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“You’ve forgiven me, then?” said! Flower, hoping that he had concealed a nervous start. “You'll have to get something else to do when we are married, Fred,” saiqiMiss Tipping, tearfully. He broke off disdainfully until such tim_e as Mr. Tipping should have con- quered a somewhat refractory cough. >“In the secret service,” cvc'ntinl‘l'ed Flower, firmly, “has got enemies all round him." Miss Tipping looked at him re- proachfully, but Mr. Tipping, raising his «yes, gasped for air. “But who are these enemies?” ask- ed Miss Tipping, tenderly drawing closcr to Flo.7er. “A man in the govermnet serviceâ€"" began the captain. “Why didn’t you wrfte again quir: 1 Miss Tipping. “I asked you to write to a certain address in that letter I sent you,” said Flower, “and when I came back to England and foundthere was no letâ€" ter, I concludéd that you couldn’t for- give me." “Special trains ‘and all that sort 0’ thing. I s’pose,” said Mr. Tipping, with interest. “Dick,” said Miss Tipping fiercely. "Well," said Dick grutfly. “Hold your tongue.” “I’ve not had any real sleep since," said Flower, pathetically, “what with the danger and thinking of you." “I wrote to'you to explain,” said Flower, glibly; "I went abroad sud» denly, called away at a moment’s no- tice." “It’s a long story,” said Flower. slowly. “But you got the letter I wrote you 7” Miss Tipping shook her head. “You didn’t get it?” said Flower, in surprise. “I can’t think what you must have thought of me.” “I’ll tell you {mat I thought of you, if you’d like to know,” interrupted Mr. Tipping, eagerly. “But where did you go wfien you left me” _t}_1at day?" inquired Miss Tipping- “I’ve been everywhere," said Flow- er, facing them defiantly. “I’ve been hu_n_ted an over the country.” “Give the man time to think," said her brother, exchanging a glance with the other man. Mr. Tipping coughed behind his hand and murmured something inauJibly as his sister entered the room, followedby the third member of the party. “0h, Fred!" she said, wildly: “I wonâ€" der you can look me in the face. Where have you been all this time? Where have you been?” “I’ve no doubt y'ou’re deliéhEed," said Mr. Tipping, coldly. “What are you doing with that knife?” “I thought it was somebody else,” said Flower, putting it down. “I thought it was another attempt on my life.” “Why, Dick," said the skipper, ris- ingtf‘Dickl >Thank goodness it‘s you.” There was thévsoimd of a diminu-I’ tive scuffle outside, then the doorf opened and a smartly dressed young! man, regardless of the fair form of? Miss ChifferS, which was coiled round] his leg, entered the room. I “Nothing-i" said Miss Chifi'ers; “em, you go away, that’s my bed- rogn. Go away, d'you 'ear?" “What’s in here?” inquired a well- known voice, as a hand was placed on his door-handle. CHAPTER XII.â€"-(Cont'd ) . He produced a shilling; and the small girl, with an appreciative nod, left the room, and closed the door he- hind her. Flower, suffering severely from nervous excitement, heard a dis-i cussion in the passage below, and thenl sounds of a great multitude comingi upstairs and opening various doors on‘ its way, in spite of the indignant op- position afforded by the daughter of the house. I Com< .35“. . I... 4}: ES Sealed Packets Only. Never in Bulk. Black, Mixed or Green. E217 Every Leg is of Virgin Quality The Bride’s Name ; Or. The Adventures of Captain Fraser repeated q" “They want looking aft what they want,” said Did with a leer. “That’s quite right, mar,” said Miss Tipping, nodding briskly. - “He’s had a dreadful time, poor teller.” said Dick Tipping, unctuously. “He’s been hunted all over England by â€"Who was it. Mister Robinson 7” “The parties he’s working repe‘ated»Mr. 'fipping. “Somebody ought to talk parties," said Mr. Person, with much deliberation, “t1 they can find ’em." 'v â€"who was it, Mister Robinson?” “The parties I‘m working against," said Flower, repressing his choler by a strong effort. Mr. Pox-son, being thus heckled, sub- sided into defiant mutterings, intend- ed for Dick Tipping’s ear alone, and the remainder of the drive to Chelsea passed almost in silent. Arrived at the “Blue Posts,” Flower got out with well-simulated alacrity, and going into the bar, shook hands heartily with Mrs. Tipping before she quite knew what he was doing. ‘ “And now, Mr. Robinson/’Ehe said, With her hands on her hips, “now for your explanation.” “I have explained to Matilda," said Flower, waving his hand. “You’ve got him, then,” she said, turning to her daughter; “and now