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ALLEGANY COUNTY N E ¥ /S, W HITESVILLE, N. Y. Results Following Settlement Siiow That Conditions in West ern Canada Are Highly Satisfactory. Until a few years ago Mr. Henry Lohmann lived at Effingham, 111. He thought he would better his condition in a new country, where he would have wider scope for his farming op erations. It w'ould not seem essential to refer to Mr. Lohmann, at this par ticu la r time, as of G erm an blood, but for the fact that so many false state ments have gone out as to ill treat ment of Germans in Canada. W r iting from W illm o n t, Sask., un d e r d a t e o f January 20, 1916, Mr. Loh mann says: “We are perfectly satisfied in this country, and doing vrell up here. “I bought a half section of land and took up a homestead, my three sons also took homesteads, two of them buying each 160 acres of land as well. I sold my homestead, and I and one of my sons own a threshing outfit. “The crop this year was good; the oats went 80 to 90 bushels per acre, and wheat went 40 to 50 bushels and the price is fair.” Sam Morrow, of M illet,. Alta., in writing to Mr. J. M. MacLachlan, Ca nadian government agent at Water- town, S. D., says: “1 am well pleased with the country. The climate is bet ter than I ever thought it could be so far north; ideal climate for stock. I have some colts and cattle that have not been inside of a stable in four years. I consider this a fine country for mixed farming. I know of farm ers around here w h o had 42 bu s h e ls of barley to the acre and 55 bushels of oats to the acre.” Jacob Goetz of Piapot, Sask., had 43 acres of wheat from which he got 1,200 bushels, and got an average of 93 bushels of oats to the acre. Golden Prairie, Sask., is a district largely settled by South Dakotans. Horace Flake is one of those. He says: “The crops of 1915 were im mense.” Wheat in his locality went from 40 to 55 bushels per acre; oats about 80 bushels on an average. One hundred bushels of potatoes were grown on a quarter of an acre of land; twelve po tatoes weighed 30 pounds. His horses run out all winter, and come in fat. He raised excellent corn, and fat tened hogs on it. He concludes an interesting letter by saying: “There are schools in every district. The people here are most all hustlers and are fast pushing to the front. When I first came up here on almost evei*y half section stood a little 12x14 shack, now almost everyone has real modern houses and bam s.” Som e Sou th e r n A lberta y ield s for 1915: I. H. Hooker. 82 acres, 3,820 bushels Marquis wheat No. 1, 64 pounds per bushel I. I. Lee, 40 acres, stubble, L,500 bushels: 40 acres summer fallow, 2,- 530 bushels. Peter Brandon, 164 acres, 7,361 bush els Marquis wheat. R. Marandi, 135 acres, 6,920 bushels, 64 pounds per bushel. I. McReynolds, 45 acres, 1,675, stub ble. Ole Christcferson, 50 acres. 2,647 bushels. Arufhus Gavett, 155 acres-wheat, 6,- 642 bushels; 30 acres oats, 2,000 bush els. R o b e r t M a th e w s , 46 acres w h eat, 2,0 l 6 b u s h e ls , m a c h in e m e a s u r e . D. Dunbar, 130 acres wheat, 5,925 1 ushels. Ingauld Hoppy, SO acres wheat, 2,- SOO bushels, all stubble, Louis Kragt. 80 acres wheat, 4,000 ■bushels. W. J. P a te, 26 a c r e s w h e a t, 980 vjushels. W. Roeniche, 150 acres wheat, 5,337 bushels, SO of this stubble. J. C. McKinnon, 50 acres wheat, 2,- 536 bushels. Gordon S w in e h a r t, 30 a c r e s w h e a t. 1,140 bushels. Albert Hanson, 85 acres wheat, 3,760 bushels. Ebner Hamm, 110 acres wheat, 5,158 but-n€'ls: 90 acres oats, 6,550 bushels. John Larson. SO acres wheat. 3,000 Imshel.s; 30 acres oats, 2,000 bushels. John Hecklin, 37 acres, 1,4S4 bush els. W m. H e c k lin , lOO acres. 3,376, stu b ble and breaking. O. S a lisbury. 50 acres M arquis w h e a t, 1,600 b u s h e ls on breaking.— Ad vertisement. ice-B r e a k e r C a r r ies P a s s e n g e r s . The ice-breaking ferryboat. Prince Edward Island, plying on the Straits of Northumberland, Canada, has pala tial accommodations for passengers. It is the first boat cf the kind to be so equipped. im p o rtant to M o thers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it Bears the Signature of ^ ^ In ]Tse for Over s\o Years. Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoda At the Music Store. She—VrTiat key do you want it in? He—Any key that will fit our piano. —Cornell Widow. OMNfiS Author o f BKeAMMEUR OMSMAN. 