The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

DARE HE? OR, A SAD LIFE STORY CIIAFI-EO LXm. , The (Byiigs ni-e gone, linving got off Just williiii the litno Ilrsl suggested byl tho sick limns iii'.jtlK?r. But, after alF, | hi lias to be carricHl on board the' IXgi'ne Pen-ere. Since his interview with Miss Le .\Iarchant,'uis pi'ogiess lo- vards ncoverj' has scarcely been so smocitli or so fust as before; and per- haps his iiioUior is riglil to bear liini awuy Willi what seems such overiiasle, even though it be on men's shoulders thai he luis to make his exit. At all events, he is gone. The hotelâ€" of which u part of Ihe inmates have se<'H him only prostrate and Lletximg, and the other and larger piirt have not seen him at ail, but have had their curiosity whetleil by the tale of lus calumiious arrival, only Ic have it balked by his hurrie<l depar- tureâ€" crowd into the eulrunce-hall, some on one pretext, some on another, most on no pretext at all, to see liim go. There are only two of the visilors whose faces cannot be seen among the good- rifkturedly eiiri<Mis and sympalhelically ^â- â€¢' group that watch the exoduc of ^\', Who sJiall say how '-Ihe hour of Byngs de- '* â-  lives? Jim has ac- <x ^ to Ihe quav to se« the .'aycd with "him till Ihe ' â- 'â- ^"ssengers off the-L _^ M the proper requests' ana ao durations to let him know bow the sick man bears the voyage; how they get on, etc. But as Mrs. Byng elands on the upper deck and watches the trail of churned water lengthening lielw<5en her and the dwindhng high while town, she has a feeling thai her til(t friend <loes not like her as well as h did. and that it will never again be quite the sanio thing t>etween them. The Byngs are gone â€" have been gone a forijiight^and .March is here. Over the villa faces {ho bignonias have bixj- k«n into riotous llower, and the snowy- blossomed fruit-trees, that have put on their snowy gannoiits but lately, stand out In bright fragility against the heavy green thai never, even In January, ceases to wrap itself about the lovely Moslem town. Every day for the last fortnight, Jim, Uxj, has been going, but he Is not gone yet. His guns have arrived ten days ago, and his friend has e.\prcsse<l by post and wire his wearinc* of explor- ing the bazaars of Tunis alone. But ho L< not yet gone to join tliut impatient friend. Why does lie sUll linger in a place whcic, as he had justly explained to Cecilia, there is nothing for hUii to do ? Why indeed 7 It is a qucsllon that, bv night and day, by Ihe insolence of the- .staring moonlight wiiich slides in u^on his restless open eyes by night, under llie fires of the great spring .-iiin at noon, he ask.s him.sclf. .^11 the an- swer he can give is that it would be hardly friendly to choose this niomenl, when she is so down in the world, to leave Elizabeth. She is diiwii in the world; there can be no mistake aloul that, liven her fa- ther, who has relumed fwiii his wan- derings, must 1)0 aware of this fact. I'erhaps that is the reason why he no longer snubs her as nunh as ho did; why he even accepts, with some sem- blance of gi'acioiisneii.s, lh<j.se affocllonale a>id watchful mlnislraliDiis which she tenders him willi as gentle aji assiduity a? in her brigliler days.. But he has slill no gieat appetite for her society; and Klic, unresentfully divining it, gives up tc him. vvllhoul repining, the one great et'laco of hor melancholyâ€" her mother's company. U Jim were gone, the mo.st pari of her life would be si>enl alone. She tells him .soâ€" tells him, with a sweet _ nattering smile, how much his comrade- ship Is to her. lias he any right to rob her of that last prop? It is only to hini- eelf that Iho breathless claniborings up the stctp short cut lo E\ Biar. d^'cp and brambly as hor own Devonshire lanes, that the