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There was no one in the street excepting a couple of children at play in the road and a woman 101-. ling at a door, and Floris was won- ' daring whence the sound [\rom‘wd With her book under her arm she was walking quietly through a. nar- row street when, suddenly, there came upon the drowsy, shadowy si- lence the sound of men’s voices raised in anger. ’ Slowly, dreamily, Floris crossed the bridge on this May evening, and reached the library. She stood talking to the librarian, to whom she was known, then she set off for home. Mrs. Sinclair had no friends beâ€" sides the clergyman and the profes- sor; no English newspaper ever en- tered the house; no tidings of the great world on the other side of the channel ever reached the Violet Villa, as it was called, and Floris knew nothing of Lord Norman’s ac- cident and illness, guessed nothing of the plot which Lady Blanche and Oscar Raymond had so skillfully woven and put into execution. ’1“; all intents and purposes, so completely was her present life diâ€" vided from the old one that Floris Ca-rlisle might indeed have been dead and Lillian Wood have sprung from her ashes. Floris’ work was not difficult; for two. hours in the morning and an hour in the evening she was occu- pied in making notes and copying extracts for the great work; the rest of the time was at her own disposal, and she disposed of it in learning Italian in the quietude of her own room. or wandering dreamâ€" ily about the beautiful city. In U -V _~_a...v. It was in consequence of this faxi- ing eyesight that she had advertised for a young girl to assist her, and she soon found that she had se- cured a treasure in Floris. She was passionately fond of flowers, and had made them a study over since she was a girl; but; the book had not got itself written yet, though she was now an old woman with white hair and failing eyesight. Mrs. Sinclair’s great ambition was to wrlte an exhaustive work on botany. Mrs. Sinclair was one of thosa eccentric people who permit them- selves to be absorbed by an idea, and give up everything in life' to the pursuit of it. ‘ Floris had come to Florence in the beginning of the winter, with a. bout that was too heavy, as Dante says, to ache much, and had found a. quiet but not unfriendly welcome from the lady who engaged her. * Among the English at Florence is had been quite an amusement, during the long winter months, to guess at the history of‘the graceful English girl who was seen so often in her solitary walks about the city; but not one of the .chatter boxes ever imagined for a moment that the girl who lived in the little house at the corner of the square, with the eccentric old Mrs. Sinclair and who was called Lillian Wood, was none other than Floris Car- lisle, once so \ncarly Countess of Norman. It was a very lovely face even in that city of lovely faces, and the people had elected to call her, not by the name she had assumed, Lil- lian Wood, but “the pretty Eng- lish lady!” and there were many who were pleased at winning a smile from her sweet, and face as at drawing the copper coins from the grand people who rode lazily through the parks or crawled lan- guidly along the quays. he was dressed in mourning â€"â€" not heavy Grape, stiff and hideous, but of simple black merino, reliev» ed by a touch of white lace or lin- en at the sleeves and throat. “If I were asked which was the most beautiful month in the year,” said a. fomous French traveler, “I should answer ‘May;’ and if you asked me where I could choose to spend it, I would say ‘Florence.’ ” On one of the bridges, and beam iug against the stonework and look- ing down at the river was a. young girl. It; was May, a. lovely, balmy, plea- santly smiling May, and Florence was looking at its best. Fighting Life’s Battle; CHAPTER XXV. GR, LADY BLANCHE’S BITTER PUNISHMENT Floris started teacup. “Ed was, an anlishman, and that 1s why‘they gent for me, of “I am late this evening, dear ma- dam,” he said, after exchanging greetings. "But. I was detained on my road hither by an aceident. I was crossing the road by the hos- pital when the porter ran across and called me. in. A man had been brought in who had been stabbed in the streets.” He was a very old gentleman, very greatly respected and beloved by the English community in Flor- ence, and a constant visitor at the Violet Villa. Floris was sipping her‘tea an hour afterward, when the servant announced the clergyman. In another moment the police came up, and Floris hurried home to tell the terrible story to Mrs. Sinclair. 7 The street, so silent a minute/ago, seemed to start into life as if by magic, and a crowd gathered round the two figuresâ€"the prone man with his white face, and the kneel- ing girl with her gentle, pitying one. Crying for help as loudly as she could, Floris knelt down beside him and raised his head. At the moment, while Floris was thanking her stars that the affair had ended and that she was free to go on her way, the Italian mis- ed his hand, something gleamed brightly in the murky gaslight, the Englishman uttered a sharp cry, and fell and staggered up against the post of the doorway in which she hid. “Just; this, my friendâ€"that if I had not cheated, as you call it, oc- casionally, I should have stood lit- tle chance against you who cheat always! Good-evening.” And with a simple Inovement he wrenched the man’s hand from its fre_nzie_d clutch and_ fiurrggd raway. “Certainly not!” replied the Englishman. “Why should I? I have won your money; is that what you complain of ’I You have won enough of minf, my friend.” The Italian ground his teeth. “You are a cheat!” he hissed. The Englishman laughed. “You ought to know a brother- artist when you see him, certain- ly," he retorted, quietly. “You are an authority on the subject whom I should not care to dis- pute.” “You mean-â€"'l” snarled the Italian. “You shall not go! Hear me! I say you shall not go I” said the man who held him, vehemently. “You ~y0u English are all alike, you Win our money and then, houfl you fly! Come back!” “Thanks no!