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Lord Norman strode down the avenue between the rows of shops as if he were making for the door; but as he came opposite the flower- stall kept by Lady Blanche, she came outside and called him. Floris stood for a. moment motion- less, he_r color coming and going, her heart beating fast and furiously, then she took up the rose and thrust it gently inside the bosom of her dress. “Bruce!” almost shrieked Lady Betty. “At last! Now, really, you ought to have been here an hour ago!” He bow'ed‘his head, laid a small pile of gold beside the flower, then, Without a word. raised his hat and went out. “A thousand pardons!” he said, in his quiet way. “I have been detained by a meeting of the com- mittee of the Jockey Club. Sold all your rubbishâ€"I beg: pardonâ€"~useful articles? Where is Miss Carlisle ’2” and his dark eyes rove-d around the “Inside,” said Lady Betty. “Now, Bruce, what are you going to buy '2” He scarcely seemed to hear her. “Anything. An antimacassar, pair of slippersâ€"ah, Bertie I” with a nod. “Glad to see you at the good work!” Then, as Bertie made room for him, he bent his head and passed the narrow doorway. “Good-morn- in, Miss Carlisle.” he said. “Some one else might covert it,” she said, simply: stall. “Has it become so hateful to you because I coveted it?” he said, ladly. “Please put it back to show me that I have not sinned beyond forgiveness. I promise not to of- fepd again.’f _ _ _ She took the rose, hesitated a, mo- ment, then, instead of replacing it in the ketchi‘ef, laid it; down on the table. Floris bowed; she was busy giving change at the moment, and did not look up, so that he did not see the sudden flush which swept over her beautiful face. Bertie fidgeted and looked around. “I’ll go and see to my show,” he said: and dlsappeared._ “I hope yoxf Eire taking in a, great deal of money, Miss Carlisle, ” said Lord Norman. “Yes, I think we are,” answered Floris, s_ti1_1_ avpidjng his gaze. 7 “Flbris,” sa.id Laay Beity, cheer- fully, “lqo-k hlm out some pretty, usepr thmgsi’: For all his declaration of indiffer- ence, he was a. long while making his selection, and his da'rk eyes were more often fixed on the lovely face beside him than upon the fancy articles. â€" He stooped and picked it up, and held it out to her, with a look on his face that thrilled her. “Such asfi dolls and tear-cosies, Miss CarlisAle, A pleaseâ€"e’ ’ He went inéicâ€"ive, and Floris turned ovgr thgthings, _1a.ughing the while. “What will you dp with all these?” asked Floris. “Heaven only knows!” he res- ponded. “But. I am not cleaned But yet. Is thereanything here that you have worked or made your- self ’1” ' “No,” said Floris; “Lady Pendle- toinr bought them an.” * “No, but; I’ll take that. No, it Isn’t; that, Miss Carlisle; will you sell me that rose you wear?” he asked, respectfully, almost rever- entially. r'n - 1 p Floris crimsoned for a. moment, and her eyes drooped; then the cold hauteur, which, alas! caine so Easily to her, overspread her beauti- ful face. “It is not for sale, my lord.” “Forgive me,” he murmured, Eenitently. “You are right. It is eyond_price~â€"iini my eyes, at leggy. Obeying a. sudden, uncontrollable \mpulse, she snatched the rose from her bosom and flung it to the ground. He glanced at a. red rose lying on the snowâ€"white kerchlef across her bosom. “There is only one thing I see here that I really care for,” he said! thoughtfully. “Is there? What is it?” askel Floris, innocently looking over the heap. "I thought I had shown you everything‘ Is it that writing- case?” Fighting Life’s Battle; CHAPTER VII.â€"(Cont’d). 0R, LADY BLANCHE’S BITTER PUNISHMENT “No, you see to it, Floris, .my dear; will you '2” said Lady Betty, with a. yawri, and Floris left the room. Sir Edward came in for his din- ner, lookmg wormed and pre ocâ€" cuple'd as usual. - “Mademoiselle need not trouble," broke in Josine, with a jealous flash of her eyes. “I will charge myself with hair ladyship’s com- mands.” “My looks do me an injustice, Josine,” Floris said, pleasantly; she was always pleasant with the girl, though she had a suspicion that Josine disliked her, “I think if I had 3. outlet and a cup of chocolate sent up I should like it better than dinner down- stairs,” said Lady Pendleton. “You Wouldn’t mind keeping Sir Edward company, would you, my dear 2” “Certua'inly not.“ Shall'I tell them to send you‘ up_the c1_1t19tâ€"â€"”‘ _ He stopped and went up to her, his face still dark and gloomy. “What will you have, sir ’1” she asked, mimicking the tone of an ordinary shopwoman. “Lilies are very fashionable just now.” “There is no occasion for made- moiselle to trouble,” said the girl smoothly. “Mademoiselle looks quite haggard witn weariness and ennui,” glancing at Floris’ face, fresh as a, flower and as little hagâ€" gaql as_ a. _chilgl’s. 7“vAnything you'like. What foolâ€" ery it is VT 7 “Very well,” she said; “but don’t think you are over liberal, Bruce. A gentleman just Offered me a. ten- pound note for the camellia. in my hair. A single flower! Bruce, what do you say if I give you my camellia?” and she looked up at him with infinite tenderness in her soft, brown eyes. “Enormous! But what fearfully hard work. I am very glad I don’t keep a shop. I used to think it; must; be quite pleasant to serve in one of the large linen-draper's places, but I’ve changed my mind now. And you mus_t‘_be tired, too I wish you’d go and lie down for a little while.” “I am not tired, said Floris, “anl I 'would like to stay and help J osine.’ ’ “Isn’t it? But it does good, I suppose. Lady Glenloona says that we shall clear four or five thousand pounds. Shall I make you a bouâ€" quet?" Bertie, very tired, and rather hoarse from shouting “Walked up !” outside his show, and singing inâ€" side it, had gone off to his club to dress and get some dinner, and Lady Pendleton was lying down, but far too excited to sleep. “Great heavens, no! What should I do with it? Here, Blanch“, I’ll give you five pounds if you’ll let me off with a. single flower.” “Better keep it for some million- aire who will bid a. thousand or two, Blanche,” he replied, care- lessly. “No,” she said, slowly. “You shall have it, Bruce, and for your paltry five pounds. There it is. Let ‘me fasten it in your coatâ€"do you konw that that makes it worth at least twenty? There,” and she put it through his buttonhole. The fair. was over; the amateur shopwomen had rolled home in their carriages, the secretary of the So- ciety lfor the Improvement of the South Sea Islanders had collected the money, some thousands all told â€"goodness only knows, and on one very much cared, how much of it reached the South Sea’ Islandersâ€"â€" and an army of carpenters was at work clearing away the chatlets to make room for the ball. “A tremendous success, my dear!” she said to Floris, who was helping Josine to put away the Swiss masquerade dresses. “Bruce”â€"-v~ery softly and win- ninglyâ€"“you must wear my flower a'b the ball here toâ€"night.” “I don’t know that I’m coming.” "That is nonsense. Everybody is coming. You will wear it, Bruce '1” He nodded. "If 1 come, Blanche,” he said, and as he strode on, Lady Blanche shot a glance of trmmph toward Lady Pendleton’s chalet. r Vlaid Var, Eveâ€"pound note on the stall. CHAPTER VIII. The dark eyes surveyed h-er cold 1y. could be arranged more effective- 1y.77 y “I dare say,” said Floris, care- lessly; “but I won’t trouble you, . “Thanks. Josine, but I am dress- ed,” safidiFloris. Her dark, heady eyes took in the whole of Floris’ attire at a glance, then sought the flopr. “Miladi would be glad if you would trouble yourself to come to her, mademoiselle,” she said. “And miladi desires me to assist mademoisellq with her toilet." “Lady Pendlebon flayed out, I suppose?” he‘said. “Just what I expected. I am atraid you are tired out, too, Miss Carlisle 1” es,” and, with a. bitfer sinil-é she pushed the rose aside with her feet. “No, Sir Edward,” said Floris, and he glanced at her cheerful face with an air almost of relief and en- joyment. “Everybody seems tired out now-- adays," he said. “The world is go- ing too fast. You have had a very great success, I hear; I met. Lord Clifforde on the steps of the club, he says you have netted a very large amount.” “Thar-ks in no $mall measure to his lordship,” said Floris, quietly. “He has worked very hard indeedf' “No, I will keep it and wear it to remind me of my folly,” and she placed the crimson flower inside the bosom of her white dress. She had scarcely finished dressing when Josine knocked at the door, and scarcely waiting for permis- sion to enter, came in. “Oh, he likes it,” said Sir Edâ€" ward. “He was in the best of spirits. Very difierent to Lord Norman, whom I saw for a mo- ment.” “I am growing foolish,” she thought, “and all because the Right honorable Earl of Norman chooses to amuse himself with Lady Bendle- But a. moment later she stooped and picked up. “Yes 2” said Florls, examining the menu card w1th close attentlon. “Yes; the thing seems to have bored him, and put him out of tem- per. He wanted to quarrel with me for letting my wife and you take any part in it. As if I could help it. unmarried man. By the way, I see they are putting him in the society papers. I brought a Report home with meâ€"ah I here it is. That is the paragraph. ‘We understand that there 1‘s a. prospect of a speedy a-lli- ance between the noble families of Sâ€"-yâ€"r and Nâ€"râ€"-n.’ 