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Floris turned hCl' eyes toward it, but did not offer Lo take it. “I will read it," he said, “so that Ego-u may understand exactly how I eel : Ht A Carlisle demands justice, not charity, and having received the former, has no desire to become the recipient of the latter, even though it, should be. at the hands of the Earl of Norman.’ “They refused. It was an unâ€" kind thing to do. It was as if I had insulted them and they had raised their small hands and struck me. I say ‘they,’ but in reality it was the daughter, the girl. The mother would have accepted, but the daughter refused emphatically, sternly, and seornfully. If you want to know how scornfully, read this,” and he drew a sheet of note- papor _from his. waistcoat pocket. “That. was her reply to my offer. It. struck me like a blow! If it had come from a. man I should have put it, in the fire. shrugged my should- ers, and forgotten it. But- from a young girl! 1 cannot forget it, though I have tried hard to do so. I have thought of her so much durâ€" ing the last week. since I got this note, that she has become part and parcel of my life. I am. as it were, under a spell. Her scornful eyes are always resting on mine, in- spiring me with the intense longing to try and soften them; her voice rings in my ears, so that. I am possessed with a restless desire to hear her utter some kinder words. more fitting to her sweet. girlish lips‘ In short, from thinking about her. I have grown to love herâ€"to love a thing of aerial imagination, to woman whom I have never seen and probably never shall see, who‘ if I met her. would turn from me as from one who had done her a. great wrong and inflicted a heavy insult? Now. please. do you not “I was startled and perplexed and upset. I am not an impulsive man, but I acted on an impulse of the moment, and requested my lawâ€" yers to tell the other side that I should consider it an Honor if they would permit me to pay their clients’ costs. I am sure you are tired,” he broke off, as Floris leaned back and put, her fan up to her face. “No,” she answered, almost curtly; “please go on.” “Well, the lawyers wouldn’t ac- cept the money without consulting their clients, and soâ€"and 50â€"” he paused, as if he were coming to a part of the story which was not pleasant in the tellingâ€"“one of them went down to make the offer. Now, you are a woman, what do you think was the answer?” Hc_ was Silent} for a moment, then with his eyes fixed thoughtfully on the glass, he sald: fro slowly chine, her quivering ture of he “I cannot guess. You must tell mt:L pleasex’r’ murmured Florls. Floris had started with a sudden movement, and her face had flushed, then turned pale. Floris sat perfectly motionless, but her fingers clasped each other so tightly that where they met the flesh \‘vent whiter than snow. have to pay their Own costs of the last trial. I asked the amount, and learned that it was five thousand pounds.” “You are til‘cu‘. I forgot that you had traveled some distance toâ€" day. Pray forgive me! My story will keep till some other time l” and be half rose. “Yes, an old lady and he) daughter. I asked how the result of the trial would affect them, and was told that they would be nearly ruined. That is to say, that in ad- dition to losing the estate we had _been squabbling over, they would “No, no!” said Floris, in a. very low voice. “I am not, tired, I am not, indeed! Pray go on! I am very muchâ€"interested, my lord.” He was silent for a momem and then resumed. Fighting mm mm; l] l'l CHAPTER III lty me ‘5 sat : tau 1g wiith tle 51 her Situatluu. do not 9 I am FlS Sllent 0R, LADY BLANCH 1'5 BITTER PUNHSIIMBNT m I o \v t, her face hidden 1 fluttered to and movcd by a ma» (Con’d.) Ll [I :1 a de 1‘01' tor lips “I’ll think it over and let you know in the course of two or three months, Betty,” he said, rising. Lady Pendleton shrieked. "Two or three months! Why, the fair is next week! You are the most provoking of men, Bruce; now isn't he, Miss Carlisle?” The name was spoken at last. He was looking for his opera hat while she had been speaking, but at the sound of the name he stop- ped and turned, and swiftly, but slowly round upon them. “What on earth is the matter? Why do you look at her like that? Why, Bruce, you have grown quite paleihasn‘t he, dear?” m. auauuAy uuu vvlv): ~uum D . w . _ . J . 