Belletonte, Pa., September 5, 1913.
CLOSING THE DOORS.
1 have closed the door on Doubt;
I will gc by what light | can find,
And hold up my hands, and reach them out
To the glimmer of God in thedark, and call;
“1am Thine, though I grope and stumble
and fall.
I serve; and Thy service is kind.”
1 have closed the door on Fear.
He has lived with me far too long.
If he were to break forth and reappear,
1 should lift my eyes and look at the sky,
And sing loud, and run lightly bv:
He will never follow a song.
1 have closed the door on Gloom.
His house has too narrow a view.
I must seek for my soul a wider room,
With windows to open and let inthe sun.
And radiant lamps when the day is done,
And the breeze of the world blowing through.
— British Weekly.
ACQUAINTED.
GETTING
Young Mrs. Redford’s face was flushed
and her eyes were very wild. Redford
laid his hand on her forehead. From the
dued sniffing.
“Matter?” he asked, with a back
od It the ies Te whispered bis wile, *1
‘ 's ng,” whi wife.
hurt her feelings. I told her she talked
to the baby too much and that 1 didn't
the sound of her voice and that she
making the baby nervous and—"
and turned away her face.
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doesn’t know how.” Her big blue eyes
filled with tears.
“Guess she'll have to be bounced,” said
he, lightly. “Leave her to me.”
Patting her cheek and smoothing her
hair, he lingered, looking down at her
as she lay, excited and feverish. He ex-
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thus in the grip of some strange mal-
ady that the doctors could not name.
Half of each night he had worked over
her, fighting fever, fending off chill. Each
Slomning Je had left her to go to the
office, deluding himself into believing
that she was a little better, only to re-
turn after a day of mental torment to
take up the battle once more. And it
was a losing battle—he felt it; she was
growing paler and thinner and bigger-
and weaker every day.
He leaned over and kissed her and she
threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh, Tom," she said, “I'm never going
t well. I know it! I know it!”
“Nonsense,” replied he, cheerily. “Peo-
ple always say that just before the turn
comes.
She looked at him wistfully, and, per-
haps because she was weak, the chance
remark gave her heart.
“Have you had anything to eat?’’ he
asked
to
“A glass of egg and milk.”
“Well, I've brought a Surprise package
for you. It's downstairs. you stay
awake for half an hour!”
“I can try,” she replied with a trace of
her old spirit. "I'm awfully hungry.”
“Well, dear, you leave every to
me. To-morrow’s Sunday, and i
Washington's Birthday. To-night I'm
going to fire the nurse. I've already fired
the doctor—that is, I've told him not to
come again till Tuesday. And I'm going
to take you in hand. ill you do what-
ever | say?”
“Yes dear.”
“Good!” said he, tapping her cheek.
“By Tuesday you'll be in shape to spank
the baby. I'll be back in a few min-
utes.”
He went into the next room. There
sat the nurse, a mere girl, red-eyed, red-
nosed, bbing at her face with a wet
handkerchief rolled into a ball.
“Good evening, Miss Bell,” said Red-
ford. “How's baby?’
“She’s a dear,” replied Miss Bell, and
dissolved in tears.
“Would you mind going downstairs if
youre going to do that?” he asked, coldly.
She rose, sniffling, and went. He walk-
ed to a basket which stood on a trunk in
a corner by the window and looked down
at the little occupant who was sleeping
with her fists tucked under her chin. He
felt he was scarcely acquainted with his
own baby, he had seen her so little; and
he was not quite sure that he cared. She
had been the source of all the trouble.
He had not had time to generate any
great love for her—in fact, the lachry-
mose nurse was the only one who had.
As he looked at the little pink face and
fists, however, he admitted that they
were very . But, as usual, he
hadn’t time to look at them.
Snwrappel his .
age, discovering a little of oe
very thick—he selected it with the
utmost care.
it's tender,” said he, judicially.
," gasped Miss Bell—“surely,
Yoyire not going to give her that!”
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Redford uttered it with a
show of heat. “You've no right to be
sensitive,” said he. “It's part of your
profession to be thick skinned as far as
your patients are concerned. You know
well enough that she couldn't help it.
