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A Comedy of Youth Found Great Play of the San From Phototfra] Copyright, 1913, by Do CHAPTER XXV. Peg's Father. i NE night a ring at the bell cans'j* % ed O'Connell to look np frown- j ingly. He wns not In the hah- j it of receiving calls. Few peo- , dared to Intrude on his prtffl&e opened the door and looked in i ^xarxaenient at his visitor. He saw a : flStfcie, round, merry looking, baldbead j *aji gentleman with gold rimmed spec- [ ataeJes, an enormous silk hat, broad- j frock coat suit, patent boots with j spats on them and a general air iitfiTvcesDerit? and good nature. , "tfethat Frank O'Connell?" cried the 1 SSttJe man. _ ~"?t is." said O'Connell, trying In rain ^Jpc?eee the man's features distinctly in se&edim light. "Ebe little mpn came into the room, saoifcoff bis heavy silk hat and looktd <z** 3tt O'Connell with a quizzing look i&l ibis laughing eyes. -aicGinnis:" 'Tfcat's who It is! Talkative Mc- j Surols,' come all the way from ould 3toe&*tid to take ye by the hand." ' T2s? two men shook hands warmly. what in the wnrrld brings ye line, xlocthor?" asked O'Connell. "Oidn't ye hear of me old grand"SSDd? McNamard of County SUgo dy-1 ?fter a useless life?and doin' the! ?xao2fe7aiilng tbat made me proud of blm *. jwwr rthat he's gone?may be slape in i .- jjwaoe?lavin' the money he'd kept such ! j*. ?3ose fist on all bis life to bis God ; ?.faggia' nepbew so that be can splnd SSbccest of bis days in comfort? Didn't J 3PB feear that?" "I tdid not. And who was the nepb<bf Chat came Into It?" ?IfeseJf, Frank O'Connell!" T*u! Is It the truth ye're tellln\ "Hay I nirver spake another wurrd ?fm not" tfJTCsnnefl took the little man's hand - sbook it until the doctor screamed -?nae?o blm to let it go. Tf a sorry i am ir i nun ye. ou it? ar ^wealthy man ye are now, docthor, I -?aar -^Bddlln' wealthy." "TAsad what, are ye doln' In New *!Sare, this Is the connthry to take saaaney to. It doables Itself out here ^rasnalgbt, they tell me." He faused, then contlnoed: 4wtpe ye've not lost the gift o* the . U9E&. fiev ye got It with ye still. G&srik O'Connell 7" ; "*?alth an' while Fm talMn' of the iSBie thing In the wurrld that's near1 liearts?the future of Ireland?I xwaat to-propbesy"? "-an* what's It ye'd afther prophesyxB&r "Tbfca?that ten years from now, with '4her own government, with her own .^2acswage back again?Gaelic?an' what! ^Sa^oage In the wurrld yields greater! EODesie than the old Gaelic'/? with ire-; fizad united and Ireland's land In tbe iisBBs of Irishmen, with Ireland's peo?3te?elf respectln' an' sober an' healtby -2*'-educated, with Irishmen employed: fiisb industries"? "*<*9 on, Frank O'Connell. I love to i .-.2istea to ye. Don't stop." Til tell ye what will happenl Back tjkCB igo the Irishmen in ten9 o' thou- ] ^accds from all the other counthries "S3hey were dhriven to in the days o* i .afiac3i?e an' oppression ah' coercion an' <3ra5fcsbot?back they will go to their ^matter counthry. An' can ye see far ?tsnpagh into the future to realize what vflasy will do? Ye can't? Well, I'll tell -t&at too. The exiled Irish, who lived their lives . abroad?takin' *2isir wives, like as not, from the peoso' tbe counthry they lived in an' aw? from their own stock?when they :nte jfwk to Ireland with different out J*3fcs, with different manners an' with *Jfi5ferent tastes, so long as they've kept xtoie hearts o' tbem tbrue an' loyal?just ^&s? i?ag us they've dune that?an' kept faith o' their forefathers, they'll sHxrm a new nation un' a nation with ??? xbe best u the old?the great big ("H.-vt-).! un' Ihiiim n" thp ol<J?siriflwl to thn rJBWperity an' education an* businessfifoe principles uu' statesmanship o' rSw; new." rSuiv it's the big position they should you ou College green when they their own government again, O'fcunell." the little doctor AUii, shaking his head knowingly. *.4u' where is the little blue eyed vxsWen, Peg o' your heart? Where is fi&fc at all:" "It's in London she is." it English ye're gcin' to bring her cried the doctor in horror and Ssgust -'No, It's Eot, Docthor McGlnnls, an' ?