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THE UPPER BBS MOIMS; ALGO1STA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 2T. 1899. 3 CHAPTER VI.—(Ck>n tinned.) My beart sank as I remembered the Incident of last evening, the evidently clandestine meeting In the shrubbery fct Forest L*a. Could this? journey be Conec-ted with that meeting, and could the timid, raodost girl I bad known at Forest Lea be capable of planning and carrying out secret arrangements, surrounded by so many difficulties in her circumstances? What did it mean? The endless green panorama still flitted by; not a sound, save the occasional rustling of a newspaper, broke the silence ijl the railway carriage; the passengers were either sleepy or unsociable. An irrepressible desire to speak lo Miss Rraufcombe possessed me—I could bear the situation no j longer. I turned toward her with the paper I bad been reading in my band. Intending to offer It to her. She wa already occupied with a book—one of those thin paper-covered rolames bought at book-stalls—and she did not raise her eyes from it or otherwise appear to have noticed my movement- There was no doubt of her wish to ignore our previous acquaintance. And a conclusive furtaer proof of her identity was given me in her dress, which I now had the opportunity of seeing more distinctly. It was of a brownish •hade, and the pattern a little check— & simple girlish costume which I remembered she had worn in the morn- Ing of the day Col. Branscombe died. Could I forget the least detail connected with her? A sudden inspiration flashed through my mind. Miss Branscombe had sought this method of communicating with me privately, away from her family circle, and the reserve she maintained was necessary for the moment in the presence of our fellow-passengers, some of whom might be known to her by sight at least. When the proper moment arrived she would explain herself. I "Young lady not coming back, sir?" said one of them, a portly squire, with a humorous twinkle in the corner of bis eye. "She's left her cloak and her book"—pointing to the latter where it lay on the floor. "Not coming back— eh!" "I suppose not," I answered as indifferently as I could, stooping to pick up the dropped volume. On the fly-leaf was written In pencil the name "Nona Branscombe." CHAPTER VII. "Five minutes past four," I said to myself as I sprang out on to the platform at Euston Station. "I shall just have time to report myself at the office before Rowton leaves, get a feed somewhere, and catch the 6:30 back to Forest Lea. Here, hansom—as fast as you can drive to Chancery Lane!" My plans had been rapidly formed in the time which elapsed between Miss Branscombe's disappearance at Molton Junction and my arrival at Euston. If Miss Branscombe intended to return to Forest Lea that night, reference to Bradshaw hart shown me that It must be by the 6:50 train from town—there was no other stopping at Westford; and if she did not return from that mysterious errand—which I could no longer flatter myself was in any way connected with me—then my presence at Forest Lea might be urgently needed. Such testimony as I could give as to Miss Branscombe's movements might be of the utmost consequence if she was to be saved from some unknown villainy of Charlie Branscombe's. I shuddered at the thought of her possible danger In his hands, and urged my cabby to swifter speed over the rattling London streets. James Rowton received me with open arms. "Awfully glad you've come back, old man; the chief is still laid up, and I find myself up to my ears In work." "IT WAS NO NA HERSELF." knew what fruitless attempts ehe had already made to enlist me on her side. Tola idea did not perhaps remove the primary and greatest difficulty of the aitnation, but I hailed it eagerly. It gave Miss Branscombe the loophole which my love demanded. I was con- £ent to wait my lady's pleasure—nay, I was more than content—I forgot all the doubts and fears which had harassed me a moment ago in the rapturous delight of the thought that she trusted me, she turned to me for help !a ber difficulties. A man in love will forgive any indiscretion of which he is himself the object and by which he profile. The train sped on, the afternoon shadows lengthened. The express stopped at few stations on Its rapid journey, and, as one after the other of these halting places was passed without a eign from Miss Branseombe, 1 began to conclude that her destination was the same a? •aay '•wn—or, was she only sitting out the fellow-passengers, not ope of whom had left us? The question was presently answered In a etartjing and unexpected manner. Molton, a large busy junction, was reached. We were on the