She's some excuse to be nervous and
strung. I tell you frankly, Miss
I, that | was pretty mad when I got
home tonight ai
heard you sn—.er, cry-
ing in the mext room. There! Don
and call again Tuesday morning? Then
I'll tell you finally whether we'll need
Fo any more. I'm going to stay home
onday—holiday, you know.”
“Yes,” agreed Miss Bell, furtively bab.
bing at her eyes.
rose and went toward the door,
Stopped, and threw up her hands. She
some curiously theatrical manner.
isms of action as well as of speech.
irritated Redford. He sympathized wi
his wife's impatience of them. He felt
that he insane if he had to en.
daylong.
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hol take care of the ba-a-by?”
a Yio!) bathe her ne dress here
$ ." He spoke almost savagely.
“And I'll feed her,” he went on, “and
mix her food and sterilize her bottles
and cure her zolic if she has any. There,
now run along. You'll have me spoiling
this supper in a minute.”
She left in a trance, but was back im-
mediately. "Shall I say good night to
the patient?’
“No. She's asleep,”
He knew that this was a falsehood, but |
he was in a mood cheerfully to lie, steal,
forge, or commit murder if it would do
the girl upstairs any good.
* night, Miss Bell,” he called, less
gruffly.
“Good night.”
In a few moments the front door closed
gently and he was alone with a sick wife
and a twelve-weeks-old baby.
Redford opened the door of the sick-
room softly and in. His wife was
lying laxly, with her hands at her sides,
gasin at the ceiling, waiting patiently.
he difference between this pale, great.
eyed, quiescent girl and the impatient,
spirited, practical girl whom he had mar-
ried smote him with misgivings; but he
saw with relief that the flush had left her
face and that a smile was hovering about
the corners of her mouth.
“Last call for supper,” said he, poking
in his head.
She turned her eyes upon him; they
were dancing with anticipation.
“0o0-0-0h!” said she, gloating over the
steak and the potatoes and gravy. “You
dear! you dear! you dear!” she ex-
claim “And you did it all yourself?”
“Every bit.”
“Um, um, but it looks good! And
where is she?”
“Gone.”
“Tom! Do you mean to say that you've
bounced her?”
es.
She laughed. “You always were a
good Buoumicey; Did she make any fuss?”
“Not a bit.”
“But Tom—Tom —what are you going
to do? The baby?”
He sat down on the of the bed
and fed her while he tal
“I've dedicated these three days to
you and to ng acquainted with the
Jovngster. he’s our baby. She isn't
iss Bell's. I've been getting jealous. |
want to have a good look at her.”
“But suppose she cries?”
“The doctor's book says that she ought
30 oy —#ond for her lungs. How do you
“Bully!” It was one of his words and
she said it with more spirit than she had
shown in weeks. you came in
Just sow | was, Seting off a chill. I was
saying, ‘I won't have it, I won't have it!”
didn’t and won't.”
She with a great lik
child, smacking her ips. and. Iaughing
and squeezed his hand.
“Do you think it'll kill me?” she
An
t "ll cure you, you to get some
new blood. Now, a you're through
you must cuddle down and go to sleep
while I feed the rest of the Pm
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I'll leave the
want me.”
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Serial) dcedut lack energy,”
he, in amusement.
enormous
ong,
“Why, she’s a beauty!” he exclaimed
For a moment she seemed to be look-
ing at him. Then her lip curled. Then,
beginning at her toes, he could trace up
her :legs through her little middle the
yell that was coming.
He rushed madly for the kitchen. His
one thought was to insert some sort of
ug tostop that dismal howl, and the
seemed to be the natural thing to
But the yell came, and was a great
success.
“Wah!” began the baby with some
moderation, but gaining momentum.
He seized the bottle from the saucepan
of water in which it had been heating,
and immediately put it down very quick-
ly on the table and began blowing his
ngers While he had watched the baby
the temperature of her milk had risen to
the neighborhood of the boiling-point.
Meanwhile the call of the hungry infant
was rising in volume. It had fallen into a
regular rhythm of, “"Wah—wah—wah,
wah, wah!” It was unbelievably full and
strident, not shrill, yet by no means
m ,
He hastened back to the basket. The
baby’s mouth presented a square cavern
unadorned with teeth, her eyes were
shut, and her clenched fists beat the air
in perfect time with her vociferations.
“She'll break something if she keeps
that up!” he thought. "Maybe if I turn
her over she'll feel better.”
