Bellefonte, Pa., June 12, 1914.
and down, and her small feet stepped of it one of the red cards of her betrothal
upon the devil's paper where it lay upon | to Wu Lang. Then taking her grand-
the mat. She sang the ballad of “The | mother by the hand, she turned away,
Little Teacup,” and was happy as the | and each held her lantern high.
hares were, scampering in the millet-
“Ah-Moy-Ah, my little love!” Sir
fields, not knowing they were to be hunt- | Eliot darted to her and grasped her arm.
——————— ed] t0 death very soon. Then she went: What was an old Chinese woman as a
FROM INDIA.
By One en Medical Duty in that Far Eastern
Country. Chastising Servants. The Different
Peoples in India and Their Customs. Sick
Kept in Hot, Close Rooms, Etc.
lightful breeze came sweeping in from a .
distant corner. i
I sat down on the steps at the side to
wait until I was called, and a servant
came out from the room naked, except
for her pajamas, fanning herself, and
FARM NOTES.
rn
_—The germ of seed corn lies in the
tip of the kernel. Broad, well-filled tips
indicate strong germs.
—Never allow the mare to go to her
. to work on her flowers of silk once more, | barrier to him? :
; and the old woman came back, and the ; The grandmother stood still, but Ah-
: sun fell asleep, and the boy fetched sup- | Moy-Ah, lifting her lantern higher, point-
| per from the house, and as the old wom- | ing to the red card and the parcel in the
foal in an overheated condition. This
often causes serious digestive derange-
ments in the foal.
THE MASTER’S TREASURES.
then finding such a nice cool place she
pulled her blanket out and stretched her
frame of skin and bones out on the wind
JHANSI, APRIL 29th, 1913.
Dear Home Folk:
I wonder if ever the children
Who were blessed by the Master of old
Forgot He had made them His treasures,
The dear little lambs of His fold.
I wonder if, angry and willful,
They wandered afar and astray—
The children whose feet had been guided
So safe and so soon in the way.
One would think that the mothers at evening, |
Soft smoothing the silk-tangled hair,
And low leaning down to the murmur
Of sweet childish voices in prayer,
Oft bade the small pleaders to listen,
If haply again they might hear
The words of the gentle Redeemer
Borne swift to the reverent ear.
And my heart cannot cherish the fancy
That ever those children went wrong,
And were lost from the peace and the shelter,
Shut out from the feast and the song.
To the day of gray hairs they remembered,
I think, how the hands that were riven
Were laid on their heads when He uttered,
“Of such is the kingdom of heaven.”
He has said it to all of His children,
We, too, may be sorry for sinning;
Who read it in God’s Word today;
We, too, may believe and obey.
And twill grieve the dear Saviour in heaven
If one little child shall go wrong—
Be lost from the fold and the shelter,
Shut out from the feast and the song.
—Selected.
“SAID.”
[Concluded from last week.]
“That’s true, yes; but it is untrue that
I have come to disturb your ancestors.”
“Englishee man not dig up Chinee
mans as thedogs dig up the sweet po-
tatoes in the dark?” she asked.
“Never.”
“But the dragon of a million teeth must
make his bed across the sacred place of
my ancestors, or else he slips into the
river and is lost, for no bridge can be
stretched above the river over there.”
She pointed with her tiny finger toward
the west.
Again he smiled as he said, “Listen.”
“I listen,” she replied, and the sigh of
each was as one sigh, and it was a sigh
of joy.
“Come?” he whispered, reaching up
his arms for her in an adoring entreaty.
There was a little pause.
Then over the top of her sleeve she
answered, “I come,” and her arms reach-
ed down to his.
He gathered her to him, and lifted her
to the pile of mats on the lower floor.
Not relinquishing her, they sat there, an
he spoke: ’
“I love you.” His eyes were looking
into hers by the light of the swaying lan-
terns. “Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Say it.”.
“What, say?” Ah-Moy-Ah would have
raised her sleeve again, but he drew it
away; then she sprang up, only to kneel
beside him and, clasping his hands, to
whisper, “I love you.”
