discover- ed myriads of weeds that. were just beginning to make their appearance. Potatoes were then planted about June 1, in drills with a planter. The Rural New Yorker was the variety used. With some misgivings I have continued planting this variety every year since it was first introduced, but during the last three years the price of seed was so high that I have used a good many culls or seeâ€" onds from the market stock for seed purposes. Now put barrel and duster on a stone boat or light wagon and you are ready for a half day work for a man and boy. This amount of dust will go over from five to eight acres of six~year orchard and do a thor- ough job, if dust is thoroughly pre- pared. The dust will travel over the orchard in such clouds that it will appear from a. distance to be on fire, and every leaf and branch will absorb a. portion of the poison. The trees are never too dry to hold enough of this dust to destroy the pests and if applied 24 hours before a. rain it will not wash 0H, for it soon forms a. paste with natural moisture on leaves and bark of trees. I applv the dust at the same seasons of the year and the same number of times as the liquid is applied. Over this 100 pounds dry, hot. “’Oll‘slaked llme I sprinkle 16 pounds pulverized copper sulphate, for fungi, ten pounds powdered sulphur for scale and liCe, one pound paris green for cheuing insects, cotlling moth and curculio, then stir thoroughly with hoe for 20 minutes, or until the copper sulphate and sulphur are thor- oughly dissolved with the lime. Then I take a, tight barrel with one head out. make two cleats. 1 foot below the top on the inside, set on these a ronnd sieve that will just fit in with gâ€"inch mesh. Put in the sieve two or three shovelfuls of the dust and put an old carpet over the top and then shake the barrel and repeat the process until all the dust is sift- ed in. Mr. G. E. Ilbwe. I have only used it one year, but obtained splendid results and I shall use it again this year. I use lime as a carrier and a whirlwind (luster machine, weighing about 75 pounds, to scatter the dust. ]n this lime I put; copper sulphate and arsenitc, so as to have in one mixture a complete insecticide and fungicide, the same as I Wonld in the water solution or lmrdeaux. I take 100 pounds stone lime and place it in a, tight mortar box 10 feet long and 5 feet wide, with boards 1 foot high on sides and ends. Over this I sprinkle eight gallons of water slowly so as not to puddle the lime or paste it. This will not slake all of the lime, but will start it, then work it, thoroughâ€" ly and quickly for 20 minutes or un- til the lime is all slaked into a Very dry powder. The use of dust poisons to destroy insects and fungi in our orchards is ’15 )‘et in an experimental stage. but thuse “110 have carried on the exper- iments in the largest and most thor- ough way, speak Very highly in praise of the method. Like all other new methods of doing things. there are always some who do not do it. right and then condemn the method because they do not succeed writes Mr. G. E. Rowe. Chickens do not require any food FEEDING YOUNG CHICKS. POTATO GROWING. DUST SPRAYING. The filling of the strips is done by girls. The first girl takes a grooved ‘strip 0! wood in her left hand and a. bunch of leads in her right. She spreads the leads out in (an shape and with one movement fills the six grooves with lead. The next girl takes the filled strips and quickly lays on another grooved strip which has been coated with hot glue by a third. The filled and grooved strips are piled one upon another and put in a press to dry. The ends of the strips are evened on‘ under a sandâ€" Daper wheel and then the strips are fed into a machine which cuts them up into individual pencils. shapes and delivers them smooth and ready for the color and polish. The color- ing is rlOne with liquid dyes, after which the pencils are sent, through the varnishing machine. “I stand,” said a Western orator, “on the broad principles of ’98, and palsied be mine arm if I desert them." “You stand on nothing 0! the kind," interrupted a. little shoe- maker in the crowd. "You stand in my boots that you never paid '11:: far, and I want the money." They were discussing the factors which make for success in the world, when the knowing young man said:â€" “Therc's nothing like force of char- acter, old man. Now, there's Jones! Sure to make his way in the world. He's a will of his own, you know." "But Brown has something better in his favor.” “What's that?" “A will of his 1 :Cle's.” As long as this thread is moist it is pliable, but when dry it becomes brittle and must he handled rapidly. It is cut into three lead length and straightened in a crucible over a. coal lire. When taken from the cru- cible the lead is ready for the Wood. which is pine for cheap pencils and cedar for the more expensive ones. When the strips of wood are receiv- ed at the factory they are run through a machine which cuts in each six grooves. round or square, and at the same time smooths the face of the wood. I'-ifi‘erent grades of pencils from very soft to extra hard are obtained by mixing the graphite with German pipe clay, which is floated in a series of tanks in the same way. The fin- est clay is mixed with the finest gra- phite, being ground together with stones and the hardness of the pen- cils is secured by increasing the pro- portion of clay in the mixture. After the graphite and day are mixed to- gether the mixture is put in canvas bags and the Water is squeezed out by means of an hydraulic press, leav- ing a. mass the consistency of putty. The plaster is then placed in a formâ€" ing press, which is a. small iron cy- linder, in which a solid plunger or piston Works up and down. A steel plate having a hole the size and shape of the “lead” is put under the open end of the cylinder, and the plunger pressing down forces the graphite through the hole, making a continuous thread or Wire of gra- phite. Now-aâ€"d'ays the mineral is taken from the mines in the lump and car- ric-(l to the reducing mill, where it is pulverized in stamp mills under Water. This dust; is collected, pack- ed in barrels and sent to the factor- ies, where thousands of pencils are made every day. This pulverized graphite is so fine that it is really dust, dingy in color and smooth and oily to the touch. It is divided into Various grades of fineness by floating it on water from one tank to an- other. The coarse dusvt sinks to the bottom of the first tank, the next, finer to the bottom of the'second tank. and so on down the line, the finest powder for the finest pencils settling in the last tank. Int-ad pencils are not made of lead. The pencils were load and had a. right to the name. A stick of load was originally used for making marks upon paper and Wood. The name has been retained, though toâ€" day all the pencils are filled with graphite or plumbngo. This mineral is rather searcc, for it is found in but few placesâ€"Cumberland, Eng- land, along the Lnurcntian ranges in the province of Quebec, and at Ticonderoga, Vermont. Chicks should be fed three or (our times during the day, but, care should be taken not. to give them more than they will eat up quickly; in fact, food should not be before them more than five minutes at, a. time. Green food should be supplied roglllarly after they are a week 01‘ ten days old, and grit should be con- stantly before them. Granulated charcoal is a valuable corrective of digestive troubles. and should also be kept within easy access of the chicks until they are allowed free range. Brooders should be clehned daily and a, fresh litter or layer of cut; clover with grit. put on the floor after it, is cleaned. Interesting Description of Their Manufacture. the first 24 hours, but pure fresh water should be within their reach at all times, so arranged mat they can drink without getting wet. The brooder floor can be covered with a. thin layer of cut. clover. A handful of bright chick grit or Ver stale bread slightly moistened with milk, can be given. The food of the chicks is practically the same as that fur- nished the adult stock, being preâ€" pared, of course, in a form suitable to their smaller size. THE MAKING OF PENCILS.