Bemorraic ace
Bellefonte, Pa., May i5, 1908.
THE PASSING OF THE FOREST.
As long as the forest shall live,
The streams shall flow onward, still singing
Sweet songs of the woodland, and bringing
The bright living waters that give
New life toall mortals who thirst,
But the races of men shall be cursed.
Yea, the hour of destruction shall come
To the children of men in that day
When the forest shall pass away ;
When the low woodland voices are dumb ;
And death's devastation and dearth
Shall be spread o'er the face of the earth,
Avenging the death of the wood,
The turbulent streams shall outpour
Their vials of wrath, and no more
Shall their banks hold back the high flood,
Which shall rush o'er the harvests of men ;
As swiftly receding again.
Lo! after the flood shall be dearth,
And the rain no longer shall fall
On the parching fields ; and a pall,
As of ashes, shall cover the earth ;
And dust-clouds shall darken the sky ;
And the deep water wells shall be dry.
And the rivers shall sink in the ground,
And every man cover his mouth
From the thickening dust, in that droath ;
Fierce famine shall come ; and no sound
Shall be borne on the desolate air
But a murmur of death and despair.
—Alexander Blair Thaw, in the Century,
THE CUP THAT RAN OVER.
The Belknay ladies lived in the smallest
~house in the village. The iocome, on
which they somehow contrive to support
an existence within the pale of gentility,
was correspandingly tiny. A etruggling
garden did ite bess to supply a fitful pro
getasion of small vegetables, and some aged
ens recalled memories of an industrious
youth by the production of occasional eggs.
As for rent, the sisters had paid none for
twenty years—since Doctor Raynor bad
taken up their inherited mortgage to pro-
teot his own place and had givgo them the
Jr use of she house where they had been
I doubt if either of them quite under:
stood this transaction, for one day Mies
Atalanta—and she alwags assumed the
privileges and responsibilities of the man
of the family, on account of her ‘‘excellent
head’? for business—aroused to exaspera-
tion point by the conduct of the Raynor
boys, had intercepted their small sister on
ber way back from sohool. She leaned
over the sagging gate and pointed a threat
ening finger at the little girl.
. “Susie,” said she, ‘‘you go right home
and tell your grandpa that if Willy aud
Tommy don’s stop throwing stones at our
clothes-line we’ll—move!”
Doctor Raynor luckily had a sense of
humor, and treated the matter seriously.
His note in reply, promising to restrain
the maranders and hoping that the dread
contingency might not arise, gave his
neighbors much satisfaction.
“Never beg from a man,’ counseled
Miss Atalanta defiantly, when she had read
it alond to Mies Serena, ‘‘but meet him on
equal grounds and threaten. Doctor Ray-
nor was frightened by wy message, von
see, and well he might be,” she concluded
comfortably, for I should have kept my
word!"
Miss Serena, sewing by the kitchen win-
dow after their early supper, rewarded her
with admiring apprehension. She wasa
timorous little creature, predestined to
domestic subservience, She had a passion
for agreement, and she lived in a sort of
affectionate fear of her sister ; such an emo-
tion a dove might fee! under the proteoting
wing of an intrinsically dangerous but
personally agreeable vulture.
“Yon are right, sister,”’ she assented.
‘‘quite right. Father always said tbat yon
bad a very clear mind.”
Miss Atalanta, emboldened hy the recol-
lection of his paternal appreciation, made
a [:esh attack on her subjeot.
“It isn’t those that bave had wen in
their family that know them hess,’”’ she
went on, a= she drew a rocking chair near-
er the stove, for the late afternoon was
chill, ‘“but women like me who haven't
bad them olose enongh so distract, bot
have looked on them fiom a distance and
seen them as they are. They have their
uses,”’ she interpolated with a sort of
relnotant maguanimity. ** "Twounldn’t he
suitable for me to deny thas with father's
memory before me; hut the way they've
ridden over us women from heathen times
down to this day of grace just riles me. It's
our fault, too—the woman's fault, 1 mean
—for not standing up to them. Thank
goodness, I'vestood up. No man cau ever
say I was his slave!”
Miss Serena's gaze sharpened at the word
and hung, fascinated. on her sister as
thoagh half-disappointed not to find the
corroborative evidence of a broken manaocle
or two.
“No, indeed, I should say not!"’ piped
she.