point of leaving it again after a three minutes' halt, when Miss Branscombe, with a hurried glance at the platform, started to her feet, and before I could assist or prevent her, she had snatched her bag from the opposite seat, beckoned to « pausing porter, and left the carriage is «he had entered it—swiftly and suddenly, I sprang After her. "Just starting sir—time's up!" sailed the porter. I gave Wtle heed co the warning; out * stream of passengers just ar- by the branch line interposed me and Miss Branscombe, the of the express sounded, and remembrance of CpJ. Branscombe's left behind ate in the carriage, 8W to my duty. I dabbed back fo*t (ft Uwe, mad with disappointment *nd baffled curiosity, (tad revalued my to a condition which reused my The junior was not fond of work. "There's that case of Rose versus Emery—you know all about it, I suppose, and old Mrs. Entwistle's estate, and Sir Everard Brimbone's settlements—they are all on me like a pack of wolves. Morton, from Morton and White's, has been in three times today. Sir Everard wants the thing pushed on—marriage comes off at the end of the month. Wish people wouldn't get married! Fagged to death—ugh!"—rising and stretching himself. "Well, what's your news? Old man dead?" "Yes," I said laconically, for his tone jarred upon me. "Colonel Branscombe's will is here"—pointing to my Gladstone bag. "We'd better tako a copy, I suppose." "Yes, I suppose so. What has the old fellow done—left everything to that rip of a nephew?" "No," I answered unwillingly. Nora's name had become a sacred word to me, and I hesitated to pronounce it in such a presence. "No? Then what has he done with the estate? I thought he had no other relations." "He had a niece," I replied, fumbling for the key of my bag. "Oh, here it Is!"—taking the key from my pocket. "Jennings must stay and make the copy, and send it down." "A niece?" interrupted Rowton. "Who is she? Never heard of her. What's she like? Young or old? Does fhe.come in for the land and all? Why don't you speak out, man?" "I—I will in a moment," I rejoined. "What on earth Is the matter with this key?"—holding it up to the light. "Something in the barrel—dust, I dare say," suggested Rowton carelessly. "But about the niece—Fin interested, Fort. Is she young and beautiful, and an heiress?" "It's the lock," I exclaimed; "the key's right enough, and yet the bag has scarcely been out of my eight. What the""" I stared at my partner, whilst I felt every vestige of color leaving my cheeks, "This bag isn't m|ue; it's—It's—look at this"—pointing to a half-effaced label of a foreign hpt«l adhering to the bottom, of the Gladstone t have never been at —examining It more closely—' is not my bag; O»e k*y doesn't fit." "Whew—w!" whistled my partner. "A case of 'exchange no robbery.' You've bagged somebody else's, and he's bagged yours"—laughing at his own pun. "Awfully disgusted he'll be when he sees the documents." "It's an impossibility," I ejaculated. "The bag was put into the carriage and taken out again by my own hands, and It never left my sight throughout the Journey. It was on the opposite seat I can swear there's been no mistake. It's a robbery! Send for the police." The words died on my lips. A terrible suspicion darted into my mind. Nona Branscombe Bad carried a black bag—a Gladstone, the facsimile of mine—and I had deposited it beside my own on the vacant seat. In her arecipitate flight she had taken the bag, leaving cloak and book behind her, and, as I remembered now, effectually covering up the Gladstone she had left. In her agitation she had evidently exchanged the bags by mistake. "Robbery? Nonsense—it's a case of exchange!" persisted James Rowton. "Can't you remember who had the other? Did he come all the way?" "Yes," I said confusedly, putting my hand to my head. "I remember; she got out at Moltou." "She!" echoed my partner. "Was It a woman? And with a Gladstone!" "Yes," I answered, heartily vexed with myself for the involuntary admission, "it was a woman. I'll go back to Euston and wire to Molton at once. The mistake may have been discovered and my bag left there; aud I will follow the message by the first train." "Off again?" exclaimed Rowton ruefully. "There's a week's fag here"— pointing to a pile of documents which filled the table. "Can't help it!" I retorted. "The funeral takes place the day after tomorrow. I must be present to read the will, take executor's instructions, and so on; and there is other business which must be attended to." "Can't I run down?" proposed Rowton. "Is the heiress there? I should like to see her." "I must find the will," I replied. "There's no time to be lost. The Colonel gave me special instructions; I