*e ought to know me betther than to sst +bere an' ask me such a question." W~aen they parted for the night, with jMQiy promises to meet again ere long, yConnell eat down and wrote Peg a >?r.g letter, leaving the choice in her but telling her how much he .Tcisald like to have her back with him. ,j3e wrote the letter njrnln nnrl oomin PEG-} O MY IE ART y J. Hartley Manners ed by Mr. Mapners on His le Title?Illustrations 3hs of the Play v dd, Mead Company ana eaen time destroyed it, it seemed so clumsy. ******* The morning after the incident following Peg's disobedience in going to the dance and her subsequent rebellion and declaration of independence found all the inmates of Regal Villa in a most unsettled condition. Mrs. Chichester and Alaric opened a discussion as to the latter's business career. "Oh, Alaric! There Is a way?one way that would save us," said the mother after Alaric suggested going to Canada. And she trembled as she paused, as If afraid to tell him what the alternative was. "Is there, mater? What Is It?" "It rests with you. dear." "Does it? Very good. I'll dq It to save you and Ethel and th? roof; course J will. Let me hear It." "Alaric?" she asked In a tone that suggested their fate hung on his answer, "Alaric, do you like her?" 'TJke whom?" "Margaret! Do yon?" "Here and there. She amuses me like anything at times. She drew a map of Europe once that I think was the most fearful and wonderful thing I have ever seen. She said it was the way her father would like to see Europe. She had England, Scotland and Wales In Germany, and the rest of the map was Ireland. Made me laugh like anything." "Oh. if you only could!" she sobbed. "Could? What?" "Take that little wayward child into your life and mold her." "Here, one moment, mater; let me get the full force of your idea. Too want me to mold Margaret?' "Yes. dear." "Ha!" he laughed uneasily, then said decidedly: "No. mater, no. I can do most things, but as a molder?oh. no! Let Ethel do it?if she'll stay, that 13." "AJaric. my dear, I mean to tane ner really Into your life?'to bave and to hold."* And she looked pleadingly at bim through her tear dimmed eyes. "But I don't want to hold her, mater!" reasoned her son. "It would be the saving of ua all!" ihe insisted significantly. But Alaric was still obtuse. "Now, how would my holding and molding Margaret save us?" The old lady placed her cards deliberately on the table as she said sententlously: "She would stay with us here?if you weft?engaged to her!" The shock had come. His mother's terrible alternative was now before him (n al) Its naked horror. A shiver ran through him. The thought of a ?? ? ? ? I4.U. ? Kflttltlanf n a Hla LLJtlll W1UJ a 4UIU1C ao uiuwaui uo uw being blighted at the outset by such a misalliance! He felt the color leave bis face. "Engaged! Don't, mother, please." He trembled again. "Heavens?engaged to that tomboy!" There was no escape. Mrs. Chichester held him firmly. "She will have ?3.000 a year when she is twenty-one??5,000 a year??5,000 of the very best!" She took him- in her arms and pressed his reluctant and shrinking body to her breast. "Think what it would mean, dear?your family preserved and a brand snatched from the burning!" "That's just it It's all right savinp the family. Any cove'll do that at a pinch. But I do not see myself as a 'brand snatcher.' Besides, I am not altogether at liberty." "What?" cried bis mother. "Oh. I've not committed myself to anything. But I've been three times to hear that wonderful woman speakonce on the platform! And people are beginning to talk. She thinks no end of me. Sent me a whole lot of stuff last week?'advanced literature' she calls it I've got 'em all upstairs. Wrote every word of 'em herself. Never saw a woman who can talk and write as she can. And outside of all that I'm afraid I've more or less encouraged her. And there you are?the whole thing in a nutshell." Alaric thought for a few moments. The result of this mental activity took fonn and substance as follows: "She is not half bad looking?at times ?when she's properly dressed." "T'WA 1/?A1? nlrviAPf hfto llfL ! i \ C uui iuvu aiuiuot i/vauir ful!" cried Mrs. Chichester. Alaric suddenly grew depressed. "Shocking temper, mater!" and he | shook his head despondently. "The woman who loves always obeys!" cried his mother. "Ah, there we have it!" And Alaric sprang up and faced the old lady. ! "There we have it! Does she love meV" Mrs. Chichester looked fondly at her only son and answered: "IIow could she be near you for the last month and not love you?' Alaric nodded: ! "Of course there is that. Now, lot me see?just pet a solid grip on the whole thing. If she loves me?and tak ins: all things into consideration?for vuur saKe unu uarjing Ethers?and for jiy?that Is"? As mother and son walked slowly toward the house they looked up, and gazing through n tiny easement of the little mauve room was Peg, her face white and drawn. Peg decided to take a walk la the garden. As she reached the foot of the stairs Alaric cpme in