Bellefonte, Pa., April, 13, 1906. —————————————————— A RETRIBUTIVE TRIP. 1 can’t see the necessity for it"’—stiffly —*l am quite capable of showing you Boe- ton. “Bat I wish to go on one of those ‘Do- ing-Boston’ Cars. Those signe are so fas- cinating. Seeing the sights—Tours of ,thauk you'’—this to an agent who presented her with a printed liss of the things to be seen. “‘Do look at this, Mr. Copant: 238 different places’’—she stared at him witb round eyes—‘‘all for fitty cents. If you haven't the change, I can lend it to you.” Mr. Conant frowned. “I have sufficient money,’ he said with increased stiffness. “Then run along and Set the tickets.” She accepted a further donation of pam- phlets and glanced inguiringly as her com- panion who bad not acted on her sugges- tion to run along. “Do you think you need all those ?”’ He indicated with much distaste her rapidly increasing store of printed matter. “I don’t suppose I shall need them all,”’ she explained, ‘‘but I can’t tell, you see, which ones I may find the most nsefal. I don’t mind carrying them,” with an im- plication which he did not take up. They stood in silence for a few minutes, while the crowd waiting for the car in- . The agents vied with each other is presenting Miss Ardwell with pictures pamphlets. ‘‘Boston is so interesting,’’ she said. ‘It was Joely of your mother to ask me to stay over, me only a summer-resort ac- quaintance.’’ “We do not look upon you in the light of a summer-resort acquaintance,’”’ with considerable meaning in his voice. “Oh, doesn’tshe ?'’ calmly changing the pronoun. ‘‘Well, that shows how uncom- monly liberal ehe is.”’ “Why uncommonly liberal?’ he in- quired in the tone of one ready to take up a oballenge. She opened one of her folders. ‘‘Let me see what comes first,”’ she said, with an irritating air of not having changed the subject. ‘‘Boston Common, Old South, Pablic Library’’—she ran her eyes rapidly down the list. ‘‘Residence of Mr. Trotter. Who was Mr. Trotter ?"’ “I don’t know, ’’ shortly. “And you said yon could show me Bos- ton !”’ She returned to the list. ‘‘Faneuil Hall, State House, Statue of Paul Revere, Y. M. C. A. Building.” Again she raised hfal eyes to his. ‘‘I might have m that,’”’ she said. She turned from him to survey the boy who stood at her el- bow. ‘‘How many views in your book ?"’ she inquired. ‘‘Does it contain the resi- dence of Mr. Trotter? Or the Y. M.C. A. building? Then I will not take it, thank you,” with regretful firmness. Mr. Conant looked down at the slim figuie in the tan dust-coat, and the stylish brown bat with its floating veil. “Of course yon ate just doing this,”’ he said, “bat what I would like to know is, why ?’ She wrinkled inquiring eyebrows over his lack of lucidity. “Just doing it?’ she murmured. He stood a moment eyeing her specula- tiveiy, while she turned her thoughtful at- tention to the selection of souvenir postal cards, “You bave a fountain pen, baven’s you ?"’ she inquired. “Yes,' said Mr. Conant; then, with the expression of one who gives it up, he plunged into the crowd. When he return- ed, bot and irritable, she was catechising another seller of views on the subject of Mr. Trotter's house. She greeted him with a resigned shake of the head : “‘Not one of them has it,” she told him. “I do wish I had brought my camera.” ‘It is the one thing lacking,’’ he said. “Yes, isn’t it ?"’ She followed with bliss. ful eyesas he strode throngh the crowd. “I should have liked a picture of you on the car.” “You are having an awlully good time all by yourself, aren’s you ?"’ be said, turn- ing to help her on. ‘“‘Bat I am not quite by mysell,”’ awi- ably. . k yon. Are you comfortable ?"’ “I should like to sit on the end, I think, if you don’t mind chavging.” “Not at all.” They made the exchange with some difficulty, and he fonnd himself wedged in next to a fat old lady who ear- ried as many hlets as Miss Ardwell, desig an um relia and a map of Boston. Y. nant’s expression k of the stoical. P Parton The car started. The guide swung bis megaphone into place and hegan to roar out his acourate statements and misstate- ments. Miss Ardwell sighed ecstatically. “Don’t you love h through a mega- phone ?"’ she said. ‘‘I do hope I sha’n’t miss avything.”” She bobbed her head from side to side in her anxiety. ‘‘Tablet to somebody on the right. E, | church on the left. What is it noted for ?"’ “I don’t know.”’ “Maybe Mr. Trotter attended service there.” *‘Maybe !I"’ Mr. Conant poked an elbow into the old lady, trying to dodge Miss Ardwell’s floating veil. “I’m afraid you aren't comfortable?” she said. “Oh, entirely 8o,’’ he rejoined. Buildings flew by on either hand. Peo- ple on the sidewalk surveyed the car with amused interest. People on the car clutoh- ed their hats and fixed their eyes on the white teeth at the eund of the e. “Richest street in the world,’’ Mary in awed tones. “Fancy that! I wonder if they leave the positive and com- parative degrees out of the Boston gram- war. They don’t need them. Everything that isn’t the Joldest is the largest or the richest, or the finest, but nearly everything Bicol. I am learning each a lot of Mr. Conant looked down at the brown bat. It silted a little and a pair of innocent blue eyes met bis. *‘I should thing you would try to help me,’”’ she murmured. “I don’t think you need any help,” he retorted. “I do,” she assured him. “I am so aware of my own lack since reaching Cam- bridge.” “Considering that we came down from the mountains only ay, you can’t have an overwhelming rense of your short. comings’ “Those things come like a revelation,” solemnly. She looked pensively down at her list. ‘It wae so good of your mother to send me with you ?"’ “You must find my conversation so light. In Chicago we don’t dwell moch on really important subjects.’ The quill in her hat grazed his chin as she bent eagerly to pe- rnse a tablet. ‘I never get one of them read through,” she grieved. ‘After this, 1am going to begin in the middle of every alternate one. In that way, I'll get some beginnings and some endings even if they don’s belong r.”” A youth with a red band on bis hat around and smiled at this, and Mr. Conant’s frown deepened. Mary was apparently uncon- soions of both. “That wasn’t the Y. M. C. A. building, was it?’ she murmured. “Ob! house his by a bullet during the battle of —what did he say ?"’ “Agincourt,” said Mr. Conant. “No, it was Lexington or Bunker Hill,” supplied the fat woman. *‘Oh, thank you !"”’ said Mary. She said it so cordially that the fat woman felt em- boldened to wheeze inquiries at Mr. Conant whenever she in turn failed to catch the m oned fact and fiction. Miss Ard- well did not trust herself to look up when this occurred. She kept her dancing eyes on her list, but whenever the fat woman, awed by the polite solemnity of the young man, rela into silence, Miss Ardwell leaned forward and gently encouraged her. “Finest stained glass window in the world,’’ announced the guide. “An!” murmured Mary. ‘I suppose Michelangelo—no—who did he say made it?” She appealed to Mr. Conant with her note hook in her lap and her pencil at ber lips. Pi don’t know.”’ The fat woman leaned forward across him. “It was some woman,’ she said anxiously, ‘‘but I didn’t catch the name.’ “Oh, it was a woman?’ said Mary. “Then it was either Betsy Ross or Mis. Jack Gardiner. Thank you.” She made an entry in her note book. The fat woman eyed her doubtfally. The young man with the red hat band turned around with another smile and the air of one who would fain offer Belp, bas observing Mr. Conant’s face refrained. The car whizzed th h unpleasant slums aod aristocratic suburbs. A bot wind blew dust and odors into their faces. The man behind the megaphone poured di- rections and information unceasingly into their tired ears. The fat woman was get- ting hopelessly at sea. The man with the gaudy hat band was looking less and less at the guide and more and more at Mary. “Memorial Hall, Cambridge,” bellowed the megaphone, ‘‘built in—"" “Dear me ! Where is he ?'’ fluttered the fat woman. ‘I thought we were in Dor- chester.” She held up her list to Mr. Co- pant, pointing with her fas, red forefinger. He found the place for her with grave en- durance. “If we get off here,’’ he said to Mary, “we can walk home. It is only a few squares.’’ Mary surreptitiously wiped the dust out of her eyes and re a sigh of relief. ‘As you like,” she said in the tone of one who knows what is due a host. ‘‘Weare not nearly through, of course. I should think it would hart his feelings to have le get off. It looks as if we did not ike it.” Mr. Conant stopped the oar with a grim face and descended. He helped Miss Ard- well down, and lifted his bat to the fas woman. “Oh, there's a tablet,” exclaimed Mary. “Who —"* “J don’t know whose it is,’’ said Mr. Conant; ‘‘this is the way.”” He spoke with much decision, and took her arm to help her across the street. “It may be somebrdy’s grandfather,” vaid Mary. John was ruminatively silent. “We might bave had a nice afternoon to- gether on the river,” he said presently. “Instead of which we had anice after- noon together on the oar,’’ brightly. “Of course I don’t for a moment believe that you wanted to travel around in that car for pleasure,’ sternly. “‘You are 80 quick,’ she murmured. “It was some sort of punishment for me,” he went on. She glanced at him with admiration. He gloomed a moment in silence. *‘I baven’s had a chance to say two words to you all day,’ he complained. Miss Ardwell was busy arranging ber pamphlets so that they would be less bar- Sebsue, a "ii **[ believe you did 18 on purpose, e continued. She shifted the pamphlets again. “Shall I carry them ?'’ ungraciounsly. “Ob, if youn please. They are getting so heavy.” She banded them over promptly. “What do you want to keep them for ?"’ “Why to remember a pleasant day,’’ her tone was one of surprise. They walked two shady blocks without farther words. Mr. Conant’s expression showed that he was not intending to try any further remarks. “Alter all,” said Mary, ‘‘you need not have made such a fuss about going. We did not meet Miss Winthrop or any of your friends.” “] was not thinking of meeting Miss Winthrop,’ be said. “No?” said Mary. ‘She is very de- lighttul.” Another long silence. ‘I was 80 interested in hearing yon talk of your grand fathers last evening.” He flushed : *‘] am sorry you were bored,” he said. ‘Esther is interested in genealogical sub- ects. : “Bored !"" protested Miss Ardwell. “I liked it of all things. I was going to tell her that my grandfather kept a frosery store in Elgin, but I did not ges op- portunity. After being frivolous all sum- mer it is a relief to get into a subject of rea! importance.”’ He flushed n. The habit was one of hie trials. Winthrop always tact- fully ignored it. Mary Ardwell always looked at him with an enjoying “Is is becoming,’ she bad assured him early in their acquaintance. “It makes you | such a nice boy.” Now they walked another block in si- lence. He was wrathfully trying to read the puzzle of Miss Ardwell’s mind. “You do not like Miss Winthrop,’ be said finally. “Like her?" said Mary. ‘Isat all the evening and admired ber in that Paris ® with a halo of grandfathers around “You do not like her,’’ he repeated as- sutely. “I can see that plainly.” “Yon are quite mistaken,” said Miss Ardwell : “I her very enjoyable. She 36 oe How you used to take her ecanoe- ug. ‘Yee, we were brought up together. I was so disappointed last By Poop take you as we had planned, but of course Mise Winthrop’s coming made it im ble.” He pause’, stong with a delayed but de- lightfal thonght. *‘Is that why—’' he began; and then he , and dropped the pamphlets over a stone wall into some- body's garden. “Don’t walk so fast, Mary,” he said. “You've paid your debt with interest. I haven't bad a chance all day to speak to yon. But now that I know why vou did ih ?? Mary flashed a denying glance at him, but he only langhed. Evidently his own perspicacity was a pleasant thought to Mr. Conant. “Never mind the reason,” he said. “Never mind the blush either. you lock such a nice girl. canoeing tonight?" Mary pulled a red leaf from the vine that bung over the wall. “Miss Winthrop spoke of coming over with a book for you: mother,’ she said. Mr. Conant shus his firm mouth. “It doesn’t make any difference,’’ he an- nounced, “if all Boston comes. Will you It makes Will you go ? Mary looked at her red leaf, and was silent. ‘““Won’t yon, Mary?" tone was anxions. “Why, yes,” said Mary, ‘‘if you want me to.” “It I want you to!” He laughed ous jubilantly. “But,” said Mary, demurely, ‘‘can’t three people go cavoeing ?”’ “Not tonight,” said Mr. Conant, decid- edly.