They did not speak for a little while,
nor stir; presently a gunshot sounded,
and the grandmother uttered a guttural
scream. He drew the girl closer to him.
“That is my grandmother; she moves
in her dreams; she is up on the large
mat above; the shot is from my rela-
tives; they see thieves in the fields; they
will come.”
“IfI stay with you, what happens?” he
asked quickly.
“They will make you dead.”
“And you?” The curs were snarling in
the potato-patches, and there were cries
of men, women and children; Holt’s pony
whinnied. :
“Worse, me.” Ah-Moy-Ah laughed a
little,
“I will go away, but I will come back
tomorrow night. You will be here?”
“I will be here.”
“And I will fetch two ponies, and we’ll
ride fast together to the mission com-
pound, and the mission priest will marry
us. Do you understand?”
“I understand. I have seen so in Tien-
tsin.”
“You will be here?”
“I will be here.”
“Kiss me, Ah-Moy-Ah.”
“I know not how do that,” she an-
swered.
“Then I will teach you,” and he did so.
“And you will keep this?” He took a
ring from his finger and put it on hers.
When he had slipped away from the
lodge, scattered the dogs, and was well
on his way, Ah-Moy-Ah seized the stick
and began to beat the gong with all her
' might, and also to scream, thus waken-
ing the grandmother, who sprang to the
lattice shrieking. From across the fields
came responses.
Then by the light of her lantern Ah-
Moy-Ah put the ring in her pocket and
fell to stitching and painting her flowers
"of silk, and thus her father and her oth-
er relatives found her when they came.
She knew nothing; no one had been
‘there except the dogs. Indeed, was any-
thing stolen?
No, nothing was stolen. .
That was good fortune. Yes, they had
better search. Pony’s tracks! Ah, yes,
she had heard hoofs pounding,and fancied
the tea camel-train was crossing the
country. Foreign devils? No! Did her
honorable father find a devil’s paper out
in the bushes, folded up? That was
strange. Perhaps the tiger with the sick
eves had put it there to frighten away
the thieves for them. Ah-Moy-Ah smiled
sweetly as she tooled the veins in her
wonderful poppies of silk, and Ah-Moy-
Ah’s father spread out the devil’s paper
on the floor, and by the light of the lan-
terns scanned it carefully. It was a
newspaper, with portraits of a man and
a woman; near the man’s picture there
were a few Chinese characters and a rail-
way train in miniature crossing a desert.
The father of Ah-Moy-Ah shut his eyes
tight, thus, as he believed, imprinting on
his memory the picture of the man; he
refolded the paper and laid it on the mat.
Then, as the day broke, all the relatives
went home, leaving Ah-Moy-Ah and the
grandmother alone. The grandmother
fell asleep again on her mat. The girl
“lighted a fire, boiled the water, brewed
the tea, mixed meal, and cooked the
cakes; then she woke the older woman, | 1
and while they ate she recounted to her
a part of the events of the night. When
the grandmother had eaten, she crept
down the ladder and went to the house,
saying she would be back soon.
Ah-Moy-Ah was glad when she was
gone. She drew the ring from her pocket,
slipped it on her finger, and danced up
sparkled on Ah-Moy-Ah’s finger.
At twilight the lanterns were hung |
{ once more, and the mists crawled up |
i from the marshes and swallowed the passed out of his sight in the mist.—Cen-
i land, and Ah-Moy-Ah covered her grand- | tury Magazine.
| mother carefully with the wadded quilt.
and taking the folded devil’s paper, she
used it for a;cushion for her own knees,
as she knelt at the lattice and waited.
But not for long; for soon she heard
the hoofs in the thicket, his voice in the
fog, his footfall on the ladder, and ‘then
his arms were around her.
“Come,” he whispered. “My servants
are near; the ponies wait by the ditch
on the other side in the thicket. Come.
Ah, my ring is on your hand!” He lifted
her to her feet, his own treading now on
the folded devil's paper, and he carried
her down the ladder; and then they
heard the voice of her father calling:
“Ah-Moy-Ah! Ah-Moy-Ah!”
“My father is coming!” she exclaimed.
“Let him come!” Sir Eliot answered.
