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There is a right time to cut blooms for the best-keeping qualities. Cut early in the morning when the wood is (:00). After the sun has been shining on the flowers they are somewhat wilted and faded. Cut blooms will last longer if placed in the ice-box for a few hours before placing in the vase. By cutting your roses correctly with; long stems the plant is improved in vigor and habit. When gatheringJ blooms cut the stalk at a point about} two inches from the branch which bears the flowering stem. This leaves two good eyes which will in about four 1 weeks produce more flowers. Rose bushes seem to do best when they are severely trimmed, as the bloom is in proportion to the strength of the stem that r-arries it. Cutting back builds up a well-branched plant with flowers of finer quality than those borne on a‘ tall, scraggly parent. In the months‘ of July and August weak growth sut-l ters from the heat and the blooms are‘ inferior. Avoid letting the petals fallt and then picking them off, as this is very hard on the plant. By attending to the cutting of the blooms, which is a form of‘ summer pruning, very little trimming is required the following spring except the cutting out of the old canes. It Is! 1s.t Flyâ€""There am a number of great inventions.” 2nd Flyâ€"~â€"“The flyâ€"swatter ain‘t one 9! them." The Quality T E A. 3669 is most appreciated in the rich, delicious flavor. Try it today. iut Roses Correctly. A glass or a bottle 00f Coca-Colaâ€" Ice‘cold, “with beaded bubbles winking at the brim,” invites you to delight taste, ‘ satisfy thirst and refresh yourself. Drink DeIiCious' and Refreshing The Coca-Cola Company of Canada, Ltd. Head Office.- Toronto :fl'e 51‘ . Yourself of A peace-time barrage is not a ‘screen of bursting shells, but a low dam in a river, intended to raise and to keep water at such a level that some of it will run off through canals and irrigation ditches. The Indus River in India is to have such a barâ€" rage at Sukkur. It will be a mile long and will divert water enough to irri- gate six million acres-of land now barren. Draw the bars and set the stanchions! Mary, bring the cattle home For the whip-poor-wllls are singing And the blooms of heather gleam! Y 11 may letter wlth your lover f you will, but not too long; Fetch the white kine through the heather; Lo, their hoofâ€"beats are my song! ~~Leslie Clare Manchester. He who obeys _with' modesty, ap- pears worthy of’some day or other be- ing allowed to command. For Sore F Fetch the cattle through the hea‘ Mary, blueâ€"eyed lass of mine; Yellow ls the glow of sunset, Long the shadow'of thS pine! Far away the bells are tinkl‘iug In some lush and watered dell; Lonely are the paths of heather. Lonely for the twilight bell! Often you have; brought the cattle, 0 my pretty, sdender lass; You have found them in the vaney Kneeâ€"deep in the tender grass! You have sent them through the star- light Singleâ€"trailed with plodding feet; You have brought them through the Fringed sweet! Hoofs in ave brought them through the heather re Feetâ€"~Minard's LinimeL’L ith the Heather. bloss oms purple- eat the barâ€" long irri- now Cullen, his younger brother, that his momentary rebellion amazed him. Maw moved back and forth, word- lessly depositing steaming dishes of food before him. Bitter enemies could scarcely have had less to say to each other. ' Joel ate alone, forlornly wishing that Cullen Were home again, willing to pass over Maw‘s plainly showntpreâ€" ference for Cullen in his overwhelm- ing need of companionship. Presently Maw seated herself at the fireplace. If Cullen had been there Maw threw him a sullen glance from the fireplace, where she bent over: pots and pans. Always there had en the incredu- lous hope that Ma bitter prejudice against himself might have miracu- lously melted during his absence, that there might even be a brightening of welcome for him upon her stern face. As usual, his hope was doomed to There it was againwher dislike for him plainly revealed in even those few words. As usual, hi: disappointment “Set,” she {ustructed brie-fly, I’ll bring the \‘ictuals.” Flaming with a resentment which he inwardly acknowledged to be both absurd and unexpected after all these years, Joel limped across the dirt floor to the rude table conveniently close to the fireplace. He had so long conceded Maw's dislike for himself, the older son, and her preference for Cullen, his younger brother, that his Maw had been a Keating, and the Keatings outranked the Valley from the standpoint of possessions and energy. Outside the door of the cabin, through which the aroma of boning Pofl‘ee drifted appetizmgxy, his foot- steps involuntarily slowed into a mo- mentary pause of vivid upectamy. A trick dating back (0 earliest child- hood, that instinctive pause in which he wistfully sought to ascertain Mlaw’s mood before coming into her presence. Presently Maw seated herself at the; v i ‘the lattioeziâ€" fireplace. If Cullen had been there' Don't go in when she would have stood behind his chair,‘ apple bloom gently moving a brush made of long Don’t go in when strips of paper back and forth overi stars in a 2 his head to keep away the intrusive Is working a aha: flies of early spring, granting to Culâ€" tell in the len the attention belonging properly you"! > to Joel as male head of the house. Where Joel was concerned, she con- Don't go in and 1e: temptuously omitted this duty alto lovely and. gather. merely waiting until he had Don’t go in on gone to begin her own meal. , when the Again the flood of acute resentment feet! boiled high in Joel Beck. It wasn’t: Don’t go in when fair, this prejudice against him which; an altar of had been a throbbing hurt since his Don't go in when earliest perception of it! the spiritua It wasn’t his fault, he told himself.