As he lifted her the baby closed her
mouth and her eyes. Her lower
lip pouted. e breathed quickly, eager-
b. and made peculiar sucking noises.
edford watched, enthralled. He had
never dreamed that a baby could exhibit
sO many expressions of countenance.
Then he had an inspiration.
“Hang it!” he said aloud. “I never
thought to change her underpinning,”
And while she continued to make suck-
ing noises he laboriously manipulated
safety-pins and clothes.
“That's a rank job I've made of it, old
girl,” said he at last, as, flushed and
perspiring, he smoothed down her dress;
and then, as she looked up at him with a
little pucker over her nose, evidently
straining her eyes to see him, he leaned
over and, ridiculous to narrate, began to
talk baby talk to her.
“Noes you love Jou daddy?” heasked,
“And will you smile for him? And is you
the prettiest little gal ever was?”
He was perfectly rewarded, for there
blossomed out around the toothless little
mouth a lop-sided smile that ended in a
ing of the arms and legs.
“She hasn't learned to co-ordinate her
. muscles yet,” said he, the adult intel
¢ lectual brain in him working al
of the new foolish one, “but she certainly
is pretty!”
ardly were the words out of his mouth
when the little face became crimson, the
fists were clenched, and the rhythmical
howl commenced once more. He left
precipitately for the bottle. It was still
the cold-water faucet until it had been
reduced to blood heat. He had no diffi-
culty in inserting the nipple, for a wide
i to receive it. Two
or three mumbled “wah’s” succeeded,
and then the baby fell to work. She had
no table nanrers ay ade on ol
rageous noise over ng, sucking
and grunting in the most barefaced fash-
ion; but he did not mind. He hung over
the basket, watching until his back ached,
and then he sat down and watched some
more. ;
The baby paid no attention to him;
she had more important business on
As he sat he looked back over the past
—the awful night when she had been
born, his hopes and fears, the first two
weeks at the tal, the interminable
ten weeks that followed at home, with
the fevers and the chills, the endless fill-
ing of hot-water bottles, the constant
“How long have I been asleep?”
about Ralf an hour. Did the baby
wake you
“No; I didn't hear her. I'm too ha
to sleep. Oh, Tom, you don’t know what
it is to have a full tummy after you've
been living on—on—"
“Wash.
“Yes, on wash for weeks and
“I can imagine. you're sure it
hasn't done you any harm?”
“No-0-0."
“You're not sure.”
“I'm afraid I'm going to have a chill.”
“But I know you're not.”
He said it forcibly, with a conviction
that he by no means felt."
“You're going to fi all about it.
P30 geitg $0 git here oy talk so musicai-
» 80 entrancingly, youl hang upon
my every word.
“I always do that,” she answered with
a little
“Doll very ?" he asked.
Shy. I Detieve vou What makes
you
“T've been getting acquainted with the
rest of the family.
“And she was entertaining?”
wriggle of the body and a renewed wav- |
fiery, and, in desperation, he held it under '
“She is awonder. Do you realize, dear,
that till to-night I haven't looked at my
baby? course I've seen her, but
I haven't looked at her, never noticed
beautiful her eyes are and her hands
her feet. She i
“Why, my dear, she’s charming, rav-
ishing, perfect! I'm in love with her from
big toe to her topknot. She takes
with an inimitable air, she
like a hyena, she smiles like a sun.
“howls
burst, she sleeps like a—a—"
“Top,” suggested his wife.
“i s0. And each thing she does
is prettier and funnier than the last. And
to think that I've been missing it all for
three months.
, “And I, too, dear.” Her eyes became
dark and her lips trembled. “To think
‘that | haven't held her for ten weeks,
and haven't wanted to; have lain here
fearing that she wouid cry, and wishing
| that some one would take her away o
somewhere so that I couldn't hear her.
And, Tom dear, . . can you ever
forgive me? . . there have been
! times when I've almost hated her, times
, when I have wished she had never been
born!” She hid her face in shame.
i “I don’t blame you a bit,” said Redford.
i “I haven't been sick and yet I've come
near wishing the same thing. But I don't
‘wish it now. You see, you haven't got
‘acquainted with her yet. Tomorrow,
after 1 bathe her—"
! His wife looked up suddenly.
you what?”