—By Jeannette Cooper, iu the Me Clure's Magazine. This time the —Most of the profit hinges on the com fort of the cow, provided you have a good cow $0 start with, STAGECOACHING DAYS. An Old World Era With a Decided Flavor of Romance, The old coaching days, as far as con- venience for travel was concerned, were the dawn of the great days of our present rapid means of communication. The seventy years or so in which mail coaches waxed and flourished and finally died out before the incursion of railways and steam engines have a de- cided flavor of romance attached to them, and no doubt the coming and going of stagecoaches lent a certain amount of color and interest and life to the country places and towns through which ran the great main coaching roads. The Bath road, the Dover road, the York road were high- ways of communication along which rolled the heavy private coaches and chariots of the country magnates, and the stagecoaches with their steaming horses passed the various stopping places with the regularity of clock- work. These stagecoaches, with their com- plement of coachmen and guards, af- forded endless subjects of interest and {llustration to the artist and the liter- ary men of the day. Imagine Charles Dickens without stagecoaches and de- nuded of all his vivid descriptions of the scenes such as those in the yard of the White Hart inn, High street, Bor- ough, in “Pickwick,” er of the mall coach on the Dover road in “A Tale of Two Cities.” It is difficult for the pres- ent generation to realize the fatigue and the wintry cold of such long jour- neys, when frozen feet were enveloped in a little straw, and a “shawl” folded round the neck was thought to be a fit protection against the keen night air.— London Standard. THE PRIVATE WON. Rebuked His Superior Officer and Es- caped Court Martial. Charles Bradlaugh when In the Brit- ish army was orderly room clerk, and a newly arrived officer once entered the room where he was sitting at work and addressed to him some discourte- ous order. Private Bradlaugh took no notice. The order was repeated with an oath. Still no movement. Then it came again, with some foul words add- ed. The young soldier rose, drew him- self to his full height and, walking up to the officer, bade him leave the room or he would throw him out. He went accordingly, but in a few moments the grounding of muskets was heard out- side, the door opened and the colonel walked in, accompanied by the officer. It was clear that the private soldier had committed an act for which he might be court martialed, and as he said once, “I felt myself in a tight place.” The officer made his accusa- tion, and Private Bradlaugh was bid- den to explain. He asked that the of- ficer should state the exact words In which he had addressed him, and the other, who had, after all, a touch of honor in him, gave the offensive sen- tence word for word. Then Private Bradlaugh said, addressing the colo- nel, that the officer's memory must surely be at fault in the whole matter, as he could not have used language so unbecoming to an officer and a gen- tleman. The colonel turned to the of- ficer with the dry remark: “1 think Private Bradlaugh is right. There must be some mistake.” And he left the room. A Scotch Test. Auchtermuchty is the happy town which every Scot, proud of his unpro- nounceable tongue, uses as a shibbo- leth to test the linguistic skill of the southron. If you cannot say “Auchter- muchty” you are still an uneducated barbarian. The meaning of the word happens to be as monstrous as its sound. “The high ground of the wild not a name one would choose garden city. People, however, are to it as a summer re- bankrupt and was deprived of all its property except the jail and one or two other assets of an equally necessary character. It is now rich, peaceful and radical. Sunny People. The world delights In sunny people. The oid are hungering for love more than for bread. The air of joy Is very cheap, and if you can help the poor on with a garment of praise it will be bet- ter for them than blankets.—Henry Drummond. The Critical Period. Duffer—One is born every minute, you know. Puffer—Yes, but they're not listed till they get old enough to think they are not.