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gnniiuimmmiimumiiiniMuimnnnuyimiiiniininjiiiiiiiiuiiiHiiiiimiiiniiiiji S a I faxAL FINGERS I I By WILLIAM LE QUEUX, g1 = = 5 Author of The Money Spider," J. The Riddle of the Ring," 60. A CHAPTER XX.. I REVEALS TREACHERY. J He was half-inclined to remain and cross to Antwerp. But the thought that the man Was undoubtedly an Italian decided him, so just as the "gangway was withdrawn he llipped lightly across it and returned ashore. Next morning John Ambrose, his old self, With patriarchal white beard, wearing beavy-rimmed glasses and minus his hag, flighted from a cab before the Grand Hotel *n Brussels, and at the bureau asked for the room reserved for Mr. Greig, of Glasgow. He was at once shown to one on the second Qoor, to which, a few moments later, a well- Worn leather trunk, bearing the initials **J. F. G. was brought in, having arrived from a luggage depository an hour ago, while presently a page brought up a letter which had been waiting his arrival several days. Unlocking the trunk, the old fellow took out"* a fresh and rather smart suit, consisting of black morning coat and grey check trousers, as well as a soft grey hat, and quickly he changed his dress. Thus was his shabbincss transformed into smartness, all being completely in keeping, with gold albert and diamond ring. Afterwards he descended and passed out to take a stroll along the busy boulevard as far as the Bourse, and afterwards up the Montagne de la Cour, where he idled, look- ing into shops and gazing through his monocle at the smart ladies out shopping. During his r.bsence, however, a little, under-sized, ferret-eyed man of typical Bel- gian aspect, and somewhat eeedily dressed, entered the big hotel, and, passing into the bureau, asked in French: "Has there arrived to-day a thin-faced, clean-shaven Englishman, whose only lug- gage was a little brown leather bag? His real name is Ambrose, and he is from Lon- ion." "I regret, m'sieiir," replied the clerk politely, for he knew who he was, "but we have nobody of that name. We have had several English arrivals to-day, but nobody corresponding with the description." "No Englishman with a small brown bag -eb?" inquired the detective, adding, "The English police are very anxious that he should be detained upon a serious charge." And then he gave a further and more de- tailed description, reading him the telegram of inquiry as received at the Central Bureau of Police that morning from Scotland Yard. The truth was that the detective at Parkestcin, on returning home to Harwich, had looked at the photograph, and becoming convinced that the wanted man had actually sailed, he again telephoned to London, and Scotland Yard had, in turn, lost no time in oonamunicating with the Belgian police. "We have a Monsieur Greig from Glas- gow," replied the chef de reception, "an old Man with a full white beard, like King Lco aO and wearing a monocle. He Walks with a slight limp, laRing heavily Upon his stick." "Did he pretend to be an Italian?" "Not in the least. He spoke in English, Hm lug-g??e and letters were awaiting turn. 0 I:> ^Had he previously engaged a roomt" -Had lie pre,iously engaged a room?" And lie has & beard, and is lame, eh?" fly An, then I fear it cannot be the indi- vidual for whom the London police are searching," replied the undersized Belgian. "Look!" whispered the elcrk in French; "see over there! That's him!" And he indicated the fugitive, leanin g heavily upon his stick, though well-dressed un very prosperous-looking. "No, no," exclaimed the detective. trI1 can't be the person. He is described in this despatch as clean-shaven, decrepit, rathei slovenly in attire, often affects to be an Italian. Not a single point in the descrip- tion corresponds. Height, size, face, clothes, gait, manner—everything differs. Bah! those -English police arc droll fellows!" And then the detective laughed, and soon afterwards raised his hat to the clerk in thE bureau and left. < < < That same night, just before ten o'clock. 'While Ambrose was secure in Brussels, Maidee Lambton was standing before the mirror in her room preparing to slip out in secret. Her suspicions being again aroused., she was nervous and anxious, and had re- solved to watch Gordon's movements aftez he left the House that night. The maid, .with her dark, smooth hair and white apron, stood beside her as she was in the act of pinning on her neat black hat, when suddenly, in trying to fix it firmly; one of the long pins accidentally grazed the .top of her head. It was no unusual occurrence, therefore 6he took no notice of it until, a few moments later, as she was pulling on her long suede gloves, she exclaimed "Oh, Raynjr, I-I do feel so faint, so queer. I—I wonder what's the matter with me "You do look pale, miss!" cried the girl in alarm. "I'll get the smelling-salts from the dressing-room." Next second, however, Rayner saw that lier mistress had become short of breath. She was gasping. Her hand .clutched at her breast and she reeled sidelong against the big, handsome dressing-table, while the anaid just succeeded in preventing her fall- ing to the floor. "I can't make it out," her mis-trees gasped, her eyes staring from her head wildly, her jaws seeming as though they t had become fixed. "Whv-a.h !