'Seymour, 1m ;0 oouemufi; 91;; me seq 93mg Lady Lranche, you know, and Lord Bruce. Was she there toâ€"day? Of course, thoughâ€" ' ton’s companion! What have I done, or said, that he should pre- sume to act as he does? I suppose he thinks a, servant a fair target at which to practige; pretty Aspeech- How respechfully, almost rever- ently, he had begged for it, and how coldly she had denied him! Was it possible that her refusal had put him out of temper 'l" She laughed _with selfâ€"mockery at the idea. “Yes, Lady Blanche was there,” said Floris, calmly, as she laid the paper down beside her plate, and Sir Edward little guessed the pang which his innocent communication had caused her or the shame with which she battled against it. “I am sorry to say I shall not be able,” he replied, without any great exhibition of sorrow either in his 'face or in his voice. “Have got to speak toâ€"night, and must be in my place. I asked Lord Clifforde to look after you.” While she was changing her dress. there fell from‘ it the crumpled flower which she had refused to sell to Lord Norman, and as she look- at it lying on the floor, her face went as red as the rose itself. “Are you gomg t6 the ball, Sir Edward?” she asked. “Miss Carlisle’s costume will not attract the attention of the fash- ionable reporLer, at any rate, but though it may be neither rich nor ra. e, it is, I think, suitable to her station.” Floris lodged to ask if Lord Nor- man was going, but. could not force herself to do so; but Sir Edward’s next words made the question nec- essary. Floris went up to her room, and got out the white dress which ~she had bought- for state occasions. It was a. very simple affair of cash- mere, almost devoid of trimming, save for a line of swansdown at the neck and on the sleeves, and as she looked at it, she murmured, with a smile: “I don’t suppose Bruce will go; he only grunted when I mentioned it to him. Do you care about any dessert? If not, and you will ex- cuse me I will leave the table,” and with a sigh, the hardâ€"worked states- man trudged off to his study to think out his speech. “Pardon! Mademoiselle’s hair . It is a mistake to campei the. hogs to dapend entirely upon the grass .alone, even though the prices of grain and mill feeds are high The stomach of the pig is not- likc that of the sheep or cow and cannot be used as a repositnry for a large amount of course feed at'one time. If allowed to roam at will over a large field the hogs will soil and waste a considerable amount of feed. They will eat only the sweet- est and freshest and will trample on and leave the balance to get tough and ripe, after which time they will not eat it at all. Divid- ing off a; small patch 'at a time with hurdles or movable fence works; well. providing the hogs can be sheltered from the hot sunshine in the middle of the day. All pasture grasses are not of equal value. The poorest kinds are much better than none, but the beâ€" nefits received from any depends largely on the management of both hog-s and pasture. Alfalfa, stands at the head of the list, June clover a close second, with white clover, Juno grass and timothy in the order named. Josino. It does not matter,” and she passed out before her, and, as usual, Josiue peered about the room, and turned over everything Floris had lefl; about. - “I wish you would do my hair like Miss Carlisle,” she said to her maid. aw++++++++++o+§++u++t PASTURlNG HOGS IN SUMMER. “I don’t care whether it’s simple or notâ€"«perhaps that is it. It’s perfectly ravishing! Don’t come near me all the evening, mind, or you will make me look like a May- day sweep l” and she; laughed. Feeding hogs these days is a. very important matter, grain is high and so is every other feed, and as a con- sequence farmers are looking more and more to the hog pasture for relief. “Dressed already!” exclaimed Lady Pendleton. “Oh, my dear, what a lpvely deeSb l" A “Lovely!” echoed Floris, with a smile. “Oh, Lady Pendleton, it is as simple as it: can possibly be.” The girl stood for a moment as if transfixed, then land the ivory brush on the table ,and stood with fold- ed arms, while Floris, willingly enough, arranged Lady Pendleton’s hair as nearly like her own as pos- sible. Floris “laughed with Her, then suddenly her eyes glistened as she looked down at the little woman. “You are very kind to me, Lady Pendleton,” she said, softly. Lady Betty looked up at the glasg. Josine crimsoned and set her teeth. This, after she had inform- ed Floris that her hair was capable of improvement! “I know not how, miladi.” “Thenâ€"do you mind, my dear ’1‘- let Miss Carlisle do it,” said Lady Betty. ' “Oh, thank you my dear! There, Josine, that is how I like it done. I wish you’d learn to do it like that. Remember, new, willryou ‘2" “Yes, miladi,”. said the girl, be- tween her c‘osea lips ;“ “I will re- member. Oh, yes miladi. I will not forge ,” and her white teeth clicked viciously. Q++++++++++++++++++++Y About the Farm? “I say 1” he exclaimed, under his breath, his blye eyqs fixed onuglorihs: The hall was crowded when they arrived, but though Bertie, with a lady on each arm, had to almost fight his way in, their appearance; created what is called in newspaper parlance “a sensation.” “The carriagé, my lady, and Lord Clifforde,” announced a, servant at. the door. Bertie, dressed with the minutest care, and looking handsome enough to turn the head of a. Diana, reâ€" ceived them in the drawingâ€"room with enthusiasm. He blushed again, opening his lips as if about to speak, then took up his opera. hat and led them to the carriage, imo which he put them-with extraordinary careful- ness, as if they would fall to pieces if roughly handled. N “Thank you, my lord,” said Floris2 flaurghjng an_d courte_sying‘. I “There! I told you so I” said Lady Betty, dramatically. “Now, Bertie, speak the truth, and don’t flatter or exaggelate. Isn’t that dress simply lovely?” “I don’t know,” he said. “I only know Miss Carlisle looks like one of Millais’ pictures; is it the dress ‘2” Bertie Blhshed, â€"but Floris smiled quiteA calmly and. parel.