THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURO, PA. M -DM W r W Y' v ROSE STANTON ALDRICH MEETS A FAMOUS ACTRESS AND HEARS SOME PUZZLING STATEMENTS ABOUT THE RELATIONS OF HUSBANDS AND WIVES SYNOPSIS Rose Stanton, student nt the University of Chicago, Is put off a street enr in the rain after an argument with the conduc tor. She Is accosted by a young man who offers help and escorts her home. An hour later, this man, Itodney Aldrlch, well-to-do lawyer, appears at the home of his sister, the wealthy Mrs. Whitney, to at tend a birthday dinner In his honor. Mrs. Whitney suggests that It's about time Rodney looked around for a wife, lie laughs at her, but two months later he marries Hose Stanton. CHAPTER IV Continued. She refused to hear a word more In those circumstances. "I'm coming straight down," she said, "and we'll go somewhere for lunch. Don't you real ize that we can't talk nbout it like this? Of course you wouldn't, but It's BO." riuor fho lnnrh-tnble she cot as de tailed an account of the affair as Rod ney, in his somnambulistic condition, was able to give her, and she pussed it on to Martin that evening as they drove across to the North side for dinner. "Well, that all sounds exactly like Rodney," he commented. "I hope you'll like the girl I" "That Isn't what I hope," said Fred erica. "At least It Isn't what I'm most concerned about I hope I can make her like me. Roddy's the only brother Ire got In the world, and I'm not go ing to lose hlra If I can help It That's what will happen If she doesn't like me." As It happened, though, she forgot all about her resolution almost with her first look at Rose. Rodney's at tempts at description of her hnd been well-meaning; but what he had pre pared his sister for, unconsciously of course, In his emphasis on one or two phases of their first acquaintance, hnd been a sort of slatternly Amazon. But the effect of this was, really, very happy; because when a perfectly pre scntably clad, well-bred, admirably poised young girl came Into the room and greeted her neither shyly nor eagerly, nor with any affectation of ease, n girl who didn't try to pretend It wasn't a critical moment for her, but was game enough to meet It with out any evidences of panic when Frederics realized that this was the Rose whom Rodney had been telling her about, she fell In love with her on the spot Amazingly, as she watched the girl and heard her talk, she found she was considering, not Rose's nvnllablllty as a wife for Rodney, but Rodney's as a husband for her. It was this, perhaps, that led her to say, at the end of her leave-taking: "Roddy has been such a wonderful brother, always,- to me, that I suspect you'll find him, some times, being a brother to you. Don't let It hurt you If that happens I" CHAPTER V. The Princess Cinderella. When the society editor of "Ame rica's foremost newspaper," as In Its trade-mark It proclaims itself to be, announced that the Rodney Aldrlches had taken the Allison McCraes' house, furnished, for a year, beginning In October, she spoke of It as nn ideal arrangement. As everybody knew, It was an Ideal bouse for a young married couple, and It was equally evident that the Rodney Aldrlches were an Ideal couple for It In the sense that It left nothing to further realization, it was an Ideal bouse; an old house In the Chicago sense, built over Into something very much older still Tudor, perhaps Jacobean, anyway. In the supplemen tary natters of furniture, hangings, rugs and pictures, the establishment presented the last politely spoken word In things as they ought to be. If you happened to like that sort of thing, It was precisely the sort of thing you'd like. The same sort of neat fully ac quired perfection characterized the McCrae's domestic arrangements. Every other yenr they went off around Uie world In one direction or another, and rented their house, furnished, for exactly enough to pay all their ex penses. On the alternate years they came back and spent two years' In come living In their house. Florence McCrae was an old friend of Rodney's and It was her notion that It would be Just the thing he'd want. Rodney knew for himself what the house was complete down to the corkscrews. And six thousand dollars a year was simply dirt cheap. To clinch the thing, Florence went around and saw Frederlca about it. And Frederlca, nfter listening, non commlttolly, dashed off to the last meeting of the Thursday club (all this happened In June, Just before the wedding )and tnlked the matter over with Violet Williamson on the way home, afterward. "John suld once," observed