6 j The Man on [ the Box J & By HAROLD MacGRATH \ I Author of " The Grey Cloak," "The I'uppet Crowu." Copyright, 1904, The llobbs-Merrill Company. CHAPTER V.—Continued. "Sh! Don't you dare to drag forth any of those fool corpses of college, J or out you go, bag'and baggage." Jack glanced nervously around the room and toward the hall. "My dear fellow, your wife wouldn't j believe me, 110 matter what I said against your character. Isn't that right, Chuck? Jack, you are a lucky dog, if there ever was one. A hand some wife who loves you, a kid, a fine home and plenty of horses. I wonder if you married her for her money?" Jack's eyes narrowed. He seemed to muse. "Yes, I believe I can do it as easily as I did 15 years ago." "Do what?" I asked. "Wallop that kid brother of mine. Boli, I hope you'll fall desperately !n love some day, and that you will have a devil of a time winning the girl. You need something to stir up your vitals. By George! and I hope she won't have a cent of money." "Lovable brother, that!" Bob knocked the ashes from his cigar and essayed at laughter which wasn't par ticularly felicitous. "Supposing I was in love, now, and that the girl had heaps ot money, and all that?" "And all that," mimicked the elder brother. "What does 'and all that' mean?" "Oh. shut up!" "Well, I hope you are In love. It serves you right. You've made more than one girl's heart ache, you good looking ruffian!" Then he switched over to politics, and Robert became an interested lis tener. Quarter of an hour later the women returned, and certainly they made a picture which was most sat isfactory to the masculine eye. Bob jumped to his feet and kissed them both, a thing I lacked the courage to do. How pleased they looked! How a woman loves flattery from those sho loves! Well, William Is in front with the carriage; the women are putting on their cloaks, and I am admiring the luxurious crimson fur-lined garment which brother Robert had sent to Nan cy frem Paris. You will see by this that he was not altogether a thought less lad. Good-by, Mr. Robert. I leave voir and your guiding-star to bolt the established orbit: for, after this niglit the world will never he the same careless, happy-go-lucky world. The farce has its tragedy, and what trag edy is free of the ludifleatory? Youth must run its courses, even as the gay, wild brook must riot on its way to join the sober river. I dnre say that we hadn't gone 20 minutes before Robert stole out to the stables, only to return immediately with a bundle under his arm and a white felt hat perched rakielily on liis head. He was chuckling audibly to himself. "It will frighten the girls half to to death. A gray horse and a bay; oh, I won't make any mistake. Let me see: I'll start about 12 o'clock. That'll get me to the spot just as the boys leave. This is the richest yet. I'll wager that, there will be some tall screaming." He continued chuckling as he helped himself to his brother's perfectos and fine old Scotch. I don't know what book he found in the pri vate case; some old rascal's merry tales, no doubt; for my hero's face was never in repose. We had left Mrs. Secretary-of-the-In terior's and were entering the red brick mansion on Connecticut avenue. Carriages lined both sides of the street, and mounted police patrolled up and down. "Poor boy!* sighed Nancy. "I won der if he'll be lonely. It's a shame to leave him home the very first night." "Why didn't he come, then?" Mrs. W. shrugged her polished shoul ders. "Oh, my cigars and Scotch are fairly comforting," putin Jack, complacent ly. "Besides, Jane isn't at all bad looking,"—winking at me. "What do you sav, Charlie?" But Charlie had not time to answer. The gray-liaired, gray-whiskered am bassador was bowing pleasantly to us. A dozen notable military and naval attaches nodded; and we passed onto the ball-room, where the or chestra was playing "A Summer Night In ilunich." In a moment Jack and his wife were lost in the maze of gleaming shoulders and white linen. It was a picture such as few men, once having witnessed It, can forget. Here were the great men in the great world: this man was an old rear-ad miral, destined to become the nation's hero soon; there, a famous general, of long and splendid service; cele brated statesmen, diplomats, finan ciers; a noted English duke; a scion of j the llapsburg family; an intimate of th- German kaiser; a swart Jap; a Chinaman with his peacock feather; t< rn of men whose lightest word was llF'enH t<> by the four ends of the world: repm:*ntatlv< s of all the great , 1 lngrioms ami states. The president I nrd his handsome wife had jti-1 left as we enme, fo w<> ml-ed that for- ! utility, which dtfra< 1 from the nr. A of the Uall-rooiu. I •'■Who Is that handsome young fel low over t!ir»ro. standing at Iho sldo of the Russian ambassador's wife?" aaked Nancy, pressing mv arm. * Where? Oh. he's Count Knrloff (or something that sounds