I hope you’re satisfied. Don’t stand in the bar; I can't say what I want to say hereâ€"come in the parlor and shut the door.” They followed the masterful lady obgcliexgtly into the room indicated. “Wide-awake ain’t the word for it,” said the other gentleman, shaking his head. “Uncle,” said MiSS Tipping, sharply. “Yes, my dear," said the other, un- easitly. “Kéep your remarks for those that like them," said his dutiful niece, “or else get out and walk.” Miss Tipping squeezed his arm again. “It seems almost too good to be true,” he continued. “I’m almost afraid I shall wake up and find it all a dream.” “I was very lucky to get off as I did,” continued the veracious mariner. “I wasn’t touched except for a rap over my foot with the butt-end of a revol- ver. I was just over the wall in time.” “Poor fellow,” said Miss Tipping, softly, as she shivered and looked up into his face. “What are you grinâ€" ning at, Dick?” “Oh, you’re wide-awake enough," saii Mir. Tipping. The two gentlemen complied. Both were somewhat proud of their grip, and a bystander might have mistaken their amiable efforts to crush each other’s fingers fo'r the outward and [visible signs of true affection. “I s’pose a fellow may grin if he likes,” said Mr. Tipping, suddenly be- coming serious. “This is the first bit of happiness I’ve had since I saw you last," murâ€" muud Flower. "Haven’t got arw," said Flower, quickly. “I managed to get away with what I stand in, and glad to do that." Miss Tipping squeezed his arm, and leaned heavily upon his shoulder‘ The bill was settled at last, and the little party standing on the steps wait- ed for the return of Miss Chifl‘ers, who had been dispatched for a fourâ€"wheel- er. Fred?” inquired Miss Tipping, saadgn; 1y Flower, putting the best face he could upon it, assented with a tender smile, and, following them donwstairs, held a long argument with Mrs. Chif- fers as to the amount due, that lady having ideas upon the subject which did more credit to her imagination than her arithmetic. “You‘d better settle up here now, Fred," said Miss Tipping. “No, to-morrow,” said the unhappy mariner, in a winning voice. “You don’t go out of my sight again," said Miss Tipping, firmly. “Dick, you and Fred shake hands.” Miss Tipping, in surprise; “why, you don’t think I’m going to leave you here surounded by dangers? You’re com- ing home with us now.” “9157 yvhap about your luggage, after that i to them tha “Wantedâ€"A letter to Miss Quite recently a teacher who was giving the children written exercises wrote out this “wanted” advertise- ment: “I can only say,” he said, truthâ€" fully, “that this kindness hurts me. The day I'm married I’ll tell you all.” (To be continued). “First of all, mar, kiss Fred,” said Miss Tipping, who had been eyeing her parent closely. Mrs. Tipping hesitated, but the gal- lant captain, putting a good face on it, sprang up and, passing his arm about her substantial waist, saluted her, after which, as a sort of setâ€"off, he kissed Miss Tipping. Captain Flower sat down in an easy posture as though he intended a long stay, and in a voice broken with emo- tion murmured something about home, and rest, and freedom from danger. “That’s just it,” said Mrs. Tipping, “here you are, and here you’ll stay. After you're married, it'll be Matilda's affair; and now let’s have some tea." “He must be protected against his- self,” said Mr. Porson, spitefully; “that’s the ’ardest part. He’s a man what if ’e thinks it’s his dooty ’11 go away just as ’6 did before.” “Well,if he gets away from Charlie,” said Mr. Tipping, “he’ll be cute. There’s one thing, Mr. Robinson; if you try to get away from those who love you and are looking afted you, there’ll be a fight first, then there’ll be a police court: fuss, and then we shall find out what the Government mean by it." “Nobody shall hurt a head,” said Mr. Tipping, able pathos. “If I lose him again,” said Miss Tip-l ping, dramatically, “if he's spiride away by these people, or anything: happens to him, Dick won’t be 'man- ager here. Uncle Person will have as much drink and as many cigars as he pays for, and Charlie will find an- other berth." l “Mark my words," said Mrs. Tip- pinngprleany, “you’ll lose him again.” “I’m not going to break it off!” said Miss Tipping, fiercely; “I’ve made all the arrangements in my own mind. We shail get married as soon as we can, and I shall put Dick in here as manager, and take a nice little inn down in the country somewhere." “All the same,” said Mrs. Tipping, with a gleam in her eyeS, “I’m not go- ing to have anybody