2AFFLE5, Etc. IILU5TRAT10NS by O. mSWLTV A 'T V E R S ' CO P > T ^lOHT ^ ©*■ 30&£‘3 -/^ K R r L C . COA\P/=USy^ CHAPTER XI!—Continued. —11— Toye accepted his fate with a ready resignation, little short of alacrity. There was a gleam in his somber eyes and his blue chin came up with a jerk. “That’s talking!” said he. “Now will you promise me never to mari’y Caza let?” “Mr. Toye!” “I’hat’s talking, voo, and I guess I mean it to be. It’s not all dog-in-the- manger, either. I want that promise a lot more than I v/ant the other. You n e e d n ’t mai-ry m e, M iss B lan c h e , but you m u s tn ’t m a rry C a z a let.” Blanche was blazing. “But this is simply outrageous—” “I claim there’s an outrageous cause for it. Are you prepared to swear what I ask, and trust me as I’ll trust you, or am I to tell you the v;hole thing right now?” “You won’t force me to listen to an other word from you, if you’re a gen tleman, Mr. Toye!” “It’s not what I am that counts. Swear that to me, and I swear, on my Bide, that I won’t give him away to you or anyone else. But it must be the most solemn contract man and woman ever made.” The silver teapot arrived at this Juncture, and not inopportunely. She had to give him his tea, with her young maid’s help, and to play a tiny part in which he supported her really beautifully. She had time to think, al most coolly; and one thought brought a thrill. If It was a question of her marrying or not marrying W alter Cazalet, then he must be free, and only the doer of some dreadful deed! “W h at has he done?” she begged, with a pathetic abandonment of her previous attitude, the moment they were by themselves, “Must I tell you?” His reluctance rang genuine. “I insist upon i t ! ” she flashed again. “Well, it’s a long story.” “Never mind. I can listen.” “You know, I had to go back to Italy—” “Had you?” “Well, I did go,” He had slurred the first statem e n t; this one was char acteristically deliberate. “I did go, and before I went I asked Cazalet for an introduction to some friends of his down in Rome.” “I didn’t know he had any,” said Blanche. “Why, he doesn’t have any,” said Toye, “but he claimed to have some. He left the Kaiser Fritz the other day at Naples. I guess he told you?” “No, I understod he came round to Southampton. Surely you shared a cab in ? ” “Only from Genoa; th a t’s where I took the steamer and Cazalet regained her.” “Well?” “He claimed to have spent the in terval mostly with friends at Rome. Those friends don’t exist, Miss Blanche,” said Toye. “Is that any business of mine?” she asked him squarely. “Why, yes. I’m' afraid it’s going to be. That is, unless you’ll still trust “Go on. please.” “Why, he never stayed at Rome at all, nor yet in Italy any longer than it takes to come through on the train. Your attention for one mom ent!” He took out a neat pockethook. Blanche had opened her lips, but she did not interrupt; she just grasped the arms of her chair, as though about to bear physical pain. “The Kaiser Fritz”— Toye w'as speaking from his book— “got to Naples late Monday afternoon, September eighth. Seems she was overdue, and I w-as mad about it, and never got aw'ay again till the—” “Do tell me about W alter Cazalet!” cried Blanche. It was like small talk from a dentist at the last moment. “I w'ant you to understand about the steam er first,” said Toye. “She wait ed Monday night in the Bay of Naples, only sailed Tuesday morning, only reached Genoa Wednesday morning, and lay there all of forty-eight hours, as these German boats do, anyhow. That brings us to Friday morning be fore the Kaiser Fritz gets quit of Italy, doesn’t it?” “Yes—I suppose so—do tell me about W a lter!” “Why, I first heard of him at Ge noa, where they figured I should have a stateroom all to myself, as the other gentleman had been left behind at Naples. I never saw him till he scrambled aboard again Friday, about the fifty-ninth minute of the eleventh “At Genoa?” “Sure.” “And you pretend to know where he’d been?” “I guess I do know'”—and Toye sighed as he raised his little hook. “Oat alet stepped on the train that left Naples six-fifty Monday evening, and off the one timed to reach Charing Cross three-twenty-five Wednesday.” “The day of the m—” “Yes. I never called it by the hard est name, myself; nut it was seven- thirty Wednesday evening that Henry Craven got his