-I--I can't move my mouth! It was that scratch. It iburns like fire!" Rayner, too alarmed to make any com- ment, took up the two other silver hat-pina lying upon the tray on the dressing-table, and saw, to her great surprise, that upon both there had been smeared some dark brown substance that had now dried. "Why, what's that?" shrieked Maidee. lier quick eyes detecting it. "What's that on my hat-pins? Some stuff has been placed upon them purposely. Ah I CJ all Heaven help me, I—I've poisoned Next second the poor girl. haggard and terrified, tetanic convulsions showing at her white jaws, collapsed senseless into her maid's arms. .Thus had a secret enemv triumphed! I CHAPTER XXI. DON MARIO AT HOME. The sunny April afternoon was warm and drowsy in the high-up, ancient rock-village of Santa Lucia, which, perched upon the summit of a. conical hill, commands a mag- nificent view of the high purple Apennines on the one hand, while on the other lies the broad Lake of Bolsena, like a mirror in the sun, while beyond the great fertile plain stretches away to the hazy horizon, a white road running across it like a ribbon-the ancient Via Cassia, the road to Rome. Like many another dwindling and obscure Ti.llage in Central Italy Santa Lucia bears a j ?ad reputation. Its people are not friendly towards the stranger. Indeed, over the surface A Of th e steep road which comes up from the Plain and over the hills to Siena the co?- MM? have placed six inches of gravel, rendering it impassable to motor-cars, and obliging motorists to hire bulls to draw them up the steep incline. Those who re- fuse to submit to blackmail arc stoned, and many a motorist has returned to the Eternal City with his car badly damaged and his wind-screen smashed by the hostile villagers. Hence, nowadays, motorists who might bring prosperity to the little inn, the Gran Duca, give the place a wide berth. Viewed from the plain the village is most picturesque, the high square church tower rising above the cluster of red roofs and white houses. But on nearer acquaintance its ill-paved streets, where fowls run at will, are very narrow and tortuous; the ancient houses, "high and prison-like, are huddled together as was the habit in ancient days for protection against- the Saracens, while in the little piazza the grass grows over the stones, and there are everywhere signs of poverty and decay. Mighty in the days of the Papacy, Santa Lucia has now shrunk to a mere miserable relic of its former self, a place wherein scarce any man knows anything but of the few men and women who make their dwell- ing there, sons of the soil who spring from its dust and return to it. Yet they have earned for themselves the reputation of being a bad people. They were feared in the days of the Papacy; they gave shelter to the brigands of the Maremma until the last of them were killed ten years ago, and even to-day the carabi- neers never ascend there unless called, and then they go in force. The usual patrol, consisting of a pair, refuses to enter the village. More than one has been shot from a window and the assassin remained un- known. It is not surprising, therefore, that the Italian Automobile Club issue an urgent warning to motorists to avoid the place. To this poverty-stricken village fifteen years ago its hook-nosed parish priest, or curato, Don Mario Mellini, had been sent from Milan as chastisement for his too sceptical and inquiring mind. By long weary years in that solitude, and among that brutal, uncouth people he had beco-we chastened, the fire had died out of his suul and the light out of his eyes. The small white presbytery, with the iron- barred windows, stood in the deserted little piazza, where the lizards darted over the moss-grown stones. Next it was the church, the stucco of which was peeling from the old red bricks, while from the open door, disclosing a dark interior with candles burn- ing in the gloom, there issued the sweet fragrance of incense. In a bare room with stone floor, uncom- fortable old rush-bottomed chairs, a tiny shrine before which a light burned in a red glass, and a crucifix upon the white- washed wall-a room which opened upon a small courtyard