Violet, "that If we had to live In thnt house, he'd either go out and buy a plush Morris-choir from feather-your-nest Saltzman's, and a golden-oak side board, or else run amuck." Frederlca grinned, but was sure It wouldn't affect Rodney thnt way. As for Rose, she thought Rose would like It for a while, anyway. But this wasn't the point "I'm so foolish about old Rodney, that I can't be sure I haven't well, caught being mad about Rose from him. It all depends, you see, on whether Rose Is going to he a hit this winter or not. If she doesn't go (and It all depends on her ; Rodney won't be much help), why, hav ing a house like that might be pretty s:ul. So, If you're a true friend, you'll tell me what you think." "What I really think," said Violet "of course I suppose I'd say this any way, but I do honestly mean It Is that she'll be what John calls a 'knock-out' She's so perfectly simple. She's never don't you know being anything. She Just Is. And she thinks we're all so wonderful thnt she'll make everybody feel warm and nice Inside, and they'll be sure to like her." "She's got a real eye for clothes, too," said Frederlca. "We've been shopping. Well, then, I'm going to tell Rodney to go ahead and take the house." Rose was consulted about It, of course, though consulted Is perhaps not the right wojd to use. She was taken to see It anyway, and asked If she liked it a question In the nature of the superfluous. One might as well have asked Cinderella if she liked the gown the fairy godmother hnd pro vided her with for the prince's ball. It didn't occur to her to ask how much the rent would be, nor would the fact have hnd any value for her as an lllumlnnnt, because she would have had no Idea whether six thou sand dollars was a half or a hun dredth of her future husband's Income. The new house was Just a part, as so many of the other things that had happened to her since that night when Rodney had sent her flowers and taken her to the theater and two restaurants In Martin's biggest limousine had been parts, of a breath-arresting fairy story. The conclusion Frederlca and Violet had como to about her chance for social success, was amply Justified by the event, and It Is probable that Violet had put her finger upon the mnln-sprlng of It. So It fell out that what with the Junior league, the wom en's auxiliary boards of one or two of the more respectable charities, the Thursday club and the Whlfflers (this was the smallest and smartest organi zation of the lot), fifteen or twenty young women supposed to combine and reconcile social and Intellectual bril liancy on even terms. WThat with all this, her days were quite as full as the evenings were, when she and Rod ney dined and went to the opera and paid fabulous prices to queer profes sionals, to keep themselves 'abreast of the minute In all the new dances. rortla had been quite right In say ing that she never had to do anything; the rallying of all her forces under the spur of necessity was an experi ence she bad never undergone. And It was also true that her mother, and for thnt matter, Portia herself, had spoiled her a lot had run about do ing little things for her, come In and shut down her windows In the morning, and opened the register, and, on any sort of excuse, on a Saturday morning, for example, had brought her her breakfast on a tray. But these things had been favors, not services never to be asked for, of course, and always to be accepted a little apologetically. She had never before known what It was really to be served. "I haven't," Rose told Rodney one morning, "a single, blessed mortal thing to do all day." Some fixture scheduled for that morning had been moved, she went on to explain, and Eleanor Randolph was feeling seedy and had called off a little luncheon and matinee party. "Oh, that's too bad," he said with concern. "Can't you manage some thing . . . r "Too bad I" said Rose In lively dis sent "It's too heavenly I I've got a whole day Just to enjoy being myself ; being " she reached for his hand, and, getting it, stroked her cheek with It " being my new self. Portia used to think I faked pretty well. But I never was don't you know? right. So, you see, It's a real adventure Just to say well, that I want the car at a quarter to eleven and to tell Otto exactly where I want him to drive me to. I always feel as if I ought to sny thnt If he'll Just stop the car at the corner of Dlverscy street, I can walk.' He lnughcd out at that and asked her how long she thought this blissful state of things would last "Forever," she said. But presently she looked at