death-blow' somehow. Well, Waite: Cazalet v left Charing Cross again by the nine o’clock that night, and was back aboard the K aiser Fritz on Friday morning—full of his friends in Rome who didn’t exist!” The note-hook was put aw'ay with every symptom of relief. “I suppose you can prove what you say?” said Blanche in a voice as dull as her unseeing ey<es. “T have men to swear to him—tick et-collectors, (^onductors, waiters on the restaurant-car—all up and dow'n the line. I w'ent over the same ground on the same trains, so that was simple. I can also produce the barber w h o claim s to h a v e tak e n off his beard in Paris, where he put in hours Thursday morning.” Blanche looked up suddenly, not at Toye, hut past him toward an over laden side-table against the wall. It w'as there that Cazalet’s photograph had stood among many others; until this morning she had never missed it, for she seem e d hardly to have been in her room all the week; but she had been wondering who had removed it, w h e t h e r Cazalet h im s e lf (who had spoken of doing so, she now knew why), or Martha (whom she would not question about it) in a fit of ungov ernable disapproval. And now there was the photograph back in its place, leather frame and all! “I know what you did,” said Blanche. ‘You took that photograph with you—the one on that table—and had him identified by i t! ” “It was the night I came down to bid you good-by,” he confessed, “and didn’t have time to wait. I didn’t come down for the photo. I never thought of it till I saw it there. I came down to kind of warn you. Miss Blanche!” “Against him?” she said, as if there w a s on ly one m a n le f t in th e w o r ld. “Yes—I guess I’d already warned Cazalet that I was starting on his tracks.” * And then Blanche just said, “Poor— old—Sweep!” as one talking to her self. And Toye seized upon the words as she had seized on nothing from “Have yoxi only pity for the fellow?” he cried; for she was gazing at the bearded photogi'aph without revul- “Of course,” she answered, hardly attending. “Even though he Ki’led this man— even though he came across Europe to kill him?” “You don’t think it was deliberate yourself, even if he did do it.” “But can you doubt th a t h e did?” cried Toye, quick to ignore the point “I Know What You Did,” Said Blanche. “You T o o k T h a t Photograph W ith You.” she had made, yet none the less sin cerely convinced upon the other. “I guess you wouldn’t if you’d heard some of the things he said to me on the steam er; and he’s made good on every syllable since he landed. Why, it explains every single thing he’s done and left undone. He’ll strain every nerve to have Scruton ably de fended. but he won’t see the man he’s defending; says himself that he can’t face him !” “Yes. He said 3o to me,” said Blanche, nodding in confirmation. “To you?” “I didn’t understand him.” “But you’ve been seeing him all this while?” \Every day,” said Blanche, her soft eyes filling suddenly. “We’ve had— we’ve had the time of our lives!” “My God! ” said Toye. “The time of your life with a man who’s got another man’s blood on his hands—and that makes no difference to you: The time of your life with the man who knew where, to lay hands on the weapon he’d done it with, who went as far as th a t to save the innocent, but no farther!” “He would; he will still, if it’s still necessary. You don’t know him, Mr. Toye; you haven’t known him all your life.” “And all this makes no difference to a good and gentle woman—one of the gentlest and the best God ever made?” “If you mean me, I won't go as far as that,” said Blanche. “I must see him first.” “See Cazalet?” \ Toye had come to his feet, not sim ply in the horror and indignation which had gradually taken possession of him , but under th e sti’e s s o f som e n e w and sudden resolve. “Of course,’’ said Blanche; “of course I must see him as soon aa possible.” “You shall never speak to that man again, as long as ever you live,” said Toye, w'ith the utmost emphasis and deliberation. “Who’s going to prevent me?” “I am, by laying an information against him this minute, mless you promise never to see or to speak to Cazalet again.” Blanche felt cold and sick, but th€ hit of downright bullying did her good. “I didn’t know you were a black m a iler, Mr. Toye!” “You know I’m not; but I mean to save you from Cazalet, blackmail or white.” “To save me from a mere old friend -nothing more — nothing —all our lives!” “I b e liev e th a t,” h e said, search in g h e r w ith h is sm o ld e r in g ey e s . “You couldn’t tell a lie, I guess, not if you tried! But you would do somethingf it’s just a man being next door to hell that would bring a God’s angel— His voice shook. She was as quick to soften on her side. ‘.