Commenorating a Boy -Stir-us Event at
the Third St. ME. Parsonage, Wil-
Hamsport, Pa, Feb, ist, 1500,
{Published through the courtesy of Rev, John A.
Wood Jr.)— By Widow Bedott,
Three little men in the parsonage below,
Three little neroes, al! in & row,
Three pairs of feet treading softly the floor
Bringing three little faces through Mamma's
room door.
Wide with amazement ope three pairs of eyes
As they spy in the cradle a wordrous surprise ; !
For cuddied on pillows taking their ease
Lay two more little heroes as DUE as you please
“Five kid" Says Perry the voluble, when
He sees there are truly fico more little men ;
“That's a little too much!" surveying the
three,
And grasping the fact, of five liltle brothers.
Though looking sweet enough to be kissed,
These two little pets keep doubling their fists,
And asserting by all the words (?) that they
say,
“We feel quite at home and have come here
to stay."
Then Perry and [Gilbert and John say “All
right !
Come to think of it now, it is quite a delight,
A pair of new boys! Hurrah! What fine game, | PU
Now, for each of the darlings, let us pick ont
a name."
Mischievous, fun-loving, teasing Papa,
Hints Jumbo and Midget, or Jacob and Esau,
“Little John" then locks a determined “No
thanky,"
And calls the wee bairns “Moody and
Bankey."
Joseph Cook and Charles Wesley stand fora
test ;
Rather preponderous ‘‘wise-acres suggest;
“More fitting to name them Silas and Paul”
While another declares for Sam Jones and
Sam Small,
The discussion keeps or, and until it is
through
We'll call the wee cherubs No. 1, No, 2.
Be they “bishops” or “presidents” may
multiplied joys
Fill the house that ie blessed with five little
boys.
Do Ii,
If you have a thing to say,
Say it.
If you have a debt to pay,
Pay it.
If you're something less than men—
Say that you are just u hen,
With an egg to lay—why, then,
Lay it.
If you have a log to hew,
Hew it.
If there's something you should rue, ,
Rue it.
For all things beneath the sun
Teach us this as on we run
If there's aught that shonld be done,
Do it,
— Sunset Magazine,
THE AMERICAN.
We stood under the shed of the Panama
railroad company’s wharf, waiting for the
tide to cowe in and with it the tug which
was to curry us to the San Pedro. Captain
Samuel Twizzle, master of that vessel, was
stampiug around, cursing the heat, which
was excessive, the smells wbich were atro-
cious, and the dilatory tide ; and his face
also hore traces of the impatience that bis
tongue and limbs expressed. He was home-
ward bound, after two months in the Tiop-
ios, and in San Francisco there would meet
him on the dock a woman of whom he
dreamed continually,
In his wander ngs in and out amid the
raffle of fieighs piled nigh along the
slips, he stopped under a huge shrashing:
machine boowing clumsily in bright red
and green paint. “Look here,” he gram-
bled, *‘did you ever sce such an unseaman-
like craft ? American make, 100. It's got
a sign «renoiled on it, Manufactured in In-
diana, U. 8. A. Weil, old luviann, you're
Am:iican, anyway. amonga ot of oatland-
ish stall.’ And ae rapped soundly on its
resonant side. As if in response to this in-
vocation there was thrust out of a slit in
the machine a child's face. I'wizzie stared
at it open-mouthed. ‘Is this a hotel ? or
an incubator?’ he gasped presently.
“Hey there, son ! Live here 2"
To our astonished gaze were disclosed
two gray eyes set in a dark countenance
dignified by an aquiline nose of the most
prenonnced character. ‘My name's Pat,”
said thi« creature in a curiously nasal tone.
“Fat !"’ roared the captain. ‘You black
monkey, where'd vou get that name 2"
The boy pas his head clear out, follow-
ed it by a meagre body and in two Swists
landed at our feet. “My dad was an Amer-
ican,” he explained.
Our interest was now unaffected. The
boy was the color of cafe au lait, slender-
limbed, pigeon-breasted, and 1n bis lean
face gleamed the two gray eyes that had
first startled us. His nose was bevond
doubt that of ao aristocrat. His sole gar.
ment was a pair of ragged overalls, rolled
&t the waistband into a sort of sash around
bis tarrow hips. He looked at Twizzle
and then at myself with glances of keen-
ness and anconcern. “What were you do-
ing in that thrashing machine?” 1 asked
blankly.