gazings in conmioii over Ihe pigeon-necked sea and the amaiith hills, can do any harm. They may put a sting Into his own afler-hfeâ€" a sling that all the empty years that follow may be powerless to extract; but to her they Berve only as a narcotic to numb the in- tensity oi Uial ache which Iho cure<l madness of Byng has left behind it. Some day, of course, ho must leave her; he cannot pass his whole life al her side; eome day soon leave her lo walk and ell and study her Italian grammar for- k.rnly alone." But it must not bo imtil 6ho ha.s a little pluck«\l up her spirits. As soon as he sees any signs of this occurring, he will quit Algiersâ€" quit it ocmfortably, with the consciousness of having dono a good-natured thing, by which nobody Is the woree. This is Ihe compromise al which he arrives with Ihe Inward adviserâ€" conscience, comnion- pense, what vou willâ€" that is hourly ad- nion:.shing h'ni lo be gone. rVies Eli/.a- )C«lh guess Ihal her retention of Ihe com- panion lo whom she so dt>solalely clings hangs on her reniaiiHiig always as CPU.shP<l as Ihe Ih-.sl ten days atlor Ihnse cruel interviews will- 'le Byngs. mother and son. had left her? If she did, she v'oiik! proliably seek to check Ihe lirst faint r^vivings of clu-erfulness in her In- vol«ral'iy gay spirit, instead, while hor hearl is yel al its sickest, she earnestly tries lo foster the tiny .seeds of chcerful- ni«.s, saying to herself that it is mere sellishness in her to inllicl her dismal- nes,s upon her one friend; seeking rallier U) lift his spirits, which seem scarcely less drooping than her own. IXjes he eiiler inlo her motive? Does not it rather strike him with a spcciei of shock how superficial must be the na- ture, how on tlie surface the suffering, of one who can already begin again lo hike a mischievous interest in the Wi- dow Wadman's amours, and to mimic afi-esh the Ceekney twang of the French vicomte's English governess ? U is Ihrc-c weeks to-day since the Bv ng.s left. The weather is fine, and n hot sunbeam is lighting up the painful indecision of Jim's face, as lie stands in hs bedroom with an open telegi-aiir iii his hand, which two hours ago was put into it. It is from his friejid at Tunis, and is conceive<l in teniis which deiiion- sl-rate Uiat the indignation of the .sender ha.s got the belter of his economy. It contains a stringent repn-senlation of his inability any longer to dance atlendance u[X)ii Burgoyne's whims, and a peremp- tory request, answer paid, to be at once infonned either that he will join him im- mediately, or that tlve idea of their joint excursion has beeii entirely abandoned. He is stanilir,:~-,*^iildjng the paper in mis- erable uncertaTnTv. torn by doubts, rent in twain by conlUcting emotions, when the noise of voices and laughter oulskle Ihe house draw.s him to the window. The room he has occupied since he vacated his ovvn for Byng looks out over tilt hall-door, and in front of that door a small group is gallicrcdâ€" the vicomte. his two boys, his girl, her governess, a coal-black negiv) who serves as klt'hcii- niaiii to the estnbhshnient, andâ€" Eliza- beth. They aw all gatherc<I round a tiny donkey, such a Iwurriquot as the valiant Tarlarin slew, which has evidently been brougiit up for sale by iU Arab master. Attache*! to its head-gear ar<? two long reins, and holding lhcs«? reins is Miss I.i> Marchaiil. .Vs Jim looks out. the Ujurriquol. taking some strange freak into ils lilUe brown head, sets off gal- loping at a prodigious rale; and Eliia- l^^;lllâ€" white gown and blonde hair fly- ingâ€"gallops after it. As she is dragged a- racing pace down the drive, her im- moderate laughter cnincs borne back on the wind to the s[H!Ctulor of whom she is unconscious. The latter has turned away from Ihe window. ;uid sat down to his wrlting- Ihble, where