shaded by trailing vines and adorned by bits of broken statuary—sat the thin old priest in rusty black cassock and black biretta, lazily smoking his long Tuscan cigar after luncheon. Upon the table there still stood a big rush-covered fiasco of good red Chianti and a couple of long glasses, while opposite, in a chawr drawn near the open door, sat his friend, John Ambrose. Don Mario had just blown out the candle by which he had lit his long, thin cigar, as I is the Italian habit, and as he did so glanced across at his visitor, who sat drowsy and dozing. The old citrato-or, rather, piovano was his actual title-was tall and stately, but his clean-shaven face was thin and drawn for want of good food, his eyes were dark and brilliant, impenetrable wells of thought, his finely-cut lips smiled but rarely, and had upon them always an expression of bitter- ness, while his complexion was yellow, like old marble. His was a cure of souls which covered many miles, but counted few persons. And for fifteen years, with many short vacations, Don Mario had lived, a cultured scholar, among the barbarians. In Milan he had preached in the great Duomo and t«en popular. In London, in Turin, and Genoa bis fame was known, and the women had crowded to hear his marvellous discourses, and even in St. Peter's itself had his clear voice sounded. He would have been a great prelate, perhaps even a Cardinal, but, being a reformer, the Vatican would have none of him, therefore, like many another brilliant cleric, he had been crushed, broken, and banished to that lonely village of bad repute. Late one night, a fortnight befor.e, the Signor Inglese had arrived at Santa Lucia in the dusty ramshackle old carroz- zelIa, in which Don Mario had driven twenty miles to meet him at the wayside station. He was a foreigner, and would have fared badly had he not been under the protec- tion of the Signor Piovano. At first the low-browed, sunburnt men, somo of whom were in sheepskins, scowled at him darkly as he passed, but already he had chatted with some of them, and they had therefore ad- mitted him into their midst, even though they were not altogether satisfied, because of his inquisitiveness and his constant pok- ing about the old ruins of the castello and elsewhere. Old Teresa, a bent, grey-haired old crone, the donna di casa, who looked after the priest's domestic affairs, hobbled across the courtyard, arousing the Englishman from his drowsiness. "This place, Santa Lucia, has a bad name," the priest was remarking to his guest. "Its people have earned it; they are mostly anarchists and law-breakers, some murderers, who snap their fingers at the carabinieri! Why? Who has made them auarchists but the adventurers who have lately been in power at Monte Citori D They legislate for themselves, put money into their pockets in the shape of fat com- missions, and drive the contadini to anarchism, or else compel them to emigrate. Already poor Italy has lost her backbone, her yeuth and her energy. The condition of Santa Lucia is but the condition of all remote villages. Ah! if the English only knew our dear unfortunate Italy as she is, and did not look out upon her through the windows of the grand hotels, I fear the charm she is supposed to possess would soon be dispelled. Surely no peasantry in all Europe is so oppressed, so hopeless, so famished, so despairing as our once light- hearted people, the honest, easy-going men and women who, for the past ten years, have been driven to desperation and to anarchism -nay, to death-by unfair taxation, the glorification of the signore, the lack of jus- tice, in the courts and the bribery and cor- ruption on every hand." Pray be careful, Mario," remarked his friend, glancing at the door. "Some official may overhear you. Surely sucji sentiments had better remain unuttered, for it would fare. ill with you if your words were re- ported to Rome." "Probably it would, my dear Ambrose," laughed the old priest. "But I only speak what I feel. Though this place is wretched, poverty-stricken, and barbaric, yet I have the welfare of my poor people at heart. They are not half as black as they are painted. Here, a word is quickly followed by a knife-thrust, and jealousy is often responsible for a secret stab in the dark. Quick, hot-headed, hot-tempered, they are I swift to take offence or execute vendetta, I and so strange are their religious convic- I tions that I have actually known men pray 'before the wayside Madonna that the theft they were about to commit might be success- ful and remain undiscovered Ambrose smiled. "And you, my dear Mario, are trying t4 I teach them different! he said. "A hard task, I should fancy, with such a people." Don Mario sighed sadly, then, tapping his big