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“Yâ€"es, so I had; but I don’t think I will go.toâ€"night~that is, if I shan’t be in the way. I don’t know what the papers will say; no doubt they’ll imagine‘yI’vE had a. domestic bereavement.” “Not to-night! Why, I thought youllad to spo_al§!”_ “N~o, not to-night, I think,” answered Sir Edward. After clinner Sir Edward sat (we? his Wine with Lord Norman for a little while, then he rose. “Going to the house, I suppose?” said Lord Norman. Their welcome in Grosvenor place was characteristic of Sir Edward. . “How do you do, Miss Carlisle’l” he said, holding her hand and lookâ€" ing at her in his grave way, but with a kindly light in his keen, ab sorbed eyes. “I am very glad to sea you back. and I have missed ou very much indeed. Bruce is a ucky fellow indeed,” and he took and wrung Lord Norman’s hand. And so it happened that Floris, who a few months back had left England alone and friendless, re- turned to it like a. Queen of She- ba! 7 ' They started in the morning. Ev- erything that wealth and influence could effect was done to surround the journey with luxury and ease. If Floris Carlisle had been a {rinsess of the blood royal, as ady Betty said, there could not have been more fuse; and yet there was so little real fuss. In his quiet ‘way, Lord Norman secured sleepingâ€"cars, engaged the best rooms, had carriages in wait- ing, and arranged everything al- most as if by magic. wish.” 7 ' “But you, dear Lady Betty?” “Oh, I am of no consequence,” said her ladyship, with a laugh. “Besides, really and truly, I am dying of anxiety to get you home, to have you to myself for a few daysâ€"I shan’t have you long, I know, for_Bruce is most intemper- at:er anxious to appropriate you altogether. But do let us start to- morrow, if you can; I am sure no one will be gladder to see you than er Edward. My dear, if I wasn’t one of the most sensible women in England, I should have been most; dreadfully jealous of you! Sir Edâ€" ward thinks there is no one in the world so clever and bright and good looking as ‘Miss Carlisle,’ and he has talked of you and regretted your absence every day. So let us go back toâ€"morrow.” “Now, I don’t want to kfxow anything mvre than Bruce has told me, my deal ” she said, after she had a good cry and nearly exhaustâ€" ed herself ,by lavifihing caresses on Floris. “In fact, he has forbidden me, at the risk of his sore displea- sure, to talk about the‘ past; 'but I’ve, only one question to ask, and that is, ‘Can you start for Eng- land toâ€"morrow ’2’ ” “To-mo:row I” said Floris aghast. Flvcris’ hstonishment at her ap- pearance was only equaled by her delight. “I thought you would come back,” she said dryly; “and now I suppose I may finish my great book lilysglfj Miss Wood, I mean Miss It wats very "short, but it was very emphatic enqugh, for in three days Lafidy Befoty was at the Violet Villa. That ev'ening he sent a. telegram to_ Lady Betty: “Oh, no!” said Floris, flushing; “I shall stay with you, madam.” But Mrs. Sinclair caught Lord Norman’s eye, and met his smile with a significant one of her own. Cérlisl'e E” iMrs. Sinclair expressed no as~ tomshment whatever at their re- turn. It was a. magic journey, that re- turn to Florence, and though the two said but little their hands locked together, and their eyes which met each other’s ‘ever (and aggip, spoke volumes. “Oh, aignorita,” she whispered, as Floris, full of tenderness to all and everything in her new-born happiness, stooped and kissed her. "lethal; Signor your lover? Yes! Ah, but he is handsome and noble, is ho not?” ' They went back to the carriage very sedately, but Marie, though young, was knowing. “Yes CHAPTER XXXII.-â€"(Cont’d) Fighting Life’s Battle; ‘, my dear; that is the’s 0R, LADY BLANCHE’S BITTER PUNIS II 1!] EN 'l‘ ‘ Lord Norman flushed, turned pale ‘and stood for a moment irresolute, :then he followed himrand put a hand on his shoulder. “Bertie!” he said. “Well?” said Bertie, and his face poled sternly under its bronze. “I have no desire to hold any conver- sation with you, Lord Norman.” L‘ord Norman hit his lips. “What does this mean, Bertie '2” he said, gravely. “Ah, I see!” Bertie flushed. 3 “My memory appears to be a better one than yours, Lord Nor- man,” he said; “at any rate, it is good for me to forget that a. man who has act-ed as you have done to an innocent and trusting lady, has lost the right to accost me or any honest man.” “St.op-â€"-for Heaven’s sake! Come with me,” said Lord Norman, quickly, and seizing his arm, lie drew him into a retired spot. “Ber- Bertie Clifforde, for it was he, started and turned around, and extended his hand, then, before Lord Norman could seize it, drew it back, and with a cold, low how was about to pass out. A little after midnight Lord Nor- man went to the refreshment room to get a drink, and had got his glass of champagne, when he saw a. gen- tleman entering at a door opposite him. He set the glass down and strode across the room, with a glad “Berâ€" tie 2” on big; Vlrips. For the first few minutes