he is scribbling a hasty ai.swer to Ihe missive which has cost him such long delilH>rali«n. It does not like a minute lo pen now that lie lias cnce made up nis mind, nor can it- be nure than five from Ihe nmnienl of the di/iikey's start to that when Ihe leUgram IS on "its way to the l\)sl onice in Za- melh the porter's hand. The die is cast. \\ hen this is the ca.se after long irrcso- hition, there must always be a sen.se of rflief, and. perhaps, therefore, it is iv- lief which Jim's face, thrown down upon bis arms rested on the tidjle, expresses, .'iiiico no man can see that hidden face, it is imiKi.ssibIc to say. lie has certainly IK- wish Ihal Elizabeth should be unhap- py. Iler jiatienl white mi.sery had lllle<i him with tender pity mid rutli; and yel her laugh, sweet and delicate as it was with all its excess of merriment, rings jnniiigly in his ears. She is incapable of a great constancy. He had promised hiiiLs^lf to slay with her until her spirits were restoreil. Well, he has kept his pi-onii.sc handsomely. Ho has done with her, and her contradictions now. It will be .someone else's turn wilh her next. Whose? The vicomte's. perhaps. By-and-byc he i"0uses liim.sclf. Only a part of his task is yel done. He must tel! them thai he is going. .\s he passes the looking-glass, he sees Ihat his hair is roughened and created by his late atli- iude. He passes a hrusii h.-us|ily over it. lie miisl, not look a Be«llajiiitc like Byng. II '. finds Mr. and Mrs. Lc Marchant sit- ting under Ihe flcus-treo on the teiraceâ€" Ihe terrace which, al Ihis hour, they have to themselves. She is ivading aloud to him panigiaplis out of the Algerian paper. Iraiislatiiig as she goes along, since his Erencli is about on a par witti Ihal of most Englishmen of his slaiid- iiig. He is leaning back in a wicker chair, wilh an expression of placid good-hu- mor on his [ace. .\ciuss his knees the hotel catâ€" a plain and ill-naluivd animal - lies, loudly [lurring. while ho oliliging- ly scratches her judiciously whenever she indicates a wisli for that relaxalion. .\s Burgoyne remembers, Mr. I.e Mar- chant had always been on very frieiMlly terms wiih Ihe beasts of the Held and Ihe fowls of Ihe air. About the little gioiiji tiR... is such an air of conlenl. of hai-mony, of complclcness in itself, that none can oonnt'cl the idea of a third person with il in anything bul an in- Uiloping altitude. .\nd yel Ihoro is a third iHM'son wlio.sc piifience niusl 1)0 coiiliniiolly intringhig its happy duality, since" niolw of her own In life she has none. "Are you looking for Elizabeth?" a.sks Elizabeth's mother, laying down her pa- per as Ihe new-iviiner draws near; "she hiiji walked Uj Biermandreis." The intimate friendliness of her smile as she gives him this bit of information â€"(he matter of course taking for granted that he must be seeking her whose so- ciety he has so wholly monopolized of iaieâ€" plants a new sting in Jim's sorn heart, and robs hun for the moment of thai power to make his announcement. "She has not been gone more than ten minutes"â€" still with that bright look of kindly oonlldence that she is answering his thoughts. "1 am k)oking for you all," he answers abruptly. "1 came lo teU you that I am off to-morrow.' The shaft is sped. Though he is not looking al Mrs. Lo Marchant, he knows that her face has fallen. Upon Mr. Lc Marrhants, on Ihe contrary, an added sliade of cheerfulness is visible. Mr. Le Manchanl has ceased any overt apposi- tion to the young man's intimacy with his family; but none the loss is Ihe ycung man aware that the father has ac- quiesced bul grudgingly in Ihe footing in which he hud found Jim on his return from his lour. "1 have hud a wire from my friend in Tunis; he is becoming dangerous"â€" laughing, oh, how force<lly. "'\'ou are going lo Tunis ?' says Mr. I.t) Marchant, almost cordially. "You are quite right; il is a very interesUng place. One does really see the genuine l':ast there, not Iho mongrel hotch-polch 'IK- has hero." "Is not it ralher late for a trip into the mlerioi'?" asks the wife. The gemahty has gone out of her tone, and the sun- shine out of her face, .here is a touch i'', invohmtary wistfulness in both. 