like it), a wealthy Russian, In some way con nerted with the Russian government; a diplomat and a capital fellow, they say. I have never met him. . Hello! there's a stunning girl right next to him that I haven't secij before. . . . Where are you going?" Nancy had dropped my arm and was gliding, Kitty-corner fashion, across the tloor. Presently she and the stun ning girl had saluted each other after the impulsive fashion of American girls, and were playing cat-in-the-cra dlo, to the amusment of those for eigners nearest. A nod, and I was threading my way to Nancy's side. "Isn't it glorious?" she began. '"This is Miss Annesley, Charlie; Betty, Mr. Henderson." Miss Annesley looked mildly curious at Nan, who suddenly flushed. "We are to be married in the spring," she exclaimed shyly; and I dare say that there was a diffident extlesslon on my own face. Miss Anneslay gave me her hand, smiling. "You are a fortunate man, Mr. Henderson." "Not the shadow of a doubt!" Miss Annesley, I frankly admitted on the spot, was, next to Nancy, the handsom est girl I ever saw; and as I thought of Mr. Robert in his den at home. I sin cerely pitied him. I was willing to advance the statement that had he known, a pair of crutches would not have kept him away from No. 1.100 Connecticut avenue. I found three chairs, and we sat down. There was, for me, very little opportunity to talk. Women always have so much to say to each oilier, even when they haven't seen each oth er within 24 hours. From time to time Miss Annesley glanced at me, and I am positive that Nancy was extolling ray charms. It was rather embar rassing, and I was balling my gloves up in a most dreadful fashion. As they seldom addressed a word to me, I soon became absorbed in the passing scene. I was presently aroused, however. "Mr. Henderson, Count Karloff," Miss Annesley was saying. (Karloff is a name of my own choosing. I haven't the remotest ideaif it means anything in the Russian language. I hope not.) "Charmed!" The count's r's were very pleasantly rolled. I could see by the way his gaze roved from Miss An nesley to Nancy that he was puzzled to decide which came the nearer to his idea of womanhood. I found him a most engaging fellow, surprisingly well-informed on Ameri can topics. I credit.myself with being a fairly good reader of faces, and, read ing his as he bent it in Miss An nesley's direction, I began to worry about. Mr. Robert's course of true love. Here was a man who possessed a title, was handsome, rich, and of assured social position: it would take an ex traordinary American girl to look coldly upon his attentions. By and by the two left us, Miss Annesley promis ing to call on Nancy. "And where are you staying, Betty?" "Father and I have taken Senator Blank's house in Chevy Chase for the winter. My horses are already In the stables. Do you ride?" "I do." "Then we shall have some great tines together." "Be sure to call. I want you to meet my brother." "I believe I have,"' replied Miss Annesley. "I mean my younger brother, a lieu tenant in the army." "Oh, then yon have two brothers?" "Yes," said Nancy. "The dance is dying. Mademoiselle," said the count in French. "Your arm. Monsieur. An revoir, Nancy." "Poor Bobby!" Nancy folded her hands and sighed mournfully. "It ap pears to me that his love affair is not going to run very smooth. But isn't she just beautiful, Charlie? What color, what style!" "She's a stunner, I'm forced to admit. Bob'll never stand a ghost, of a show against that Russian. He's a great social catch, and is backed by many kopecks." "How unfortunate we did not know that she would be here! Bobby would have met her at his best, and his best is more to my liking than the count's. He has a way about him that the women like. He's no laggard. But money ought not to count with Betty. She is worth at least $250,000. Her mother left all her property to her, and her father acts only as trustee. Senator Blank's house rents for SB,OOO the season. It's ready furnished, you know, and one of the handsomest homes in Washington. Besides, I do not trust those foreigners,"—taking a remarkably abrupt curve, as it were. "There's two B's In your bonnet, Nancy," I laughed. "Never mind the B's; let us have the last of this waltz." This is not my own true story; so I shall bow off and permit my hero to follow the course of true love, which is about as rough-going a thoroughfare as the many roads of life have to offer. CHAPTER VI. THE MAX OX THE BOX. At 11:30 he locked up his book and took to his room the mysterious bundle i which lie had purloined front the hi a- j bles. It contained the complete livery I of a groom. The clothes fitted rather J snugly, especially across the .shoulders. I lie stood before th. pier-glass, and a compjncent (not o say roguish) smile flitted across his face. The black half-1 boots, the white doc-kin breeches, the brown brn*--buttoned frock, and the! white hat with the brown cockade. Weil, my word for It, he war the handsonn t Jehu Wa hliu'tou ev jr turned u it. With a grin he touched CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 31, 1906. his hat to the reflection in the glass. 