horn snuff-box, he opened it and took a pinch. His white collar was soiled, his cas- sock was greasy, and down its many-but- toned front were the marks of many of old Teresa's soups, her mincstras and her stews. Upon his chin was a three days' growth of beard. He was passing from neglect into oblivion, for now that the Sacred College was against him, no one at the Vatican dared to speak in his favour. Only on the previous night as he sat chatting with his guest beneath the oil lamp, he had declared with a bitter laugh that he was as completely forgotten as a folio upon a library shelf, and that now-a- days his only object in life was to gabble through the ritual twice a day in the big gloomy church, heedless whether anybody were present or not. Once he had had pious women of rank pleading at Rome for him and magnates soliciting his 4preferment. Once he was feted in the big cities, women hung upon his words, and crowds jostled in the great cathedrals to hear his remarkable and scholarly discourses. But that was all of the past. Instead of becoming an archbishop he was merely Don Mario M-ellini, piovano or parish priest of Santa Lucia, an obscure rock-village. He rose and, opening the rickety old persiennes, let light and air into the bare room. Then he took from a drawer in a side table a small roll of ancient brown parchments musty manuscripts of the Middle Ages, closely written in Latin with many contractions, and sat down to study them with the aid of a big lens. As with many priests in Italy., his hobby was the study of palaeography. From the old Franciscan monastery of Radicofani, across the valley, he obtained many of the documents on loan, and spent hours, weeks, nay years, in poring over them, decipher- ing them, and from them gaining a know- ledge of local history and customs. It was his only pleasure—the only pas- time allowed him—the only pursuit which caused him to forget tho brilliant past. Through the open door came the hum of the insects and the constant crick of the cicale, that harbinger of heat which the dweller in Italy knows so well. And as he unrolled one of the half-faded parchment rolls and began to pore over it with his lens and slowly transcribe it from the abbre- viated Latin into modern Italian, his guest sat regarding him in silence. A secret existed between the pair—one of the strangest and most remarkable of the many secrets in this modern world of ours— a secret of which neither ever spoke. CHAPTER XXII. I CONTAINS AN ADMISSION. Through many years John Ambrose had placed implicit faith in that solemn, pious, hook-nosed curato, the man who was such a brilliant scholar and such a wonderful orator that the Sacred College had feared his influence and hence had crushed him. j His leanings towards the Government, his support of certain decisions in the Chamber of Deputies, his friendship with Crispi and Tittoni, and his differences with the Arch- bishop of Siena had all been seized upon by the Cardinals, who had foreseen his national popularity. Hence he had been banished to that high-up obscure village, where the Government stipend was the princely one of one thousand lire—or forty pounds per annum. Remuneration mattered nothing to him. Though he never displayed the possession of private means, yet he had them-a snug account in the Banca. Nazionale in Milan. It was that which enabled him, from time to time, to enjoy brief holidays. Sometimes In left Santa Lucia and went no one knew, whither. The people were quite unaware that it was his habit to join the express in far-off Siena, and two days later arrive in that wonderful city of tlte English—Lon- don. He always pretended to them that he went to his own birthplace—away amid the misty rice-fields of Novara. That marning, while Don Mario had said mass in the dark, ancient little church, Am- brose had sat and listened to his droning Latin. Not more than twenty villagers were p sent, mostly women in their peasant- presses of bright colours. The men of Santa Lucia did not go to church except on the feata. If they prayed once a week they con- sidered it all-sufficient. The steady lfames of the long candles, the dull gilt of the altar, the time-dimmed holy 1 pictures, the rich, but faded vestments .which his friend wore, the fragrance of the incense, the dark solemnity of that black, cavernous interior in contrast with the brilliant sunshine outside, all had produced a great impression upon the fugitive from England. He had sat thinking then—just as he was now thinking as he watched his friend pur- suing his dry-as-dust hobby-the deciphering of ancient records—whether Don Mario was really the pious, high-minded servant of his Maker as he pretended. They had known each other for many years—more years