quickly through the windows. "Hello. Margaret!" be cried cheerfully, though his heart was beating: nerv ously at the thought of what he was about to do, and across his features there was a sickly pallor. "What have you got there, all tucked away?" be ventured as the opering question that was to lead to the all important one. Peg held up a book for him to see. "The only thing I'm taldn' away that I didn't bring with me." "A book, eh?" "That's what It is?a book," mid she began to go upstairs. "TiiHiii? if- ho rnllpd tin to her. "Tbafs what I'm doinV and stie still went on up two more steps. "You're not really going away?cousin?" be gasped. "I am." replied Teg. "Just a moment," he cried, stopping her Just by an oriel window. She j paused In the center of the glow that radiated from Its panes. ' "What is it?" she asked impatiently. She wanted to go back to her room and make her tinal preparation. Alaric looked at her with what he meant to be adoration in bis eyes. | "Do you know I've grown really awfully fond of youV" His voice quivered and broke. He had reached one of the crises of his life. "No. I didn't know it. When did ye find It out?" "Just now?down in that roomwhen the thought flashed through me that perhaps you really meant to leave us. It went all through me. Ton my honor It did. The idea positively hurt me?really hurt me." , "Did it now?' laughed Peg. "Sure an* I'm glad of It." 1 "Glad? Glad?" be asked in astonishment. "l am. I didn't think anything could hurt ye unless it disturbed yer comfort. An' 1 don't see how my goln' will do tbat" "Ob. but ft will." persisted Alarlc. "Really ft wilL". 1 "Sure now?" Peg was growing really curious. What was this odd little fellow trying to tell ber? Alarlc felt tbat the moment bad now really come. CHAPTER XXVI. Alaric, Peg and Mr. Hawkes. , " sy OUSINV said Alaric to Peg. and , i his voice dropped to tbe caresslng note of a wooer, "cousin, do you know, 1 am going to do something now I've never done before?" He paused to let tbe ftill force of what was to come nave iu? rwu vu. ue. "What is it, Alaric?" Peg asked, all unconscious of the drama that was taking place in her cousin's heart "Sure, what is it? Ye're not goiu;' to do somethin' useful, are ye?" He braced himself and went on: "I am going to ask a very charming young lady to many me. Eh?' * ; "Are ye?" "I am." "What do ye think o' that, now!" "And?who?do?you?think?it?is?" He waited, wondering if she would guess correctly. It would be so helpful if ouly she could. But she was so unexpected. "I couldn't guess it In a hundred years. Alaric?ralely I couldn't." | "Oh. try! Do try!" he urged. "1 couldn't think who'd marry you? Indade 1 couldn't Mebbe the poor girl's blind. Is that it?" "Can't you guess? No? Really?" "No. I'm tellin' ye. Who Is itT "You!" Tlieu she leaned back against the balustrade and laughed long and unrestrainedly. She laughed until the tears came coursing down her cheeks. Alarlc was at first nonplused. Then he grasped the situation in its full significance. It was just a touch of hysteria. He jolued her and laughed heart; ily as well. "Aha!" he cried between laughs. "That's a splendid sign. Splendid! I've always been t?>ld that girls cry when they're proposed to." "Sure, that's what I'm doln\" gasiped Peg. "I'm cryin'?lau^bin'. Sure, 1 think I'd rather have Michael, my terrier?if you don't mind." He started forward. "Oh, come, I sayl You don't mean that! Thinkjust for one moment?of the advan1 tages!" "If ye don't mind," replied Peg meekly. To her amazement the gloom lifted from her cousin's countenance. He took a deep breath, looked at Her in genuine relief and cried out heartily: "I say! You're a brick! It's really awfully good of you. Some girls in your position would have jumped at me ?positively jumped! But you?why, ' you're a genuine little hall marked A1 brick! I'm extremely obliged to you." He took her little hand and shook it warmly. "You're a plucky little girt, that's 1 what you are?a plucky?little?girl. I'll never forget it?never. If there is anything I can do?at any time?any t*Iinmsv?-noil r\Y\ rrtck T* 11 hi* fhnro Hcrht HUU1C V.UJI VU UiV* * A*. k/V ?