him rather thoughtfully. "Of course It's none of It new to you," she said, "not the silly little things, nor the things we do togetheroh, the dinners, and the dances, and the operas. Do you sort of wish I'd get tired of It? Is It a dreadful bore .to you?" "So long as It doesn't bore you," he said: "w long as you go on shining the way you do over It, and I am where I can see you shine" he took hold of both her linmls, "so long ns It's like thnt, you wonder," he said, "well, the dinners and the operas and nil that may be pi file, but I shall be blind to the fact" She kissed both his hands and told him contentedly that he was a darling. But, after a moment's silence, a little frown puckered her eyebrows and she asked him what he was so solemn ubout Well, be had told her the truth. Rut precisely as he said It, he felt that he was not the same man he had been six months ago. Not the man who had tramped impatiently back and forth across Frederlca's drawing-room, ex pounding his Ideals of space and lei sure. Not the man who despised the clutter of expensive Junk. That man would have derided the possibility that he could ever say this thing that he, still Rodney Aldrlch, hnd Just said to Rose and meant. And the terrify ing thing was thnt he hadn't resisted the change hadn't wanted to resist didn't want to now, as he sat there looking at the slumbrous glory of her eyes. So, when she asked him what he was looking so solemn about, he said with more truth than he pretended to himself, that It was enough to tnuke anybody solemn to look at her. CHAPTER VI. The First Question and Its Answer. Rose's Instinctive attitude toward the group of young to middle-nged married people Into which her own marrlnge had Introduced her was founded on the assumption that, allow ing l;r occasional exceptions, the hus bands and wives felt toward each other as she and Rodney did were held together by the same Irresistible, unnnnlyzablo attraction. Oh, there were bumps and bruises, of course I She hnd seen Rodney drop off now and again Into a scowling nb stractlon, during Which It was so evi dent he didn't want to talk to her, or eveu be reminded that she was about, that she had gone away flushed and wondering, and needing an effort to hold back the tears. These weren't frequent occurrences, though, and did not weaken her Idea that barring tragic and disastrous types unfaithful husbands, cold, mcr cenary wives which had to be ad' mltted as existing marriage was a state whose happy satlsfactoriness could, more or less, be taken for granted. It was something that Slmone Gre- vllle said which gave rise to her first misgiving that marriage was not, per haps even between people who loved each other quite as simple as It seemed. No one has studied our lei sured and cultivated classes with more enndor and penetration than this great Frnnco-Austrlnn actress. She hnd ample opportunities for observation, because, while she played to houses thut couldn't be dressed to look more than a third full, she was enormously In demand for luncheons, teas, dinners, suppers, Christmas bazaars, charity dunces, and so on. Rose had met her a number of times before the incident referred to hop pened, but hnd always surveyed the lioness from afar. She hung about, within earshot when It was possible, and watched, leaving the active duties of entertain ment to heavily cultured Ulumlnatl like the Howard Wests, or to clever creatures like Ilermlone Woodruff and Frederlca, and Constance Crawford, whose French was good enough to fill In the Interstices In Madame Qrevlile's English. She was standing about like that at a tea one afternoon, when she heard the actress make the remark that American women seemed to her to be an exception to what she had always supposed to be the general law of sex attraction. It was taken, by the rather tense little circle gathered around her, as a compliment; exactly as, no doubt, w4 "I've Got a Whole Day Just to Enjoy Being Myself." Grevllle Intended It to be taken. But her look flashed out beyond the con' fines of the circle and encountered a pair of big, luminous eyes, under brows thnt had a perplexed pucker In them. Whereupon she laughed stralglrt Into Rose's face and said, lifting her head a little, but not her voice: "Come here, my child, and tell me who you are and why you were looking at me like that" Rose flushed, smiled that irresistible wide smile of hers, and came, not frightened a bit nor, exactly, em barrassed; certainly not Into pretend' lng she was not surprised, and a little breathlessly at a loss what to say. "I'm Rose Aldrlch." She