“I've dealt with them all in a down-
right way,” the other went on, ‘“‘and look
at what I've saved just this family fiom,
first and last! To begin with, Grandpa
Baloom. If I badn’s given him a talking
to and just kept at him wouldn’t he have
married that second wife of his long before
he did and left, as like as not, a whole
parcel of children to inherit the woodland
away from fathei?”’
“Yes, indeed, Atalanta, bus he did leave
a widow and she got the biggest hall.”
Mies Serena couldn’t see the truth float by
without a cluteh at it.
““That is not my fault,” retorted her
sister. “There were no children, anyway,
aod if he'd married earlier there’d been
more obance,’’ she added grimly, with the
look of a New England Herod in her eyes.
“That Mr. Peakes from out West that
wanted father should invest in the gold
mine—who talked to him? ‘Have you put
anything in it yourself?’ said I. ‘Not ex-
actly,’ said he.
‘Because I baven’t got the money!’ said be.
That showed him up for what he was and
the whole too!"
“But father didn’t bave any money,
either!” ventured Miss Serena in the in-
terest of fact.
“How foolish talk! If he had he'd
‘a’ put it in. He was that fascinated!”
Miss Atalanta retorted with emphasis as
she went on.
“And the minister from Barre whom
we'd about made up our ninds to call to
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our Lo t—whe found out about his hav-
ing doubts ca spiritual I'd like to
know! ‘Do you believe that Jonah abode
forty days in the whale’s belly?’ I asked
him once suddenlike, when he was off his
His answer didn’ ne, He
s
laken literal. ‘It had literary value,’ he
said. I lefs the room, I tell you, then and
there. I was disgusted, bus I didn’t keep
silent! This quibbling with words—‘liter-
al’ and ‘literary’—I don’t stand for. Did
be get the call? No!”
*“You are quite right, sister, but he'd
" | had that call vo Suffield firsf, you remem-
ber.”
“That don’t make one mite of difference,
Serena,” Miss Atalanta interrupted. “If I
hadn't shown him up he wouldn't bave
had it!”
As this intricate arraignment of man’s
nnworthines« narrowed to individuals, the
gentle stitcher by the window grew uneasy.
She “trove in vain tn change the subject.
A feather mighs as well have tried to stay
the course of a mountain brook.
“It’s a new moon te-night, isn’s is, sis.
ter?’ she inquired alluringly.
“1 don’s know,.and I ain't talking about
moons.” The feather floated down the
stream. ‘I was speaking of men, and
what I done to save my family from them.
Why, Serena Belknap, you ought not to
talk! Yoo'd ought to godown on your
bended knees and thank me everv day of
your life for what I did for you—1""
The expected bad happened. Misa
Serena paled. Habit and inclination clash-
ed, and each ounded in her answer.
“Yes, indeed, sister, I know vou acted
for the best, hat—please don't—!""
Miss Atalanta gave no heed. ‘‘Heaven
knows where you'd have heen today,”
‘she went on, “if I bhadn’t been
guided to your aid—filling the grave of a
dronkard’s wife, most likely. I oan see
Stephen Waterbury as he stood hefore me.
‘Have you signed the pledge?’ said I ‘No,’
«aid he. ‘Will youn promise me now never
to touch liquor again?’ ‘No,’ said be.
“Then you sba’n’t have my sister,” says I.
“That lies with her,” says he. I must say
he was ou of the moss obstinate men I ever
knew. [faced bim then and I says to
him very solemnly: ‘This is a temperance
amily, Stephen Waterbury, root and
branch. Our principles form oar characters;
we have all heen honored in the great
work. Father is Grand Templar of the
Lodge, mother is Vice-Regens of the Cold
Water Grange, I am the Assistant Treas-
urer of the Well-spring, aud Serena her-
self is Scribe of the Daughters of Comfort.
She’s hound by her oath, too. The lips of
no man who has tasted liquor can ever
touch hers.’ He laughed and turned on
his heel,Berena—yes. laughed! 1 shall never
forget is. But I saw yon first and my
words moved you. You sent him away
and your soul was saved.”
She looked up suddenly on a olosing
door. Serena had leit the room.
Outside in the September twilight hung
a pale oresornt moon, and the meadows,
near the river, rang with crickets, as Miss
Serena's little, hent figure spread across the
garden. It was no real emotion that ber
sister's tirade had awakened, just the
ghost of one that sometimes flattered down
the long path of years.