7 - “Really? I didn’t know you knew anything about them, or anything else that was useful. It. is very good of you to listen to him, my dear,” to Floris. “And now, Bruce. about this fancy fair. You must stay for it! I must; have you down among the patrons; See how well your name would read! fPatrons: H. R. H. the Prince of Wales, etc., etc »â€"avll the royal famâ€" ily,’ you knowâ€" and then ‘t-he Right Honorable, the Earl oi Normanâ€"5 ” Floris’ head sank lower. Yes, his name was Norman! But why, oh, why had she not known it be- fore! Why did the" call him Bruce ’2 Carlisle! Lord Bruce Norman stood with his hat in his hand, his eyes fixed on Floris" face, his own almost stem with me shock of sur- prise §he name; had caus_ed him. As for Floris, she tried to meet the intent gaze with a calm, stead- fast regard. but her eyes drooped, and her face grew flushed. “Why, yes! And Why not 2 What is the. matter with you both?” de- manded Lady Pendleton, voluny. “You look as if you had seen a ghost, Bruce. and you, Miss Car~ lisle, as if you had been caught do- ing something especmlly naughty!” Lord Norman was one of the first With a grim smile he took his eyes ofi the beautiful, downcast face, and turned them to his cousin with a kind of pitying amazement. “Don‘t be alarmed, Betty,” he said, quietly; “I didn’t know that I had caught the. name rightly. I think I will go now," and he gave her his hand, his eyes wandering again to Floris’ face, pale and der her burden of shame and con ftlslon. “What name? Whose name? Miss Curlisle! This young lady’s name is Miss Floris Carlisle,” and she laid her hand on Floris" arm. fancy fair dear Z" “What name did you say’l" he asked, his eyes fixed upon Floris’ dcwncast face with its closely shut lips and white bILOW, wrinkled un- “My dear Bruce, how kind of you to stay! And what, have you two been talking about?” with her head on one side. “I have been giving Missâ€"this young ladyâ€"an account of tho vari- ous fishes and shells to be found within the Mediterranean circle, my dear Betty,” he answered, in- stantly, and with calm gravity. She tried to rise and had suc- ceeded in making an effort, when Lady Pendleton flitted toward them. sion, illusion. charm. spell, which- ever you like to call it, there is no cure like change of scene. There- fore, you understand, though my cousin never will, LOl‘ I shullynever tell her, Why I have ordered my yacht and am off to the Mediterran- ean. I am going to take the vision of Floris Carlisle out with me, and drop it, with the memory of it, in the blue sea, in the hope that it will sink, and sink, and rise to haunt me no longer. As for the note, I will keep that to remind me when I an] old and gray, and on the verge of the grave, thth I once loved a girl whom I had never seen, and whose only words ad- dressed to me were the written ones of scornâ€"contempt!” WTVh’erre was a stibt-Ie music in his v01ce that rang deep down in Florls’ heart and made her tremble. l'oud once more. “Now mind, Bruce!” exclaimed .ady Pendleton, clinging to his and and covering a yawn with her in at the same time. “You are 3 come toâ€"morrow, and help us with our valuable suggestions about the incv fair costumes; isn’t he, my Lord Norman was one He will not Iéld l CHAPTER IV Moms “‘0 promise. oodtnight mat In his 11d extend aid ness th me In 2’ her hand, but, she merely inclined her head, and mth a. very low but ste_rnibow he left them together. Lady Pendleton dropped into a, chair with a little laugh and looked at the door through which he had passed. “Dear Bruce! Isn’t he hand-- some, my dear? Not dollified, you knowâ€"I hate your pretty menâ€"but right down handsome.” Lord Norman started, and stood perfectly motionless. With a yawn the man stretched himself and stood upright, and, in doing so, presentâ€" ed, in form and feature, an almost perfect copy of Lord Norman him- self. Excepting that the earl was in evening dress and the man in a well-worn suit of serge, the re- semblance in figure was almost com- plete, Lord Norman did not start, but stood as if turned to stone. The awakened man yawned, and stared vacantly for a moment. then, rub- bing his eyes, exclaimed: “Is that you, Bruce ‘2” “Raymond!” exclaimed Lord Norman, sternly. “What brings you here? Why have you come?” The man called Raymond laughed out loud. “That. means a long story; and you hate long stories, don’t you? You alwa": did! I’ve come from Australia. Why have I