“Bathe her. I'm-"
“You're not going to, really?” |
i “I certainly am. If I'm to be cook,
butler, parlor-maid, chambermaid, and
nurse I'm going to do everything apper-
, taining to the position. As I was saying,
I'm going to bring her up here and let
you her for five minutes, and I'm |
going to show you her feet.”
| “Because they
“After
are wonderful. She can,
do thi with them that [ can't with
mine. She can put her soles together!
| without bending her knees. I'll show :
you.”
| Mrs Redford, laughed more heartily
| than she had done in a long while.
“You're a big baby yourself,” said she.
| Her face began to show a touch of color
and her eyes sparkled under lids that
| were growing heavy. “You're a better
| tonic than strychnine,” she
| sleepily.
| "Thanks."
, think + «+ 1 think Mn...
i I'll go to sleep.”
In a minute her regular breathing told |
| him that, chill forgotten, she was asleep;
; and he noticed for the first time how
resembied her little
murmured, |
very much she
daughter.
Turning down the light, he stole out
and down to the kitchen, where he spent
‘the rest of the evening hours in poring
over a book on infant-feeding and in
sterilizing bottles and modifying milk
| with all the absorption of an alchem-
ist at work.
That night Redford dozed in a chair in
| the hall outside his wife's door so that
he might be within call of both of his
! charges. His wife slept without a sound
! until morning, but not so the young lad
| downstairs. Redford made no soun
but neither did he sleep. From where
he sat he could hear through the silent
house every least murmur of the baby,
every creak of the basket, and no sooner
did he doze off than one or the other
brought him bolt-upright,fumbling for his
watch. Three times he ti down-
Shaire 15 Heat the mii and with it soothe
the ru temper of his offspring, an
and each time he sat and watched the
process of absorption with increasing
poi ncy of interest. He was almost
ad when the hours of feeding came
round to give him an excuse for continu-
ing his studies. It is not for us, however,
to try to record his meditations during
the long dark hours.
Morning came at last and with ita
dozen unwonted duties. The servant,
Nora, came at seven, but long before she
put in an appearance he was astir getti
ready his wife's breakfast. Mrs. Redfo
wakened at half past five a new
She had had ten hours of sound slumber
as against a usual three, and showed the
effects. To her husband's delight, she
proclaimed h f hungry and ate the
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even Ore gusio than she had eaten sup.
| per. While she was so ed he -
: denly remembered that he had had noth-
| ing since lunch the day before, and with
the memory he as suddenly became
ravenous. t in the enthusiasm of suc-
cess he stifled his pangs for an hour
longer while he put new clothes on the
washed his patient, and combed her
hair amid much quiet merriment over
his clumsiness.
In the kitchen he found Nora prepar-
ing breakfast.
“Let me have something in a hurry,
Nora,” said he, “so that I can get to work
bathing the baby.” : :
Nora dropped a ladle with which she
was stirring the hominy and turned, gap-
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Whist!” said she. “Will ye never
have dese with vour joking, Mr. Red-
“1 mean it,” he replied. “Miss Bell has
Ne And good riddance it is,” interposed
ora.
“And somebody has to bathe the baby.”
“Then that somebody's me.”
“What do you know about washing
babies?”
“Sure I've raised six of them.”
younger brothers
“And you bathed them all?”
“Every last one of them every Sunday
morning.”
“And how did you do it?”
“Put the iu he tub 30 be
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reakfast w he had prepared with | g¢ai
“She's improved wonderfully since I
began to cook for her,” answered Red-
ford, calmly.
Nora dropped upon a chair. “Since
you.” she gasped—"since fe?
“I want my breakfast! Will you go to
work?”
Nora rose slowly and continued her
tions in a daze. Redford went
to the dining-room and sat down at
the table to read the paper. But almost
Iimedinsely the baby awakened and said,
- -00."
“Yes,” said he, “I agree with you en-
tirely.”
“Ah-h-h-00-0,” continued the baby.
“You are quite right,” ied Redford.
“Your observation shows that you have
carefully considered all sides of the ques-
tion.”
“Ah?” asked the baby, with a strong
interrogative inflection.
“As to that,” answered he, “as long as
you appeal to me, I must say that author-
ities differ.”
He leaned over the side of the basket.