'The interior? Oh, yes, of course. Mw dawdling ! "â€" more laughter- "hiu- l;nocked Ihat on Iho head. I have let the time for Ihat go by. W'o Intend to run over to Spain and see Ihe Alhambra and Ihe Escurial." There is a general silence. Well, 11 is done. Neiltlier husband or wife makes any effori to alter his resolution or de- tain him. They do not even put any i;uestions to him as lo his future pro- jects. He has nothing lo do bul re- move himself and allow them lo resume Jhat happy liUle duel which he had dis- turbed. 'The train sels off at such an unearth- ly hour to-morrow morningâ€" six o'clock or thereabouts; it would take tliree days to get Uiere if it did notâ€" Ihal I must put my things together this aflenioon. I shall see you again, of course, before 1 go.'' "Oh, of course,' replies Mr. Lc Mar- chant. in Uie easy and oomfortable tone cf one lo whom It is a matter of supreme indilferenee whether or not that fare- well meeting ever lakes places and Mrs. L? Marchant says nothing al all. He has adduced his neces.sary pack- ings as an excuse for leaving them ; though, indeed, they are neitlier wished for nor asked as an excuse; yet no- Uiiiig is furUior from his intentions than U; cutiT at once upon that occupation. Slio has walked lo Bieniiandreis. In llvi- iiiinutcs he is walking thither loo. There are a couple of mads that trad ilieiv, and of course he takes the wrong â- jiieâ€" Ihe same, Ihat is, Ihal she had taken, .so that, although he wallis fast, yel. thanks to her start of him. he has reached the pretty lillle n<iwer-.shaded Trench village which, with its white (•h.ureh and its Ecole Communale, looks as if it were taken to pieces al nighl and put to bed in a toy-boxâ€" he has ivached it, and has, moreover, traced I'alf his homeward way. before he over- lakes her. The path by which he returns is a rough .\rab track, cut in low steps up the hill, each step a mass of fossil- shellsâ€" whelk, and s«'allop and oysler shells, who.ser iiihahilanls die<lâ€" strange Uioughl !â€" before .\dain saw ICden's fair light II IS a channing road, cul, in part, through the red i-ock. over which lilt .southern gi-r-enory tumbles. He has approached quite close to her l)e(ore sh.' .sees him. She is silling on a camp- slool by the wayside, looking vacantly before her. Her llgiire is rather sloo[)ed. and her straight back bent, as if il vvere ixil worth the trouble to hold il up. Be- side her. on the ground, lie a little tin color-box and water-bottle and a draw- ing-l>oard. Ho wishes, wilh a new pang, that ho had not come upon her So .suddenly. He is afraid that this is one of the aspects of her tlial will stick most pcrliiiaeiously in ms memory. Catching sight of him, her whole sad, listless face lights up. "II is you ! I vvas sure you would come. I told them to tell you where I had gone. I meant to .sketch 'â€"with a ^jliiiico al hei- neglecled implementsâ€" "but"- wilh a sigh- "as you see, 1 did not." ".