am bound to bo present—other things must wait." ' "You're off then?" said Rowton, reluctantly. "Well, ta-ta, old fellow! Wire when you've got the bag. It's an awful joke, though—such a sell for the lady." "Don't let the chief hear of it," I stopped to request as I left the office, the fatal bag In my hand—"it would upset him." "All right," nodded the chief's nephew. "It was an awfully flat thing to do, you know, Fort—to let a woman run off with the old Colonel's will. And a steady-going fellow like you, too! Now, if it had been I—" I stayed to hear no more. My hansom was waiting, and my Jarvie celved his instructions to hurry back to Euston with the equanimity of his order. What did it matter if all the world had gone mad so long as his faro was a good one? My message was soon dispatched, and whilst I waited for the answer I made my way to the refreshment room. But, notwithstanding my long fast, I was too fevered and excited to eat, and could only swallow a glass of wine and break a biscuit. Then I hovered impatiently about the door of the telegraph office, musing on the complication which this unlucky accident had brought into the whole •»*• fair. (To be continued.) DAIKY AND POULTRY. INTERESTING CHAPTERS FOR OUR RURAL READERS. j How Sncr«mfal Farmer* Operate Ttils | Department of the Farm— A Few j Hint* a» to the Car* of Ltr« Stock } *nd Feral try. in Cold Storage. According to reports circulating in Chicago an enormous quantity of eggs are stored in that city. Six of the great cold storage plants have an aggregate of nearlr 700,000 cases, or about 168.000,000 eggs. This is said to be 280,000 cases more than last year j at this time. These eggs are worth over a million and a half of dollars. The following is an estimate of eggs in cold storage in the entire United States: Cases. Chicago 700.000 New York City 235,000 ! Buffalo 125,000 Albany 75,000 Syracuse 30.000 Troy 75,000 Little Falls, N. Y 10,000 Other New York points 40,000 Boston 150,000 Other Massachusetts points 40,00) Philadelphia 200,000 Other Pennsylvania points 100,000 Providence 100,000 Sioux City 125,000 Other Iowa points 100.000 Minnesota, state 100,000 Kansas City 90,000 St. Louis CO.OOO Other Missouri points 25,000 Connecticut, state 50.000 Omaha 25,000 Ohio, state 100,000 Indiana, state 100,000 Michigan, state 50.000 Wisconsin, state 100,000 Kansas, state 50,000 This does not include Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, New Jersey, Maryland, Colorado, and California. Last year receipts of eggs on the New York market were over 90,000,000 dozen, but the recipts for the first six months of this year showed a decided falling off. New York is the largest egg market in the world, and last year handled over $18,000,000 worth of eggs, figured at the average retail price of 20 cents. The calico printing interest, uses over 40,000,000 dozen eggs annually, while the coffee roasters, photographic trade, the cracker combines, and the chemical trade consume twice as many. In fact, the grocers are compelled to compete In the general market against buyers from a dozen manufacturing interests. CARD-PLAYING STORIES. They Must Have Been "Perfect Ladles" In Those Days. One of the most notorious female gum'blers of the eighteenth century wag Miss Pelham, the daughter of the prime minister, says Temple Bar. She not only ruined herself at cards, but would 'have beggared her sister Mary as well had not their friends intervened and insisted on the sisters separating. Horace Walpole gives a pitiful account of "poor Miss Pelham sitting up all night at the club without a woman, .losing hundreds a night and her temper and beating her 'head." Another writer says that the unhappy woman often played with the tears streaming down her cheeks. Lady Mary Compton, an old maiden lady, a contemporary of Miss Pelham and, like her, addicted to gambling, had tha same propensity to tears. When she lost, wo are told, she wept bitterly— "not for the loss Itself," she was careful to explain, "but for the unkindnesa of the cards." Both ladies, when luok went against them, lost their temipers, as did many others, and among them Mrs. Olive. The actress, after her retirement from the stage, lived at Twickenham, in. a cottage lent her by Horace Walpole. The place had then a reputation for quiet card parties. In Montpelier row lived four aged dames, known in the neighborhood as Manille, Spadille, Basto and Plmto; terms drawn for the game of quadrille. They were accustomed to assemble every night ait eac'h other's houses to play cards. On the first of the month each in turn gave a grand party. A relative of one of the ladies has left an account of one of these functions at which