didn't, In words, say, "I'm Just Rose Aldrlch." It was the little bend In her voice that carried that impression. "And I suppose I was looking that way, be cause I was wishing I knew exactly what you meant by what you suld. Grevllle's eyes, somehow, concen trated and InleiiMliled their gnze upon tho flushed young face took a sort of plunge, so It seemed to Rose, to the very depths of her own. It was an electrifying thing to have happen to you. "Mon DIeu I" she said. "J'al grande envle de vous le dire." She hesitated the fraction of a moment glanced at a tiny watch set In a ring upon the middle finger of her right band, took Rose by the arm as if to keep her from getting away, and turned to her hostess. "You must forgive me," she said, "If I make my farewells a little soon. I am under orders to have some air each day before I go to the theater and If It la to be done at all today, It must be now. I am sorry. I have had a very pleasont afternoon. "Mnke your fnrewells also, my child," she concluded, turning to her prisoner, "becnuse you are going with me." No sooner were they seated In the actress' car and headed north along the drive, than, instead of answering Rose's question, the actress repeated one of her own. "I ask you who you are, and you say your name Rose something. But that tells me nothing. Who are you one of them?" "No, not exactly," said Rose. "Only by accident. Tho man I mnrrled Is one of them, In a way. I mean, be cause of his family and all that And so they take me in." "So you are married," said the Frenchwoman. "But not since long?" "Six months," said Rose. She said It so with the air of regard ing It as a very considerable period of time, that Grevllle laughed. "But tell me about him, then, this husbnnd of yours. I saw him perhaps at the tea this afternoon?" Rose laughed. "No, ho draws tho line at teas," she said. "lie says that from seven o'clock on, until as late as I like, he's game, you know will ing to do whatever I like. But until seven, there are no well, he snys, siren songs for him." Tell mo you will forgive the In discretion of a stranger? how has It arrived that you married him? Was It one of your American romances?" "It didn't seem very romantic," said Rose. "We Just happened to get ac quainted, and we knew almost straight off that we wanted to marry each other, so we did, and It came out very well." "It 'came out?" questioned the actress. "Yes," snld Rose. "Ended hnpplly, you know." "Ended I" Mndame Grevllle echoed. Then she laughed. Rose flushed and smiled at herself. "Of course, I don't mean that," she admitted, "and I suppose six months Isn't so very long. . Still you could find out quite a good deal?" "What Is his affair?" The actress preferred asking another question, It seemed, to committing herself to nn answer to Rose's unspoken one. "Is ho one of your what you call, tired business men?" "He's never tired," snld Rose, "and he Isn't a business man. He's a law yera rather special klud of lawyer. He has other lawyers, mostly, for his clients. He's awfully enthusiastic about It lie says It's the finest pro fession In the world, If you don't let yourself get dragged down Into the stupid routine of It It certainly sounds thrilling when be tells about It" The actress looked round at her. "So," she said, "you follow his work as he follows your play? He talks seriously to you about his affairs?" "Why, yes," said Rose, '"we have wonderful talks." Then she hesitated. "At least we used to have. There hasn't seemed to be much time, lately. I suppose that's It" "One question more," said the Frenchwoman, "and not an Idle one you will believe that? Alorsl You love your husband. No need to ask that. But what do you mean by love? Something vital and strong and essen tialthe meeting of thought with thought need with need, desire with desire?" "Yes," said Rose after a little silence, "that's what I mean." There was another silence, whllo the Frenchwoman gazed contemplatively out of the open window of the limou sine. Then Rose said: "But you are go ing to tell me what you meant about American women." Madame Grevllle took her time about answering. "They are an enig ma to me," she said. "I confess It I haven't ever seen such women any where as these upper-class Americans, They are beautiful, clever ; they know how to dress. For the first hour, or day, or week, of an acquaintance, they have a charm quite Incomparable. And, up to a certain point they ex ercise It Your Jeunes Alios are amaz ing. All over the world, men go mad about them. But when they marry . . ." She finished the sentence