He turned his head and threw his aqui-
line profile against the lurid scarlet of the
agricultural moostrosity. A thin finger
wax laid upon the gilt stencilling. **Made
in America,” he said shrilly. “My dad
was au American.”
“Can you read ?' T demanded.
The eaptain was quicker than I. *“The
United States arms are there as well,” he
said. With sudden kindoess in his eyes he
bent over the lad. “‘Make you feel kind of
homey, son 2"
The boy met his look squarely. ‘‘My
dad was an American,” he said, and under
the Stow of his dark skin showed a faint
ash.
‘Good Lord I" answered Twizzle to my
unspoken thought. *‘Nobody but a Yan.
kee ever had that tin-horn voice. Who
was your dad 2’
“He's dead.”
unmistakably.
“But who was he? What did he do?
Where aid you come from ?"’
lance was the only response
and Twizzle caught my eye. "Who's your
mother 7"! I asked.
‘Some nigger
. “But
oe
‘Eoginesr on Number 8,” - the
prompt . a died of the Severs
and fell into thoughs. :
The soft d's were foreign
woman, I guess,” he
{ and its spawn.
that in this riffiaff a balf-naked urobin |
should have seized upon two busy men in
dad was an American. raigned
that went with his gray
eyes and bawk-like nese. It was as if that
heavy, stolid machine, made in a town in
Indiana, had suddenly stirred at the call
of Twizzle’'s kunckles and had given birth
to him —Pat, with a solitary inheritance of
ancestry.
I looked about me, conned the outland-
1sh paraphernalia scattered under the shed,
listened to the sinrring tones of some na-
tives loafing in the -bade. But my eyes
retarned perforce 10 the anwieldy machine
It struck me as very odd
this imperative and amazing fashicn. Twiz-
zle echoed my thought hy exclaiming more
vigorously than ever, ‘Good Lord !"’
The boy caught up the ejaculation and
twisted it into a vile Spanish expletive de-
livered with his marvelous American
twang.
“Shut op !"’ said the captain sharply.
‘“You've been messing with all this dirs
since yor were born. Where'd you learn
Eoglish ?"'
“Tbe men working on the railroad
tanght me,” rejoined the youth. ‘‘I ain't
messed with any black trash. I speak
English all right, all right.”
Never was such assurance nor such im-
dence. The captain turned to me.
‘‘He’s got nobody to look after him,” he
suggested. ‘‘It ain’s right. I ain’t going
to allow the kid of any American dad to
stay here.” Belore I could interfere he
had addressed the boy. ‘You come with
me, son. [I'll take you to the States.’
Without a second’s hesitation the child
forward. I was on the point of ve-
bement speech, instinctively foreseeing a
thousand complications if this bit of scum
were taken into decency. The boy seemed
to read my thoughts. He rested his gray
eyes upon me. ‘‘My dad was an Ameri-
cau,’ he said. I was silent. He claimed
a birthright.
We never knew more of Pat's life than
the facts he gave ne on that wharf. With
this vague and unsatisfactory past, in a
pair of tattered overalls he came amoog us
of the San Pedro. Twizzle called him a
cabin-boy, and he was installed with the
steward’s crew in the funny quarters on
the maio-deck forward, where he was to
learn to work, and thos fulfill in some
measure the duties of his nberited blood.
It may bave been a token of his father’s
habits that the boy was cleanly in person.
The San Pedro, being a cargo-steamer
and carrying no passengers, called at every
port on the Central American coast. This
meant exhansting toil for all and little
leisure. For two days after we left Pauon-
ma I canght only glimpses of Pat. 1 ob.
served that be bad attained the dignity of
a singlet and shoes in addition to the over-
alls. The third day, as I smoked an even-
ing pipe with Twizzle on the upper deck,
I diseerned in the faint glow after sunset,
an aquiline profile against the white paint
of a life-boat near which we stood. It was
Pat, huddling in the shadow. Hello,” 1
said, “‘there’s that kid.”
Twizzle removed his pipe from between
his teeth and called to the boy to come out
and show himsell. He came, silent in
tread as a native. ‘‘How’re you getting
on 2" demanded the captain.
“Al right, sir.”
“Where'd you get that cut on your
cheek 2"
“The ho’s’n bit we.”
“What mischief had yon been into 2’? de-
manded Twizzle.
The lips nuder that Yaukee nose quiver-
ed slightly. “1 said — and he said,
‘Shut up, yon nigger,” and I hit him. My
dad was an American.”