Floris was a. little shy under the battery which was directed at her by so many curious eyes, but she grasped her lover’s arm, just to reassure herself of his presence, and glanced up at his handsome face With its old patrician impassiveness, and courage came back to her. Before they had been in the room an hour the Lyncth came in, and Floris needed no courage to meet these true friends. Sir Joseph and his good-natured wife were overwhelmed with plea- sure at seeing her, and scarcely left her side the Whole evening. It. was a grand ball, and more crowded than it would have been if the duchess had not carefully cir- culated the news that Miss Carlisle and Lord Norman were actually coming. “Very well,” said Lady Betty; “then we’ll go to-morrow night and gratify the world with a. sight of the future Countess of Norman, whose adventuresâ€"1’ “More or less fabulous,” put in Florisâ€"“have filled the society papers.” “I think we had better go to the duchess’ ball, and get it over, my dear,” said Lady Betty. “Of course ycu’ll be mobbed and stared at, people are simply dying of curioâ€" sity to know the true story of your adventuges; but you won’t mind.” “No, I shan’t mixid,” said Floris, with her old naivete; “not in the least, seeing that I don’t mean to tell any one.” Consequently there was the greatest; anxiety to see her, and Lady Betty was besieged with in- vitations, all pressing in the exâ€" treme. The world at large knew nothing of What had happened, but rumor withlts usual readiness, invented a. hundred and one stories, of all of which Floris was the heroine. The season was in full swing when these two loversâ€"so long separatâ€" ed, so strangely unitedâ€"returned to London, and their advent made a pretty considerable stir. whispered Floris, “for I am very, very happy. dear. Happier, per~ haps, for all that has passed. You see, one wants to know what misâ€" ery is to be able to appreciate, at its full value, such happiness as mine!” “Ah, my dear, how happy you look!” she said, her eyes full of sympathy very near to tears. “Do I? I am glad of that,” -They spent a quiet, delightful evâ€" ening, and when the two ladies had gone to their rooms, Lady Betty h»e]d\Floris at arm’s length. It was a. great compliment to Floris, and one she was fond of talking about in after life, when Sir {Edward had become the “great statesman of the day.” CHAPTER XXXIII. In an instant she broke from the arm of Sir Joseph, who accompaniâ€" ed her, and came toward Bertie, with outstretched hands and glow- ing eyep. “I think I’ll call in the morning, Bruce,” he said, in a. low voice, but at that moment her voice was heard behind them, and the next she had caught sight of him. > But Bertie held back for 'a. mo- ment longer. “Vengeance is mine!” he said. aloud and solemnly. “Don’t; tell me any more, Bertie; andâ€"andâ€"~ not a word to Floris. Come to her now.” “Yes, and died by his own hand. We found a bottle of chloral by the bedside; there was no doubt in the doctor’s mind. We did all we could and I_ stayed and saw him buried. What did you say, Bruce '1” for Lord Norman had murmured some- thing. "It is the same man. Heavens! Dead so soon!” “Yes, for a moment. Now I know of this strange story, I reâ€" member enough of the face to trace a. likeness, but this maxfs hair was ironâ€"grayâ€"â€"almost entirely gray, I am sure.” “It was one I gave him when we were at cgllege together,” said Lord Norman, gravely. “You saw him 1” "‘Yes,” assented Bertie. "You know 1t?” “Did you see it~the case.” llYes'JJ _ “It was a Russian leather case with the Christ church arms on the back._” 1_ Lord Norman started and bit his 113 “News of Oscar Raymond!” re- peated Lord Norman, as if the name were difficult for him to pronounce calmly. Bertie nodded gravely. “Yes. I came by the overland route, you know; my doctor insistâ€" ed upon my making a round of it, anxious as I was to reach England. At Genoa we stayed at the ‘Three Keys’ Hotel~â€"â€"â€"” - “Yes, yes, I know it.’ “The night we stayed there a man was found dead in the room. He was an Englishman, there could be no doubt about that, but there was nothing to lead to his identification excepting a cigar case with the initials ‘O. R.’ ” “Invalid, but not wounded,” said Bertie; “but I am all right now. I shall be able to dance at your wedding, Bruce,’f’ he said, with a. faint flush. _“Wait a. mo- m nt, will you ’3” he added, as Lord Norman was for taking him to Floris. “This Oscar Raymond; you remember the man, of course! See here, Bruce, I don’t want to startle you, but I have news of him.” “I'scarcely deserve forgiveness; you are right. I believed, like a. credulous fool. But don’t think I have escaped punishment; I have had enough of that, Bertie, to satâ€" isfy even you. But come and see Floris. If there was anything wantâ€" ing to complete her happiness, your presence will supply itrâ€"twe have talked of you so much, old fellow. How did-you get home Y-not in- validâ€"not wounded?” and he look- ed him over, anxiously. “Thank Heaven!” he said, at last. “Bruce, forgive me; and J} At first, amazement was the pre- dominant emotion in Bertie’s heart, but this soon gave place to relief and thankfulness. The two-men remained in the quiet corner for half an hour.’ “Hush. don’t say a, word,” said Lord Norman, much agitated. “Wait until I have told you the whole story, Bertie.” “Bertiewyou see, I still dare to call you soâ€"Bertic, if anything could strengthen the friendship and respect I have for you, these words you have spoken, this greeting you have extended to me would do it! Yes, Bertie, I know what. you mean â€"the lady you think I have wrong- ed, to whomâ€"aHeaven forgive me! â€"â€"I did all unintentionally, is my~ is Floris Carlisleâ€"my future wife!” Bertie stepped bdck, mute with astonishment. ‘V‘Atv; last!” she breathed, as he "Lhave just returned to Eng- land,” said Bertie, “and have seen no papers, nor heard any scandal whatsoever; that which I refer toâ€"your conductâ€"happened before I left, Lord Norman. But I am glad I have met you thus soon, as it affords me an opportu» nity of demanding. satisfaction on behalf of a. lady whose name had not better be mentioned, but who honors me with her friendship.” “Satisfactionâ€"~yes!” said Lord Norman, gravely and quietly. “No, there is no need to mention her name.” He paused a moment, then went on, his voice quivering a little. tie. have you not hearthâ€"have you seen none of the papers?” Great Tuberculosis being largely a house or stable disease due to arti- ficial life such as being housed ’or stabbed, every possible precafltion should be taken to prevent disease. One tuberculous ‘cow in a close, All germ-diseases, and especial- ly tuberculosis, are more liable to affect animals that are in a run- down condition, such as cows afâ€" flicted with infectious abortion or retained after birth, than those that are in a strong, healthy condi- tion, for the reason that the animal that lacks vitality acts as a hot-bed for the germs of diseases to propa- gate and multiply, while the healâ€" thy, strong vigorous animal may ward off the disease to some extent. ‘Tuberculosis or ceneumption in icattle .is an infectious and commuâ€" 1nicable disease known by the forma- tion in the glands and other parts of the body of small bunches called tubercles. It is from these tuber- cles that the disease receives its name, Tuberculosis. The germs of tuberculosis enter the body by way of the nostrils in the air breathed, or by way of the mouth or diges- tive tract in feed. As soon as the germs enter thebody they begin to multiply, slowly but surely uno til the entire body of the animal becomes affected; such animals spread the disease to other animals stabled with them and calves or pigs consuming milk from a tuber- culosis cow are liable to become af- fected as are human beings. When you start him out, give him full charge; have him understand that he is to keep a strict and ac- curate debit and credit account with his fowls, and further that the profits of the venture are to beâ€" long to him. It is a mistake to ex- pect a boy to do the work while others take the profits, and it is no wonder that he soon loses interest iin the enterprise under such condiâ€" itions. He should be taught to con- duct his business along business lines, keeping strict account of all receipts and expenditures, cost of production in detail, so that he can know at any time just how the busiâ€" ness is paying. After he is once started give him to understand that it is up to him to keep it go- ing, encourage him in every way, but teach him to be selfâ€"reliant and independent. Advise him when necessary at times and help him in his correspondence, but do this simply as an adviser» and not as a dictator. It only takes a few dol- lars to start a boy in the poultry business. Start him in a small way and let him expand as circumstanc- es warrant. The boy who is permitted to em- bark in the poultry business is beâ€" nefited in many ways. Not onlyii‘s his mind and time occupied, brfif he is given an outlet for the latent qualities that apeél'in him. He at once becomes a'factor in the world of industry and finance. He heâ€" comes interested in business me- thods and receives a, schooling that will help to fit him for the duties yof his later life. He studies the best methods of breeding and pro~ ducing stock and by a system gets the most profit out of his investâ€" ment. He learns to write business letters, keep books, drive bargains, and by correspondence and person- al contact he learns the peculi- arities, whims and idiosyncrasies of people generally.