with a ghost of a shrug, and turned to Rose. "Can you account for them? Were you wondering at them, too, with those great eyes of yours? Alorsl Are we puzzled by the same thing? What Is it, to you, they lack?" Rose stirred a little uneasily. "I don't know," she said, "except that some of them seem a little dissatisfied and restless, as If well, as if they wanted something they haven't got." "But do they truly want It?" Ma dnme Grevllle demanded. "I am willing to be convinced; but myself, I find, of your women of the aristocrat class, the type most characteristic is" she paused and said the thing first to herself In French, then translated "Is a passive epicure In sensations- sensations mostly mental, Irritating or soothing a pleasant variety. Sho waits to be made to feel; she per petuallytastes. They give a stranger like mo the Impression of being per fectly frigid, perfectly passionless. And so, as you say, of missing the great thing altogether. A few of your women are great, but not as women, and of second-rate men In petticoats you have a vast number. But a wom an, great by the qualities of her sex, an artist In womanhood, I have not seen." "Oh, I wish," cried Rose, "that I knew what you meant by that 1" "Why, regard now," said the actress. "In every capital of Europe (and I know them all), wherever you And great affairs matters of state, diplo macy, polltrcs you find the Influence of women lu them women of the great world sometimes, sometimes of the half-world , They may not be beautiful I have seen a faded woman of fifty, of no family or wealth, whose salon attracted ministers of state; they haven't the education nor the lib ertles that your women enjoy, and, In the mass, they are not regarded how do you say? chivalrously. Yet there they are I "And why? Because they are capa ble of great passions, great desires. They ore willing to take the art of womanhood seriously, make lnnumer able sacrifices for it, as one must for any art, In order to triumph In It." Rose thought this over rather du biously. It was a new notion to her "Make Your Farewells Also, My Child." or almost new. "But suppose," she objected, "one doesn't wont to tri umph at It? Suppose one wants to be a person, rather than Just a woman?" "There are other careers Indeed, Madame Grevllle admitted, "and one can follow them In the same spirit make the sacrifices pay the price they demand. Mon Dleul How I have preached. Now you shall tulk to me. It was for that I took you captive and ran away with you." After her talk with the act rest, Rose begins to understand more why It Is that married folks don't always get along very well together. An Inter esting problem Is unfolded In the next Installment (TO 13 E CONTINUED.) WORLD OWES MUCH TO WATT Scotsman the First to Realize and Make Practical the Wonderful Power of Steam. "Science took a tear from the cheek of unpaid labor, converted It Into steam and created a giant which turns with tireless arms the countless wheels of toll." Thus Ingersoll's poetic explanation of the origin of the transformation of pent-up steam Into controlled and Industrially valuable mechanical ac tion. Elaborated In a more prosaic manner, James Watt a young Scotch man of Glasgow, and an Instrument maker by trade, once had an Idea. It was a most revolutionary Idea. Men had been working on steam engines for many centuries, but they hnd pro duced nothing of any practical value. In the engines of that period steam was admitted Into only one end of the cylinder, and about the only use such an engine had was to pump water. And It wasn't very good at that As for using an engine to turn a wheel why, nobody had thought of that It stni' ply wasn't being done. But James did It 'He let steam Into both ends of the cylinder Instead of only one, put a fly' wheel on the end of a shaft and a crank on the other, and tbero was the steam engine, all ready for Its real business. Watt was born In Greenock, Scot land, on January 19, 1730, his father being a builder, contractor and mer chant Some Don't Get Back. The dusky tonsorlal artist nervously busied himself among his Implements of torture as the tired business man sank Into the operating chair and pre pared to rest while his stubble was be ing removed. The barber tucked in the ample bib, lathered the passive fact and opened his conversational bat teries. "Ah Just got back from a funeral," ventured the ebony as a starter. The tired It. M. opened one eye, cleared the lather out of the corner of his mouth and In a biting tone re torted : "You ought to be blamed glad to get back a good many peoplo