“An American wouldn't say ——,"’ said
Twizzle slowly. '
Never bave I seen greater shame on any
face. Pat's gray eyes were clouded, his
swarthy «kin was underrun by a forious
binsh, a blush so deep that even in the dim
Light we hoth saw it and knew that his
boat was true. The captain's mouth
worked under his beard as he scanned that
lear: and childish countenance in ite dis.
tress. Bat all he said as the boy walked
away in homiliation was, “Good Lord 2
Later we interviewed the bo's’n. *‘Pat’s
a good chap,’ said shis worthy, ‘Bat he's
full of the Old Nick. Where he picked np
his talk, stumps me, sir. He talks Simon
pare American and that face of his is
mighty nigh white.”
“I understand,’ said Twizzle, ‘that be
tried to knock you out.”
The bo's’n grew shy iostantly. Hie
manner seemed to demand : ‘Who's been
tattling ?"' He stammered and the cap-
tain’s face grew dark. Suddenly, after
much backing and filling, the bo's’n came
oat plump : Bat he fights clean, sir, little
as he ix. Doesn't bite or kick, sir.”
Twizzle's frown vanished, and as we left
the ho's'n he remarked to the sky, *‘I
reckon the boy’s American, all right.
Blood always tells on itself in a sorap.
Aud when a clean fighter steps into a man
forty times his size,’’ he went on, sudden-
ly directing his words to me, ‘‘he's got
pluck. These niggers will bite and kick
at an elephant, bat they trust to foul
means. Good Lord !"
From day to day there reached my ears
sundry and varied tales of the new cabin-
boy's deviltry, The steward bewailed for
two days the loss of his pet oat. It was
found dead under the end of Pat's wat-
tress, where, he unblusbingly explained, it
served as a pillow. He added, when the
captain's brow lowered, that it had not
been hurt, as he killed it first. The cooks,
who were Mexicans of little skill and evil
demeanor, nearly mutinied when he in-
formed the whole main-deck in shrill, na-
sal tones, that they were sons of priests
and unfit to associate with Americans, im-
mediately following op this insult by
suatehiong the knife away from one and
burying is to the bafs in the meat-block.
Bat the climax came when Captain Twiz-
zle discovered the loss from his lockers of
two whole jars of cold cream, the pride of
his heart, for he was gallant of disposition,
and never failed to present a portion of
this useful cosmetic to consuls’ wives whose
complexions he judged needed it. “It's
something a woman appreciates,”’ was his
remark. ‘You can ask the consul to have
a drink, but bis lady must be remembered,
too.
When a search of the ship failed to re-
veal the missing ointment, suspicion set-
tled on Pat. ‘‘What notion ever got into
that noddle of bis,” grumbled Twizzle,
‘‘Heaven only knows. I must call him
down. He's got to learn a thing or two.”
So the boy was summarily dragged out
and leaned forward.
On
shone %
of his ribs stuck, white and ineriminating,
small lumps of the missing cold oream.
said Twizzle. “Those
Should have been astended
But we were too busy. This
fetoh ’em away. Then we'll stand to lose
the funvel.”
that Pat beard, Suddenly Twizzle sniffed
With a quick jerk he
whi the singlet over the lad’s head.
furrows
“You have been using it yourself, you ras-
cal I" bellowed the captain. “‘You're plas-
tered with it I”
Pat gazed at his judge with what struck
me as a very pleading look. Bus Twizzie
was thinking of nothing save the los of
his co.metic. “What did you think thas
stuff was for?” be bawled. ‘Do you
«'pose that was for a black-+kinned cabin.
boy to grease his dirty hide with? Answer
me! What did yon mean by stealing
that 2”
Pat cast his gray eyes over to me and
then looked down. His lips moved.
**Nothing !"" repeated Twizzle. *‘Look
here, my son, dou’s lie to me. Americans
don’t like lies.”
Again that deep flush nnder the shadow-
ed skin and Pat slowly raised bis eyes to
his judge. His childish face was wrench-
ed with shame and his slider arms were
tight against his sides. *° ough t—
he began, and stopped.
““You thought what?’ roared the cap-
tain,
“Go easy,” I pat in. ‘He'll tell you.”
Neither heard me. Twizzle’s raddy face
was bent loweringly upon the child and
his huge forefinger apped oun that chest as
if to evoke the truth hidden somewhere in
its little depths. ‘I wanted,” Pat began
again, ‘I thought’’— he paused an in-
stant—''I thought it would make my skin
white, same as you and the rest. My dad
was an American.”