than he cared to remem- ber. Yet now that he looked back along the vista of the past, certain recollections crowded upon him—recollections of strange happenings recollections which aroused within him the strange suspicion that the | eoul of Don Mario was not such as he had believed it to be—that beneath that mask of deep-eyed devotion and human charity lay a heart hard as stone and black with evil. He was watching that yellow, sphinx-like face over which the skin was drawn so tightly, and as he watched the thin hand slowly transcribe the crinkled parchment, he became seized with certain horrible appre- hensions. Could it be true what had once been whispered? No. He knew Don Mario too well. What his enemies had whispered concerning him was a lie-a black and wilful lie. That night, after the old bell in the square white tower had clanged out the venti-tre unmusically, after vespers had hee-n said in the gloomy church by the light of a few flickering candles, and the sun had dis- appeared in a blaze of crimson green and gold behind the giant Apennines, half Santa Lucia assembled under the dusty plane-trees in the little piazza, gossiping, flirting, or scandalising their neighbours, aa is their habit. The hook-nosed priest had taken his guest for a stroll through the dark, narrow, evil- smelling streets, where the swarthy, beetle- browed men and women had wished him felicissirna notte, and more than once had he lifted his shabby biretta in salutation. Then, emerging from the dark, tunnel-like old place, -so narrow that two bullocks coyld scarcely pass abreast, they went down the hillside looking out across that world of hills that, in the tailing light, seemed infi- nitely far away-like mountains in a dream. Out, of Maremma night was coming up. Beneath them, as Ambrose halted to look around upon the wonderful panorama, the olives stirred in the twilight-the night wind from the sea. Gradually the light- faded, and little by little the barren world of mountains became lost in an immense and beautiful shadow as both men stood there upon the hillside, their faces turned towards the Eternal City. Suddenly Ambrose faced his companion, and said in a low, strained voice "I wonder, Mario, what has happencd in London?" ¡ The old priest started slightly, then, re- covering himself instantly, replied with a short, h lau-h: "Ah, r wonder. The mystery is, no doubt, as complete as ever." tie he —
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Making the Most of Moisture.—May sees, perhaps, more general all-round planting done than at any other time of the year, whilst it not infrequently happens that a I dry period prevails about this time, which necessitates the application of moisture to newly-planted stuff. Every means for the conservation of moisture should be adopted. The almost invariable rule is to plant material first and water well in afterwards. However good it may be under a hot sun it quiekly becomes evaporated, and need for further applications arises. The better way with large plants such as Brassicas is to make the hole, then apply water, and plant afterwards. With regard" to small plants like Alyssum and Asters, water the beds well overnight and puddle the plants before inserting. All pot plants should be immersed for several minutes in water. # Hanging Baskets.—When suspended from the balcony, along the veranda, or in a porch, hanging baskets of Fuchsia, Ivy- leaved "Geraniums," and other trailing plants are very effective. If these can be made up now and kept in a cool or cold greenhouse for ten days or a fortnight it will give the plants a start in the new soil. In completing the filling of the baskets, 1 leave the soil in the shape of a basin to ensure the water soaking through the centre. Hardening Off Plants.—This is the term given to the preparation of plants under glass, which are intended shortly to be planted outside in beds and borders. It is not wise to take plants from a heated green- house and plant directly outside. The first move is to a cold frame where the lights afford some protection. In a few days t ?tese are pulled off during the day and, a little later, also at night. m Soot for Fruit Trees.—In some of the fruit-growing districts, soot is a favourite manure for fruit. The dre6sing is rather a heavy one, from half a ton to a ton per acre. This applied to strong cold land helps Plums and bushes very much. Why Lilacs Fail to Flower.