Already the impression had waned in the
delicions physical effect of the cool air and
the exhiliarating sense of personal freedom
which brought with it an impulse of dar-
ing as strong as it was npaccustomed. Her
situation took on the dignity of opportuni.
ty, a score of treasured day-dreams seemed
clamoring for accomplishment; she hesi-
tated at the magnitude of she choice.
Should ehe go to the dootor’s and talk
with Mrs. Raynor on those intimate topics
which her sister's inevitable presence al-
ways forbade? Shonld she wander alone
on the river-hauk, as she had nes done for
vears, free for the once from Atalanta’s
disapproval of it as a “damp place?’ Or
should she slip acrose to the railway-station
and watoh the evening express dart by,
from one unknown land to another, like a
fiery arrow ?
She dismissed the first plan as tame, the
second, trath to tell, seemed a bit {eariome
even to ber unfettered fancy, and the lass,
she desided, was« too conspicnons hecanse of
the presence at the station of most of the
idle wale population of the viliage. In-
eed, they all lacked the appeal of she on-
usual.
But, as Miss Serena stopped, with her
hand on the gate, a new dea discovered it-
velf—so suddenly, so overwhelmingly that,
heretical as it wae, she yielded to is
charm withont hesitation. Yes, this was
he opportunity to call on Mrs. Luella
ull.
This lady of lingual name was a new-
comer in Mayfield, unknown, unheralded
and rather unwelcome. She accompanied
the fortunes of a rongh lovkiug son, Luoci-
us, who had opened a livery-stable in she
village, a calling held to he in itself of a
rather inelegaut nature. Lucius consorted
wholly with horses, but his mother bad
made many futile attempts to be friendly
with her neighbors. She was a ‘‘pleasant-
seeming woman,” people said, but her
manuers were $00 easy, measured by May-
field standards, and too lacking in that dig-
nity which is content to wait and be
sought,
She bad stopped at the Belknaps' house
—the two sisters mounting guard on either
vide of the front door—adwmired their
dahlias, and asked them to call. Atalanta
ignored the invitation, but, secretly, Sere-
na was pleased. She envied the stranger's
ease and cordiality. She would like to go
to see her! The idea had slumbered for
days, and now awoke suddenly, as a sort of
roundabout protest to Atalanta’s treatment
of her. Poor Miss Serena's mental pro-
cesses were not exaotly logical, you see!
She rearranged into decent tolde the
“‘rigolette’’ which she bad thrown hurried
ly over her gray curls as she ran, and a few
minutes later tapped daintily on Mrs.
Lull’s side door.
“Come right in!" called a loud and
pleasant voice from bebind it.
Miss Serena’s eyes sank in shame before
the cluttered condition of that kitchen !
They had never viewed such disorder—in
the evening, too! On tables and chairs—
even on an ironing-board in the corner—
stood every pot, pan, kettle and vessel that
the house could muster. Into one of them
Mrs. Lull was soraleg a foaming amber
fluid trom a big cracked pitcher.
She was stout, red-ocheeked and black-
eyed, with a mouth that opened widely back
over a dazzling set of store-teeth.
dress was pinned somewhat high about her
hips, and she wore a pair of loose carpet | git
slippers. She put down the pitcher and
i Jw at Tides ed
eaw her visitor.
us said like as not I'd get caugh
so late. Take that ME
the tureen. Well, I don’t wonder you're
mystified,” she the
answered unspoken
qhestion “You see, I'm Qoing 8 listle oi-
er-making on my own acooun
Mies Serena murmured ‘‘Ah, indeed I’
in that tone of polite indifference consid-
ered so ladylike in Mayfield’s best circles,
ae she removed ber head-covering quickly
to avoid Mrs. Lull’e damp advanoee.
“Yes, I tell ’em shat I ain’t nothing
more than an , you know, bu
there was considerable many apples laying
round just rottin’ under the trees and the
idea come to me to try my band. Lucius
he rigged me up a kind of a press and here
Ibe! You eee I didn’t caloulate on mak-
ing such a lot, and there ain’t near enough
things to hold is. I declare I'm most
flooded with apple-juice !"
Meanwhile, she busied herself with her
labors. ‘We can visit just as well while T
work,’ she suggested. ‘'I sha’n’t make no
company of you.”