don't." And the shave continued amid a profound silence. Columbus (0.) Dispatch. FARMING Warranted Nonshrlnkable. A worklngmun carao home In tri umph one evening with a red flannel shirt, which bo had bought at a bar gain, and moreover. It was guaranteed not to shrink. In due course the shirt was sent and returned from the wash, and tho following morning the work lugman put It on. Just as he had done so his wife entered the room. "Dllo, Arry," she exclaimed, "where did you get that new tie?" The cut over pine lands of Louisiana ore to OA colonized 11 BUSINESS The Modem Day Farmer-Applies Business Methods and Seeks More Than a Living on the Farm.' A nation-wide cry Is being made for more economy and greater production, and probably never was the need of foodstuffs equal to that of the present Grain prices are tho highest In the na tion's history and today the agricul tural fields of America offer Induce ments that are unequaled In any other line of commerce or business. The Ideal life is that close to nature, en Joying the freedom of God's grent out doors and fulfilling a duty to human ity by producing from a fertile soil that which is essential to the very ex istence of a less fortunate people who are actually starving to death for food stuffs that can bo produced so eco nomically in the United States nnd Canada. Hich prices for all grains, undoubt edly, will be maintained for a number of years, and It appears a certainty that the agriculturist will reap a bounteous return for his labor and at tho same time carry out the demands of patriotic citizenship. A wrong con ception has been generally noticed as to "Life on the Farm." It has been, to a large extent, considered as only a place to live peacefully and afford a living for thoso who ore satisfied with merely a comfortable existence. Such a wrong Impression has been created, In a measure, by the lack of systema tic business principles to farming In general. But today farming nnd agri culture have been given a supremacy In the business world nnd require the snme advanced methods ns any other line of commerce. In no other busi ness does a system adoption pay bet ter than on the farm, and It Is certain thnt there Is no other line of work, that, generally speaking, needs It as much. The old Idea of getting a living off the farm and not knowing how It was made and following up the details of eaoh branch of farming to get the maximum of profit, at the least ex pense. Is fast being done away with. Farming Is now being considered as a business and a living Is not sufficient for the modern agriculturist; a small per cent on Jie Investment Is not enough, the present-day farmer must have a percentage return equal to that of other lines of business. The prices for produce are high enough, but the cost of producing hns been the factor, In mnny plnces, that has reduced the profit. It Is the application of a sys tern to the cost of various work on the farm that It Is possible to-.glve figures on profits mndo In grain-growing In Western Canada. Mr. C. A. Wright of Mllo, Iowa bought a hundred and sixty acres of land In Western Cnnndn for $3,300 In December. 1915, and took his first crop from It In 1910. After pnylng for the lnnd In full nnd the cost of cultivating It nnd marketing the grnln, he sold his grain at $1.55 a bushel (a low price compared with tho present market), had a surplus of $2,472.07. His figures are as follows: 4,487 bushels worth $1.55 at Cham pion .$0,054.85 $0,054.85 Threshing bill 11c per bushel 403.57 Seed at 05c 144.00 Drilling 100.00 Cutting 100.00 Twine 50.00 Shocking 40.00 Hauling to town 8c 134.61 Total cost 1.182.18 Cost of land 3,300.00 $4,482.18 $4,482.18 Net profit aftor paying for farm and all cost $2,472.67 S. Joseph and Sons of Des Moines, In., are looked upon as being shrewd, careful business men. Having some spare money on hand, and looking for a suitable Investment,' they decided to purchase Canadian lands, and farm them. With the assistance of the Canadian Government Agent, at Des Moines, la., they made selection near Champion, Alberta. Thejr put 240 acres of land In wheat, and In writing to Mr. Hew ltt The Canadian Government Agent at Des Moines, one of the members of the firm snys: "I have much pleasure In advising you that on our farm five miles east of Champion, In the Prov lnce of Alberta, Canada, this year (1016) we harvested and threshed 10, 600 bushels of wheat from 240 acres, this being an average of 44 bushels and 10 pounds to the acre. A con sldcrable portion of the wheat was No. 1 Northern, worth at Champion, approximately $1.85 per bushel, mak lng a total return of $10,010, or an av erage of $81.70 per acre gross yields. And by aid of a thorough system were able to keep the cost of growing wheat at about 25 cents a bushel." Messrs. Smith & Sons of Vulcan, Alberta, are growers of wheat on a large scale and have demonstrated that there Is greater profit In Western Canada wheat-raising than probably in any other business anywhere. Speak ing of their experience Mr. Smith snys : "I have three sections of land at the present time and am farming yearly 1,200 to 1,400 acres of land. My re turns from the farm for the past two years have been around 200, that Is for every dollar I have spent I have received three, now I do not know where you can do that well. "This Is surely the country for the man with the small capital as the land Is still reasonable In price, payments In long term and work of all kinds for every man to do. I feel that If I was turned out here without a dollar that In 1na ffinn An n ' jcurs I nun section of lund and hv ? equipped." ' 1 Western Cannda's soli m. is suitable to graining liable yields of wheat, ml: thnt those not nm,...!., 1 -'Hulling w i facts hesitate to bilio.- Kt pnnt nnf htf tho M m.u u wj hid nil mers In IU j try. As an evidence of thelrIJ In reporting correct yi,,i,i, .71 of a couple of grulu growers ,J "I Newell J. Noble, of iuL XT-I.I..J A TX . -HID nuiueiuiu, irovince of II ouk.1.111. uovuiio mm iromi, of wheat on the said fnrm y iu uin Bcuauu ui lull), thresh) i bushels of wheat. In.l,-r . .. 1 ml UU0111.U uiiu m pounds , Ann mar. rrora ihm.go acres of- uie sum iurm, mere was K the said season of li)io, 4jj: When Your Eyes Need Care Try Murine Eye Remedy no Smarting' Jnst Bra Oorofort. so nnti al ragglne or tnall. Writs fur VrM Hr Book. MUlliNK CXK B1UOI CO., GtUOAUO of oats, being at the np J bushels and 30 pounds er t j Aim i iniiKo mis golem,! lion conscientiously, bellevw. true and knowing thnt It J sumo iurre nnu eitect asltjl uer oaui nnu oy virtue of n, u ? iuuiiiu m.t, L ii I'.l.l, J 1 A woman Takes Affidw Yields. On January 4, 191; j.1 cy Coe Of Noblefurd made J lows : In the matter of yield of tt. and flax on my farm tut U 11)10, I, Nancy Coo, of thi Nobleford, Province of Alter' emnly declare that I thresi-l 115 acres on my farm 0,110 k wheat (machine measure believed will hold out Inwrijl aoout inree-iourtiis of the ready having been weighed). . uie average or w busMj pounds per acre, nnd that ! acres of flux on stubbier tnresneu u:u bushels of Ua nn average of 'jy buhtki pounds per acre, nnd tlisttl acres of outs I threshed w mncblne measure, being it ul of 115 bushels and 27 poind! J Advertisement. Discordances, "Do you enjoy Wnt'iicrlu: "Not a bit. Sometimes :l whether that WaguerlM de do a great deal toward I many's disposition." FARMERS ARE WORKtll And using their fuel more uu For ail these workers the btM Allen's toot-Ease, the intivpi be shaken Into the shon inJij: foot-bath, Increases their efiiir ores needed physical comfort, Friction from the Shoe, Mc and prevents tired, achingudH Women everywhere ire cottt Allen's Foot-Ease. Don't pi U Allen's Foot-Ease. Sulil bj ki where, 25c Adv. Too Deep for Pit Little Willie Say, , amateur concert called u ment? Paw My sun, I ciinnott do not know. VfhT buy manv bnttl'i t! ; fuses, when one slnrle b"tiir! Vermlfuft-a "Dead Kliot" tilK promptly t Adv. About the best that as selfishness Is that soaif-rlch. NERVOUS! AND 1 Symptomt of Mon Sickliest Washington Park, E toother of four children1 lew troubk 4 to me nt uiu -inTAiindl!V Stored me to health tfj 1 you for the good tnej J have had quite W'l worry but it docs not ful looks. My men" 7 look to young and J ' to th. Lvdia B F'1 -Mrs. Robt. SjoPia-w.-himrton Park, IW IfyoubaveanyiJP you would like to V M-E.Pinkh.m;S Mass., ior neiy-- JttlsaFtyaV J WHO IS TO BLAME kidney meWine. cent and dollar s - ample ' JJit ars mrl V Ui-j At ""r..: ..mm aw enclose ten cents. H FERTILIZE115 MUNICIPAL Waste from eltlM J mg Bo'.l. Street r.?'!i,.mu In NUrogen ana u ' -To ,la I Hi to tui FIE : Itch nttai ,fdi at I itloa ooit Jl, I their ldt "Mm Po S. a M i jon membenihlp m Jnppl? rtl"l r'll honi. lUiilun free. ' "mi?". lion and enroll -jhP tUUor Co too IW" DAISY FLYKlUgjf V- .1 i-rb&Zt HAROLD BOMUU. M """ijF Mexican Corn Paln'u H ,m IaHImI Sena.:,' ! t boi of iT whit. j "5J,'H Cleans w hit; "''I'Jo.ttf1' Dili natr ul niTFtJTC w n iriiiiini: Baus M.oMt)l.IW.i W. N. U. balti .iri '0h Y ti ar jth, j mi j am jfta Sax frac duci iot 'hi. vol, fi hi s
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