—Indianapolis Star. ANCIENT WATER VILLAGES. Relie of Old Customs Prevailing In the “Spreewnld.” One of the most interesting regions in the “old fatherland” is the so called “Spreewald,” the forest of the Spree, situated not far from the German cap- ital, in the province of Brandenburg. Each village is a little Venice, every house a little island, and these islets are connected by bridges sufficiently raised to allow boats to pass under them. Most of the houses, with their barns and stables, rest on piles, and there is generally a strip of artificial terra firma either In front or at the rear of every building. By means of these land strips and of the bridges the slender land communication is kept throughout the district, but most of the business and amusement are carried on through the canals, which not only form the main highways, but penetrate and cross and recross the whole re- gion. It is on these lagoons that all traflic is conducted In boats during the period from spring when the last vestiges of frost and ice are disappear- ing until the end of autumn. You see the letter earrier shoot up and down the canals, performing his duties in his frail craft; the police glide leisurely along the banks, watching everything going on; peasants bring the products of their toil to the nearest towns; chil- dren go to and from school; young mothers, dressed In their Sunday clothes, are rowed to church, carrying in their arms a small, queer looking bundle from which two large eyes in a tiny face stare at the stranger In wonderment--baby is going to be bap- tized, an important moment with this strongly religious people.—Technical World Magazine. DREAM MYSTERY. The Events That May Be Crowded Into an Few Seconds. The duration of a dream Is so seldom accurately measured that a story pub- lished in the St. Louis Medical Record fs worth repeating. The writer, a doctor, was seized with an uncontrollable drowsiness during a call and was struggling to keep awake when he was asked by his companion, “How long may you stay in B.7" His enswer, which came promptly enough, was, “That depends on the Western Union,” aad, catching himself, he ex- plained that he was expecting a tele- gram. In fact, however, his answer re- lated to the facts of a dream which had been sandwiched between the two parts of the sentence. After hearing the words “How long” the doctor had dozed off, dreamed that after long and tedious experiments he had invented a wonderful apparatus for holding telegraph poles in a ver- tical position, had negotiated with the postal company for its sale, but unsuc- cessfully, and hag finally gone to the authorities of the other company. They, in the dream, told him they were considering a German invention for the same purpose, and the dreamer crossed the ocean to examine the rival device, returned, explained the differ- ences to the intending purchaser and was writing a reply when he woke In time to hear the end of his companion's question. The events of the dream had appar- ently consumed months, yet the actual time that elapsed was merely that re- quired for uttering about four short words. Precedent For “Governess.” Albert VII, archduke of Austria, married Isabella Clara Eugenie, in- fanta of Spain, who brought to him as dowry the sovereignty of the Low Coun- tries, etc. When Philip IV. of Spain ascended the throne in 1621 he took from his aunt the sovereignty of the Low Countries, but left her the title of governess. Her husband died soon’ aft- er, whereon she took the vell, though still retaining the reins of government. She died at Brussels in 1633, aged six- ty-six. Here there Is precedent for the use of the word governess when a lady holds the post.—London Notes and Queries. Paid For the Opinion, Shortly after Chief Justice Purley of the court of appeals of New Hamp- shire had retired from the bench and resumed the practice of his profession a man called on him to get his opinion in a certain matter. After stating his case clearly he said, “Well, judge, what do you think of my case?’ The judge promptly replied, “1 think you are a scoundrel.” “How much do I owe you for that opinion?” inquired the client. “Ten dollars,” demanded the judge. The fee was promptly paid. Rhodesia’s Largest Nugget. Weighing, 21.62 ounces, a gold nugget which measures five and a half inches in length and three inches in width was recently found near Bulawayo. It is believed to be the largest yet found in Rhodesia, and is now in the British South Africa company's museum at 2 London Wall buildings, E. C.