—Many Lilac trees or bushes are planted with the inten- tion of producing flowers for decorative effect in spring, but never yield more than a blossom or two. There are several reasons for this. First, the position may be unsuit- able (under trees, for example); secondly, indiscriminate pruning; thirdly, the pre- sence of sucker growths. Whilst Lilacs do not object to some shade, do not give total shade, and do not plant them beneath or in too close proximity to big trees. Very little pruning is necessary beyond thinning of overcrowded growth. Sucker growths are too prevalent, and in many instances the actual tree has been cut away to give these room. This is a big mistake. The sucker growths rob the tree of vitality, light, and air, with the result that flower buds cannot be produced. Any branch pruning should be done directly after flowering, but all sucker growths removed at once. Plums on Walls.—There will in all prob- ability be heavy crops on trees growing on walls, and it is a serious mistake to allow the whole to remain. It may be rather early to write of thinning, but directly it can be seen which are to swell and which to fail the work should be done if the crop is over abundant. Late-Planted Trees.—Watch late-planted trees, and do not allow them to suffer from lack of moisture. Owing to the wet winter there will be many trees which were planted late this year, and unless some extra atten- tion is given there may be a good many losses. Trees planted in light soil in warm situations should be mulched without delay. Strawberries.—It will be necessary to hoN-, frequently between the rows of plants.. This will not only keep down weeds but assist in ensuring free healthy growth.' The time will soon come when the beds will need to be strawed over to keep the grit from the ripe berries, and before this is done the soil should be perfectly free from weeds. Raspberries.—In young healthy planta- tions of these it is usual for too great a number of suckers to be produced. It is wise to thin these if time can be found. The best placed and strongest shoots ought to • remain, discarding the weakly ones and those farthest from the supports. When the thinning out is done early, rather a larger number of young canes should be left than iwhen the work is done in autumn or winter. Broccoli.—Take up all fullv-developed plants and store these, with roots adhering, in a very cool shed or in a shady border outside. Whichever is decided upon, the heads will be better preserved than if left where they are grown. Salsafy.—In most cases this vegetable is sown too early in the season. If seed is sown during the coming week on well dug but unmanured ground, very few plants wilt run to seed, but will form fair-sized roots. Asparagus Kale.—Seeds of this useful vegetable should now be sown to supply a late crop next May. Thin sowing is of great importance, particularly where the plants will be likely to rem-ain in the bed until the second early potatoes are lifted, or where no ground will be vacant until August.
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NEWSPAPERS. The first newspaper in the world was pro- bably the Roman "Acta Diurnas," which, it is said, was published in 691 B.C. Later, there came the "Acta Senatus," containing an account of the various mat- ters brought before the Senate, the opinions of the chief speakers, and the decisions of the House, which was published regularly every day by command of Julius Ctesar. This formed the earliest approach to the modern journal. The first London newspaper was issued in the time of the Stuarts. This was the "Weekly News." and the date of it3 birth about 1622. TIle" Post Boy" was the first daily, and it began some seventy years later. London used to possess the cheapest jour- nal ever published. It was called the "Six- R-Penny," and subscribers of one penny per week had the paper delivered to them every day, while single copies were sold at one farthing. Nowadays, German's list of newspapers is the largest in Europe.
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A Melbourne firm has instituted daily aeroplane flights, passengers paying from three to fire guineas for the Right. The body of a man shockingly charred was found on a Jarrow slag heap. Appa- rently the man had been sleeping on the heap and a ball of molten metal had rolled on him- The Board of Trade does not now think it necessary to limit tho discretion of local authorities in regard to the consumption of gas and electricity for public lighting. Mias Laura Shipp, of Dartford, a Kent Land Army girl, has been given a Dis- tinguished Service Bar by the Beard of Agriculture for jumping off her tractor and stopping runaway horses.