“You are a foreign mister come from
Tientsin to buy flowers of silk,” she
whispered; “you are a trader.” Ah-Moy-
Ah slipped his ring from her hand and
into her pocket once more. Then the
father came, holding a red lantern in
each hand.
To her father she said, kotowing to the
ground: “Honorable sir, here is the for-
eign man come to buy the flowers of
silk; at the mission-house in Tientsin
they tell him what your dog of a child
can do. Do you make the sale with him.
I have not the brains.” As she spoke,
she wondered at the lanterns of red, be-
cause in China red is used only for festiv-
ities. And while her father held up his
lanterns and slowly looked at Sir Eliot,
she said to her lover rapidly in her brok-
en English: “Go away quick. I will be,
soon as he go, -at wide ditch with blue
lantern in my hand.” :
“Red lantern?” Holt contrived to mur-
mur between his very broken talk with
Ah-Moy-Ah’s father on the '.abject of
embroideries. %
“No,” she answered. “Red is for festi-
vals, for betrothals, for—"
“Is it not ‘said’ between us?” he whis-
pered to the girl, meantime giving much
praise of the needlework to the father.
Ah-Moy-Ah lowered her head and
obeyed her father, who directed her to
fetch down her best flowers of silk while
he pocketed the money which the foreign
mister cheerfully gave.
And Ah-Moy-Ah, having wrapped the
flowers of silk in the devil paper, fetched
them to her father. He took the parcel
from her, scolding her for her abominable
carelessness as he pulled the flowers from
the paper, put them into a seed-bag, and
gave them to Holt, who then went away
without even so much as looking at his
sweetheart. Indeed she had discreetly
turned her back to him, and was wiping
her honorable father’s shoes.
Then her father said to her, still hold-
ing the devil’s paper in one hand, as with
the other he took from the pocket of his
blouse a pile of red cards: “See, you are
sold;-you are to marry Wu Lang from
the village of Fan-Si, twenty li from here.
I have never seen him, but he pays a suit-
able dowry through the middle-man. You
are lucky. The wedding will be soon. He
has no time to come; but you will go to
him, and that is all. You are betrothed.”
And Ah-Moy-Ah, with her little fingers
slipping over Sir Eliot Holt’s ring in her
pocket, laughed softly as she replied:
“Honorable sir, I am indeed a happy slave
to you, and itis an unspeakable joy to me
that Iam at last betrothed to a splendid
man.” As she spoke these words, she
managed to slide her finger into the big
seal-ring.
Her father also was feeling the money
in his pocket. “The foreign devil that
buys the flowers of silk is not a trader;
he is the one who comes to make place
for the railroad that shall dasecrate our
ancestors.”
Ah-Moy-Ah shook her head and played
with the red cards of her betrothal; she
evinced no interest in the trader.
“Look.” Ah-Moy-Ah’s father spread
out before her eyes the devil's paper with
the pictures. “Behold! This is the por-
trait of the trader; and see, the railroad.
In our language it says he comes to
make the journey short from one part of
the land to the other.”
Ah-Moy-Ah looked. She could not
read Chinese at all, but she could make
out fairly well the English printing. She
nodded impassively, returning to her play
with tbe cards.
But when her father had gone, she
seized the paper which he had dropped,
lay down on the ground, and caught the
swinging lanterns closer. Then spreading
the paper open, she made out the mean-
ing: That Sir Eliot Holt was off for
China about the great railway the very
day after his betrothal to the beautiful
lady whose portrait was on the paper
east side of his own!
She lay there a long time, so long that
there were rustlings in the thicket, hoofs
stamping, a man’s impatient treadings.
She did not hear. By and by she got up,
put out the blue lanterns, and lighted the
red ones. Then she laid Sir Eliot’s ring
in the middle of the paper, right on the
hand of the lady whose portrait was near
his; took her needle and red silk and
sewed it fast there; then folded the paper
carefully, and tied it with a piece of red
ribbon. Then she awakened her grand-
mother, saying, as she gave her a red
card:
“Grandmother, honorable old lady, I,
your unworthy and foolish slave of a
grandchild, am betrothed.”