—London The Woman of It. Mother (impatiently)—You have been very naughty today, Juanita. I shall have to tell your father when he comes home. Juanita (aged seven)—That's the woman of it! You never can keep anything to yourself! The Determining Factor, Helen — Sometimes 1 like waltzing and sometimes 1 do not. Ethel—It de- pends on yonr mood? Helen—It de- pends on my partner. — New York Press. Of all persecutions, that of calumny is the most intolerable.—Hazlitt. FUR AND ABOUT WOMEN. A DAILY THOUGHT. Be not simply good, but be good for some- thing. —Thoreau. Linen coat suits have taken a new lease on life, in the shape of pony jackets and st) les which border closely on the military. A length which comes just to the hips is particularly good, and is one of those styles bound to become popular, because, unlike many of our present styles, the difference hetween good and average figures is not so sharply defined. Linen suite, for that matter, are already being shown, some of them as plain little affairs ns auy last year showed; sowe of shem far aud away more elaborate than any dreamed of last year. Some of these elaborate ones are marvels of lace, just enongh linen used to held the motifs and insrriions together into a design, which, somehow, is part of the coat iwelf. The skirts to such jackets are lace trimmed, too, not to 80 extravagant ao extent, nat. wally, as are the jackets, but enough to make the whole suit of the same rich character. With the plainer suits, simpler blouses are best iu keeping—made of as fine stuff a+ you care toafford, bnt in goite simple styles, finishing, perhaps, in she soft littie stocks which fill out that V-shaped opening at the neck of your coat, or with the tarn- over collar and lingerie ties, Even in the plainer suits shown, elbow sleeves are in evidence, but for the more practical purposes long sleeves will he seen as well, The word bas gone forth, from the mys. terious quarter that emits such words, that hounets are going to be the right thing again. The horn of the bat has been ex- alted too long, and the turn of the toque for oblivion bas come. A correspondent writes: “Reading Giimm’s ‘Memoirs His- toriques’ this morning I met with the fol- lowing passage: ‘The latest fashion in bon- nets in bonvets a Ia debacle, a name sog- gested by whe recent overflow of the fe ne.’ **As you have hinted,”’ our correspond- ent goes on,‘ ‘the ladies of Primrose League have now very little that's affectual for them to do owing to the late political flood. Perhaps the revival of something in the way of the ahove sort of bonnet might be a congenial task.’ We imagine a confection in purpie straw for royalty, with a hunch of “his favorite flower.” And a bee inside. — FIRST COUSINS TO ‘‘WELSH RABBIT" As many of the informal social gather- ings end at the ‘‘chafing dish,” is keeps the housekeeper on the alert for new ideas. That time honored concoction, the ‘Welsh rarebis, is always acceptable, but can be very agreeably varied, by introducing to your friends the ‘‘first cousins’’ to that delectable dish, which are easily prepared and food to look upon with no forebodings of indigestion to follow. RAREBIT BOLTONESE. Pat into the chafing dish, directly over the flame, two pounds of dull cream cheese, cut up or broken with a fork into small pieces; allow it to melt slowly, and when nearly dissolved add a saltspoonful of fine salt and a dash of cayenne pepper. Have a half pint of rich cream whipped th h- Iv, fold it into the melted cheese, beating until light. Serve on disks of toasted hrown bread. RAREBIT IMPERIAL. Season a half pint of rich milk with a generous pinch of salt, an eqally generous oie of English mustard in a teaspooniul of wood meat sauce; put in chaflog dish and bring to boiling point, then add two pounds of fresh American cheese which bas heen cut up; when melted smooth add two well beaten egge, stirring until creamy. Serve n squares of hot buttered toast. CHEESE CRISP. Dissolve a piece of butter the size ofa walnut iv chafing dish, with three cups of rich cheese dry enough to be grated. When melted add a pinch of salt aud two tea- spoonfuls of tomato catsup. Serve on warned plates piled bigh with very hot and crisp Saratoga chips. Toasted thin crackers make a nice accompaniment te this dish. Alter a busy day spent in shopping or in wocial duties, when every nerve is tingling from the strain which exacting duties de- manded, do not attempt to go through an evening in this jaded state. Bathe the bands