She talked continually, Now ber voice
rang near and distines as she hovered over
ber guest, now it came dim and muffled
from behind the buastery-door or echoed
faintly from the remoteness of the wood-
shed. The theme she had selected was her
healsh, which seemed, somehow, to belie
her appearance.
To Serena, balanced on an abnormally
high chair and vainly trying to touch the
ic fragments were at once troublesome and
fascinating. Whenever her hostess flew
into temporary view. she interpolated gent-
ly her own well-bred phrases,
“Sorelv, Mrs. Lull,” ‘It is quite as yon
sav, or “Yes, indeed, I agree with yon.”
Underneath she was thinking rather un-
comfortably : ‘“This is a strange woman !
1 suppose I ought to go back, hut somehow
she is so different thas I like her !”’
An involuntary motion on the part of
the guest to prevent herself from slipping
to the floor seemed to call Mrs. Lull’s at-
tention to an omission of hospitality which
she proceeded to sapply.
“Hear me ran on, Miss Belknap !
ain't asked you to have a taste! Cider's
mighty ~—some like it fresh and some
like it sharp: bus it’s always beartening.
Let me find you a glass. You don’t care
for any? Oh, yon’d better; "twon’t hurt
you a mite. What d’yon say ? Inloxical:
ing? Well, I've got to laugh! Not a bit
of it—honest—why it's only juice just like
as you find it around an—apple-pie 1"
At the mention of this innocent dainty
Miss Serena's fluttering conscience lulled to
sleep every soruple.
“Well, I don’t care if I do, since you are
so kind. Just a little, please.’
Mrs. Lull, after a vague survey of the
scene, had disappeared into the bedroom
beyond. She emerged with a glass in ber
hand.
*‘I knowed I had a tnmbler just a min-
ute before you came, bus I couldn’s think
where I'd set it. This ain't is, bat "twill
do just as well. It beats all how things
get out of the way when you want em.”
She grasped the tureen firmly and poured
from it, lavishly, into a glass. The amber
lignid bubbled pleasantly to the brim.
Alas | she did nos notice that it met a li-
quid already there of a similar color, in-
deed, but of a nature totally at variance,
It wae a habit of Lucius Lull’s to open
the day with a libation, On this particn-
lar morning, in the very act of offering it to
himself from a thick bottle thas lived be-
hind she door, his band aud attention bad
been arrested by the news, suddenly
brought him, of an accident to one of his
best horses. He hurried to the stable,
leaving the draft incomplete, though with
habitual secrecy he replaced the bottle in
its hiding-place.
And 80, by a train of circumstances re-
mote yet remorseless, it was a mixture of
cider and whiskey thas the hand of Miss
Serena, with ite delicately orooked little
finger, held admiringly to she light.
She knew that Atalanta would disap.
prove of cider. She knew that the Daugh-
sers of Corufors classed all beverages that
came not from the well as ‘wine that was
red,” offered by Pleasure, in ‘‘temp:iog
beakers.’’ She pinned no especial faith, in-
deed, to Mrs. Lull's assurances of its inno:
cence. This was worst of all. A delicious
nonchalance supported her. She simply
wanted to drink it, and she didn't care! —
Into her mild blue eyes stole a new
lighs, as something she had once read in a
book unseen of Atalanta occurred to her.
She raised her glass slightly and smiled
across it at Mrs. Lull.
“My regards,” said she.
That lady pledged hers heartily from the
edge of the tareen.
It was 80 easy to talk to Mre. Lull. She
told her all about she dispute over Grand-
pe Balcom's will and whas people said of
bis widow. She confided her success in
making a winter bonnet ons of the silk of a
broken umbrella thas she found near the
station after the gale last year, and she de.
soribed trinmphantly the process shrough
which Mrs. Raynor’s undergarments could
be made to fit Atalanta hy the insertion of
a V-shaped piece in the back. It was all
delightfully friendly and intimate. Mrs.
Lull was such a pleasant woman—she bad
never been so drawn to any one.
Sometimes, indeed, she felt like patting
her affectionately, but she never stayed in
one place long enough to he tonched. It
was very strange—such queer places as she
was standing by the table and then she was
in the sink, and when she looked toward
the clock Mrs. Lull was sitting on it! Or
were there two clocks?