he was present. Mrs. Olive was one of the guests and happened to have for her opponent an old lady with very white hair, who in the course of the game displayed 'two 'black aces. There, upon Mrs. Cllve flew In a rage and ecreamed: "Two black acesj Here! take your napney, though, j wish, 4a* stead I could give you two Wack you oW white Dairy Notes. Canada is rapidly taking a position as a producer of dairy products for export that she bids fair to be able to hold. The energetic action of the Canadian government both in protecting the quality of such products and in assisting exports has created an enthusiasm that is not found on this side of the line. Yet if we could induce all men to be honest we need not fear the measures the Canadian authorities are taking, but with so many firms In the United States making butter and cheese of doubtful character the Canadians seem able to greatly obstruct our progress in securing foreign markets. Not only so, but we may expect to see Canada successfully Invade our own home markets. * * * Some of the magistrates in England are rather severe on people that are caught violating the oleomargarine act. Recently a countrywoman fixed up some oleo in the iorm of butter and sold it to a shopwoman. The latter sold it to her customers and thus it got into the hands of the Inspectors. As soon as she was informed of the character of the product she was selling the sbopwom- an told the source of her supply and did all In her power to convict the guilty person. The latter was fined £20. The judges expressed their sympathy with the shopwoman but fined her 10 shillings, evidently as a caution to herself and others. Some of our English contemporaries are indignant over the matter, as they believe the shopwoman was entirely Innocent, and deny the right of the judges to levy even a small fine in such cases. * * • We have heard a great deal about the effects on the flavor of butter of pasteurizing the milk or cream. It was said that this process left a tasle in the butter that was objectionable to the consumer. It now appears that this fact is likely to be of value rather than otherwise. Reports from Sweden indicate that the purchasers of Swedish butter are in some cases find- Ing that this kind of butter sells better than the other kind, for the consumers regard it as a proof that the milk has been properly pasteurized. Sooner or later the same idea will extend to England and America. Some people prefer the cooked flavor anyway, and with the others It Is largely a matter of education. When this becomes the case no one can argue against pasteurizing. It is-not a difficult matter to educate people to like a thing that they believe conserves their health and lengthens life. * » • We have heard a great deal about the various villainous compounds for making butter out of casein, but we hardly expected that they would be purchased to any great extent. Reports, however, from some of the western states, particularly Minnesota, indicate that they have had quite an extensive sale and that the purchasers of the chemicals have been pushing their products on some of the large butter markets of the country, 8ow« of the Minnesota j changes have taken np the matter &JD< ! hare notified the makers that if any I more of the so-called butter is put on j the market they will be prosecuted to 1 the full extent of the law. It was found that in some cases almost half of this product was water and casein. It Is truly surprising that some men will do all in their power to help ruin their own market because they see to ther-selves a temporary advantage. Weed/i and Prof. Thomas Shaw says: Of the 600 weeds and grasses growing in the Northwest, it is estimated by those that have made a study of it that sheep will eat not less than 576 of them, while horses consume but 82 and cattle only 56 of them. The fact is. sheep prefer many kinds of weeds to grasses, and weedy cattle and horse pastures are always Improved by turning a small flock of sheep Into them. Whenever I see a boy in a mustard field of large area pulling out the mustard plants, where the grain grows among the mustard rather than the mustard among the grain, memory goes back to the days when I worked at the di~"ouraging task of cutting thistles with a butcher knife. There is no way of killing weeds like turning sheep on them. Take a piece of weed-infested land and grow upon it a success of pasture crops for one, two or three years, according to the tenacity of the weeds and according to their numbers. The aim should be to grow them in as close a succession as possible, and to crowd the largest number of them possible into a single season. When sheep devour weeds they