11 nd burst out laughing. His face wan as smooth as u baby's for he had gen erously sacrificed hia beard. I can hear him saying to himself: "Lord, but this Is a lark! I'll have to take another Scotch to screw up the edge of my nerve. Won't the boys laugh when they hear how I stirred the girls' frizzes! We'll have a little par ty here when they »;| get home. It's a good joke." Mr. Robert did not prove much of a prophet. Many days were to pass ere he reentered his brother's house. He stole quietly from the place. He hadn't proceeded more than a block when he became aware of the fact that he hadn't a penny in his clothes. This discovery disquieted him, and he half turned about togo back. He couldn't go back. He had no key. . "Pshaw! I won't need any money;" —and he started off toward Connecti cut avenue. He dared not hail a car, and he would not have dared had he possessed the fare. Some one might recognize him. He walked briskly for ten minutes. The humor of the es capade appealed to him greatly, and he had all lie could do to smother the frequent bursts of laughter which surged to his lips. He reached absent ly for hia cigar-case. No money, no cigars. "That's bad. Without a cigar I'm likely to get nervous. Scraping off that beard made me forgetful. Jove! with these fleshings, I feel as self-con scious as an untried chorus girl. These togs can't be very warm in winter. Ha! that must be the embassy where all those lights are; carriages. Al lons!" To make positive, he stopped a pe destrian. "Pardon me, sir," he said, touching his hat, "but will you be so kind as to inform me if yonder is the British embassy?" "It is, my man," replied the gen tleman. "Thank you. sir." And each passed onto his affairs. "Now for William; we must find William, or the joke will be on Rob ert." He maneuvered his way through the congested thoroughfare, searching the faces of the grooms and footmen. He dodged hither and thither and was once brought to a halt by the mounted police. "Here you! What d'ye mean by run ning around like this. Lost your car riage, hey? I've a mind to run ye in. Y' know the rules relatin' th' leav in' of yer box in times like these. Been takin' a sly nip, probably, an' they've sent yer hack down a peg. Get a gait on y', now." Warburton laughed silently as he made for the sidewalk. The first man he plumped into was William —a very much worried William, too. Robert could have fallen on his neck for joy. All was plain sailing now. "I'm very glad to see yon, sir," said William. "I was afraid you could not get my clothes on, sir. I was getting a trifle worried, too. Here's the car riage number." Warburton glanced hastily at it and stuffed it into a convenient pocket. "It's 1C carriages up, sir; a bay and a gray. You can't miss them. The bay, being a saddle-horse, is a bit rest ive in the harness: but all you have to do is to touch him with the whip. And don't try to push ahead of your turn, or you will get into trouble with the police. They are very strict. And don't let them confuse you, sir. The numbers won't be in rotation. You'll hear 115, and the next moment 35, like as not. It's all according as to how the guests are leaving. Good luck to you, sir, and don't, forget to explain it all thoroughly to Mr. Warburton, sir." "Don't worry, William; we'll come out of this with colors flying." "Very well, sir. I shall hang around till you are safely off," —and William disappeared. Warburton could occasionally hear the faint strain of music. From time to time the carriage-caller bawled out a number, and the carriage would roll up under the porte-cochere. Warbur ton concluded that it would be a good plan to hunt up his rig. His search did not last long. The bay and the gray stood only a litle way from the gate. The box was vacair, and he climbed up and gathered the reins. He sat there for some time, longing intensely for a cigar, a good cigar, such as gentlemen smoked. "Seventeen!" camo hoarsely along on the wings of the night. "Number 17, and lively there!" Warburton's pulse doubled its beat. His number. "Skt!" the bay and the gray started forward, took the half-circle and stopped under the porte-cochere. War burton recollected that a fashionable groom never turned his head unless spoken to; so he leveled his gazo at his horses' ears and waited. But from the very corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of two women, one of whom was enveloped in a crim son cloak. He thrilled with exultation. What a joke it was! He felt the car riage list as the women stepped In. The door slammed to and the rare good joke was on the way. "Off with you!" cried the pompous footman, with an imperious wave of ! the