And the grandmother moaned as she
waved the red card back and forth.
“Get up and come with me,” exclaimed
Ah-Moy-Ah. “There may be relatives,
friends in the fields, to whom we must
tell the news. Come!”
And the tottering old woman was led
by the younger one out of the yard
through the puddles to the thicket next
the wide ditch; and each woman carried
her red lantern, glowing through the
mists like a gigantic ruby. As they came,
Sir Eliot saw them and sprang to meet
her. But something—maybe the yellow,
decrepit grandmother waving her red
light and her red card—held him motion-
ess. 3
Ah-Moy-Ak bowed to the ground.
Then her face shone transfigured in the
rosy gleam of her lantern as she said:
“Honorable sir, you have left with my
father the much price for my flowers of
silk, but you have forgot’ take everything
that is yours with you: they are here.”
She handed him the parcel, laying on top
{ an could not see very well, the ring still i hand of the foreign mister, spoke softly,
saying: :
“Honorable sir, I am ‘said.’ Goo’-by.”
And the old woman and the young one
China Old and Unclean.
We in America think that the famous
Pyramids of Egypt are old. We look
back upon their history with a sort of
awe. Yet the Chinaman of today comes
from a nation who lived and worked and
studied celestial philosophy eight cen-
turies before the biblical period of Moses,
writes Clyde Witmer.
Ordinarily, we look back upon the his-
tory of Greece and Rome as an antique
period. As compared with China, our
Grecian and Roman history is as modern
news. Of the two races of people who
still survive from out the period far back
in ancient history, the Jews and the
Chinese alone are left. Every other na-
tion has perished. The Jews, however,
have lost their country, and there is no
nation which theycan now claim as their
own distinctive Semitic nation.
The Chinaman, however, still possesses
all of these things perfectly intact. His
country still remains well preserved.
His language is his own possession still,
and the yellow man still possesses his
distinctive nationality. “John,” in addi-
tion, has contributed his share toward
the world’s progress.
Around the commencement of the
Christian era, the Celestial discovered
how to make paper, and a few hundred
years after this he devised the art of
printing. Far back in historic times,
when our Anglo-Saxon ancestors inhabit-
ed the British Isles, wearing coats of ani-
mal skins and fishing in canoes dug out
from tree trunks, the forefathers of the
present Chinaman were selling Chinese
silks and other profitable wares to the
Roman Empire.
Although the Chinaman did not pos-
sess the instruments of mathematical
precision which our engineers of today
utilize, yet 200 years before the birth of
Christ John Chinaman constructed the
Great Wall around China, which contains
material sufficient to build a wall six feet
high around our entire globe. You can-
not help but take your hat off in admira-
tion to the abilities of the higher grade
Mongolian, even though his country is
reeking with filth and squalor.
Babies Who Think,
Do children think before they can talk?
Professor Ribot, the great French psy-
chologist, says that they do.
He cites the case of a child of Preyer,
the famous student, writer and scientist.
Preyer says of one of his children that it
-| was impossible to take away one of his
ninepins without it being discovered by
the child, while at 18 months he knew
quite well whether one of his ten animals
was missing or not, says the Springfield
(Ill) State Journal. Yet this is no proof
that he was able to count up to nine or
ten.
At 17 months Preyer’s child, which could
not speak a word, finding that it was un-
able to obtain a plaything placed above
itsreach in a cupboard, looked about to
the right and left, found a small travel-
ing trunk, took it, climbed up and pos-
sessed itself of the desired object. Here
there is certainly an element of inven-
tion.
Another illustration is that of a boy,
aged less than one year and incapable of
pronouncing a single word, to whom a
stuffed grouse was shown with the word
“bird” uttered to identify it. The child
immediately looked across to the other
side of the room, where there was a
stuffed owl.
Another child, having listened first with
its right ear, then with its left, to the
ticking of a watch, stretched out its arms
gleefully toward the clock on the mantel-
piece.