“ said the, Enghsh‘ man, with a smile that was more exasperating in its cool sang froid than any verbal retort. “YouV will not?" shouted the other, through his set; teeth. He did not see her, and would have walked past with a. quick though not hurried step, but the man who followed him sprang for- ward and seized him by the arm. .The first man turned and faced him coolly enough, but with a glit- ter in his eyes that made Floris tremble. “Well!” he said, in Italian, but Withran English accent. He was particularly handsome, with a pair of dark flashing eyes, and all the manner of a. young man, though his hair, cut close to the head, was greybalmost whiteâ€"and his face close shaven. L It was a. singularly striking face, and it affected Floris strangely; why, she did not know. It almost seemed to her for the moment as if she had seen him be- fore, and she looked at him with a quick, frightened pulsation of her heart. ed when, from the house opposite which she was standing two men came out. They came out hurriedly; the foremost one in silence, the other one vociferating in the sharp, excit- ed Italian fashion. Something in the appearance of the first man attracted Floris’ at tention, as she stepped back to al- low them to pass she saw that he was an Englishman. / and put down her Sand for free samp‘le (‘0 Dept. w. 1... Hana! Drug & Chemical 00., Toronto. She noticed? as she did so ihat his face was more pale and bag- gard than when she had first seen i‘r‘Do not be alarmed. I beg of you,” he said, in a soft grave voice. “I fear that I have startled you ’2” “Noâ€"â€"a little perhaps,” said Floris, looking up at him slowly. He raised his hat as she looked up, and his dark eyes met her start- led gaze with a. calm but earnest appeal in them. She awoke from her reverie with a start, and was startled to see the Englishman she had last seen lying on the cold stones, standing quiet- ly at her elbow. Three weeks passed and the rou- itime of Floris’ life went on unbrok- en like the daily round of a. well- made clock, and she had almost “remembered to have forgotten” the incident of the gambling fray. She had so far forgotten it that she had resumed her old solitary wan- derings about the city, and one af- ternoon was seated under the trees in the square with a book in her hand, and her eyes fixed on the en- purpled hills, when she became conscious that some one was stand- ing beside her. ‘ Perhaps if Oscar Raymond’s hair had been black and he had worn a moustache, the resemblance would have been too great to escape her notice, but in the six months of dissipation Oscar Raymond uad altered and aged considerably. 31nd it would have been impossible for him to repeat the comedy which had proved‘a tragedy for Floris Carlisle! She went ‘upstairs to her room, and setting her lattice batik, looked out to the city with its countless lights beaming like fireflies in the darkness; but it was not of Florâ€" ence or the-scene she had seen in the streets she was thinking; strangely unaccountably, her thoughts had travelled backward to Lord Norman, and' more clearly than she had seen him for months past his face rose before her men- tal vision. And yet it did not oc- cur to her that the face of the wounded men, Oscar Raymond, was like that of her lost lover. Floris turned the name over in her mind for fully a minute, but she could not recollect ever having heard it before. \ “Yes ‘1” said Floris. ‘ “Yes. He is a. well-known man in Florence, and bears, I am sorry to say, too famous a character as a gambler. He came here, why, dear me, a, few weeks before your atâ€" rival, my dear Miss Wood. A rich man it was reported, at any rate he seemed to be in possession of a, large sum of money and, for a. time lived in great style. He became a member of one of the fastest clubs here, and soon got himself known as a. men who played continually and for large stakes. Then he dis- appeared for a. time, and I hem-d that he had caught the fever. Per- haps that accounts for the change which I observed in him this even- ing; his hair, which was dark, has become almost grey, as is sometimes the case with young men with bleak hair. His name is Raymond, Oscar Raymond.” course. I found the poor fellow in the surgeon’s hands, and very much exhausted. It appears that he was stabbed while coming out of a house in one of the streets 03 the square. I suspect it was a quarrel arising from some gambling transaction. His account of the affair was not very clear; indeed, he seemed anx- ious to hush the matter up, and was very reticent.” "No, only slightly, not danger- ously ; at any rate he recovered very quickly and, strange to say, has left the hospital. They tried to persuade him to remain, but he re- solutely declined and came out with “Is it possible?” breathed Floris. “He is an Englishman!” he said, as if that explained the man’s ob~ stinacy. “An Italian, now would have given in and laid there for a. month. Poor fellow, I happen to know a great deal about