‘ All this will prove valuable to him in later years, when he is perhaps engaged in some mercantile or manufacturâ€" ing business, or even working for some one else. Certain it is that from that mo- ment he became, indeed, a brother to the beautiful woman, and that, though he never married and was a constant visitor-more constant by a very great deal than brothers are Bruce never felt the slightest twinge of jealousy. held her hands, both of them ut- terly indifferent to the people around them. “At last! Oh, how glad I am! How I have longed for you to come back! How glad, how glad I am! Where did you find him, Bruce? It only wanted thisâ€"” Bertie said nothing. not a. word, but probably, like the parrot, he thought the more. “What did I tell you, Bertie?” said Lord Norman, with quiet «tri- umph. TUBERCULOSIS IN CATTLE. Wm” ’OULTRY KEEPING FOR BOYS. (To be continued.) “No, my dear boys,” said the new teacher. “I don’t approve of using a. strap” (enthusiastic and long~continued applause). ’ “No,” went on the gentleman, when the. noise subsided, “I am firmly con- vinced that a stout cane is more effective.” A modern battleship is supposed to last twenty years. As a matter of fact, its real efiicigncy as a. first-class fighting machine is less than half that period of time. Im rovements are be- ing made so rapid y and constantly that ships are an rseded often after having served on y one or two com- missions. It was otherwise in Nelson’s time. The Victory, for example, was launched in .1765 and was therefore forty years old at the battle of Tra- falgar, when she flew the admiral's flag and was accounted quite the finâ€" est linerof battle ship in the'British navy. V And her cost, including her armament, was only about $500,000.-â€". London Standur¢ As we neared the street corner a man in a buggy drove up impatiently. In a ite oi the driver’s evident haste my andsome acguaintanace got in leisurely’ and, liftmg his glossy hat to me with a pleasant smile, was driv- en away. I have a very lasting recol- lection of his face and figure as the buggy disappeared down the empty street. I never saw him again. It was not until a week later that I knew that an hour after he left me that morning he was lying dead in a little hollow behind the Mission Do- lores, shot throu h the heart in a duel for which be ad arisen so early. ~â€"Bret Harte‘s “Under the Red- woods." Nevertheless be greeted me with more than his usual serene cordiality, and I remembered that'he looked up with a half puzzled, half amused ex- pression at the rosy morning sky as he walked a few steps with me down the deserted street. I could not help saying that I was astonished to see him up so early, and he admitted that it was a break in his usual habits, but added, with a smiling significance I afterward remembered, that it Was "up even chance if he did it again.” One morning as I was going out to my very early breakfast at a cheap Italian cafe on Long wharf I was surprised to find him also descending the staircase. He was scrupulously dressed even at that early hour, but I was struck by the fact that he was all in black, and his slight figure, but. toned to the throat in a tightlyfitting frock coat, gave, I fancied, a singular mglancholy to his pale southern irce. He Had an Even Chance. But Fate Was Against Him. I remember one handsome young fellow whom I used to meet occasion- ally on the staircase who captured my youthful fancy. I met him only at midday, as he did not rise till late, and this fact, with a certain scrupu- lous elegance and neatness in his dress, ought to have made me.s:1;~pe°l' that he was a gambler. In my inex- perience it; only invested him with a certain romantic mystery. If the farmer desires to know how to select good clover seed he should 1leern to know weed seed as soon as he looks at it. Then if his eyeâ€" sight isnot good enough to disâ€" tinguish it when it is among the clover seed, let him Spend from 50 cents upWard for a good magnifyâ€" ing glass; and let him buy no clover and not much other seed until he has examined it,,and fennd it'reasâ€" onably clear Of the weed seeds. It may be hard to find it perfectly pure, but there is no use in buy- ing such seed as a. sample sold in Vermont last year, which had 59.. 31C weed seeds in a pound. The seeds of plantain, sorrel, pigweed, smartweed, curled clock and the foxtail grass were the most abum dent in this lot, and each of them might paSS for clover seed at first glance, but can be detected under a magnifying glass. The farmer stands at the head of the list of long livers. He general- ly has to toil hard, but his work is in the open air, and in an alto- gether healthy environment. Good digestion with him waits upon apâ€" petite, and he eats heartily of wholesome food, which nourishes his frame and makes good red blood. The dissipation and vices of cities are unknown to him, al- though he has his innocent plea.â€" sures, and, above all, he is a man Witn an object in life. We think 100 bushels of unleached ashes enough for almost qny crop”6 and certainly upon a. light'loam we‘ would not use more, .,though cab-l bages, potatoes and grass would not be hurt by more, and the heavy application would last longer, but 100 bushels to the acre would show its affect for at least twelve years afterward. foul, hot, badly ventilated stable w? liable to infect all other cattle inf the barn. ’ To prevent and guard? against disease, it is necessary td maintain absolute cleanliness. ~t Dr. David Roberts. TH‘E‘YITWG‘GAMBLEE‘ The Old Wooden Warships. FARM NOTES.