- Being entirely a Beck meant that he was utterly laiy and shiftl‘ess; be- ing entirely 9. Beck meant also that he was an object of mingled scorn and aversion where Maw Beck was concerned, Maw having had bitter ex- perience with Becks in the person of his handsome, incompetent father. “Reckon Eit’s quittin’ time, Dolly," he observed. Letting the harness drop, Joe1 strode toward the cabin at the other end of the field, closely followed by the mate, her long g'ray negk dFOOP‘ ing with fatigue. In the unpainted, ramshackle barn he settled the horse for the night, tossing a bundle of hay into the feed trough with a grimace of pain as his lame leg began to throb after the day in the field. With a detached pity he reflected upon the weariness resting heavily upon man and beast alike. “Life in the mountings hain’t none too easy on folks or critters!” he brooded aloud, realizing that the words voiced his unending protest against the hardships of mountain life. Perhaps, he told himself dubiously, continuing on his way to the cabin, Maw was right, and he was entirely a Beck. ' - g‘ether, gone to Agair boiled 1 fair, thi had bee earliest It we At sunset, when long rays of light fell slantingly across the smooth brown furrows he had so recegtly turned, Joel Beck began to unhltch his old gray mare from the rusty, antiquated plow. The horse his shoulder ness at the drudgery. APPEARANCES whinnied softly, nuzzling with almost human gladâ€" prospect of release from PART I ad BY JAY GELZER. Again he wished that Cullen were home. Cullen, howevr, was fortunate lin this as in his resemblance to the lKeatings. Cullen had escaped from ; the narrow bondage of the worked-out backwoods farm. Cullen was in St. lLouis with Uncle Keating, Maw’s i brother. “Maw!” he called, Iiftifig his Voice into a warning shout. “Patty Jessup’s comin’ dovm the road.” Maw appeared instantly in the doorway, smoothing the prim parting of her hair with one hand. Three times a year, in favorable weather, he made the trip to the near- est settlement, thirty miles away, hauling surplus produce to sell and bringing back the few supplies not provided by their own land. On these occasions, not infrequently he brought back a letter from Cullen, Far down tfie narrow dirt road curving through the Valley he de- scried a blur of white. “Hit’s Patty,” she agreed. “Likely she’s heerd yore back from the settle- mint.” Cullen had not wanted to go away. Oddly enough, he had demurred, pre- ferring to stay in the Valley with its brown pools filled with trout and its rabtits and squirrels for fall hunting. “I like it him, Maw!” he had prE- tested. “An’ that’s Patty Jessup; we’re tokened.” Maw had passed over his preference lightilyyr ignoring Joel’s eager eyes. Once, when the fields had dronped, discouraged and sick from lack of rain, he had cleverly contrived to diâ€" vert a part of that hurrying water to the purpose of turning the fields green and healthy again. Sitting there in- tent upon the color changes slowly taking place around the western sum- mit upon which his eyes were fixed, he recalled his own leaping pleasure at Maw’s rare praise. “Ye'kin come back fer Patty," she pointed out. “And hit’s yore place to go, Cullen, as \he Keating 0’ the family.” The Beck land lay nearest the tiny crystal-clear stream purling its way through the Valley. From where he sat he could hear the ripple of eager water plainly. Don't go in on a soft spring nigh-t when the latticed trees are swaying! Don’t go in when the elfiu light on the apple bloom is playing! Don’t go in when the mystic s-pell of stars in a sea of blue Is working a change that you cannot tell in the heart and soul of sought Maw again, wistfuliy eager for a softening of her grudge against him, but from the sight of her thin shoulders hunched into an attitude of aggressive disapproval he turned hastily away, limping to the outside porch. Restlessly he pushed back hispold felt hat, revealing above bronzed chin and cheeks a forehead sweat-bleached to a transparent white. Red brown curls bordered the whiteness of that high, intelligent forehead. His eyes, limpldly blue and tranquil, were fixed upon the wooded summit high above him. A red sunsetâ€"toâ€"morrow would be another fine day and he would have a chance to get the cotton seed in be- fore rain came. And later on there would be, barring mishap, plenty of cotton for Maw to spin into the thread to be woven into stout jeans and shirts; for the inevitable quilts as well; and for a surplus to be sold or battered for supplies at the settle- ment store. Valnly Joel tried to imagine what life in the city would be like, eventu- ally abandoning the attempt as futile. But a life different from this, at any rate, he decided. (To be continued.) in when Wisteria drifts 1 mttar of moon on the air! Don’t Go In. ila ve it! weet! 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