come? Be- cause I’d nowhere else to gof Where should I go, but to my old friend, Bruce Norman '2" and the visitor smiled with incffable satis« faction, as if he had answered the question completely. “How did you make your way in here ’2" Norman asked. “I told your manâ€"â€"capital valet you’ve got, Bruce Iâ€"-that I was your brother, and, convinced by the like “Listen to me, Raymond,” saidl Lord Norman, regarding him graveâ€" ly, and almost sternly; “if any one were told that I found you lying here in one of my rooms at mid-l night. they would conclude that, as I you fli‘c no relation of mine, there was some tie of friendship or inter- l est between us, would they not? Beyond the fact that we were sclimlfellows. that we spent some foolish youthful days together, and There was a couch and a couple of chairs, besides the inevitable bath. and Lord Norman was taking off his coat, when suddenly from the couch there rose a man. \’\'ith a 'sigh he turned out the lamp and went into the next room. It was the dressing-room, between the sittingâ€"room and bedchamber, and was dimly lit by a shaded lamp, held in the hands of :1 Venus Aph- rodite. “Why do you call him Bruceâ€" and not Lord Norman?” aske Floris, almost abruptly. The ray: of the lamp, standing on the sandalâ€"wood table; fell upon Persian hangings and Fez china, on delicately-indaid Chippendale chairs, and tapestryâ€"covered loung- es. “No, I cannot! What is the good of burning it when the girl’s face, and her voice, and the very turn of her head, possess and haunt me! Ho“; beautiful she is! How beautiâ€" ful I ’ - For some time he walked to and fro, his brows knit, his dark eyes flashng with the intcntness of his thoughts; then he drew the sheet of notepaper from his pocket, and held it over the lamp. as if he had Isudv denly arrived at some decision. But as the paper began to curl and turn brown with the heat he drew it away. Then he paused, half resolved to go to his club, but turned westward instead, and reaching a. quiet street beyond the marble arch, rang the bell of One. of the houses which, palatial in size, was divided into sets of chambers. Ascending to his own suite, he opened the door with his key, and entered a luxuriantly decorated and furnished sittingâ€"room. “Because we always called him Bruce while his father was alive, and can’t get out of the way now, my dear,” said Lady Pendleton. “We used to be playmates. I was always a favorite of his. Perhaps â€"â€"â€"-â€"” sh~e sighed, then laughed. Lord Norman descended the stops, and stood for a moment look~ ing absently out- at the quiet street, but when a cab pulled up, he shook his head, and strode off with the air of a. man too restless to sit quiet. He passed out into Park Lane and down beside the railings, and cross- ed the road into Oxford street. “But he was so poor and Sir Edâ€" ward was so pressing. You’ve no idea, what a. good fellow my hus~ band is, my dear!” quicklyâ€"“the very best in the world! And now, goodnight. Shall I come up to show you your room 1” But Floris would not permit this, and assuring her ladyship that she could find the way by herself, went to her own room. When she fell asleep, after hours of wakefulness, it was but to dream that Lord Bruce stood before her, the fatal sheet of paper in his hand, the dark eyes fixed reproachfully upon her. I Spoke the trtfth, he let He glanced at ed his face, Wi‘ iar winningness mournful, to L “Bruce, let ‘ Just for auld the returned w you have lavisl trying to win i fibsefit kind of wax them. “Do you rememl â€"â€"â€"almost a‘ some mont card.” that few withstand Ks he did so his sleeve knocked rlown an ivory box, and a. pack of nails fell out. While he was filling he glass with wine, Raymbnd’s \yes were fixed on the cards, and he same gleam which had shone .1 them before now lit them up. Slowly he drank the wine and set the glass down, then he stooped and picked up the cards, and in an absent kind of wav began to shuffle a++++++++++‘+++++++++¢ R ESULTS FROM FERTILIZERS. The twentyâ€"first annual report of the Dominion Experimental Farms contains valuable data from Dr. Saunders in regard to manures and commercial fertilizers. It is pointed out that the experimental plots at the Central Experimental Farm, Ottawa, for the testing of difie-re‘nt kinds of fertilizers, as applied to wheat, barley, oat-s, corn and roots, are conducted on lines similar to those which have been