do not charge anything for their work. They do not tear the weeds out and leave them to waste on the surface as does the cultivator. They do not gather them in their arms as the boys do and then carry them laboriously to the other end of the field. They turn them into mutton, fresh, juicy and crisp. A sheep's stomach is the most perfect receptacle that was ever made for weeds. It is sure death to every form of weed life. No weed seeds retain the power of resurrection after having been buried in that living sepulcher, the stomach of a sheep. When sheep consume weeds they take out some of the nitrogen, a little of the phosphorous and the potash to supply their own needs, and the residue they put back over the land to stimulate the growth of the crops that shall yet be sown. Ups und Downs of Poultry Culture. Mrs. Delia Maxwell says: 'An old hen will sit and hover her brood at midday in the burning sun when the thermometer registers 100 in the shade and cluck and call the same brood to follow her through the wot weeds and bedraggle them to death or freeze them in the first snow that falls. An ugly, awkward, unsightly young co k erel will stay within warm limits am! feed close to the henhouse until !u- grows fine feathered and beautiful an-i becomes a pride and a care, then ho deliberately strays off to some out o.' the way place and offers himselt' a sacrifice to a mink or a hawk or haugs himself in a wire fence, or sticks hi:; head under a moving wagon wheel with as much religious pride as a martyr walks unflinchingly to the stake. The prettiest fowl in the barnyard will drown himself in a slop-tub and the ugliest one on the farm will doggedly cling to life and his ugliness. All the hens will lay when eggs are 6 cents a dozen and it is too late for hatching; then cluck and sing and cackle when egds are worth 25 cents and you are anxious to get your incubator going. These are a few of the ups and downs of poultry culture. atnnal report of the O*-lafte»» Experiment Station says: April 27, 1899, eight pigs wert tfrtfc- ed into two lots, one weighing 250 Ib&j the other 270 Ibs. They were placed ttf alfalfa plats of about one-hall acri each, one lot receiving iio other food, the other full feed of Kafir meal of shelled corn. During five weeks the pigs with ntf food but alfalfa made gain of 61 Ibs., or 15.25 Ibs., each. For next three weeks, to June 22, they gained only seven pounds, less than two pounds each. While there was a good stand of alfalfa and the season was favorable for its growth, the four pigs, averaging about 80 Ibs., each kept it well eaten off. The four pigs full fed grain with th» alfalfa gained 199 Ibs., in fire weeks, or practically 50 Ibs., each In 35 days. In next three v/eeks they gained 125 Ibs., or nearly one and one-halt pounds per day. With this last was a sow with a litter of pigs. She gained Cl Ibs., in first five weeks, when she was removed, her five pigs gained 146 Ibs., in first five weeks and 96 Ibs., in next three weeks. A young boar in same lot gained 46 Ibs., in 26 days, and 29 Ibs., in next three weeks. There was fed to all the pigs in this plat 1,688 Ibs. corn and Kafir. They made total gain in eight weeks of 764 Ibs., using only 2.21 Ibs. grain, in addition to the alfalfa for each pound ot gain. Counting the small pigs with ilie others the grain eaten was less than three pounds per day each. Obviously the grain feeding was profitable. Possibly equal or greater profit might have resulted if only partial feed of grain had been given. The plat pasturing the pigs with grain feed carried at least one-half more stock than the other, but the alfalfa remained green and fresh. Six young brood sows, with, pigs, were kept during same period on a small native grass pasture with access to a very small quantity of the droppings and waste from feeding the work teams. They gained 50 Ibs. in five weeks, and 90 Ibs. in next three weeks. 1 he sow which had been full fed grain on alfalfa'pasture during May, was put in this pasture June 1 and lost 11 Ibs. in three weeks. This trial illustrates me fact that our native grasses will enable pigs to make some gain during the early part of the season. They become 1'ss palatable as the season advances. Quality for Market.—It does not follow because a fowl seems to be of good size and nicely grown that it is marketable. The three-months-old chicken may have a big frame, and the making of a good table bird, but unless it carries flesh only disappointment will accrue when the account for sales comes In from your market man. The most certain way of fattening the young chicks is to shut them up in properly constructed coops, for fil'teeu or twenty days and feed them every three hours, the earlier In the morning the first meal is given the better. Their diet should consist of buckwheat meal or corn meal, mixed with milk to the consistency of crumbly dough, and a little crude tallow can be added with advantage. Give milk if it is plentiful.