\re you down on your luck?" he a.sks. sitting down by her side; "you did not seem so 'â€" trying lo harden his hearl ty forcing a lecoUeclion of her extrava- gant giiiely-"a little wlille ago. when you were prancing after Ihat jackass." "Is not ho a darling?" criw she, hur- rving up the end of her sigh to make room tor a smile of pleasure. "I wanl lo buy him; only I am afraid he might die of sea-sickness going home." "I'erhaijs"â€" scarcely knowing what ho is saying. "I sliouW like lo buy a little carl to harness him to-such a one a.s 1 saw just now going along Ihe road, drawn by a tiny bourriquol Ihal might have been twin brother lo mine. .Some Arab chil- dren had dressed out Ix3th him and his carl wilh broiiches of that greal yellow fennelâ€" his long oars anil his little uose peeped out so palhelically between ; another child walked alter barefoot, waving a great acanthu.s-leaf. You ne^ ver saw anything so pretty ! Yes. you iinist break mine in for me,'' smiling at;ain, "it will not take more than a week. 1 am sure." It il did not take more than a day even. I am afraid 1 should have lo de- cline Ihe apiwintmonl"â€" seizing Ihi.s opening Ui blurl out his news. "I am o'f at 6ix o'clock to-morrow morning. Iâ€" I want lo see the Escurial." She had been almost garrulous ajxiut th'i little donltey. and he had wished lo slop her. In Uiat he has undoubtedly succeeded. How the asphodels cover the banks on either hand I Tliey have ooib« into full flower since last he passod lliis way ; la|i branching stem, white blossom, and pinky bud; hero they are in thousands. It is a soft day, on which scents lie heavy, and their stixmg odor â€" that is scarcely perfume, and yet has an odd acrid chunnâ€" lllls Uio air. "EverylliLng must como to an end," he says baldly. She is apparently not going to make any nioiN; effort lo detain him than her mother. He has every right to come and gi; where and when ho pleases. Since .Ajiielin died, to no liiinian beijig is lie ac- countable for his actions, and yet Ihero is both guilt and jiiistTj- in his voice as he utlei's his platitude. "11 has been great good luck for me Ihat you have stayed so long; I know that il is out of pure kindness that you have done It, and il has made all the difference to me. I â€" I am quite set up again now, thanks to you; and â€" and summer is coming on, and I shall do very well â€" capitally i .<he has detectedâ€" what is, indeed, pretty obviousâ€" the deep distress of his face and voice, and, in her habitual un- selltshness. her own thought is lo i«- livve liim of any self-reproach'ful mis- givings thai lu^ is doing aughl oniel in ix'bbing her of llie supjjort of hts com- punioTiship. In her lone is nothing but Ihe meekest gratitude. It is her misfor- lime, not her fault, Ihat in il there Is not cheerfulness too. Bul her "gentle pl.ysic. " instead of curing, seems to ag- gravate his ill. "It must come lo an end some time or other !" he luuiinurs wretchedly, as il lo himself. ... "Yes !" Dead silence. Below the slight eminence where they sil, the road winds white, and upon Ihe opulent low green hills on its further side, what a banquet of color I On one .sleep slope Ihe plough is driving its diUicult furrows, turning up the rich red earth, shaded with deeper claret and lighter pink stains. Beneatii a square of stone-pines looks like a green velvet handkerchief .spread on tlie hillside, and over Ihe rest of the upland eucalyptus, and olive, and cac- tus hold their riot of various verdure; while on the tiptop of overylhing against a w«(rdly pole-blue sky-lleld, a .Moorish villa lifts ilfi white Hank. How long have they both been staring dully at Ihat fair pmspecl before Ehza- both again speaks I â€" "You wciv a very good friend to me!" She had not meant Ihal past tense as u(. arrow to shoot inlo his heart; but it slicks there barbed. "I do iiol know how." ".\nU Iriemlsâ€" real good, friends- should not have conceahnenis from each otiicr, should they ? They should tell on>- another about themselves?' "Yes." .\ pau.se. "1 have often wishedâ€" often tried to tell you uIkiuL myself: but I could not. 1 never could ! 1 can tell you to-day ; if yoi: wish, il you car© lo iicar. Do you care?" "D<i I care?" What a sinall- battlelleld Ihose three wcnis make for ihf anger and agony tl-.ey express to light upon I .