Yes, she was very different from any-
body she had known. A sudden compari-
son of characteristics wheeled the figure of
ber sister into the range of her mental
vision. Poor Atalanta, somehow it seem-
ed a long time since she bad seen herand
perhaps she had treated her shabbily. She
must go back at once and ask her pardon
—yes, at once!
There was the door, and, for a wonder,
no Mrs. Lall was in front of it. This was
her chance. She must harry and beg Ata-
lanta to forgive her. She would forgive
Atalanta, too Forgiveness was so sweos
and so Christian. You couldn’t have too
much of it.
The wish brought her to her feet.
“‘Good-by, Mrs. Lull, good-by. I've had
a beautiful time.”
She walked carefully and with diguity,
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through the darkness. Tabby lay in her
mistress’ lap, purring sociably. Miss Ara-
lanta’s eyes closed in a comfortable realiza-
tion of contens, though ber needles clicked
incisively over the heel of a thick gray
ng.
Suddenly a sound, moflled, remote,
broke through her musing. She straighs-
ened in ber chair and pulled ber spectacies
to her nose. It was repeated, this time a
Jittle nearer, unusual in kind, unaccount-
able in place—a heavy, dragging sound thas
alarmed ber.
Miss Asalanta’s mouth grew firm aud
gave authority to the tone that came from
it.
“Who's in that summer kitchen ?'"’ she
asked with iropressive directness, ‘Speak
up, whoever's there !"’
There was no response, but strange, un-
even footsteps ) rew nearer. Then came a
pause. Miss / talanta rose to ber feet. She
held the poker in her hand and kept her
eyes on the door.
The latch rose feebly, failed to catch and
as feehly fell. Miss Aralanta’s grasp tight.
ened on her weapon. She raised is threat- |
fogly.
**Speak op,’’ she commanded. ‘whoever
A happy suugestion aided her!
you are!”
as she realized that she was armed. “If
you’ve any husioess here, sir, speak out or
I'll—shoot 1"
An if in ancwer the latch clicked again.
This time it caoghs, and the door flew
hack against the wall with a crash. Framed
in she opeving stood Miss Serena. Her
oheeks were flushed and on her lips iat a
smile of jineflable content.
The poker struck the floor as Miss Ata-
lanta raised her hande ic sorprive. “‘ls it
yon, Serena?’’ she cried. *'Yon!'’ Then, as
she came nearer her voice fell. ‘‘For the
Lord’s sake, what's the matter of you?"
she whispered hoarsely.
Serena's tone was confident, her words
came in answer facile bus thick. *‘Yes, it's
I, wister. It'sreally I. I've just been over
to Mre, Lull’s for a minute, and there's
nothing the matter with me—only—I'd
think I was dying if [ didn’t know I was
t—
The sentence was never finished. A sud.
denly comprehension stirred Atalanta to
action. With a desperate quickness she
pulled down the shades, glancing fortively
outside and hoping that it might not be too
late. Then she thrust the little figure,
protesting but pliable, into the rocking:
obair.
“‘My dear, dear sister,”’ came [rom its
depthe, ‘I forgive yonand I've bad—a—
beautifol —time—'
Mies Atalanta paid no attention. She
stood grimly by the secretary in the corner.
From its place heside the dictionary she
bad taken a book. It wae *‘Doctor John-
sou’s family Physician; A Handy Volume
of One Hundred Remedies and Antidotes.”
She held it open in her left band, and
ber eyes followed her right forefinger as it
moved down the list of D’s.—By Johnson
Morton, in Adinslee's.
Sons of Veterans Encampment.
The 28th annual encampment of the
Pennsylvania Division of the Sons of Vet-
erans, U. 8. A., will be held at Williams-
port during the week, beginning June 8th,
1908. It will be an affair of far more than
ordinary import, since preparations are be-
ing made to have this the largess and moss | ¥
imposing encampment ever held by this
meritorious organization.
The camp will open on Sunday, June
7th, at 2 p. m. with religions services, oon-
ducted by Chaplain Kelley, Camp No. 44,
of Williamsport.
SHAM BATTLE ON TUESDAY.
Tuesday alternoon she sham bastle takes
place, in which several thousand of the
eserves will participate, as well as the
four companies of N. G. P., located at
Williamsport. Twenty thousand rounds
of shells will be fired off in this battle.
PARADE ON THURSDAY.