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Hiiuiiiiiiuiniuuuiiiiiuiuuii'.iHimiiiiiiiiuuuiiiiiiiiiiiHimiiimmmiiiimnumiaui i ¡ THE POULTRY YARD. ? HE Helpful Hints for Back:larders." By" COCKCROW." b -^iiiiiuii!mii!iiii!!u:uiiii!:i][iiii!ii!iiniiii!!iiniiniiiiii!ii!iiiiiiiiinii!MiiiiMiM!ii!i^ I Most people, it seems to me, have unreli- able weather memories. Few of them are able to tell you just what sort of weather We were having a year ago, unless there was some particular circumstance that fixed it in their memory. As for two years ago, the number who can tell you what sort of a May, we had is smaller still, and if you want to go back five years the Meteorological Office will be the only source of information. The consequence of this weakness in weather memory is that almost every year at this season people tell one another that the weather is not at all the sort that we expect in spring, and that it is the coldest Say they can recollect, and all that sort of thing. They do not seem to remember that they said very much the same thing last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, and so back until one comes to one of those exceptional seasons which really did justify the poet's phrase about "ethereal mildness." I A FICKLE MONTH. I The prfisent month has given us a variety of weather samples, most of them cold enough. It seemed to me that it had been exceptionally cold, but I came across ffii article published a year ago in which the writer was using very strong language about the cold weather, which was delaying the weaning of chicks, and making it neces- sary for special care to be given to the occupants of the brooders. The same advice may be given to poultry-breeders this year. As a matter of fact, spring is an uncertain season from the point of view of weather, and May is an uncertain month. For some reason or other, people seem 7to expect warm weather in May, and in that expectation they, are apt tp be less regardful than they otherwise might be of the comfort of yoang chicks. My advice to them is not to put their trust in May. If the weather in the month should be genial and balmy, well and good; but it is sound common sense to take all necessary precautions in case it should turn out to be no better than in April or March. I WARMING ,THE BROODER. W Cold weather during the hatching season has the effect of weeding out the weaklings. That, at any rate, is a good thing, and the sooner it is done the better, for it is wasted labour to rear a weakly chicken. Far better to get rid of it as soon as possible. In tne brooders it is desirable to provide a little warmth on cold nights. It is important, however, that this should not be overdone. If the sleeping quarters are made too warm the effect on the youngsters will be harm- ful. When the chicks are over a month old, and are feathering satisfactorily, it is better to warm the brooder by i-neans of s, hot-water bottle than by a lamp. It is, of course, more economical, as it saves oil, and it affords an easy way of ensuring that the temperature shall never rise higher than is desirable. The bottle should be wrapped in flannel, and it will cool very gradually during the night. I'WA,TE DISBASE. I I A careful watch must be kept over the health of the growing chicks. It is a much simpler matter to prevent illness than to cure it after it has broken out. "When a bird js- attacked by disease it may very easily infect others, and the whole flock may be stricken in next to no time. Some diseases to which poultry are particu- larly susceptible will spread with great rapidity, and the only safe policy is to pre- vent them from getting a fair start at all. The wise poultry-keeper will see to it that his birds are kept under constant and oare- ful supervision. If the' appearance or actions of any fowl are such as to awaken suspicion, the birds should be thoroughly examined without delay. It may be that there are no pronounced symptoms, but the best plan is to take no chances. If there is any doubt at all the bird should be isolated, and kept apirt from the others until the disease develops or the fowl be- comes well and strong again. If a bird thus isolated does not recover in two or three days, the best thing to do is to kill it and burn the body. I LEG-WEAKNESS AND CRAMP. I Leg-weakness o^d cramp -xe very common among young chickens. Usually, though not always, this is the result of using parent birds that a.re only of second- rate quality. These are lacking in strength and vitality, and the offspring is almost sure to be affected. As Ihas been said, this is not always the cause, for chickens have been known to suffer from leg-weakness and cramp through having to live in houses which had stone or brick floors, and these, naturally, are very cold. Bad circulation of the blood, also, is another cause of leg- weakness. If taken in hand promptly leg- weakness can, as a rule, be cured. Refrain from giving condiments and animal food, and give a pill made of the folloining: 1 grain strychnine, 1 drachm citrate of iron, i 1 drachm phosphate of