\nother long pause. She has lakeii off her hat, and now pa.s.ses her hundkerchiet over her damp [oi-ehead. "1 sliall be all right when 1 have once I'Ogun, but il is bad to make a start." "Do not make it ! do not tell me I I adjure you not lo tell me! il hurts you loo much 1" "II would hurt nie more to let you go without telling you. Do you remember" -rushing desperalely into her subjectâ€" "at the time y<iu stayed with us al Iho NUal, Ihal there was a great talk among us of inv having my porliail painted'.' He knit his hiows In an eager strain- ing of his memory. "Vcs. 1 ivcollecl." "Ealher was wonderfully proud of me .11 lliosc days; il seems Impossible lo be- lieve il now'â€" Willi a passmg^Kik of in- ' lexlulity al her own sUileinent--"but he was." "Yes, ves." "Do you remember all Iho arranging and phiiming as lo who was to lx> the artist, and Ihal he was lo come and slay il, tile house lo paint il?" Jim has put his hand up (0 his fore- liend as it lo quicken Ihe return of tho.se fainl and distant impressions which arc coming out in stronger and stronger colors on mejiioiy's surface. "Yis, yes; he was not an Englishman, vvas he Wo used to laugh alniut him " -adding stroke lo stroke in order to convince her of the accuracy of his re- etllcclion.sâ€" "used to call him Iho 'dis- tinguished foreigner.'" "Did we? Yes"-- slowlyâ€" "I remember now Ihal wc did. Well"â€" gallioring her- self up for a .supreme effort, panting painfully, and turning her head quite aside ."xi that he may have no glimp-ie of her fucL^-"he came and he stayed Iwo monllis. and al ine end of those two months Iâ€" Iâ€" ran away with him !"' (To bo continued). â- =5Ks^ oil TIE Fi JU.ST THE OPPOSITE. "They call the town yoii live in a wo- man'.s paradise, do IheyT' said Ihe man wilh the poinUd nose. "Becau.se the women outnumber the men live or tix lo one?" "Not at all." answered ihe man wilh the bulging brow. "BOeait-e Ihe men «.i:lnumbcr lh« wome^ live or six lo one."' CABE OF YGU.NG PfGS. The prospect is that the supply d btcon hogs will bo short the coming wuiler and spring, and that prices wifl rule high in this oountrv. The outlook is the same In England, â- where the Puciters and dealers are complaining bitlerly of the shortage of pi^^. and are forced to handle more second-cUis f'lodiicl from outside sources than they wculd if the supply of finst-cluss were sUHcient. Many fanners fail to make a success of feeding fail pigs during the winter montlis, and manv havo 1-e come discouraged Ihiough failure and have a-bandomtl Ihe work. On the other hand, not a few have succeeded sallsfaclortly. and nmde il n prodtable busuiesa. What is the seci^et of llieir succestiT Is a qiiislion others should observe and study, in order that they may share in the good prices going. Probably part of Ihe dillicullv in carry- ing pigs through the winter "in a grow- ing and improving condiUon is due tt) havmg Ihe htlers come too late in the full. Seprlembcr and October are Ihe fuvori:e months lo h;ve theni oomo, as lliey may be kepi running out on the giound and Ihe grats a good part of the time for Iwo or lln-ee months, Ireat- inur! winch is c.'i,ential to Uie gr«JwlU of bone, ilie development -^f muscle, and I'lf laying of the foundation of a vig- orous oonstitulion. which will enable Ihem to witti:>land the effects of Ihe en- f-roed coiuinemeni due to snow and the COLD WE.\Tin:H 1.-^ WlNTEfl. Much trouble is exijerieiiccd frnm crip- pling of pigs in wint«.r, apparently rrom rheijmalism, bul probably from liiaclive livers and imperfect digipslion or dc- n.ngement of the stomach, due Ui lack • : exorcise, and possibly from feeding lo<; tmich .x>ld, sloppy food, which, n c<.hl wealher. jimy vtroll account for a sluggish circHlnlion of the blood and ooiKii'qiient inaction of Ihe organs of \ne sy.slem which i)erforiii th.