Tharsday afternoon, at 2 o’clook, the
monster parade will start and the route
covers all the principal streets of she city.
Five hondred tents will he pitched on the
camp grounds for the use of the Sons of
Veterans. Besides the numerous bands
there will be at least 3,000 men and 150
horses in the line of parade, which will
make it a spectacle worth seeing, equal to
she sham hattle on Taesday afternoon.
CIVIC BRANCH CONVENTION.
The Civic branch of the organization
will be in session all day Wednesday,
Thursday forenoon, as well as pars of Fri-
day. The various local committees are
highly enthusiastic in their efforts to make
this the grandest affair ever seen in Wil-
liamsport, and all indications point to the
fact that they will be higbly sucocessfol.
From what has been learned so far there
will be from 30 000 to 40,000 visitors in
Willia rt on each of the sham battle
and parade days. .
PLENTY OF PLEASURE.
Automobile rides over the Grampian
Hills and along the level expanse for miles
in and out about the city ; grand military
balls ; steam hoat rides on the beautiful
Susquehanna between Williamsport avd
Sylvan Dell Park, five miles east of Wil.
linmsport, as well as between the city and
Nippeno Park, twelve miles west of Wil
liameport, aud many other amusements are
on the week’s program.
ONE OF THE GRANDEST SITES.
The site chosen for the camp adjoins one
of the handsomess sections of Will t
and will be complete in all its ns-
ments. The grounds are admirably located
on a beautiful, level expanse ; bordered on
the west by the golf links of tlie Country
Club, Athletio Park, where the Tri-State
ball games will be played every day of the
chums}, adjoins the eastern side of
grou Immediately to the north lies
the beautiful park summer theatre and
dancing pavilion, known as Valliamont,
while directly south of the camp lies the
grounds, as level asa . Ad-
¢ to the northwestern cornerol the
camp is a large grove of shade trees.
ET
SPRING HEART.
I'll wear a cloak of sunshine,
A hat of fleecy sky,
And not a child in all the world
Shall be sogay as 1!
A searf of scented breeses,
Green grass upon my feet ;
I'll dance and sing like anything,
The world is all so sweet !
I'll fill my heart with springtime—
I'll fill ny pockets, too,
80 it shal! last me ail the ) ear,
And I'll give some to you!
—Abbie Farwell Brown,
April Batter Scoring Contest.
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| The butter entered in the first eduvea
| tioual securing contest of 1908 at The Peun-
| sylvavia Stare College show= a decided
improvements over that of lase year. The
packages presented a good app aravee, ex-
cept 1 one or two Cases where the liners
lapped too much and the package otherwise
| showed a lack of nearness.
Twenty-two tubs were entered. The
scoring was done by P. H. Keffer, of New
York, and the moi<ture determivation by
C. W. Lamson. The four highest scores
being : James Dean, Towanda, score 94 ;
Austin Leonard & Sou, Troy, (dairy bus
ter) ; L H. Cooley, Burlington, and W.
D. Maishall, Lyudell, score 83, 0. D.
Mott, ihenshurg, (creamery butter) tied
with a score of 93 The average percent of
moisture in all the batter was 12.57. Two
lots had between 10 and 11 per cens. moist.
ure ; four had 11 to 12 per cent. ; five bad
12 to 13 per cent. ; four 13 to 14 per cent. ;
and four 14 vo 15 per cent.
The most common fanlts were old milk
and cream whieh is not the buitermakers
fault unless he accepts that which should
have heen sent home. The warm weather
has come and the farmers are still using
winter methods. Each buttermaker should
insist that his patrons cool their milk and
cream and otherwise take better care of
their product. A wet blanket thrown over
the cans when the farmer leaves home will
he very helplal in bringing sweet milk
during the hot morning.
Two ol the samples of butter had a de-
cided batter color flavor. The difficulty,
however, is frequently not due to the kind
of brand of color, but rather to the
amount used. In most cases, where this
trouble exists, less color would give suffi-
cient color and the flavoring would not be
noticeable.
Several samples, although not seriously
defective in body, still showed improper
methods. Sowe were soft and lacked the
proper grain, due in most cases to the high
churning temperatures. Although the
weather is warm and the cattle are on past-
ure some buttermakers are still churning
at the same temperature that they did
during the winter months. A few lots
were a trifle leaky, a sondition which
could have been overcome by using wash
water more nearly the temperature of the
butter-milk as it was drawn off. The
entry blanks show that in some cases the
wash water used was five or six degrees
colder than the butter-milk when drawn
off. The ohurning temperature and aleo
the temperature of the wash water should
be carefully watched at this season of the
ear.