hand. "Number 9!t!" "Ninety-nine! Ninety-nine!" bawled j the carriage man. Our johu turned into the avenue, ! holding a tolerable rein. He clucked and lightly touched the horses wI• h th» lash. This was true sport: this was humor, genuine. Initiative, un forced. He could Imagine the girls and their friv'it when he finally slowed down, opened the door, and kissed them both. Wouldn't they let out n yell, though* Ills plan wks to drive furiously for half n dozen blocks, ig*ag from one side of the street to the other, taking the corner sharply, and then make tor Scott t'ircia. Now, a inn of six can fell the differ ence between 17 am] 71. But this as tonishing jehu of mine had been con spicuous as the worst mathematician and the best soldier in his class at West Point. No more did lie remem ber that he was not in the wild west, and that horp in the east there were law i prohibiting reckless driving. He drove decently till he struck Dupont Circle. From here he turned into New Hampshire, thinking it to be Rhode Island. Mistake number tsvo. He had studied the city map, but ho was conscious of not knowing it as well as he should have known it, but, true to his nature, he trusted to luck. Aside from all this, he forgot that a woman might appreciate this joke only when she heard it recounted. To lire through it was altogether a differ ent matter. In an episode like this, a woman's imagination, given the darkness such as usually fills a car riage at night, becomes a round of terrors. Every moment is freighted with death or disfigurement. Her nerves are like the taut strings of a harp in a wintry wind, ready to snap at any moment; and then, hysteria. With man the play, and only the play, is the thing. Snap-crack! The surprised horses, sensitive and quick-tempered as all highly organized beings are, nearly leaped out of the harness. Never be fore had their flanks received a more unwarranted stroke of the lash. They reared and plunged and broke into a mad gallop, which was exactly what the rascal on the box desired. An expert horseman, he gauged the strength of the animals the moment they bolted, and he knew that they were his. Once the rubber-tired vehicle slid sidewise on the wet asphalt, and he heard a stifled scream. He laughed, and let forth a sounding "whoop," which nowise allayed the fright of the women inside the car riage. He wheeled into S street, scrap ing the curb as lie did so. Pedestrians stopped and stared at. him. A police man waved his club helplessly, even hopelessly. On, on: to Warburton's mind this ride was as wild as that which the Bishop of Valines took from Belie-Isle to Paris in the useless effort to save Fouquet from the wrath of 1.011 is XIV, and to anticipate the preg nant discoveries of one D'Artagnan. The screams were renewed. [To Be Continued ] lln rmlcMH I litispendence. Rear Admiral Wilde, at a banquet given in his honor in Boston, desired to illustrate in some way a certain sort of humorous and harmless impu dence that is found at its best in Amer ica. "There was a young man," said Ad miral Wilde, "and he desired to pay his addresses to a certain young lady. So, in a frank and honorable way, ho called on the young lady's father, de scribed his circumstances and pros pects, and asked if he might be re garded as a suitor." " 'Well,' said the father, 'I have 110 objections to you. You seem to be an honest, industrious, healthy enough young fellow. I guess you can begin to pay your addresses if you want to. Un derstand, though, that I put out the lights at 10 o'clock.' " 'All right, sir,' said the young man. 'l'll be careful not to come around before that time.'" —Buffalo Enquirer. Appreciated. "You bet," says the man from the Chilkoot pass, "there never was a paper that was hailed with as much joy as that copy of yours that had all that ar ticle about alcohol in patent medi cines." "I am very glad to hear from such a far-away corner of the earth that my efforts have been appreciated," says the editor of the journal which has published the article referred to. "It was all the goods—it sure cheered the boys up; an' here's a subscription from every one of them in return. Why, say, podner, when your paper come to town it was just two days after Two-Toothed Tompkins had broke through the ice with his whole winter stock of whisky, an' if we hadn't found out about them medicines bein' good to drink we'd a' had togo dry all winter. An" bein' as I own the drug store you can see how thank ful I feel to'rds you."