^ tune- U<ns of digesl* ji and assimilalKvi. It Ihciv us reavjii lo believe that the aJI- ciients whicii so often check the growth i.nd lieallh of pigs in winter are due to liie system of feeding above indicated why not try the sysU'in of feeding Ly whicii the grain is fed dry. either whole or grouiid, and tlie drink given in a â- .sepurale trough, lo be t.'iken when i-e- quiPiHl. W'e have s<vii pigs thrive ad- liUrabiy in win er m very ordinary quar- teis, fid in Ihis way. .Nkisl of tiie hogs r.iis<'d in Ihe corn-gnowmg StaUis are fed whole corn, on tlie ear. or >-belk>l â- and .sculk'ri'd on Ihe ground or on p-aiik platforms; and jiowhere arc «o siiany so successfully raisixl and lillcd for market, Ihe principal Jilhcully there 'being Ihal ihe hogs, being kept hi .such laige numtxi-s, bunch togelher too closely, and are liable lo become over- hiatcd from cHJiitacI of their Lsjdios, and lo catch cold when separated. It i"-. we bilieve. sound doctrine that food eiitoii .-lowly, and IlKJi'mighly mustical- •od and mixed with the saliva of he glands of the mouth. » besl fltlcel 'or being readily dige.st<.d, the ex«rU-.in re- qriiifsl to pick up thinly scallered grain <.r meal in a llal-botlomed trough leiuts to kevp up Ihe blood circulii'ion. and the process of nia.-.ticalion is much Tin re complete than in swalt'wing slop- py food. In the early years of fann- ing in this toimlrv'. i! was the eom- Ji'on pra<'Hr« lo keep pvirkei-s till they woro llfteen to eighle^i months old be- fore fatteniJig: they were cametl over the II si winter alnussl Invariably by s<'atU'ring wlwle pcus on llio fwzen ground or on plank Ikxirs, or in Irouglis. and given waler sepai-aM!y, and were fiitlciied at last lo great weights on wIvjIo peas, wilh walis- lo drijik, yet rheumatism and winter crip- pling was pracKeallv AN UNK.XCJWN AITAIENT. Hgs seldom )y< wr<jiig In sunmior wlK-re they are allowed lo run on Ihe giound, wilh access lo gi'il and gra.ss, jiiid if we cannot have summer evmdi- li<ns in winter, the best we can d»), it would ap|>ear, is to got as lu'ar as wo tail lo it by adODlliig meltiods of treat, ir.enl which aid iialure lo do its woi'k, ijoifpile I hi- handicflps of fivesl and snow. To this end. il Is surely worth wliilo lo ex,periment. by supplying llio mvNls «if tlK> animal .system, "by providing ln.ne-and-muscle-formliig r<^>ods. ami feeding Ihejii In Ihe manner best calcii- lali'd lo aid digestion and a.ssimilaUon. Well-cured ctovM- or alfalfa hay. cut up fine, and fed in cxinibination with puliHHl mangles <r sugar 'beets and a Httle meal, should ansv. it admirably for Ihis purpose', and sii<julil greatly re- duce Ihe <x«l of production, as coni- i[»areHl wilh the common practice of teavv tcH-^I ng of grain meiils. much of which is often woi-so than wnsleel when lh< animals are knocked olf their bal- ance, and lose groiinU. iiisle.-id of gain- ing; in eoniblion and woiglil. It would cosi bul liltlc to pP'jvide a load or Iwo of gravel in a coveivd pls-oe. or lo car- ry over Ihe coai nshos for this purixise, or lo partially burn, uiider CJvor of earth, some o"t the rough vv>xid lying ai>eund the yai-ds lo produce charcoal, Uj which the pigs coulu be given ac- ch:«s. a iiii.'.lure of sal! and sulphur a;id weiod .ishos. as a oondimciit. kiYt under covei- in a low. flat box, so the pigs can help llienisclves, «nay ]inne the savior of life and vigor. Tho.se uro hut hints which may .«erve a helpful Durpo.se In solving the problan of suc- cos.sful winter produoti«.in of baco!i to meet the giiKxl <l<'mand and price.*; of the present .M least, Ihe .suggestions offer- I'll are open lo discir.ssJon, whioh ia e.Mrncstly invited. Who will iN' the liiisl to lake a hand in it, and add his quoltt to lh« solution or the qtiv«t«i)i>t J i