Darwin related these observations of his
grandson: “The child, who was just be-
ginning to speak, called a duck ‘quack,’
and by special association it also called
water ‘quack.’ By an appreciation of the
resemblance of qualities, it next extend-
ed the term ‘quack’ to denote all birds
and insects on the one hand and all fluid
substances on the other. By a still more
delicate appreciation of resemblance the
child eventually called all the French
coins ‘quack,’ because on the back of a
French sou it had once seen the repre-
sentation of an eagle.”
The Ideal Juryman.
There is a general agreement in Lon-
don legal circles that the best jurymen
are to be found among men sixty years
of age. The opinion is that jurymen at
that age show better judgment than
younger men.
A leading London barrister, asked for
his opinion, said: “I prefer men about
fifty years of age. A defending barrister
in, say, a criminal case which has certain
sentimental elements will always wel-
come a young jury. He knows he can
touch their emotions far more easily than
he can those of men over fifty. Senti-
ment is very rare at fifty, and a man is
cold and purely logical. The average
man who has reached the age of fifty
looks upon things from a materalistic
point of view, and his judgment is there-
fore unaffected by sentiment.
Education, save in certain civil cases,
is no great asset to a juryman. The
bricklayer or the mechanic has just as
much knowledge of human nature and a
sense of justice as the professor, and in |:
many respects barristers and judges pre-
fer the unlettered juryman to the man
of culture, though in the case of the
latter he is less susceptible to an emo-
tional plea.
The man with sound common sense,
learned not from books, but from every,
day life, is not so easily led either by
judge or counsel as many suppose, and
if you add the wisdom of years you get
the ideal juryman.”—Exchange.
ET ———
She Knew the Game.
“Now, children,” said -the teacher to
the junior class in arithmetic, “if I
had nine yards of cloth and used five
to make a skirt and three to make
a jacket, what would I have left?” “A
lot of scraps,” promptly answered the
little girl at the foot.
The rains and cool weather are all a
thing of the memory and tonight the
heat is intense—not more than you can
stand, but so drippy. Miss McL., the
one who has been ill, declares I look lik=
a washed out rag and I merely laughed
at her, for you know how perspiring
makes one white and I am almost as
clean and clear of skin as I can ever be-
come; it is all due to the constant bath-
ing and perspiring one does. I didn’t
think my skin could ever be so sctive as
it is here.
I want to tell you about the chastising
I did yesterday. I have been having two
small boys pull my “punkah,” (not so
very small either) but pull that fan they
would not. I have talked and argued
and scolded, but all to no avail, so ves-
terday I had a tub of rain water stand-
ing on the porch and boy-like they were
more interested in throwing water over
their nice bare bodies than in keeping
me cool. I, of course, did not know how
my precious water was being wasted,
when after an hour and a half of exas-
peratingly shrieking at them I cautiously
looked out and saw what was happening,
out I went in my night dress and bare
feet, and finding a nice long stick I pro-
ceeded to tan those boys’ backs good and
hard, and for the rest of theday I had as
good a fan as anyone could desire. Miss
McL. said she had not had such a good
laugh in years as while I was venting
my heated wrath upon those bare skinned
urchins.
Another day is started and as it hap-
pens to be my natal day I have had a
nice little surprise. Two of the nurses
brought me a very pretty silver napkin
ring and had it beside my plate at early
breakfast, with a very charming little
note attached to it. One of the English
women whom I have met sent me such a
pretty belt, knitted from thread.
Speaking of these Indian peoples; I
have told you of the smallness in stature,
etc., of the Hindustani men and women.
Truly their feet and hands are so tiny
their bracelets wouldn’t go over three of
my fingers. There is a native state
here which takes in nearly the entire up-
per India and it is bordering on the U. P.,
called the “Punjab.” The curious thing
about it is, that their men are great big,
splendidly developed men, nearly all over
six feet tall; their morals and their char-
acters correspond with their stature.
Their wives are big, handsome women,
very intelligent and nearly always beau-
tiful. They are clean and are really de-
lightful to deal with, and yet they are
our neighbors; the people of this U. P.
are so different.
Then there are the “Bengali” people,
living down around Calcutta. They are
all very light in color, just about average
in size, but are keen and bright and it is
from this rank that most of the “plead-
ers” come; but they are not to be trust-
ed and are the ones from which all the
“bombs” and seditions start in this coun-
try, and then the West asks, “why can’t
this new India rule herself?”