Twizzle’s heavy forefinger was slowly
withdrawn from the boy's chest. Rough
and calloused as it was, the finger had
shown remarkably white againse the cof.
fee-tinted flesh. The pitiful reason, the
shame of its confession and that simple plea
of his parentage seemed to overwhelm the
captain, and as pas left, dismissed by a
nod, he mumbled in bis beard, breaking
out once more with a curt “Good Lod!"
The incident was never referred to again.
As the steamer worked up the coasts Pat
was seen on deck no more. Gradually be
was initiated into such duties of a sailor as
are practiced on a steamer, and when we
left Ocos, Twizzle, who bad been watching
the boy, giufily bade him leave the stew-
ard’s mess and join the deck-crew. “There
are enough viggers to wait on ue,”’ he re-
marked. Pat, the inference was, was an
American.
There was one place where the lad could
always be found when not engaged other-
wise. This was by the after-wheel over
the stern. Here he would sit, fossing with
the band-gear, examining the life-huoys
lashed to the rail or gazing up at the Stars
and Stripes floating from the staff. Every
evening when we were at dinner and the
awnings were being taken in for the night,
we could hear his shrill tones through the
skylight as he chaffed and joked with the
men. One night we came on deck and
found the flag still flying, though the sun
had set and the awnings had been stowed.
Twizzle's eye caught it and he bellowed
for a quartermaster. ‘What d’ve mean,”
he stormed, ‘‘hy not taking in the flag?
Are you going to let it whip itself into rags
all night ? Step lively I"
As the man threw the halvards off the
pin Twizzle started forward, leaving me to
see that it was properly done. The flag
sank «cftly down the pole and into the
quai termaster’s arms. I caught his eye,
“The kid always likes to do this job,” he
mumbled, “and he's busy below for a few
minutes. Thought it wonld do no harm
to wait on him, sir. He's so stuck ob it.
Sort of takes to the old rag, sir.”
Later the came night [ fonnd Put on the
grating by the after-wheel, staring at the
Southern Cross just burning above the ho-
rizon. When he saw me he withdrew a
little. “Don’t ran off,” I said. *“Tell me
how youn are getting along.”
“AN right,” he replied shyly.
“Looking at the stars 2’
“Yessir.”
We were silent awhile, he once more en-
gaged in some dim astronomy, 1 in watch-
in his face and pondering on the history
that lay behind that profile. He interrupt.
ed my musings by a low question. “Where
are the stripes 2’
“The stripes,” I repeated, bewildered.
He tossed his head toward the top of the
s'aff from which the flag floated in day-
time. “I see the stars,’ be said simply.
“Bat I can’t find the strips. There ain't
anv in the sky.”
Some impulse urged me to probe a little
deeper into this heart, to find something
more definite of the spirit peering out from
Pat's gray eyes. Without answering bis
impossible question, I asked him. “Do you
ever say your prayers 2’
He brought his gaze down from the vanlt
and with incomparable assurance and arro-
auce said : ‘Naw, only Dagoes pray. My
ad was an American.”
This was my last endeavor in that dereo-
tion of catohing his thoughts, Thereafter
he assumed toward me an attitude of re-
spectful contempt. That foolish and un-
considered question had undone me with
the possessor of lively gray eyes and the
nose of an aristocrat. And he never asked
me any mote problems in astronomy.
The San Pedro finally paid her last call
before going up the California coast and as
we left Mazatlan to cross the Gulf we
breathed the shrewder air of the ‘I'rades
with keen satisfaction. ‘‘Eight days more,’
said Twizzle, with a grunt. “Then home."
Pat, going by on an errand, caught his eye.
**Eigbt days more, son,” he said genially,
“‘and you'll be in America.”
Tue lad passed on aud Twizzle turned to
me. “‘D'ye know what that kid's saying
to himself?" I nodded and Twizzle took
off his cap with clumsy hesitation: *‘D'ye
koow,’’ he muttered in his beard, *‘I’d
give a lot to be remembered that way.’ A
little later, still bareheaded, he added,
“He'd have a good woman for a mother,
too.”” Then, as if heartily asbamed, he
jammed bis cap over his ears and scanned
the steamer, commenciog to stumble in the
hig swells that ran from Corrientes to Cape
San Lucas. “Hang it!” he growled,
‘those funnel-stays' aren’s going to hold
much longer. Like as not this rolling will
start ‘em to chafing. Must see to it."’