The baby, d:lighted with his company,
wriggled and kicked and waved her ha
and smiled her lop-sided smile.
While he ate his breakfast she lay
crooning to herself her Ah-oo song
which might have been monotonous to a
disinterested audience, but which charm-
ed his ears.
a “She has a very musical voice,” thought
e.
Breakfast over, the great task of the
day commenced. He carefully took the
temperature of the kitchen and of the
water, referring to the book on the care
of infants that lay open on the table. He
| tied on the bath apron, arranged the lit-
tle tub and the toweis and soap and pow-
der and clean clothes conveniently on
chairs near by, and then, with a curious
Jgitation at his heart, went to get the
ora, intensely amused, stood at the
: sink washing dishes, but keeping an ob-
servant eye upon him. The baby was in
the highest of spirits and smiled and
Sowa oa hs lap without a fim of te
ng that Nora predict: ora
was imp! . She watched him pa-
tiently fumble at the tiny buttons and la-
boriously disentangle the ribbon stri
and iy pul off one layer after anoth-
er of the 's wrappings until at last
they were all off and the pink
mite lay on his lap, naked and
less.
Now, everybody
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knows that it a baby
| is appealing with its clothes on, its ap-
pealingness is increased a hundredfold
when its clothes are off. Every day for
over two months Nora's warm Hibernian
heart had bubbled over at the sight, and
now, forgetting her station, her duties,
her dishes, she plumped down on her
knees beside the kicking, crowing baby
and showered it with kisses.
“Let up!” said Redford, no less delight-
ed.
her ¥ I took her upstairs for a few min-
utes ”"
“Never a bit if you wrap her up good.
Do it! It'll warm her mother’s heart to
see her.
And so Redford bundied the baby up
in foiankets 3 and eared er Spstaire
e pee, in. His wife was lying, pa-
tiently as usual, gazing with ne. Ia
eyes at the wall; but he noted that her |
color was better and that the look of |
helpless lassitude was gone.
“See what I have brought you,” he
said, holding out his burden, peering out '
of her swathings like a blue-and-pink
calla-lily.
“Oh!” said his wife.
The room was very warm. He laid the
baby on the bed and drew back the
blankets.
Suddenly a deep-pink flush spread over ‘
“Oh!” she said again, |
his wife's face.
her eyes Alling with tears.
Nora, who had impudently followed,
peered through the crack of the door,
two big tears rolling down her nose.
Mrs. Redford touched the rosy baby
with the tips of her fingers. She seemed
to be unable to believe her senses.
“Ah-oo!” said the baby, with its lop-
sided smile.
And then Mrs. Redford’s head dropped
on the blue baby-blanket so that her hair
covered the little body, and from beneath
it came the sound of sobs mingled with
stole back
rs.
“Oh, Tom,” breathed Mrs. Redford,
“how I love her!”
“Good morning,” cooed Miss Bell, as
Redford opened the door. “You see I've
my word.”
edford carried a razor in his hand,
not with any murderous upon
Miss Bell, but because she had inter-
rupted his shaving. It was Tuesday and
he Was geing ready to go to the office.
Miss Bell sidled in, smiling with her
usual exuberance.
“Good morning,” replied Redford, and,
How are you?’ he added, rather aim-
Nora, sniffling audibly,
" he assured
was gazing lovingly at lay
ro ing Des er, cniined Hing
Bell. you feel as well as you look?”
“By the way, Nora,” with a sudden |
inspiration, “do you think it would hurt
ng ' motifs or medallions sca
| sent free on receipt of stam
_ “Yes,” answered Mrs. Redford, hold-
ing out her hand. “And I'm not as cross
as | was.”
The little nurse, genuinely deli
retained the hand, counting the
“Pulse normal.” said she. “And now,
doary 5, will you let me take your temper-
ature?
The patient smiled humorously at her
husband, who was in an arm-
chair at the foot of the bed, and opened
her mouth.
“I can’t get over it,’ chattered Miss
Bell, inserting the thermometer. “And
the chills are all gone? And the sweats?”
Mrs. Redford nodded.
“Just to think of it! And she has color!
Well! well! well!” She went to the win-
dow and examined the thermometer.
“Temperature normal,” said she. “I see
Pat you really Sous seed me, Mr. Red-
0 ou are capable of—"
“Sh-h,” said Mrs. Redford,
Her husband, sung in the armchair,
was sound asleep with his razor in his
hand and his mouth open.