These various peoples are as much at
war with each other as they are with us.
They have a different language in all
these sections, a different religion and
different standard of morals. Could you
ever imagine them combining on the
small subject of ruling their own land?
And in the meantime, England, or some
other country must take the helm, and
the papers in the U. S. will be shouting
war; and yet, what can they do (I mean
those at the helm.)
I don’t know just why I started on such
a topic except that in the dispensary to-
day two fine looking “Punjab” women,
wives of soldiers, came for medicine and
they submitted to the examination with-
out shrieking and fighting and listened
to all the instructions with eager ears
and I§know they will follow the direc-
tions. It was so hard to talk to them
and I had to find a special nurse to tell
them what I wanted. I came home and
upon crossing the road saw some “Ben-
gali” men driving past on their way to
the “Katchery” (court house) and of
course you see how my mind ran on.
These better grade men have a club
just beside the English club and each
night they go there to play tennis and
talk, just as their English brothers do;
and they are dressed just as the English
are, with this difference; they w.ll wear
only a small visorless cap. Of course no
women are ever seen, that would be won-
derful. If you were to follow these men
to their homes you would find that they
lay off their European clothes the min-
ute they cross the threshhold of their
houses.
And just here, to shew you a bit of
what “in Perda” may mean. There has
been in the hospital, in a small private
room, some Mohammedan women. The
other night I was called over on account
of a case and got there about 12.30 in
the night. It was a hot, close night,
although in one quarter a very good
breeze was blowing. I went up onto the
veranda and past the screen doors lead-
ing into their room; a lantern was burn-
ing brightly and these three women, in
full day dress, were lying on the floor
fanning themselves, evidently in much
distress from the heat and yet just out-
side was a fourteen - foot veranda with
screens along the sides, upon which were
eight or ten women sleeping, and a de-
cooled stones and in a few minutes I
heard her snore. To me it seemed al-
most cruel, with all the big outside to
leave any of God's creatures penned up
in a small room on such a night.
We have had some patients who were
supposed to be “perda” but have not
stayed in their rooms nor refused in any
way to go out if we asked them to do so;
but these others are very strict. Itis all
interesting, because so different from
home and seems to fit in with the terrific
“Loo” that has been blowing for the last
two days, a wind so hot it simply feels as
though you would burn to pieces. The
scant clothing and the inefficient food
seems to all go together, but are surely
in direct contrast to the little dinner par-
ty I was at last night. A charming wom-
an had invited me to come informally to
her home, with only herself and husband.
Everything was so nice and charmingly
served and after we were through out
onto the driveway we went and then one
of the young captains whom I know
came in and the men smoked and we all
drank lemonade and told experiences un-
til after eleven o’clock; and this morn-
ing, while working in the dispensary, it
all seemed like a dream, due to too much’
pudding last night.
(Continued next week.)
Tobacco Dwarf.
There are many cases of boys whose
use of tobacco has stopped their physical
growth and there are thousands more
whose minds are dwarfed, and all penal
institutions for boys and young men are
filled with youths whose bodies are from
two to ten years older than their minds.
Tobacco effects every part of the body.
It prevents the proper digestion of food,
which is necessary to build bone and
muscles. Its poison gets into the blood
and shrivels up the little blood cor-
puscles, just as alcohol does, so they can-
not convey oxygen and nourishment to
the different parts of the body, nor carry
out the poisonous waste matter. It
paralyzes the motor nerves so that they
cannot properly control the circulation of
the blood nor be steady. It acts upon
the nerves of the heart, giving it a dis-
ease called *“‘tobacco heart.” It is stated
that one-fifth of all the young men ex-
amined for the United States Navy fail to
pass because of heart disease caused by
the use of tobacco.
ed to be in perfect health, said to a doc- |
fon, “I have smoked twenty cigars to-
ay.”
The doctor asked, “Do you not feel
some ill affects from it?”
“No, sir; not a particle, I feel splendid.
I am as sound as a dollar.”