—Ex. Butter that Fades. I hardly think it possible for any one to give just the reason for such a condition coming to pure butter; yet it does happen very often, and almost always in butter that has been made a long time and then taken from a place of storage and put in a place where the temperature is very different from | where it has previously been kept, says H. S. Matteson, in Country Gen- j tleman. Some good authorities say it ;s caused by poor salt. To this I am not quite willing to agree. I am of opinion that it comes from not being in the first place made as it should be. The salt is not thoroughly incorporated in the butter, and this will allow some parts of it to become rancid and develop that peculiar tallow or greasy flavor. The rancidity causes the butter to undergo certain changes that will make the natural color fade out, and In extreme instances the butter will become just about the color of clean tallow—a yellowish white. With color and flavor both gone, it is little else than tallow. The color of butter is said to come almost entirely irom the palmatin which it contains as part of its component fats, and since this is not classed with its volatile parts, we can hardly assume that it gets away by any process of evaporation; hence I conclude that this condition comes because of the development of rancidity which will develop in butter kept for a long time, that when first made was fairly good butter. I have never known of any butter com' ;ng to this condition except when it | had been kept for months before be! nig used, and I have never known it ' LO lose its color except when it had ! that tallowy taste. This, to me, is ! evidence that the loss of color is due to causes I have mentioned. Gain of a Chick.—The question of how much will a chick gain is an interesting one, says Poultry West. The following is about correct: The eggs weigh two ounces; the newly hatched chick weighs one and a quarter ounces; at one week old, two ounces; three weeks old, six and a quarter ounces; four weeks old, ten ounces; five weeks old, fourteen ounces; six weeks old, eighteen and a half ounces; seven weeks old, twenty-three and a half ounces; nine weeks old, thirty- two ounces; ten weeks old, thirty-six ounces; eleven weeks old, forty-one ounces. A Fair Hatch.—No doubt some desire to know what a "fair hatch" is, and in answer to inquiries in regard to what may be expected, we will say that seven chicks from thirteen eggs is considered a fair hatch. No breeder can guarantee his eggs to hatch, as that is beyond his knowledge. The best he can do is to send eggs from strong, vigorous birds. Much of the difficulty is with the buyers who, suppose because a hen sits well, the eggs must hatch, when, in fact, some hens do not create sufficient heat from their bodies for that purpose.—Ex. The average number of horses killed in Spanish bull fights every year exceeds 6.0QQ, while from 1,009 to j.200 bulls are sacrificed. When the Lambs Come.—When. tha lambs commence coming is when tho shepherd must be up and stirring. He should visit the flock every few hours, both day and night, especially if the weather is cold and stormy. As soon as the lamb is dropped, it and ita mother should be removed to a small stall to themselves. See that each teat is open, by drawing some milk with thumb and finger, and see that the larnb takes nourishment before leaving it. Often it is necessary, with a weak lamb, to milk some milk in a spoon and pour it down the lamb. After the lamb is a few days old and strong enough to follow its mother, they may be turned in the lot with the other ewes and lambs. The feed now should be increased and of such a nature as to produce a large flow of milk. One should have a variety of feed, so as to make a change every day or two. Oats, bran, corn chop, with a little oil meal, make a good grain ration,—Ex. Rearing Young Turkeys.—One of the chief difficulties in rearing youni turkeys seems to be that they sometimes have the gluttonous appetite of the young duck without the digestive power to make use of so much food In part this must be overcome by care in feeding little and often, and in part by allowing them to exercist and thus to stimulate better digestion, —Ex. After some wives succeed in settlnf the last word they sit down and cry over it. The real pleasure o; )lf« is to ing wb*t we w»»t when w

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