The next moroing it was very rough and
the San Pedio was under a slow hell.
Overhead the azure sky was flaked with
lofty, rushing clouds whose vast shadows
gave an angry color to the crested surges
where they fell. I+ was smars waather,
invigorating to men who had steamed for
months in the pestiferous ports of the low-
er coast. But I noticed that Twizzle seem-
ed 4 preoseupled. He would scratch his
head and look aft from the bridge with
perplexity written all over his face. After
mid-day he called the engineer up to the
bridge. ‘I'm bothered about the funnel,”
stays eo rotten.
to ago.
AE may
“Ugly sea to fix ber in,” was the ohiel’s
comment.
*“Is is,” assented the captain. ‘If I had
rest easy. But
a deceus sailor aboard, I’
these blasted bands in the fo’e’s’le—well,
I'd hate to risk any of their worthless lives,
If the fuonel-stay fetches away, over the
side with someone.”
*‘Is looks to me as if the sooner we got
“Fetch up a small cable and we'll fix it
now while it's time.
away from ue.”
boiler-house, Twizzle superintending, mak-
the top of the fannel.
this, and then from the loop bring down
new stays to the deck. The bard part was
to get the loop in place. It would bave
been simplicity iteelf if we had been sure
of the old stays. But they were rotten and
not to be trated.
“*Now,’’ said the captain, when all was
ready, “‘one of you men climb up there and
get it 10 Dosition over the collar.”’
A man stepped to a stay, swong up on it
and started to climb. Before he bad gone
ten feet the wire frayed, snapped the last
strand, and he fell to the deck. ‘Are they
as rotten as all that ?"’ exclaimed Twizzle.
“Take the alter-stay and try is again.’
The men hesitated. The top of the
swaying funnel was a good forty .feet from
the deck, thirty from the top of the boiler-
Bouse. The bioken end of the stay lashed
ornelly against the resonant cylinder at
every voll. Twizzle roared at them. A
couple moved forward and then stopped.
*‘Haven’s I got a single American seaman
on this ship ?'’ Twizzle yelled. ‘Are you
all alot of greasers 2° The flood of his
profanity fell amoug them futilely. They
were afraid. They stared up at the buge
stack and winced as it jerked and plunged
to the three remaining stays. A voice rose
above their murmured protests. It was a
Sin, vasal pipe, and it eaid: “I'll go,
sir.
“You I" was the bellowed response.
‘You can’t do the work. This needs
men."
“1 can do it,” was the determined re-
sponse. Pat stepped out in singlet and
overalls, ridiculously small. Twizzle hesi-
tated. The boy went on and eaught hold
of the leaping stay. The captain nodded.
**Up with you,” he said quickly, ‘*‘vou’re
the only map in the fo'v's’le. Anyway,
you're light and won’t break anything."
A moment later Pat’s meagre face was
tarned down upon us. “All right, sir,”
he called. Wesent up the loop and it was
gradually, by great exertions on the lad's
part, fitted around the buge barrel of the
foonel, Pat holding on desperately when
the steamer lay over angrily, as if to shake
him off. The job was nearly done. All
that remained wae to take up the slack of
the wire loop and bring down from it the
new stays. Two of them were already
bent and the ends in hand to make fast.
‘Stand clear I" bawled Twizzle to the boy
above us. “Don’t let the loopslip down
on you. Make fast there !"’
Just then the Ban Pedro rolled to lee-
ward with a larch. The weather-stays
cracked and parted and the funnel was
hrought np with a jerk in the loop. But
the breaking of the stays bad thrown Pat
against the round of the fuvbvel, and as he
hong there, the steel cable had slipped
down over his body.
For one instant we listened to hear some
ory. There was none. He hung in that
gigantic grip, his breast crushed agains
the iron barrel, his legs limply pendant,
his slender arms thrust against the oyliuder
ahove him. Weconld not see his face. At
the end of the instant, the steamer recover-
ed and as the funnel lurched back the
childish body dropped to the deck.
The bo's'n and I lifted Pat up and car-
ried him to the main bateh, where we laid
him. A moment later Twizzle and the
others eame from securing the funvel and
joined ns. “Is he dead?" asked a voice.
The ho's'n shook his head. ‘He is dying,”
I said, my finger on his pulse.
Without further sound we stood about
bim. The gray eyes were open upon us.