‘Don’t talk nonsense, please,” she begged, forcing a smile through her distress. “Will yom promise to do nothing if—if I promise?” “Not to go near liim?” “No.” “Nor to see him here?” “No.” “Nor anywhere else?” “No. I give you my word.” “If you break it, I break mine that minute? Is it a deal that way?” “Yes! Yes! I prom ise!” “Then so do I, by God!” said HU- ton Toye. CHAPTER Xm. F a ith U n faith ful. “It’s all perfectly true,” said Cazft. let calmly. “Those were my movo- ments while I was off the ship, except for the five hours and a bit that I was away from Charing Cross. I can’t dispute a detail of all the rest. But th e y ’ll h a v e to fill in th o s e five hours unless they want another case to col lapse like the one against Scruton!” Old Savage had wriggled like a ven erable worm, in the experienced tal ons of the Bobby's Bugbear; but then Mr. Drinkwater and his discoveries had come still worse out of a hotter encounter with the truculent attorney; and Cazalet had described the whole thing as only he could describe a given episode, down to the ^ultimate dismissal of the charge against Scru ton, with a gusto the more cynical for the deliberately low pitch of his voice. It was in the little lodging-house sit ting room at Nell Gwynne’s Cottages; he stood with his hack to the crack ling fire that he had just lighted him self, as it were, already at hay; for the folding doors were in front of hia noae, and h is ey e s roved in c e s s a n t ly from the landing door on one side to the curtained casement on the other. Yet sometimes he paused to gaze at the friend who had come to warn him of his danger; and there was nothing cynical or grim about him then. Blanche had broken her word for perhaps the first time in her life; hut it had never before been extorted from her by duress, and it would be affec tation to credit her with much com punction on the point. Her one great qualm lay in the possibility of Toye’s turning up at any moment; but this she had obviated to some extent by coming straight to the cottages when he left her—presumably to look for Cazalet in London, since she had been careful not to mention his change of address. Cazalet, to her relief, but also a little to her hurt, she had found at his lodgings in the neighborhood, full of the news he had not managed to communicate to her. But it was no time for taking anything but his peril to heart. And that they had been dis cussing, almost as man to man, il rather as innocent man to innocent man; for even now, or perhaps now in his presence least of all, Blanche could not bring herself to believe hei old friend guilty of a violent crime, however unpremeditated, for which another had been allowed to suffer, for however short a time. (TO BE CONTINUED.) “Rag-Time.” Rag-time music, “being in no wise serious,” is the reverse of depressing. “The African jingles of the present day create an emotional atmosphere of restlessness and excitement which is typically American, and which is opposed to health only so far as our national restlessness and lack of poise tend to make us a people whose na tional disease is nervous exhaustion.” Roughly speaking, lively music, such as rag-time, is likely to rouse de pressed persons from their melan choly; sad and pathetic music wlU soothe the excitable and hypernerv* WHEN THE MEAT IS BDI1,ED Some Simple Rules That Must Be Ob served If the Best Results Are to Be Had. B o iled m e a t s to &s* p a latab le and ju icy m u s t be cooked w itli care aud ai- ■ways below the boiling point. To boil m eat plunge it into a kettle of boiling water, boil rapidly for five minutes to seal or cement the juices on the out side, then push it to the hack of the stove where it cannot possibly boil, b ut will remain at about 180 degrees Fah renheit for six or eight hours. A piece of boiled m eat should be juicy, tender and rich in flavor. Add salt one hour before the m eat is done. In all methods of cooking the ob ject is to make the m eat tender, to increase its flavor, and to retain its juices. No m a tter which