him." “Is he very badly wounded?” asked Floris in a slow voice. CHAPTER XXVI. A Time Table-There can be no question that early rising pays. Most dairymen will admit that to rise an hour earlier than is their custom seems like having two hours added to their working day. The morning hours are worth twice as much as are the afternoon ones. These immediately preceding reâ€" marks may appear platitudes, but they are worthy of repetition, and they illustrate my point. In the daily round are many things that could be improved. For instance, during the autumn, as the milking cows decrease, more time should be left and one or more milkers might be spared from the pails for other work. It is notice- able, however, that, instead of early rising being continued in this season, frequently the bed still 1holds its occupant at 7.00 3.111. Consequently, the milking does not start until 7.30 a.m., and inâ€" stead of one or more milkers being spared for other and necessary work, all hands go to the pails. There, relieved of the urgent need of haste, they take nearly as long to milk the herd as in the summer. So that it sometimes happens that, where a creamery has a score of suppliers, not one of them brings his milk before eight o’clock. By the time the cart is back, the cans washed, the shed cleaned and the manure spread the morning has‘ flown. i System of the Dairyâ€"In the farm} ing business, as in every other, systematic working means more money. Many farmers do not re- gard their time as worth so much moneyâ€"at least. in practice. Few of them could tell one, off hand, exactly how much their farm return- ed them in any particular year. System means more money. In the business world it is now being perfected in practice. Those colos- sal moneymmkersâ€"the big trusts-â€" are built on system. In America, patentees of devices that will save even one minute daily become rich, so greatly is time valued. We in New Zealand have not yet attain- ed to America’s business developâ€" ment, but even here method in every business is fast developing, says the New Zealand Dairyman. “Yes, there is'a great deal,” he said, gravely. “I have not for- gotten”â€"he stopped, as if uncer- tain how to proceed, then went on after a. pauseâ€"â€"“I fear I must have been the cause of great uneasiness and alarm to you. I wish that my friend had made his rash attempt half an hour sooner or later.” (To be continued.) “There is nothing to forgive,” said Floris, calml}. “This is the second time, I have been unfortunate enough to alarm you,” he said, gently, and with a touch of genuine self-reproach and regret in his voice. “I beg you to forgive me.” it, and that his left hand’was tfil'ust in the fold of his coat. ‘MWWWM THE DAIRY AND SYSTEM. Suppose {he farmâ€"er had a time Spohn Medical (10. 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Jhkcyâ€"“Sincerpa has stopped go- ing to church he never brings home any more umbrallas.” Ten to one it’s your own fault it luck is against you. “W611,” he replied, “it seems like ten to me.” Ministerâ€"“Mv dear little boy, why don’t you get 72m umbrella?” Printed musical notes were first used about 1464. Good édvice ris the kind you re- member too late that you forget to ““Why, VJohn,” ihterrupted his wife, “we have only been married three years.” “On our wedding day ten years “301: My flattsz “Tryin’ to rise too fas’ in life is tiresome uphill work.” said Uncle Eben. “Loafin’ will send you speedin’ down do toboggan whah you‘ll finish wif a bump. De beu’ way is jes’ to go ahaid an’ be on de level.” Recruiting officials at Naples have discovered that a. poor young pea. aunt who had been enlisted is the son of Signora Esther Baldini, I: wealthy lady who entrusted her child to a nurse, lost him, and had been searching for him for twenty years. The young man is now heir to $1,000,000. This time table is not recommend- ‘ed as a hard and fast code, but r3.- ther, as a, “ground plan” of work. Where the dairy herd is larger, the tilling practically nil, and the fem- fly (or hands) small, and where a, milking machine is used it cannot be applied in its entirety. But with modification to suit cases. it should 'prove an all-helpful time table. The author’s aim in it is: To eco- nomize time, to order everything on the farm, and to get the, utmost amount done without strain. The- deteils of the morrow’s work should be filled in by the farmer on the night before, so that the work of the next day is planned and can be started without delay. Time Tableâ€"Six a..m., men rise r 0.30 to 7.30 a.m. feed and harness horses, and milk; 7.30 a.m., breakw fast; 8 mm. dairy hands (two) on the return of cart, feed calves and; pigs (if any) and wash cans and' buckets; 8 a.m. to 12 noon, agri- cultural hands commence regular work;'9.30 mm. to 11 a.m.. one dairy hand to clean pails, cart and spread manure, the other .to assist 0r chop wood and assist in field; work; 12 noon to 1 o’clock, gener-. n1 dinner hour; 1 p.m. to 5 p.m.,' field or (agricultural) hands con-- tinue work; 1 pm. to 3.30 dairy hands assistfield hands, when one- goes for the cows; 4 p.m., two dairy hands (it is assumed that very few cows need milking in these; months) milk cows and afterward‘ do odd jobs; 5 p.m., field hands cease work, unharness and cover horses; 5.30 p.m., tea. table arranged on a slate (so 9139.6? items could be easily erased). The' following time table is suggested to‘ serve from the beginning of June; (in any year) until the end of Au-- gust. 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