“Poor man!’ murmured Miss Bell.
“He's worn out.”
“But happy,” whispered Mrs. Redford.
“Yes, yes, deary. He's very, very hap-
py. And so am lL If you can stand me
for just a few hours more I'll stay until he
wakes and then I'll turn you over to Nora.
And did he really bathe the baby?”
Mrs. Redford nodded, laughing, but
with tears in her eyes.
“Well! well! well!” murmured the
nurse, “only to think of 1t!"—By Robert
M. Gay, in Harper's Bazar.
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN
Every expert gardener knows that the
end of one garden season is but the be-
ginning of the next. It is only the ama-
teur who sticks to the old-time sys-
tem of abandoning the garden at the ap-
roach of frost, says a writer in the De-
ineator. In the fall of the year, as soon
as the plants become dormant, is a good
time to transplant and divide certain
plants and shrubs. The peony, iris, bleed-
ing-heart, oriental poppy and many of
the hardy perennial border plants, such
as the pinks, foxglove, lar r, cam-
panula and others, may be divided or
new beds and borders planted at this
time, and have this out of the way of the
rush of work in the spring, when its own
seasonable work gives us enough to
do and little time in which to it.
When dividing plants such as the Y,
do not take the whole plant up it
is to be moved to another location. With
a sharp knife cut out the portion to be
removed, and with a spade dig it up with
a ball of soil about the roots, ng all
; the small feeding roots possible. Give it
. plenty of water, and it will become estab-
| lished this fall if done before hard freez-
ing makes the soil solid.
Crush girdles fully eight inches broad:
showing between the open fronts of tail
ored jackets, are of satin matching the
shade of the suit, embroidered with floss
or soutache of the same color as the
| waistcoat, collar and cuffs or of the trim-
| ming on the hat. The embroidery, mak-
| ing an inch wide bordering defining both
edges of the belt and a ing as tiny
over the
rest of the material, draws attention to
the waist line while the excessive width
| of belt helps to emphasize the wide waist-
ed, narrow-hipped effect of the It
is far more chic looking than is ordi-
| ary bel, for it indicates the waist line
| without actually defining it, and it is in-
| finitely more becoming to a stout wom-
an than is the raised skirt-belt. More-
over, it is one of those minor details
which mark the street costume as unusu-
al, and to look “different” which, being
interpreted, means “not like the mob,” is
the aim of very fashionable women.
Raspberry Wine.—Bruise the finest red
raspberries with the back of a spoon;
then strain them through a flannel bag,
into a stone jar, allow one pound of fine
Sught io one quart of juice; stir these
| together. and cover the jar closely.
Let it stand three days, stirring the mix-
ture up every day; then pour off the
clear liquid, and put two quarts of sherry
to each quart of juice of liquid. Bottle it
and it will be fit for use in a fortnight.
This is the same recipe our grandmothers
“Received your ‘Medical Adviser’ and
I think it one of the greatest books of
the age,” writes Mr. M. H. House,
Charlestown, Franklin Co, Ark. Thous-
ands of people have expressed similar
Opinions of the value of Dr. Pierce's
mon Sense Medical Adviser.
pense of mailing only.
stamps for the paper-bound book, or 31
stamps for cloth binding, to Dr. R. V.
Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y.
Blooms From Split Bulbs.
A novel experiment is that of grow-
ing two hyacinth bulbs together. Two
bulbs are selected which are known
to flower about the same time, al-
sharp knife in such a way
central shoot is exposed but not
gs
Fes
fas
seiil
rarely falls if carefully executed.—
London Strand.
When the Plow Handles Fight You.
A city mau was driving in the coun-
try and sto to ask the way of a
farmer who was plowing In a field.
Noting the perspiration beading the
farmer's forehead the city man in-
“Plowing pretty tough sort of work,
ain't gt”
“Nope.” said the farmer. “Only
long in the middle of the afternoon
when the plow handles get to fightin’
a feller.”
“What do you do then?’
“Oh, just fight back.”
As the city man drove on he thought
that a farmer's work is a good deal
lke that of anybody else. There are
times in every business when the plow
handles fight the man that holds them.
-Farm Machinery and Power.