in existence for over 65 years at Rothamstcd, England- They are reported upon for the 20th consecutive season, “Wait,” said Lord Norman, folâ€" lowing him. “I am sorry that I spoke harshly to you; but when I saw you so unexpectedly, I remem- bered one or two similar visits that you had paid me in the old days; I could not forget that I had given you a large sum of money to enable you to leave the country. {lnElâ€"v” 7 v “I ought to have stopped there,‘ Raymond finished for him. “So I ought. But, upon my word, Bruce, five wars of stone-breaking is suffi- I} ciont for any mahjâ€"z Lord Norman looked at the white hands significantly. “When I say stone-breaking, of course I speak figuratively. If I haven’t been stone-breaking, I have been doing things equally un- pleasant.” “Well, I )V'ill give you some “None at all I” responded the obher, after a moment’s pause. “Did I ever say that I had i” “Acts speak more plainly than words sometimes. Why are you here in my rooms at; midnight?” “For the best of all possible rea- sons, my dear Bruce! because I haven’t anywhere else to g'). I’a‘ go to a hotel if I could, but I haven’t a. penny. Of course, if I am unwelcome I will go. I don’t care to be told twme. You are looking wellâ€"and yet slightly worried ; that comes of being a. noble, you see! Now, if you were simple Oscar Raymond, you would look as cere- less as I do. Goodnight,” and he took up his hat, a, soft felt, much the worse for wear, and moved to- ward the door. Q++++++++++++++++++++f Alma]: Hm Farm i that you are said to resemble me, what clalm hayieJyou upon imp?” )0 you remember i to have, Bruce T )rd Norman noddc You used to play to win It b: 1ghed a soft ew would ha ("1:0 be continued.) let us have 11d lang sy d wanderer ,_t u slnce peculiar fashion, ed his handsome ng but a. pleasant 1 sudden laugh, he ‘ey and dropped it a, smile of half playfu ‘d Norman’ awe OllI I did the ecarte one 11 :am :" anu ;ical laugh en able to and burn uchc Hun it is Grandma.â€"‘ men now are fifty indicates the of a farmer, < sentmls, as team safe Wheat b weather f( on it mixe< mg; the for them per ton the bulk as much SIM Pulverized chm-coal should be set where the fowls can partake of it whenever desired. Besides improv- ing the lustre of the plumage it is a. conditioner that has few equals» If also is an absorbent, taking up many of the detrimental gases in the intestines. A feature of the barley expert ments is the evidence adduced it favor of comm-on salt. This, ap plied annually at the rate of But pounds per acre, gave, in 1907, z yield of 32 bushels 44 pounds, thi average yield fur 19 years being 21 bushels 33 pounds. In the ow plots. it is noticeable that, in 1907, the yield from the rotted-dung p101 was 64 bushels 4 pounds, as com- pared with’ 51 bushels 6 pounds tron: the freshâ€"dung plot; but on the av erage of 19 years, the freshâ€"dung plot gave a yield larger than the rotted-(lung plot by nearly three bushels. Evidently, the special character of the season of 1907 wa: more favorable that year to the in- fluence of the rotted dung, as in previous years, the yield from the freshâ€"dung plot has been thr greater. mg 1E ong nm' the mot LIVE STOCK NOTES. m a. that a! If the ld from the rotted-dung p101 : hushels 4 pounds, as com with 51 bushels 6 pounds from: shâ€"dung plot; but on the av- of 19 years, the freshâ€"(lung we a. yield larger than the (lung plot by nearly three 3. Evidently, the special tor of the season of 1907 wa: axon-able that year to the in- are t} the s 3-1‘ you Rn: any man 32 bushels 44 pounds, ‘0 yield for 19 years being 33 pounds. In the 0 is noticeable that, in 19( from the rotted-dung pl )ushels 4 pounds, as co: th’ 51 bushels 6 pounds frc lâ€"dung plot; but on the a l]( They :nd. Old hogs do well i with water. It is good ‘ or to keep an animal healthy condition, which is necessary wit-h breed~ They do not need fatten- Jre fat the worse it is It does not- cost so much middlings, and besides: E manure is about twice Itd nm-on salt. 'i‘hls, ap fly at the rate of But acre, gave, in 1907, z JIISIICIS 44 pounds, th( :1 for 19 years being 2! )ounds. In the 0.3.1 ,_L:,.n..L.1- Hunt. 5“ 1nm~ tl 0W 1H1 nkempt, put up cept nee< that so ce-l't-ainl‘ ‘prise and thrif lack of these es condition of hi a. poorly til farm buildir t not always or mamte Its tasks. cheap omed . to prom 1g euoug) [own wt 1 ) warn: do we]. al'( quxr 11‘ them \V un 1E