Two of the contestants were unfortunate
enough to be troubled with garlic flavor,
This ie one of the most serions difficulties
some of the bustermakers have confronting
them, aud often one or two patrons are
causing all the trouble. When the milk
comes in cold it cannot he detected, hut if
the huttermaker will take a smail sample
of the milk from the different patrons and
pat it in a warm place for a few hours the
odor will disappear. The patrons cansing
the tronhle can then he instrnoted to avoid
the infested pastures.
This years contest start« with increased
interest. The Judges scoie and comments
together with the Departments suggestions
and report of moistur+ have heen sent to
each exhibitor. Those wishing to enter
the Educational Contest should write H.
E. Vao Norman, State Colleg?, Pa., for
tubs and entry blanks
The following is a list'of the exhibitors
having a score of 90 or ahove :
Callahan, E. E. Wellsboro, .....ccuen ns “1
Cooley . Burlington,.. ]
Dean, James
Gabler & Son, B. F.
Hawthorne, 1. G. Monroeton,...
Leonard & Son, Austin, Troy,.......
Marshall, W. D. Lyndell,
Matthews, A ew Parl
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There's a story of a despondent Sultan
of Turkey whose seers told him be could
be oured if he would wear the shirts of a
perfectly happy man. His envoys searched
the world for the happy man, and found
him at last in Ireland. But when they
seized on him to get his shirt, he was shirs
less. His happiness was caused by peifect
health. All happiness has its basis in
health. People who ‘‘feel blue,’”’ who are
discouraged and despondens will find their
apirits rise and their courage come back
cal Discovery. It removes the clogging
impurities from the blood, strengthens
the stomach and cures diseases of the
organs of digestion and nutrition so that
the body becomes healthy through an in-
creased supply of pure blood and perfect
nourishment.
— Recently at the Iowa Experiment Sta-
tion 20 pigs were fed for a time on suber-
culosis cows’ milk thas had not been pe
teurized, and 20 others were fed on tu
oulosis milk that had been pasteurized.
The 20 fed on the raw tuberculons
milk all died of suberculosis, and two of
the other died with the same disease.
That showed that pasteurizing the milk
gave 80 per cent. of protection.
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A mouth to be perfect should be large
and shapely ; she corners straiith or very
slighty inclined to droop, lips neither
thick nor shin, and firmly bat closely
.
— Pa, what is a philosopher?"
“A philosopher, Tommy, is a man who
doesn’t worry any about financial strin-
genoies, because he never has any money.”
~——You mighs as well expeot one wave
of the sea $0 be precisely the same as the
next wave of the sea as 10 expeot that there
would be no change of circumstances.
Te papas of i Ho
man u
es Ta a of op
with she use of Dr. Fierce's Golden Medi- | P
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN,
DAILY THOUGHT.
Somebody did a golden deed ;
Somebody proved a friend in need.
Somebody sang a beautiful song :
Somebody smiled the whole day long ;
Somebody thought, "Tis sweet to live ;"
somebody said, “I'm giad to give ;"
Somebody fought a valinat fight ;
Somebody lived to shield the right :
Was that somebody you ?
~ New Theology Magazine,
An excellent home made emollient for
the haods is thas of glycerine jelly, scented
either with orris roof, 80 as to give ita
violes perfume, or with a few drops of attar
of roses.
Whan making calves. foot jelly for cul-
inary purposes, ball a cupful of the jelly
should he set aside al:er it has been well
skimmed and straived. This should be
slowly melted in a cap, standing in a sauce-
pan of hoiling water, and when liquified,
half she quantity of pure glycerine stirred
in, the whole being worked with a spoon
until thoroughly amalgamated. The per-
fume should be added aud the jelly poured
into a pot, a small amount only being
necessary at a time.
Where the bavds are concerned, oatmeal
powder should invariably be added to the
water in which they are washed, while
diluted glycerine in some form or another
should be rubbed in after the ekin has been
well dried.