The doctor took the man’s pulse and
said: “Your heart is beating 108 times a °
minute and that is thirty-six beats more
than it ought to make in one minute. At
that rate it would beat 1,190 too many
times in an hour. The heart can not
stand that kind of work many years.”
Tobacco relaxes and weakens the mus- .
cles. That is why its victims are led to
believe that it is so soothing, when it is
simply taking away strength and endur-
ance. By investigation it is found that |
the students in our great institutions of |
learning who do not use tobacco develop,
during the four years of college life more ,
weight, height and chest girth and lung '
capacity than those who are occasional |
or habitual tobacco users, and it is a well |
known fact that the prize fighters, pedes-
trians, oarsmen, billiard champions, are
not allowed by their trainers to use to-
bacco because of its effects upon the:
nerves and muscles. |
It stupefies the brain, impairs the,
memory and weakens the mind—the will !
power. This is enough. How can any |
boy expect to grow and become a strong, |
[resolute man, as every boy desires to be,
while he is determined to smoke or chew
tobacco. |
An English journal says: “If there is |
a vice more prostrating to the mind and !
body, and more crippling to the man’s |
spiritual nature, than tobacco, we have
yet to be convinced of it.”
A medical society in Paris examined
thirty-eight boys of all classes of society ;
and of average health, who had been
using tobacco for periods ranging from |
two months to two or more years, and |
found that twenty-seven of them showed
severe injury to the constitution and in-
sufficient growth; thirty-two showed ir-
regularity of heart ‘action, disordered
stomachs, coughs, and craving for alco-
holic stimulants; thirteen had intermit- i
tency of pulse, and one had consumption. :
After they abandoned the use of tobacco |
one-half were free from all symptoms in
six months,and the remainder had recov-
ered by the end of the year.—Industrial
Scheol Times.
Tragic Bravery.
In the chapel at Glenalmond school in
Perthshire, Scotland, there is a marble
slab with this stirring story recorded
upon it.
There was once in the school a pupil
named Alexander Cumine Russel who
became an officer in the Seventy-fourth
Highlanders when only a lad of seventeen.
In connection with the memorable loss of
the Birkenhead he won immortal glory.
The troopship struck upon a rock; the
soldiers were formed in ranks upon the
deck to die; the women and children
were being saved in boats.
Russel was ordered into one of the boats
to command it, and a little way off he
watched with dimmed eyes the doomed
ship. When she went down he saw crea-
tures of the deep contending for his be-
loved comrades. Then he saw a sailor’s
form rise up close to the boat and a hand
strive to grasp the side.
A woman in the craft called out in
agony: “Save him! Oh, save him, sir! He
is my husband,” but there was no room
for another, and the boat was laboring
heavily as it was. Russel looked at the
woman and then at her children,then at
those beseeching eyes in the deep, and,
rising in the stern, he plunged into the
water and helped the sailor into what had
been his own place. Then amid a chorus
of “God bless you” from every one in the
boat the brave young officer turned to
meet his death.—Pearson’s Weekly.
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—It pays to have rich orchard land.
Those who have thin land would find it
profitable to manure and fertilize it, so
that more fruit can be produced.
_—An acre of alfalfa will furnish more
high-class protein feed than almost any
other crop that is grown in the sections
where dairying is followed to the best ad-
vantage.
—If the farmer is looking for quick re-
turns in live stock, and for a large per-
centage on the money invested, there are
: no animals on the farm that will beat the
sow and the ewe.
—Milk butter and cheesse are cash
products. The dairyman’s returns are
steady, the cows paying their board. twice
a day. This is one of the biggest advan-
tages that the dairyman has over the beef
orgrain farmer.
—There is hardly any question but
that there is as much in the care of the
trees after planting as in the selection
before. The best trees will not stand
neglect, while poor trees will respond
readily to good treatment.
—Give more attention to the little
things on the farm and you will have less
difficulty with more important matters.
A great idea is very valuable, and those
who have one are fortunate, but ideas
must be put into practical use before
they are of any financial benefit to farm-
ers.