*0 ? on the spot "Bless you, cousin. You've taken an awful load off my mind. I was really worried. I had to ask you. Promised to. See you before you go!" ******* On the 30th day of June Mr. Montgomery Hawkes glanrcd at his appointments for the following day and found the entry, "Mrs. Chichester, Scarboro?in re Margaret O'Conne.'l" tie uix*uru?rjgiy sent a telegram to Mrs. Chichesiier, acquainting her with the pleasant news that she might expect that distinguished lawyer on July 1 to render an account of her stewardship oi? the Irish agitator's child. He was shown into the music room and was adtalring a genuine Greuze when Mrs* Colchester came in. She greeted him tragically and motioned him to a seat beside her. "Well?" he smiled cheerfully. "And how la our little protegee?" "Sit down." replied Mrs. Chichester somberly. "Thank you." He sat beside her, waited a moment, then, with some sense of misgiving, asked. "Everything going well. 1 hope?" "Far from it." And Mrs. Chichester shoolfher head sadly. "She wants to leave us today. She has ordered a cab. She is packing now." "Dear, dear!" ejaculated the bewilm - ?#-?* uir-1 U aerea solicitor. h uci k u> sue gu "Back to b?r father." "How perfectly ridiculous!" "But don't fce uneasy," be replied easily; "she will stay. May I see her?" Mrs. Chichester rose, crossed over to the bell nnd rang 1t"There Is one tiling you1 must know. Mr. Hnwires. My son Is In love with her." she uaid. as though in a burst of confidence. "What? Your son?" "Yes," she sighed. "Of course she Is hardly a suitable match for Alaric? as.yet But by the time she is of age"? Hawkes was moving restlessly about the room. lit; stopped In front of Mrs. Chichester asi Jarvis disappeared to notify Peg:. "I am afraid. madam, that such a marriage would be out of the question. As one of the executors of the late Mr. KingsnorttTs will. In my opinion, it would be defeating the object of the dead man's legacy." Mrs. Chichester retorted heatedly: "He desires her to be trained. What training is better than marriage?' "Almost any." replied Mr. Hawkes. ','Marriage should be the union of two formed characters. . ..Marriage between the young is out? of my pet objections. It Is a condition of life essentially for those who hcve reached maturity in nature and in character. I am prei n?Hn<? h naner on it for the Croydon Ethical society irad"? Whatever elst- Mr. Hawkes might have said In continuation of another of his pet subjects was cut abruptly short by the appearance of Pep. She was still dressed in one of Mrs. Chichester's gifts. She had not had an opportunity to change Into her little traveling suit "Well, well! What an Improvement!" he said. "I'm glad you've come. Mr. Hawkes." "Why. you're a young lady!" cried the astonished solicitor. "Am I? A.?il; me aunt about that!" replied Peg somewhat bitterly. "Now, my dear Miss Margaret O'Connell"? began the lawyer. | "Will ye let me have ?20?" suddenly asked Peg. 4 1 "Certainly. Norr?' and he took out his pocketboofa. j "This minlt." replied Peg positively. | "With pleasure." said Mr. Hawkes no im hi.iTon fn /-mint th? hiinknotPS. "And 1 waul; ye to get a passage on the first ship t:o America, this aftercoon if there's; one!" cried J'eg earnestly. / "Oh. come, come," remoratrated the la wyer. "The j?20 I want to bay soraethln' for me father?Just to remember England by. If ye thiuk me uncle wouldn't like me to bave it because I'm larln', why, then nie father'll pay ye back. It may take him a long time, but he'll pay It" I "Now, listen"? Interrupted Mr. Hawkes. "Mebbe It'll only be a few dollars a week, but father always pays bis debts ?In time. That's all he ever needstime." "What's all this nonsense about going away?" "It isn't nonsense. I'm goln* to me father," answered Peg resolutely. Hawkes hunted through his mind for the cause of tbl3 upheaval in the Chl: Chester home. He remembered Mrs. j Chichester's statement about Alaric's affection for hi* young cousin. Could ! the trouble have arisen from that? It ! gave him a clew to work on. He grasped It I "Answer me one question truthfully, i Miss O'ConnelL Is there an affair of the heart?" I Teg looked down on the ground I mournfully and replied: ? "Me heart Is In New York?with me father." "Has any one made love to you since you have been tiere?" ! Peg looked up at him sadly and -u ? ~1- kn* Wao/I A lofor (1 fcjLIUUtt. Ut'l liCU.VU A tuvmvii a. lutv. ? mischievous lock came into der eyes, and she said, with a roguish laugh: "Sure one mr.n wanted to kiss me, an' I boxed hist ears, an' another?almost man?asked me to marry him." "Oh!" ejaculated the lawyer. "Me Cousin Alaric." "And what did you say?" questioned Hawkes. "I towld him I'd rather have Michael." He looked at her in open bewilderment and repeated: "Michael?" "Me dog," explained Peg, and her eyes clanced with merriment. tt inivrrhftri honrtflv And re lievedly. As Hawkes looked at her, radiant In her springlike beauty, her clear, healthy complexion, her dazzling