playing fast and loose with my daughter. She‘s got your ring onyher finger. You’re en- gaged to be married to her, and you mustn’t break it off by running away or anything of that kind. If she likes to break it ofi’, that’s a different matter.” pplication for One juvenile “Dear Miss 1 “It’s quite fair," said Flower, try- ing hard to speak reluctantly. “Of course, if Matilda wishes, I’m quite prepared to go away now. I don't wish her to tie herself up to a man who, at present, at any rate, has to go about wrapped in a mystery.” “I thought you were going to say something,” retorted Miss Tipping, scathingly, “and you might as well talk about that as anything- else." “It ain’t right,” said Mrs. Tipping, breaking in, “that you should marry a man you don’t know anything about; that’s what I mean. That's only rea- sonable, I think.” “I came away in a hurry to oblige you,” said Mr. Person. “I don’t think this ié a time to talk about button- holes." “At present,” said Flower, with an appearance of great firmness, “I can’t tell you. I shall tell Matilda the day after we’re marriedâ€"if she’ll still trust me and marry meâ€"â€"-and you shall all know as soon as we think it's safe.” “You needn’t say another word, mar,” said Miss Tipping, wamingly. “I’m sure," said the elder lady, bridling. “Perhaps your uncle would like to try and rmson with you." Mr. Person smiled in a sickly fashion, and cleared his throat. “You see, my dear ” he began. “Your tie’s all shifted to one side,” said his niece, sternly, “and the stud’s out of your button~hole. I wish you’d be a little tidier when you come here, uncle; it looks bad for the house." “It’s all very well for you to make fun of it,” said Mrs. Tipping, raising her voice. “I like plain, straightfor. ward dealing folk myself. I don’t un- derstand nothing about your secret services and Governments and all that sort of thing. Mr. Robinson, have you come back prepared to marry my daughter? Because, if you ain’t, we want to know why not.” “Of course I have,” said Flower, hotly. “It’s the dearest Wish of my life. I should have come before, only I thought wher she didn’t answer my letter that she had given me up.” “Where ’nve you been, and what's it all about?" demanded Mrs. Tip- ng - Her Composition. The A milliner. Apply by 35 Smith, No. 10 Blank 1e children had to make or the position in writing. 1e wrote: ; Smith,â€"-I saw you want I hate to trim hats. Can’t se? Please let Edith Brown." hair of his with inimit- Since salt is necessary to life and is in universal use it is difficult to re- alize that in large amounts it is pols- onous. Many cases of poisoning in chickens have been reported and oc- casionally in larger animals. In one instance salt was by mistake used in- stead of sugar in making a. cake. The cake was given to the chickens and killed all of them. Chickens are very susceptible to salt poisoning and, while the amount that it takes to kill a horse or cow is considerable, this sometimes occurs when these animals are especially salt hungry. The farmer's Wife or daughter who jfinds she thinks it worth her while to Imake butter during the Winter should demand a. room or building that is sshut ofi' entirely from the living quar- ters and that can be artificially heat- ed to such an extent that a free pas- | sage of fresh air can be allowed with- out; reducing the temperature below that desired for best results in churn- ing. Such a dairy as this will help to ensure well-flavored butter; 5 good cream's starter. cleanliness and good ventilation in the stables are ofcourse. other helps that must be provided if a satisfactory article is to be expected. Salt Poisoning. Samples of salt are occasionally sent to experimental stations by far- mers for analysis, with the statement that animals, usually cattle or sheep, were poisoned after eating it in con- siderable quantities. In no case has any foreign substance that would ac- count for the poisoning been found. The present is no doubt the time at which the home dairy has the best chance to make a name for itself, and the rapidity with which a good brand becomes popular with dealers at any certain store in the city, is surprising and warrants an extra outlay by the maker as the grocer likes to move his goods as quickly as possible and is willing to pay a premium for a quick seller. A difference of 11 cents a pound in price of dairy and creamery butter, as was experienced on the occasion above mentioned, is sufficient to make any consumer enquire for the lower- priced product, and if he can find goodâ€"flavored dairy