—A loamy soil is naturally rich in
plant food, hence it will need little if any
manuring in its preparation. But it
should be deeply stirred and thoroughly
broken up by subsoiling. This loamy soil
is what is termed free soil, as it seldom
becomes compacted, even by abusive
treatment.
—Silage is especially beneficial for
calves which have just been weaned.
They take to this ration quicker than to
dry feed and there is usually little loss in
weight from the weaning. The silage
should be supplemented with some good
leguminous hay, as alfalfa, cowpea or
clover, and the calves should be given a
small amount of grain. A mixture of
one-half corn chop and ‘one-half cotton-
seed meal is excellent.
—By removing the surplus wood of the
young fruit trees in the summer and then
stopping the leading branches when they
reach the desired length, to inducea
strong growth of laterals, it is possible
to secure a two-year growth in a single
season. One must study carefully the
position of the shoots,the future develop-
ment of the wood and the philosophy of
the operation to succeed with summer
: pruning and pinching.
A fine looking gentleman, who appear- | .
—According to Dr. H. J. Wheeler, the
most striking, and also the most valuable
; feature of the alsike clover, for many
purposes, is its perennial character, for
the plants live from year to year. This
i fits it especially for pastures or for land
which is not to be heavily fertilized
* with nitrogen, and where one wished to
retain clover consecutively for a series of
years. For moist soils alsike clover is
much superior to the red clover, a point
often of material importance in connec-
tion with the culture of lands which are
imperfectly drained. The seed of alsike
! clover is considerably smaller than that
of the red clovers, and consequently the
amount of seed used per acre to insure
, an equally good stand may be materially
less.
—The tomato requires a rich, warm,
sandy loam soil for a good early crop.
Any soil that will grow a good crop of
potatoes is admirably adapted to a good
crop of tomatoes.
Water, fresh air and sunshine are es-
sentials in plant growth. If the land is
richly manured, or too much shaded,
plants often fail to either blossom or
fruit. If the land is well cultivated and
fertilized, about 250 bushels of tomatoes
are a fair average for an acre.
In setting out plants it should be re-
membered that the largest are not al-
ways the best, but those that have the
strongest stems. If the plants are healthy
when set out, and kept vigorously grow-
ing by proper cultivation, the occasional
application of a little air-slaked lime will
be about all that is necessary to secure a
large early crop.
Cultivation of the soil should begin
soon after the plants are set out, in order
to counteract the effect of the treading
and packing of the ground due to the
setting, and to aid in warming up the
soil.
According to results from tests made
by the various State experimental sta-
tions, heavy applications of stable ma-
nure, or complete fertilizers, are very de-
sirable. The tomato needs large amounts
of both potash and nitrogen. Stable ma-
nure being essentially a nitrogenous
manure, it should be supplemented with
heavy applications of muriate of potash,
ashes, akinit or like potash fertilizers and
a smaller amount of acid phosphate or
ground bone to supply phosphoric acid.
Professor Voorhees, of the New Jersey
Agricultural Experiment Station, recom-
mends for soils already in good condition
a mixture of 400 pounds nitrate of soda,
700 pounds bone tankage, 400 pounds
acid phosphate and 500 pounds muriate
of potash, applied at the rate of 500
pounds per acre.
On rich garden soil the plants should
be set four to five feet apart each way
and six inches deep.
In limited areas it is best to put out
the plants in a row—a row 50 feet in
length will grow as much fruit as an or-
dinary sized family will consume. The
vines should be kept tied up to a support.
A good trellis is made by using stout
stakes, seven feet high, to which wire is
tacked. After the fruit begins to set, all
growing shoots beyond the fruit should
be pinched off. This will greatly en-
courage fruiting. A slight thinning of
the foliage will hasten the maturity of
the fruit.
Another good way to support the plants
is to use two stakes, six feet long, to each
plant. These stakes should be placed on
a line parallel with the row, one foot
each side of the plant. Allow three vines
or shoots to remain with each plant, se-
curing them firmly to the support as they
increase in length.
The mosses and fungi gather on sickly
plants, and not on thrifty ones. <
Odious parasites generally choose
plants already enfeebled.
No potatoes, egg plants nor weeds of
the tomato family should be permitted to
grow near the tomato crop.