and face and sponge with some cooling toilet vinegar. Slip on a kimono and give yourself up to an hour of complete rest before dressing for dinner, if it is in any way possible. If you can catch a few moments of sleep during this resting period, all the better. The very aot of undressing will in itself be refreshing. The tired muscles and flesh, held in by close bands about the waist, will have a chance to relax, and this will prove won- derfully restful. CARE OF THE SHOES. Shoes that are only worn on the street should be removed as soon as the wearer reaches home, and pulled into shape while still warm. The use of laste in unused shoes is not to be recommended, as the shoe does not get properly aired inside, and ¢hould not need such attention unless they are wet. If the shoe is wet, it should he drawn into shape and dried, and then | Potato pa should be rubbed with a soft cloth dipped in a very little oil. wear off at one side.it should be built up at “se he ee io BR will re- sult in un even injurious pos- tures while standing or walking. If the shoe-bag is stitohed into separate compart- meuts for each shoe, they will retain their polish longer. Many shoes wear off at the outer side, and this, like the heel, should be attended to. If she shoe creaks, place them in a shallow vessel containing an ounce or more of neatsfoot oil, or of melted, but not hot, lard. Leave until the shoe-soles absorb the oil. It is much more economical to bave two pairs of shoes for alternate wear, than to make noe pair do duty all the time. Do not allow yourself to invest in cheap,or **hargain’’ shoes as a poor shoe ix an abom- ination, never fitting or feeling well on tha feet, and very soon showing its lack of quality. Is ie far more economical to buy one good pair, and take care of that, than to buy two cheap pairs and never bave any foctgear fit to wear. When the good shoe begins to “give out,’ it is economical to get it mended and keep the new pair for street or dress occasions, wearing the “‘gobbled’’ pair at home; thus always hav- ing the feet neatly shod. 1t the heel begins to | *BRS FARM NOTES. —A dairy cow should give milk forat least 300 days iv every 12 months. —Do not send the cows out into the pasture till the grass bas obtained a good start. —A pinch of salt after each feed will make the cows lick the maogers to the very corners. A moderate temperature in the cow stable promotes comfort, if not obtained at the expense of good air. ~The heifer baving ber first calf should be carefully handled, as it is as this time her habits of milking and feeding are es- tablished. —Many cows that are in good flesh now will come out in the spring se poor that they will have to »tand twice in oue place to make a shadow, all because of shortage of winter feed. —This is an excellent time to examine the garden seeds, especially peas, which are liable to attack by weevil. Pat the seeds in a box, pour on a spoonful or two of bi- sulphide of carbon, close the lid and in 15 minutes the pests will be destroyed and the seeds uninjured. Be careful not to have fire near, not even a lighted cigar. — An excellent lotion for a garden is an old strawberry patch plowed onder. Straw- herry beds are usually well manured and the leaves shade the soil in sommer, hence there is more or less increase in humus. The bed should be plowed under very ear- ly in the spring and the plot well covered with fine stable manure, which should be worked into the soil. —The early rye always shows itself soon after the weather begins to moderate in the spring, and some farmers usnally then be- gin to use it for pasturage. It is a mistake to use the rye too early, as it may cause scours. It is very laxative in its effects, heing watery, and a change from dry feed to young rye very early in the season may result in Joss of milk. ~The wheat crop deserves some consider- ation in early spring as well as in the fall. If wheat gete a good start in spring it will be of great advantage. If it comes up sick- ly or yellow, from unenitable weather, give the field an application of 50 pounds piirate of soda and 100 pounds of super- phiobliste. The soluble nitrate will show mmediate effect, and the crop will at once take a green tinge and grow rapidly. — When potatoes are cheap they may be cooked and fed with advantage to cattle, sheep