teeth, her red-gold hair, he felt a sudden thrill go through him. His life had been so full, so concentrated on the development of his career, that he had never permitted the feminine note to obtrude Itself on his life. His effort had been rewarded by an unusually 1 large circle of Influential clients who 1NB3 : s** 11 II hEdII^B&^N i:^^^^^S9HBSHraRMHBil^ra8BBD "Will ye let me have ?20?" suddenly asked Peg. V yielded blm an exceedingly handsome revenue. He bad beard whispers of a magistracy. His public future was assured. - v . But his private life was arid. The handsome villa in Pelhnra ctescent bad nf tha tilhla save on the occasional visits of bis aged mother or the still rarer ones of a married sister. ^ Aud here was be in the full prime of life. Yielding to some uncontrollable Impulse. be took ber little band in both of bi9 own. Eluwkes was not to be denied now. He went on In bis softest andj most persuasive accents: * "I know one wbo would give yon all tbese?a man wbo has reached the years of discretion, one In wb6m the follies of youth bave merged into the knowledge and reserve of early middle age: a man of position and of means; a man wbo can protect you, care for you. admire you-nnd- be proud to marry you. "Aliss O'Connell?may I say Margaret?? 1 was your uncle'h adviser, bis warm personal friend. We spoke free. ly of you for many weeks before be died. - It was his desire to do something for you that would change your whole life and make It full and happy and contented. Were your uncle alive I know of nothing that would give him greater pleasure than for bis old friend to take yon, jour young life. Into bis care. Miss O'Connell, 1 am the man!" "Stop itr she cried. "Whnt'fl tlif matther with you men this moruiti"; ife'd tblnk I wan some great lady tn?way ye're all offerta' me yer hands an yer names an' yer Influences an' yer ' dignities. Stop It: Give ui that mon ey an' Jet me go." Hawkes paused. "Don't give your answer too hastily I know it must seem abrupt?one might alcaost say brutal Hut I am alone lti - J n !?? ??* V nit hit* At UJ6 wunui- ^ uu nri* uiuuc. ^cuuci \/j us has contracted a regard for any one else. And. In addition to that, tner* would be no occasion to marry un til you are twenty-one. There!" Peg suddenly burst Into a paroxysm of laughter. "Am 1 to consider that a refusal?" "Ye may. What would J be doin' marryln' tbe likes of you7 Answer me that?" "That Is final?" be queried. "Absolutely, completely an' entirely final. Tbank ye very mucb, sir," she added. "An* may I have the "Certainly. Here It Is.". And he hand ed her tbe money. "I'm mucb obliged to ye. An' I'm sorry If I hurt ye by laughin' Just now But I thought ye were jokln', 1 did." ' She hurried across tbe room to tbe staircase. When she was halfway np the stairs Jarvis entered and was Immediately followed by Jerry. "Peg!" he said gentJy, looking up at i her. "I'm goln' back to me father In half an hour!" And she went on up the stairs. As Jerry moved slowly away from the staircase he met Montgomery Hawkes. (To be Continued.) (The State of South Carolina, ABBEVILLE COUNTY. Probate Court.?Citation for Letters of Administration. By J. F. Miller, Esq., Judge of Probate. I -?itj 4I~1. T ../>? ha + li mola culf ; uiiereus, ai|>h juj>-u .i??m to rae.to arrant him Letters of Administration of'the Estate and effects of Mrs. Margaret E. Lyon, late of Abbeville County, deceased. i These are therefore, to cite and admonish all and singular the kindred and credi, tors of the said Mrs. Margaret E. Lyon, deceased. that they be and appear before me, in the Court of Probate, to be held at Abbe, ville Court House, on Saturday, the 14th ! day of August, 1915, after publication hereof," at 11 o'clock iu the forenoon, to show ' cause, if any they have, why the said Administration should not be granted, j Given under my hand and seal of the Court, this 31st day of July, in the i year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and fifteen and in the 140th year of American Independence. i Published on the 4th day of August, 1915, in the Press and Banner and on the Court House door for the time required by law. J. F. MILLER, Judge of Probate. ; 'V- - . - r SHOULD THE FARMER TOO OU> TO WORK MbVE TO TOWN? -li > ; "Uncle Henry" Wallace, an 'old man himself, discusses in Wallace's Farmer the question as to whether a farmer too old to work should move: to town. He thinks not but suggests a different plan which we believe will make for the happiness for old folks past their point of active work. Says Dr. Wallace: "If the good