§§slyl.’_ It has been found by experience (To be continued.) “Shyâ€"«Will you in future give 1113 35011 easier sums to do at nites‘l l This is what he’s brought hoam two 3 or three nites back 2 ‘If fore gallins 10f here will fill thirtyâ€"to-pint bob~ files, how many pints and half bot- fles will nine gallins of here fill 2’ Well, we tried and could make nothin’ of it at. all, and my boy cried and laffed and said he didn’t dare go bak in the mornin’ without doin’ it. So I had to go and buy a. nin- gallin keg of here, which I could ill afford to do, and then he went and borrowed a lot of wine and brandy bottles. We filled them, and my boy put the answer down. I don’t know wether it is right or not, as we spilt some while doing Never kick a live wife when it's down. “P.S.~~Please ")e in wat 1‘, as ’1 buy more here. QUESTION OF ARITHMETIC. The sehoolmaster’s life is not a happy one sometimes, but in Texas at least it has its compensations. Here is a letter from an anxious parent recently received by a teach- er in that State :â€" and experiment that hogs fed a halfi ration of cornmeal while running{ tr clover will make as rapid gains: as they will if confined and fed a{ whole ration. and that, too, of a! better quality of meat than thatl mde wholly from corn. The grasst bulks up the mass in the stomach} enabling the gastric juices to circu~§ late more freely through it, and di-[ gestion is more completely accom- plished than if grain constitutes that entire ration. And, further, the clover contains the elements that promote the growth of bone and! muscle, which helps to make up a; pretty Well balanced ration. In this day it is highly import» ant that the farmer be a trained man of business. He is beset on all sides by sharpers, who are try~ ing, on one pretext or another, to get his money, and he is constant- ly tempted to make outlays on the farm which are of doubtful expe- diency. We should put back into our business no more than will add to .its eificiency, and that is a point which calls for deliberation and wise judgment; and it is a questsion i1 which the good wife should have her say, for in 99 cases out of 100 her judgment is sound. Just as quickly as the soil is thor- oughly warmed through, sow a? patch of rape, and it will be readyi for the hogs when the pasture is‘ pretty well played out. BEST WAY WITH POULTRY. The farmer should give his mind as far as circumstances will pos« sibly allow, to a continuous egg sup- ply all the year round. He should‘ endeavor to select a. breed, or‘ breeds, or crosses of breeds, besfl suited not only to general egg pros duction, but to his individual cir- cumstances and conditions. He should so regulate the various ages of his layers as to ensure not only the aforesaid continuous supply, but the greatest possible_ number "f eggs in the winter months, when they are scarce and dear, and to do this he must produce pullets of various ages, and also select pos- sibly different breeds for winter and summer laying. He must also study the food supply, and end-ea.- vor to fit it to suit seasons and circumstances. All these little items make a dif~l ference in the number of eggs pre-i duced, and in the consequent pro-i fit, to say nothing of the care nee-1 essary to ensure the possession oil a good laying strainâ€"â€"which is an} even more important factor thanl tr-eed. To produce table fowls at a; profit when they have to be put on the market in the ordinary way‘ (with perhaps the exception of a. few very early spring chickens!) re- quires practically the art of a pro- fossional. Every farmer can with comparative ease, market a large number of new laid eggs every week i1 the year, with great pecuniary advantage to himself and also with benefit to the community at large, for there are always more wanted than can be procured. Cultivation of corn should always be shallow, at least after the plant has obtained any considerable size. As the roots begin to reach wit in search of food they should be pro- tected, and instead of deep culti- vation to cut off and lacerate them, they should be fostered and pro- tected, and induced to grow by shallow work to make a, fine mulch oi the top soil. This will keep mois- ture near the warm surface. The farmer should plan to make his farm a, little better each year. It may be done by making the soil 3, little more productive, draining some wet place, improving the buildings, or even by setting 'out some trees. FARM NOTES. lot the next some I am not able to