of the meth ods you choose to accomplish this, we m ust quickly sear the outside of the m eat to prevent the entrance of water and the escape of the juices. In making soups purchase the shin or leg of beef, and use cold water to draw out the flavoring juices. The object is directly opposite from boil ing. By using cold water and cook ing the meat at a low temperature, we get the. flavoring and stimulating parts of the meat, but we cknnot make a m eat soup nutritious unless we add other materials. Clear and hot, it is Stimulating, but has no food value. ' One Way to Make a Friend. T h e r e are sev e r a l kinds of hypocrisy, but the one that masculinity most fa vors is spurious devilishness. Nothing brings the beam of contentment so fervently to the mediocre eye as a Don Juan accusation. Dig him in tfc^ ribs and wink as you call him a sly dog— and he loves you. He may be the quintessence of domestic respectabil ity, but if you will but insist that you believe him capable of maintaining si seraglio with consummate deceit, you are his friend. Make the Beds Correctly. To make up a bed so that it will be smooth, tuck the clothes in, one piece at a time, at the sides, and complete the work all but tucking the clothes in at the foot. Now draw the clothes down, one at a time, as taut as possi ble, and tuck them in at the- foot. The bed will be far nicer looking than would be otherwise possible. If the bed is of iron or brass, which does not permit of tucking in the coverlet, tuck in the other clothes as directed, placing the coverlet over all. Fish Souffle. One-half pound cooked fish', two eggs, two ounces butter, pepper and salt to taste; anchovy sauce if liked. Pound up the fish, melt the butter, add it to the fish with the beaten yolks of eggs and seasoning. Beat up the whites of eggs to a stiff froth, add them lightly to the other ihixture in the pie dish and bake In a quick oven about twenty minutes. Barley Water. W ash one and a half tablespoonfuls barley, cover with cold w a ter and soak over night; in the morning add water to one pint, boil until tender and the liquid reduced to one cupful. Strain, season with salt, adding a lit tle milk or cream if desired. Rice wa ter is prepared as barley water, only shorter cooking. Lung-Trouble Drink. W ash clean a few pieces of Irish moss, put in a pitcher and pour over it two cupfuls boiling water; set where it will keep at boiling point, but not boil, for two hours; strain and squeeze into it the juice of one lemon; sweeten to taste. If the patient can not take lemon, flavor with vanilla or nutmeg. HAVE ROSY CHEEKS AND FEEL FRESH AS A DAISY-TRY THIS! S a y s g l a s s o f hot v /ater w ith p h o s p h a te before break fast washes out poisons. DAINTY MENU FOR BREAKFAST First Meal of the Day is of Consid erable importance to Ail the Fam ily. The question of the breakfast menu depends upon the individual taste. The fruit should not be too cold. The fruits in season should naturally be served. If the tray is of ample size a small compote filled with cherries and currants arranged together on shaved ice is attractive. Oranges should never be sent up on a tray un prepared. Hot toast, preferably un buttered, seems to be growing in favor for breakfast, though other hot breads are frequently served. Popovers and crisp corn muffins are excellent for breakfast if they can be served as soon as baked, and with them there should be marmalade of some variety. It is a wise plan to see that the tray is always supplied with a little jar o f jam or m a rm a lade. To see the tinge of healthy bloom in your face, to see your skin get clearer and deafer, to wake up with out a headache, backache, coated ‘ tongue or a nasty breath, in fact to feel your best, day in and day out, just try inside-bathing every morning for one week. Before breakfast each day, drink a glass of real hot w a ter with a tea spoonful of limestone phosphate in it as a harmless means of washing from the stomach, liver, kidnej’^s and bowels the previous day’s indigestible waste, sour bile and toxins; thus cleansing, ^ sweetening and purifying the entire alimentary .canal before putting more food into the stomach. The action of hot w a ter and limestone phosphate on an em p ty sto m a /jh is w o n d e r fu lly in vigorating. It cleans out all the sour fermentations, ga^’es and acidity and gives one a splendid appetite for breakfast. A quarter pound of limestone phos phate will cost very little at your drug gist or general store, but is sufficient to demonstrate that just as soap and hot water cleanses, sweetens and freshens the skin, so hot water and limestone phosphate act on the blood and internal organs. Those who are subject to constipation, bilious attacks, acid stomach, rheum atic twinges, also those whose skin is sallow and com plexion pallid, are assured that one week of inside-bathing will have them both looking and feeling better in ev ery way.