wife should take kindly to that suggestion, it would not be surprising. She has had rather, a ?; hard time of it all these years. You could get help on the farm, but she ! could get none in the house, and the more help you had, the more work itj,v made for her. She would nkturally * feel that a good, long rest would be a nice thing for her, and suggests _ >? that the rent of a quarter section ' should easily keep you in comfort ill xfy town. You think so, too. Don*t~be ; too sure about that. Living out of *'w? the grocery and meat market-is a far different matter from living out of the garden, the poultry yard, the barnyard. . "Otherwise she can get along in town; for she has her household du- > ties to keep herv busy; she has her church and its minor societies. But you will find that you are not so tired, y, as you thought you were, Man-getting-lazy. After you get your house fixed, the garden made and the yard fixed un. von will want. snTnthinc f/v ' . do; but, alas, there are enough old H fellows in town already to do all olcl men's work. "You will not take nearly so kind- . ly to town folks as you thought you would from your meetings with them before you moved to town. In fart, they may not take very kindly to * \ you. They will not welcome you to their stores if you have nothing to sell or buy, nor to their offices, if y&u have no busines to transact. Yon j will lose the political influence you had on the farm. Your tenant will in all probability be a bigger man politically than you are, because he lives < on the farm and can get votes for the offrce-seker, if he wants to. \ v .;: r "You will find yourself longing fpr Saturday to come, when you expect wnnr nlH neiffliKnrc tn cnmc fmnn '? ? T to trade, and you can get in momen- c , tary touch with the old life. If you\ have reijted for cash, you will probably quit thinking about farmings will read local news and telegraphic dispatches instead of editorials. This will age you mightily, and that will react on your health. You may even ^ fail to renew for Wallace's Parmer on the advice of your neighbor, wljo may tell you that if you keep on tak ing it, it will make you homesick for ; / the farm. In fact, men have told'me that they have received just that ad- ' . ^ vice from other retired farmers. "So you will do well if you think over carefully this matter of moving to town. I don't say jtou should not. There are circumstances under which it would be well to do so. In case you shnuld drop off suddenly, it is i quite likely that your widow would oe better orf in town; but you are nop likely to drop off nearly so soon if you stay on the farm. Before deciding to move to town, however, I would suggest that you consider the* alternative. It is no new advice I am giving you. I have spoken of this often/ I speak of it with more con- i fidence, because men and women who >' have taken my advice in this have written me, and sometimes come in to tell me how happy they were that they did not move to town. "What is that alternative? Rent i your farm to the best man that you can find, a man who will take care of 1 it and maintain fertility, a man whose character is such that you can reasonably expect him to stay on it as long as you live, no matter what the time of the lease von RnilH vnn a house of your own on say ten acres, or five, a house suitable for yourself and wife and what unmarried children are at home. Don't build it too big, but be sure and have one j room in it for your visiting children or grandchildren. Keep a cow; a horse or two, if you like to drive. If you are able to afford an automobile, gat one in addition to the horse or two. Help your wife to grow some fine chickens. Grow improved seed corn or some new variety of grain, Keep in touch with your old neighbors. They will be nearer and dearer to you as they grow old along with you. Keep in touch with young life. Take an interest in all farming operations. Keep in touch with your church, your grange, or farmers club. This, I think, is the best way of rounding out a farmer's life." A Doctor's Prescription for Cough An Effective Cough Treatment One-fourth to one teaspoonful of Dr. King's New Discovery, taken as needed, will soothe and check coughs, ^ Colds and the more dangerous Bronchial and Lung Ailments. You can't afford to take the risk of serious illness, when so cheap and simple a remedy as Dr. King's New Discovery is obtainable. Go to your Druggist to-day, get a bottle, of Dr. King's New Discovery, start the treatment at once. You will be gratified for the relief and cure obtained. f