butter he is will- ing to overlook many shortcomings in texture which is a point that many dairy butter makers find hard to com- mand satisfactorily. tain sufficiently highriéivnééraiiure by excluding outsine air, or rather by keeping indoor air, which was warm, from escaping from the churning room. It is well known that cream to churn in a, reasonable time and in a satisfactory manner as regards quan- tity and texture of the butter pro- duced, must be held at a proper tem- perature for some little time before being placed in the churn. This fact no doubt has much to do with the presence of undesirable flavors in dairy butter during the Winter months. In testing half a dozen dif- ferent pounds of butter recently with the intention of purchasing the most satisfactory, the Writer was surprised to find that no two pounds tasted alike. Each pound was dairy butter and each of a difierent brand. The cause of this variety of flavors was very likely due to the want of ventilation in the place where the churning had been done and the want of ventilation was probably due to an endeavor to main- Butter Maker’s Chance Let Him Help Himself To CGRNSYRUP ways. Dealers every 20 pound tins THE CANADA STARCH CO. LIMITED MONTREAL. CARDINAL. BHANT'ORD, FORT WtLLIAM Maker: 0f“l.ily IVhtte” Corn Syrup, Benson‘s Com here have "Crown Brand" in 2, 5. lOand and 3 pound glass jarl. “No, that was me you heard holler- ing for help." The Athletic Girl. “So she's gone in for athletics." “I should say so. I found that out when I tried to kiss her.” “But she hollered for help, didn’t she?" I They will in this way be out of the mother’s way while she is in pain, and they will soon dry one another and keep warm aronud the jug of warm water. As soon as the sow is done fax-rowing, they can be carefully emptied out beside their mother, who will usually stretch out and let them nurse. in the case of a young sow, it is a good plan to gently rub and handle her at times a few days before fartowing time. She will thereby get used to your appearing in her pen, and at the same time be gentle with her young. The sow should not only be fed upon laxative food for several days before farrowing, but should be fed upon laxative foods and fed very lightly for several days after fan‘ow- ing, gradually increasing the quantity of food as the size of the litter re- quires. With the above precautions taken, We are now on a fair way to successfully raise the litter. It is a good plan' however, to let the sow and pigs out of the pen for exercise whenever the weather is suitable. If it is not convenient to let the sow out, it is a good plan to make a small opening so as the little fellows can run in and out at will. It will great- ly lessen the dangers of (thumps) which causes many fatalities among winter litters. If they cannot be turned out, sods or earth from the root cellar should be thrown into them. Hogs are like some people in this reâ€" gard, they want the earth. ‘ This will remove the possibility of the sow crushing her pigs between herself and the wall, which is a com- mon occourrence, as the pigs have s, gway of escape by getting under and i behind the scantling. The sow’s time 5of farrowing can be followed very , closely. If We have the exact date of service and add to it 112 days, we may .be almost sure of having the new ar-‘ rivals on the; date, as a sow seldom varies 12 hours, which cannot be said yof any other of our live stock, so far as I am aware. So when that time ,arrives, it is well to clean the pen out thoroughly and put in a small bedding ‘of cut straw or chafl', as whole straw 'sometimes hinders the little pigs from crawling around and getting back to the mother. In case of farrowing in very cold weather, it is a good plan to partly fill a feed basket with chaff, set down in the chaff a jug of warm water, and put the little fellows into this basket as fast as they arrive. Farrowing Pen and the Saw. Many a litter of pigs has been de-g stroyed at farmwing time because the necessary precautions haven’t been taken. A costly pen is not necessary, but a few things are necessary, Viz., reasonably warm quarters, free from drafts, and dry and clean. A pen 6x 8 or 8x8 is plenty large enough: There should then be a railing or‘ scantling 8 or 9 inches from the floor around the wall and set out from the wall about 6 inches. When animals have not had access to salt for a long time it is safer to give it to them sparingly at first. )ust how to use n. in many novel (0 our Monneal Office. rte" Cam Syrup, Benson‘s Cm wr Gian" Laundry Starch.