—Adv. Long Journey to Safety. Three thousand refugees from the devastated provinces of western Rus sia arrived in Irkutsk, the capital of Siberia, recently. Some of them had been 12 weeks journeying hither and thither. II TAKE A GLASS OF SALTS WHEN BLADDER BOTHERS Staffordshire English Mince Tarts. One-half pound of flour, one tea spoonful of salt, four ounces of lard and one teaspoonful of baking powder and enough ice w ater to mix dough. Sift dry ingredients, rub in lard and mix to a stiff dough with ice water. Let it stand for one hour in a cool place. Roll out thin and cover a pie plate with the paste. Fill with mince meat, then put strips one-half inch wide across the top, in lattice fashion, to cover the pie. Brush with white of beaten egg and bake in moderate oven until well browned. When ready to cut place one teaspoonful of orange marmalade on each piece. Serve hot with a mug from the wassail bowl. To brew the wassail—Place in a large punchbowl one lemon and one oran g e sliced thin , tw o stick s o f cin namon, one-half teaspoonful of grated nutmeg; pour over this one gallon of boiling cider. Let this m ixture cool and then cut into quarters four apples that have been previously roasted. Serve this drink in punch glasses or Harmless to Flush Kidneys and Neu tralize Irritating Acids—Splendid for the System. Kidney and Bladder weakness result from uric acid, says a noted authority. The kidneys filter this acid from the blood and pass it on to the bladder, where it often remains to irritate and Inflame, causing a burning, scalding sensation, or setting up an irritation at the neck of the bladder, obliging w you to seek relief two or three times *' during the night. The sufferer is in constant dread, the w a ter passes sometimes with a scalding sensation and is very profuse; again, there is difficulty in avoiding it. Bladder weakness, most folks call it, because they can’t control urina tion. While it is extremely annoying and sometimes very painful, this is really one of the most simple ailments . to overcom e . G et about four ou n c e s of Jad Salts from your p harmacist and take a tablespoonful in a glass of w a ter before breakfast, continue this for two or three days. This will neu tralize the acids in the urine so it no longer is a source of irritation to the bladder and urinary organs which then act normally again. Jad Salts is inexpensive, harmless, and is made from the acid of grapes and lemon juice, combined with lithia, and is used by thousands of folks who are subject to urinary d isorders caused by uric acid irritation. Jad Salts is splendid for kidneys and causes no bad effects v/hatever. Here you have a pleasant, efferves cent lithia-water drink, which quickly relieves bladder trouble.—^Adv. Good to T h em . “Is your new servant good to the children?” “Yes, indeed. She never tells mo any of the bad things they do while I am away.” A DON’T LOSE ANOTHER HAIR Treat Your Scalp With Cuticura and Prevent Hair Falling. Trial Free. For dandruff, itching, burning scalp, ^ the cause of dry, thin and falling hair, Cuticura Soap and Ointment are most effective. Touch spots of dandruff and itching with Cuticura Ointment. Then shampoo with Cuticura Soap and hot water. No treatm e n t more successful. Free sample each by mail with Book. Address postcard, Cuticura, DepL L, Boston. Sold everywhere.—^Adv. Well Acquainted. “Do you know the nature of an oath, madam?” “Well, I ought to, sir. We’ve just moved, and my husband has been lay ing the carpets.” TO STOrrERMBLE RHEUMATIC PAINS Get a b< original yei: a t druggist: ironing Calicoes. Dark calicoes should be ironed on the wrong side with irons th a t are not too hot. To Darn Old Linen. The raveled threads from old linen will be found best for darning table- clotbs or napkins Widowers, like tumble-down houses, should be r©-paired-