The hawk-like face bad lost none of its
p'gnancy. But on the little pigeon breast
were marks that rose and fell quickly. The
very wind and sea had withdrawn that we
might hear the rasp of bis last breathing.
As we watohed, the eyes grew full of plead-
ing and the childish face was turned, as
far as might be, to some noknown quarter,
in search of some nuknowa thing. Twizzle
stooped over him. ‘What is it, son?’’ he
asked hoarsely
The crushed cliest heaved, but ne words
passed the lips. The eyes still roved on
their quest. Suddenly the bo's'n straight-
ened ap. ‘Its the flag!” he said.
A sailor ran aft, tore down the Stars and
Stripes and came back holding it in front of
bim. We all looked at Pat's eves. They
rested on the flag. The sailor stepped
closer, holding it out at fall length, till
the hem of weatherworn bunting covered
the lad’s bare feet. As we stood there, a
faint flush reddened Pat's thin cheeks. He
tried to aice his head, failed, and closed
his eyes. When he opened them again,
we saw in them the vague shad-
ow of death, but they fixed them-
selves once more on the flag. His breast
heaved. His eagle nose grew suddenly
prominent. Hisgaze burned on the the
emblem. ‘My dad was—" His boyish
treble was hushed. From the sailor's
hande the flag slipped down, covering as it
softly billowed in its fall, the slender limbs,
the bruised body, and hawk-like counte-
ance of an American.--Bv John Fleming
Wilson, in Everybody's Magazine.
Personal Beauty,
If either man or woman would realize
the full power of personal beauty it
must be by cherishing noble thoughts
and hopes and purposes, by having
something to do and something to live
for that Is worthy of humanity and
which by expending the capacities of
the soul gives expansion and symmetry
to the body which contains it.—~Upham.
A Man of Action.
Hicks—There isn't a man in town
who can keep the conversational ball
roiling like our friend Gayrake. Wicks
—Nonsense! He never says anything
worth listening to. Hicks—No, but he
does a lot of things worth talking
about.—Philsdelphia Ledger.
He who feels contempt for any ly-
ing thing hath faculties that he hath
never used, and thought with him is in
its infancy.--Wordsworth.
Standing Room Only,
The Lawyer—So your wife has sued
you for a divorce, eh? Will she have
any standing in court? The Client—
I'm afraid so. From the nature of the
evidence she threatens to bring in there
won't be half enough seats to accom-
modate the crowd.—Chicago News.
DE ———
at it, the better for all hands," I .
“All right,” said Twizale with deomion. i
Mustn’t let it get |
| alwass goed. Of course, if the woman
Half an hour later we were on top of the | Old, with white hair, it i not so satisfac-
j lory. But the woman with brown hair
ing read to slip a loop of wire cable over | should wear a brown hat, and the woman
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
A DAILY THOUGHT.
Life ought tc be measured by thought and action
not by Time.— Lord Avebury.
CHOOSING A HAT.
The following advice is given by a we!l-
kuown fashionable milliner:
*1 have one rale for most women.
match the hat to the bair. The re<uit is
Our plan was to do | with red hair should wear a bat in dark |
| red tone, and 0 on, if you are going to
buy a bat, match your hair,
“The second best thing is to mateh the
| bat to the eyes. The woman with big
| brown eyes should wear a big brown hat. |
The girl with saucer blue eyes can wear a
| blue bat, and the girl with hazel eyes
| ought to cultivate bats that are hazel and
| light brown and yellow brown.
“That i« a splendid rule for any woman
to remember. Muteh the hat to the bair
or eyes,
PIGS IN BLANKETS,
For the lad who wishes to display bis
skill with the chafing dish, pigs in blank-
ets offer a fascinating study. Select rather
large oysters and lay them for ten minutes
in lemon juice, seasonend with aalt and
pepper then remove and wrap each little
“pig” in a very thin slice of bacon, fasten-
ing at the edges with a wooden toothpick.
Put a little buster (a teaspoonfal will do),
in a blazer of the chafing dish aod fry the
pigs until their bacon blankets are crisp.
Serve with brown bread cut thin or toasted,
or, if easier, with crackers.
A ball hour's sleep after dinner is, to
many women, worth two hours’ sleep in
the morning.
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The woman with an unduly large hand
should be careful to wear sleeves that are
long and wide at the wrist, no matter what
the vogue may be. The apparent size of
the cuff increases. That is why in the old
portraits of bishops their lordships always
seem to have small bavds. They wore
frilied cuffs of lage size.