Sweet almond oil is well known asa
cure for bristle pails. In case, however,
when the nails do not grow naturally in a
good shape, their form can be much im-
proved hy first rendering them pliable by
holding them in a little of the oil for a
few minotes, after which gently moulding
with the fingers, and attention at the base
of the pail with a manicure stick should
result in a noticeable improvement in their
shape.
A out lemon, kept on the wash
stand is always useful for cleansing the
finger-tips, and is much better for the
nails than a brush. The lemon should be
rubbed over the fingers, the juice at the
same time softening the skin at the sips.
A real Leghorn hat is a possession which
repays renewal for several years, and
whether it has been much in use during
the preceding snmmer or has been worn
oo only a few occasions, it will certainly
require doing up beforeitis fisto trim
once more.
A mixtare of lemon jnice and sulphur is
the stand-by of the professional milliner,
who finds that exposure in the window or
even op the stands in her showrooms is
quite sufficient to turn the onter surface a
deeper color than the inner side of the
brim.
Equal parts of sulphur water and lemon
juioe should he mixed together in a saucer,
and a solt rag, first dipped in it and then
rubbed over the strav;. A perfectly clean
and flat surface, such as thas of a deal
table, should be used for the operation, so
that no danger is run of causing the brim
to cockle np. A etiff brush should then be
ueed to ineare that the bleach penetrates to
the interstices of the fine plait, after which
the brim of the hat should be covered with
a few sheets of clean notepaper and pressed
under weights until perfectly dry.
The time is coming for hahies to wear
their summer bonnets, and the moss
serviceable are those made of tucked cam-
prio. The making of the<e honnets is very
simple, hut soft material should he chosen,
#0 that is will not irritate the baby’s skin,
The little frill around the face must, of
course, be soft, to form a fining lame,
and this is usually made of a net roching
or a bit of chiffon. [Ir may he basted in
the cap, so that when she cambiie part goes
to the wash the frill may be 1ewmoved for,
unless it is strong white ner, it will not
stand soap and water. Sometimes, too, for
summer honnets, a little wreath of rose-
bods is very attractive just above the frill,
and shen the two rosettes at the side, over
the ears, which are made of cambrio edged
with lace or of white ribbon, inoclose
among their folds some tiny buds.
For a boy it is alwave more difficult to
rovide a suitable bonnet, for these berib-
med and flowered affairs seem inappro-
priate to the chubby youngsters—eo for
them, if the weather is warm enough a
pique hat may be provided. Great care
muss be taken about this detail, however,
for in winter the bahy’s cap keeps his head
warm, 80 itis not advisable to suddenly
take off the cozy cape and replace them by
hats which only protect the top of the head
from the sun. These pique hats are made
with a brim five inches broad. This is
made hy sewing together two pieces of
pique, with one layer of linen between,
stitching it together on the machine cut-
ting ous a circle for the head and stitching
again. A row of hattons ronnd the edge
of the brim soward the crown must serve
to button and hold in place the crown of
the hat, which is made of another circular
place for pique.
As most coreets are at present cat they
ress on the hip bonesand on the lower
ribs. In the former place they are useless,
as they cannot overcome the unyielding
strength of the bove ; in the latter they in-
terfere with the vital aot of respiration.
The, proper place to bind, the place where
every corset should press, is immediately
Sieve Ths hip bones, ue ie body is
entirely unsupported Ly anything etronger
or less yielding than muscle.
To put it shortly, we only need support
where nature has given us none.
The ordinary corsets one sees every day
Sony the lower ribs and displace down-
the liver and other organs which lie
nearby. Such a disturbance must naturally
cause serious symptoms. A correctly de-
signed stay, on the contrary, binds in the
waist below these organs aod holds them
i it formi; ppors
on ih they rest and which prevents
ened from ing accidentally mis-
A large shapely mouth signifies breadth
of mind and toleration of other people’s
inrities.
Thin lips denote covetousness, greed,
selfishness, and unless strongly contradiot-
ed by some other feature, intense love of
power.
The more curved and flexible the lips
the more yielding the nature.
The more sand firm she lips the
more severe the nature.
Lips that look as if they bave been
pressed into a straight line show sell-
Rew. people kuom, bow 10. boll
water.
Fill the e with freshly drawn water
and itq to a boil. Then use
immediately. By letting it stand and
stesm the good water is evaporated, leav-
the lime, iron and drugs in the kettle.
oe would make some people ill, and is
worse than no water as all.
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