lime, and 15 grains quinine or sulphate. This will make about thirty pills. I BOWEL TROUBLES. I Bowel troubles are very common among young chickens. Food that is fermented and tainted water are the usual causes. It is important, therefore, to see that the food eaten by the stock and the water supplied them is perfectly fresh. It will be found that a good cure for bowel troubles is boiled rice. Into the rice sprinkle powdered chalk, For inna.mma- tion, which may be detected by the guano of the birds, which in eolour looks green or yellow, one teaspoonful three times daily of olive oil and bret3d, and milk will remedy matters. In white diarrhoea scientmc re- search has proved that eggs hatched from diseased hens will be infected, and any chickens batched will very quickly develop the disease.
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Over half a million Italian soldiers and sailors were killed in the war, and 34,000 prisoners of war died in captivity. Mr. Hugh Murray, C.I.E., C.B.E., late Deputy Controller of Timber, has been ap- pointed Assistant Commissioner under the Interim Forestry Authority. As the Government are to order no more concrete ships the ferro-concrete shipyard at Barrow will be closed. The London and Suburban Traders' Federation have resolved to petition the Home Secretary to make the present eight o'clock closing order perpetual.
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L- = CRICKET NOTES I = By "WANDERER." g = s ?nH!n!:nnn!H!n:n!!iHn!!HH!!?nn!n? During the last few months everybouy who is anybody has come forward with great ideas for making our national summer pas- time better, brighter, and in fact altogether different. Personally, I am rather giad that the powers that be have seen lit to turn down most of the ultra revolutionary ideas. With cricket as a game I don't believe there is anything wrong, and as a spectacular sport there is nothing to take its place in the summer months. But I will admit that it has for a long time stood .badly in need of waking up of bringing moiv into line with the spirit of -the times. Wo want more of what I might call the "get-on-with-it" play, but to my mind this is not so much a matter of increasing the size of the wickets, reducing the size of the bat, or adding to the number of balls to the over. It is a matter for the captains and the committees of our -county elevens. By force of example- and by timely hints let the players be made to understand that the game has to be kept moving along. NOT DEAD YET. The idea of the two-day matches is a step in the right direction, and if along with it a spirit of enterprise is displayed it is my conviction that the patronage which will be awarded to county cricket will astonish the Jeremiahs who have proclaimed so loudly from the house-tops that county cricket is dead, and that it only remains to be given a respectable burial. Unfortunately lor a really satisfactory trial of the new two-day match idea some of the counties are quite unable to run their teams this season, whiLe others will be a long way below champion- ship strength. However, these things will rapidly right themselves given the proper cricket enterprise, and if we could once get sufficient counties competing to make two live competitions on the Tines of the Foot- bell League I believe real interest would soon show itself. LEAGUE CRICKET A KEEN COMPETITOR. That county cricket must have support if it is to live is admitted by most people, for unless the finances of the various counties are in such a condition that they can pay their professional players enough to attract the very best men, they can scarcely hope to draw the crowds. And just now' the com- petition of Saturday afternoon League cricket is very real. Look round th, League cricket teams in Lancashire and Yorkshire, and you get an idea of some of the good men who find it better from some point or, view to play in that cricket rather than in the county eleven. We have men like Sydney Barnes, the greatest bowler of his type England has produced for many years, playing for a Bradford League club. And I understand that George Thompson, that very fine Northants and England all-round player, has just fixed up to play for Burnley for the next three seasons. A mera list of the first-class men who are now to be found playing in Saturday afternoon cricket would fill all the space at my disposal They are men whom county cricket can III afford to lose, and county cricket must be so run that the best talent available is re- tained to play for each county. SHORT SINGLES. On the Budget debate Colonel F. S. Jack- son had something to say about the enter- tainment tax and cricket, and he succeeded in getting the sympathetic ear v tha | ChanceUoi.