A sick woman was advised to take pep-
sin. She did not like the remedy, soa
friend counseled her to eat pineapple in-
stead, assuring her that pineapple did con-
tain pepsin. That is not the case. Pine-
apples contain a very usefnl digestive prin-
ciple, known as bromelin: bus it is quite
distinet from pepsin. Juice of pineapple
may be tried when meat will not digess,
A person rescued from drowning should
be turned face downard with a cushion or
rolled coat under the stomach. The
tongue should he pulled forward to allow
the water to run out freely. This done
turn the patient on his back and exercise
the arms and legs freely, but not violent-
!y, and rub the body well. Two or three
hours are necessary sometimes to secure
animation. To excite respiration tickle
the throat with a feather.
It is a good thing to eat fresh fruit for
breakfast, and baked or stewed apples
generally agrees with the most delicate
digestion. Green or hall-ripe apples,
stewed and sweetened are always a good
summer dish, and raw apples are better
than many liver pills. Oranges are ex-
tremely wholesome as a rule,and tomatoes
are very heneficinl, hut the skins of the
latter should not he eaten. Less bacon
and more fruit during the hot weather isa
good rale, and the old saying, “An applea
day keeps the doctor away" has, like many
more old sayings, a good deal of common
fence and wisdom in its jingle.
The following conse of treatment will
work wonders, it is said, with.a wrinkled
throat and flabby chin if persisted in faish-
fully: First, wash the chin and throat in
hot water. Moisten the finger tips with
god cold cream, and starting with the lefs
hand under the right ear, draw it briskly
but firmly from ear to chin. Then take
the right hand and reprat the movement
from the left side. The pressure from ear
to chin should be light, buat the chin
pressure should be firm. Ten minutes of
this exercise should be followed hy a
douche of cold water, to which has been
added a little astringent fluid, either u toilet
water or tinoture of benzoin.
VEGETABLE SOUP,
Put two tablespoous of pearl barley to
boil in one quart of water; boil gently for
two bours. Add ove quart of good beef
stock and the following vegetables
cut very fine: One white tarmip, one
carrot,a half head of eelery,two onions and
a little cabbage. After boiling an hour and
a balf longer, add three potatoes cut fine
and season with salt and pepper. Then
cook an hour longer.
Don's bestow less care upon the teeth
than upon the complexion and bair.
Don’t brush across the teeth, but up and
down; the upper teeth from the gums
downward and the lower teeth from the
gums npward.
Don’t go to hed without brushing the
teeth, for it is at night that the acid of the
saliva gets in its work on the teeth.
Don’t let tartar accumulate ou the teeth,
for it hrings a whole train of evils in its
wake. Have it removed by a dentist at
least once a year.
Don’t use a tooth powder which contains
gritty acid or irritating substances.
Don’t fail to rinse the teeth thoroughly
with an alkaline wash after taking acids,
such as lemon juice, vinegar or strong
medicines. .
Don’t swallow food without mastication.
Modern cookery, by making mastication
almost unnecessary, is responsible for much
decay of the teeth,
Don’t use one side of the mouth only
when eating, for then the teeth have not
all the same amount of exercise, and decay
sets in more rapidly on one side than the
other.
Don’t erack nuts or bite threads with the
teeth.
Dou’t fail to ponder occasionally on
these facts: That
Without good teeth there cannot be
thorough mastication.
Without thorough mastication there can-
not be perfect digestion.
Without perfect digestion there cannot
be proper assimilation.
Wikbouy proper assimilation there can-
not be nutrition.
Without bputrition there cannot be
health.
Without bealth what is life worth?
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FARM NOTES.
—Clover is richer than grass in the maus-
ole formers ; for young animals it is the
better feed.
—There is no loss af any material that is
applied to the soil if the ground is well pre-
pared and ready for a crop, provided the
I | soil is not too porous.
| —The value of aoy kind of farm stock
| depends apon the progress made by each
(animal daring the first year of its life,
| whether purchased or nos,
| —The white-leaved and weeping lindens
| are regarded as excellent trees for lawns in
| this climate,as they are hardy, grow rapidly
(and are free [rom insect attacks, compared
| with some kinds,
{| ==The age of the animal has much i: ds
| with the gain, and, other things being
equal, n young, growing animal will make
a greater gain from a bushel of corn than
one near waturity,
—Markets exist in the small towns as
well ax in large cities. Farmers ship their
produce to cities when their nearest towns
may be buying from cities in order to sup-
ply the home demand.