and swine, not because the potatoes contain a large proportion of nutritious matter, for they do not, being mostly com- posed of water, but because, when fed in connection with corn and oats, ground, the potatoes promote digestion and increase the value of the gain, the combination giving better results than either food alone. DisposiTiONS OF Cows. —Cows differ as much in their dispositions es human be- ings. Any farmer thas has handled a large pumber of cows will have run across the stanbborn cow, the affectionate cow, the motherly cow, and even the bossy cow. Some of these qualities are good and some are bad. A man should try to eliminate the bad qualities and encourage the devel- opment of the good ones in the selection of the cows for the continuation of his herd. —A few years ago there was considerable enthusiasm regarding German carp. A pond covering one acre will, is is stated, hold 7000 carp to growing condition if they are fed. The carp will eat anything that a hog will consume, even corn, and will gain about three pounds annually until it reach- es 12 or 15 pounds. Belonging to the “sucker” family of fishes, the carp has not become popular in this country and proba. bly never will, as itis not very desirable compared with other varieties of fish. —Tobaoco, oranges and pineapples are now being grown under glass, or shelter, and those who have ventured into such work find that the method pays. More capital muss be invested, but a farm of two acres under glass will give a larger profit than an ordinary uncovered farm of a hun- dred acres or more. On a small area only the crops that sell at the highest prices are grown, and, while greater expense is in- curred, yet the crops pay. Garden crops are also receiving attention, and the future will witness hundreds of covered emall farms. —Worm That Eats Canada Thistle.— It is said that in some sections of the coun- tty there has appeared a worm which lives on the leaves of the Canada thistle, and thus threatens to exterminate this great weed pest, says Farmer's Guide. This new parasite is of the caterpiller type,about one and a balf inches long, and will no doubt be made welcome, as far as the far- mer is concerned. Surely, if ever a worm enemy will help to destroy this type of thistle, what a blessing to agriculture it would be. We may be sore thas the far- wer who is at all acquainted with the Canada thistle will do all in his power to encourage the working of this new species of worm. —As a departure from the usoal method of planting toes, Mr. J. J. Hartman, of Malvern, ., writes that the ground should be covered with fine manure early in time to be worked with disk and spring- tooth barrow, rye or oats then being seed- ed and left to grow until about six or eight inches high. The potato seed should then be dropped in every third farrow, the heel of plow used with jointer to turn the oats u . Two feet apart in the rows is close h to drop the seed. The next day level the ground with a spike tooth harrow. Mr. Hartman claims that if the teh is leveled with a weeder, after cultivating with a barrow, man bots and of insects will be destroyed, and thas he bas prevented attacks by potato bugs the past two seasons by cultivating the soil, no other remedy heivg necessary. —How to plant a tree is something that every farmer should know. As yet we see many farme in this western country that would be very much better off with more trees. In digging up a tree keep the spade ed, toward the trunk or ball of the tree. Th way does not injure the roots so bad- ly. Move as moch dirt with the tree as ible. Set a little deeper than it was ore, see that the roots are spread out even in the hole. Tramp the dirs firmly and put a liberal amount of straw around it for mulching. If the season is diy itis necessary to put a pail or two of water aronnd the root every evening. If the tree is tall it is advisable, says the Prairie Farmer, to drive or set somethiog of the post kind to tie it or the wind will spoil your tree. Many trees are killed the first season in this way. As for ontting Back the top, it depends on how much you have out off the roots, As the roots feed the top, a man must here use his own judgment. If a tree dies, don’t be discouraged, but try it again,
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