—Onions should go in rich ground, hut
the most important work with growing
them i« to get them planted early and to
keep the ground clear of weeds at the be-
ginning. It is the quick start that makes
the onion erop large.
| —The location of hee hives during sum-
mer is importants. Bees do not work con-
tentedly in a hive that is exposed to the
sun. During midday, when the temperature
of the atmosphere is high, work within the
hive, such as comb building, must he sus-
pended, as the beat is then too great for
comfort, especially us the bodies of the lit-
tle workers also give off considerable
warmth,
—Do not miss having small patches of
sage, mint, thyme and other pot plants.
Parsley can be grown from seed the first
year. and will last two or more seasons, if
cared for. Spearmint will grow and in-
crease from a few plants, and will thrive
on a damp location. Sage, if once estab-
lished, will remain for years. Pot plants
take up but little room and can be made
ornamental ina garden.
—Plow the garden location deep, and
work it well with the harrow until the
ground is very fine. One-half the labor
will be saved il this is done, as the layin,
off of the rowe ani the covering of the Jus
can only be done well when the ground is
fine. For a small garden there is no tool
so serviceable as a steel hand rake, as it
can he used not only for making the soil
fine but also for destroying young weeds.
—When selecting peas for au early sup-
ply the dwarf varieties will be found most
suitable,as they do not have to make heavy
growth of vine before coming into bearing.
The more wrinkled the seed the better the
quality of the pea, though some of the
earliest peas are not wrinkled. The Cham-
pion is one of the best in quality, but is not
early, and is not as prolific as some varie-
ties. This is an excellent time for plans-
ing early peas, if the ground will permis.
—Where it is desired to thicken grass, or
increase the variety in lawns or door-yards,
much may be done by simply sowing seed.
The sprouting will be favored by the shade
of the grass, and the growth of the young
plants by a frequent clipping, so tbat by
late summer, or before a good scd will be
established. The principle is that cutting
prevents shadivg the young grass and sup-
plies it with sun and air, thus giving it an
equal chance with the old grass, if the
ground is rich enough, as it generally is in
lawns and dooryards,
—Nearly all apple trees are too high-
headed. The object of some planters and
early trainers weems to have been that it
would not do to let branches baug so low
that the largest horse could not plow or
cultivate close to them without injury.
| The consequence is that the stems mostly
[tun up seven or eight feet without a limb,
| and some of the fruit, exposed to winds, is
I blown off and spoiled for marketing. Keep
| the surface under the tree well mulohed,
aud this will suppress most of the grass
that would otherwise creep in. Many of
| the apples thus grown can be picked from
the ground, or hy low step-ladders set
under the trees,
—The most convincing proof of the im-
portauce of early baudling is shown by
breaking at the same time two horses of
equal age, one of which has been taught as
a foal to lead, whilst the other was taken
in hand for the first time in its life.
It will be found that the former is fit to
£0 into harness, when the other is still be-
1g lonvged. It is difficult to get a lessor
into a horse’s head, but,on the other hand,
it is impossible te get it out. In nine cases
out of ten it is timidity that causes the
youngster to rebel, and the patience of the
breaker is most highly taxed in allaying
and removing his unreasonable alarm.
This can only be done hy gentleness and
firmuess. Loss of patience and undeserved
punishment will only convert timidity into
vice. Punishment is, of course, necessary,
but it must be ivflioted at the moment the
fault is committed.
—In bulletin 46, just issued, J. H. Gris-
ale, central experiment farm, Ottawa, sum-
marizes the points to be noted in growing
alfalfa as follows :
1. Sow sufficient seed.
2. Sow good seed ; that is, germinable
seed.
3. Sow on well-prepared land in good
state of fertility.
4. Bowing without nurse crop over-
comes in some measure poverty of soil,
5. Proper ration of the right kigd
of seed bed oyu observance of diree-
tions for first year treatient are necessary
to secare a long series of remunerative
crops.
6. Before sowing be sure thata soffi-
ciency of plant food exists in the surface
soil to grow a good crop (40 bushels to
the acre) of oats.
—Winter eggs are far more profitable
than produced in the spring or sum-
mer. his is due to several reasons. One
is that there are fewer eggs produced in the
| winter and they are higher on that account.
Another factor is that eggs are more uni-
formiy good in the winter, and there is a
larger demand for them, especially in
A. aura and railroad fuutae.
e that travel more generally call for
eggs in the winter than in the summer.