—Judge. Keynote of Piety. There are people forever in search of happiness who never find it. Happi ness oftenest comes by indirection. You are intent on duty and are sur prised to find you have stumbled on more than you sought. To make hap piness the end of your seeking is an easy way not to find it. The search for happiness is like the search for the end of the rainbow; it recedes as you advance. You cannot capture it. Af ter all your planning you will have to give up the pursuit and content your self with following the plain and plod ding path of duty, and to find your joy in fidelity to conscience and in obedience to the divine will. In attain ing this blessing imitate the boatman, who directs his from above the point of destination, and so makes sure of it. Aim at something higher than hap piness, and higher will be pure to in clude the lower. —Detroit Free Press. iii'Uhw;' <1 <'oll feHNion. Just as a certain Sunday'school of the town was about to be dismissed the other day, a little girl with roguish eyes sat up in her scat of the back row and took notice "Teacher," said she with the gravest expression, "w hich is riglit, 'I is a fo«d' or 'i m a fool'?" Teach'- looked both grieved and sur prised nnd replied on the instant, "I am a fool' Is right my dear!" Where upon the whole school passed from tit ters to the loudest of unrestrained ui« r rimuut Leaistua, (Mo.) Journal. THE POINT OF THE PROVERB An old proverb advises the shoe maker to stick to his last. It means ] that a man always succeeds best at 1 the business he knows. To the farmer it means, stick to your plow; to the blacksmith, stick to your forge; to the painter, stick to your brush. When we make experiments out of our line they are likely to prove expen sive failures. It is amusing, however, to remark how every one of us secretly thinks he could do some other fellow's work ■ better than the other fellow himself. The painter imagines he can make paint better than the paint manufac turer; the farmer thinks ho can do j a job of painting better, or at least cheaper than the painter, and so on. A farm hand in one of Octave Thanet's stories tells the Walking Delegate of the Painters' Union, "Any body can slather paint;" and the old line painter tells the paint salesman, ; "None of your ready made mixtures for me; I reckon I ought to know how to mix paint." The farm hand is wrong and the painter is wrong: "Shoemaker, stick to your last." The "fancy farmer" : can farm, of course, but it is an ex pensive amusement. If it strikes him j as pleasant to grow strawberries at fifty cents apiece, or to produce eggs that cost him five dollars a dozen, it is a form of amusement, to be sure, if he can afford it, but it's not farm ing. If the farmer likes to slosh around with a paint brush and can af ford the time and the expense of hav ing a practical painter do the job right pretty soon afterward, it's a harmless form of amusement. If the painter's customers can afford to stand for paint that comes off in half ( the time it should, they have a perfect right to indulge his harmless vanity ! about his skill in paint making. But I in none of these cases does the shoe maker stick to his last. There is just one class of men in ! the world that knows how to make | paint properly and have the facilities for doing it right; and that is the paint manufacturers —the makers of ' the standard brands of ready-prepared paints. The painter mixes paints; the paint manufacturer grinds them, together. In a good ready-prepared paint every particle of one kind of ! pigment is forced to join hands with a particle of another kind and every bit of solid matter is forced, as it were, to open its mouth and drink in | its share of linseed oil. That is the only way good paint can be made, and ! if the* painter knew how to do it he has nothing at hand to do it with. A paint pot and a paddle are a poor substitute for power-mixers, buhr-mills and roller-mills. The man who owns a building and neglects to paint it as often as it needs paint Is only a degree more ; short-sighted than the one who tries ! to do his own painting or allows the 1 painter to mix his paint for him. P. O. ONE UNVIOLATED RULE. Club Servitor Had Seen Them All Broken Into Bits, Save That One. i A certain club, the name of which | need not be mentioned, has strict reg ulations against gambling, relates the American Spectator. A quartette of club members decid ed to break the rule by a game of | poker for small stakes, so they ad- j j journed to one of the small rooms and I told an old servant to bring a pack of I cards. | When he brought them one of the ' j members asked: "John, I suppose it ! | would be something utterly new -in i this club if we were to do such a thing j j as play for money with these cards?" j I The negro scratched his head and 1 deliberated, finally answering: "Boss, I'se been wiv dis club a long time, and I'se seen many things." "Yes, but what have you spen?" "I've seen ebry rule of dis cluT) vl'latt*d 'ceptin' one." "What is that one?" "De rule 'gainst gibbin' tips to do servants." TWiCE-TOLD TESTIMONY. A Woman Who Has Suffered Tells \ How to Find Belief. I The thousands of women who suffer j backache, languor, urinary disorders 1111(1 other kidney ills, will find com fort in the words j M rs - Jane Far roll, of COO Ocean N. J., who says: | /fj'j&m \~3 r ~~ ' * reiterate all I MMW® have sa,d before in Y~W praise of Doan'3 ; iSwSB Sfeifv? Kidney Pills. I had | been having heavy backache and j my general health was affected when I began Vising them. My feet were | : swollen, my eyes puffed, and dizzy | spells' were frequent. Kidney action j was irregular and the secretions high- j ly colored. To-day, however, I am a 1 well woman, and I am confident that 1 Doan's Kidney Pills have made me so, and are keeping me well." Sold by all dealer-i. f>o cents a box. Foster-Mllburn Co., Buffalo. N. Y. reduction by Analogy. "Mamma, I'so got a stomach ache," j said Nelly illy, six years old. "That's because you've been with out lunch. It's because your stomach b wnpty. Ton wwM M letter if j you had something in It." That afternoon the paHtor cillMr 1 end in the cout.'e of conversation, re marked that he it a I been Buffering all j day with a very h vere h«»a laehe. "That's hi cause it is empty," .-aid I 1 Nellie. Vou'd feel much be:»er if | you had our thing la It."—American j Spectator. LIVE STOCK C_,3 € ( J) A WOOL-TYING BOX. Convenient Device Which Aids the Small Shipper in Market ing His Wool. A very useful device for tying fleeces In a compact bundle is hown in 11- ! lustration. It is made of one-inch ! boards hinged together on a central ! square piece. This is one foot square | and the sides a are three feet long at /tN 112 *»T A i . - L. . r .b. * now WOOL TYING BOX IS MAUK. the bottom and 14 inches at the top. The pieces b are cut one foot square. To use the box, explains the Farm end Home, strings are laid across, as shown by dotted lines. Then the fleece Is placed upon the center piece and the edges folded in. The two sides, a, ; are drawn upright in position and : then the two sides, b, are forced up ward and in until they are perpen dicular. The small clamp, c, inay then be hooked over the sides to hold , them solid. The fleece may then be brought down into the box and the string* tied. It makes a compact bun ; die and leaves the wool even upon the outside. A GOOD COW. Story of One Animal of Jersey Strain Who Paid Her Owner a Good Profit. A dairyman who does not own many j cows, and those good ones, recently | gave the following figures concerning one of his cows, a pure-bred Jersey, to ; the Ohio Farmer. Her first calf was dropped in 1897—• ; a heifer —now a valued member of the herd. Her next calf came in 1898, with a successor each year up to the pres | ent, making nine calves in all. Three | were females and six males. The heif- I ers have been retained in the herd and the bulls sold at an average of SSO each. Valuing the heifers at the same, | the nine calves represent an earning iof $360. With her second calf she | made a test of 280 pounds of milk in seven days, churning 14 pounds, four ounces of butter. Her average milk yield has been 7,500 pounds, sold to a creamery at an average of $1.20 per | 100 pounds, an aggregate for eight j years of $720. Adding the value of th 9 I calves to the amount received for milk, I her gross earnings amount to SI,OBO. i These figures are very eloquent for the good special purpose cow, but were not j given to me, nor do I record them, as ! anything extraordinary. An annual yield of 7,500 pounds of five per cent, milk, while indicating a cow of great merit does not raise her above thou sands of other good cows. She has broken no records but she has kept the faith. She has always had good care, good feed and plenty of it. She ; has been given a chance. She is a cow of robust constitution, a great feeder, a strong milker and a reliable : breeder. * 1 Her feed had been the ordinary feed of the herd. Pasture and soiling crops In summer, corn silage, mixed hay, corn meal, wheat bran and oil meal in winter. She has never been fed ex cessively, but has never gone hungry nor in any way known abuse. THE LIVE STOCK. Poor fences make good Jumpers. Clean cows result from proper stab ling. Feed, from the hand of the master, fattens. The new stable should have several windows. The cow holds her own in all kinds of times. Anything Irregular affects the per centage of butter fats. If the horse has sore shoulders, it Is a pretty sure sign that his collar does not fit him. A new milker will at first get iesa milk from a cow than one to whom the animal is accustomed. Culls and ewes that do not own or rear their lambs properly, may be turned off in the same way. Old sheep should now be separated from the rest of tHe flock and given extra care. They can be improved in flesh and sent to market, where some return can be realized from them.— I'arm Journal. If you keep three or more cows it will pay you to have a cream sep arator. Before buying, send for the catalogue of all the makes you find advertised. It will pay you to Inves tigate ibis qrest'on. Every man that has a large number of hogs should endeavor to give them ii good pasture. Too many breeders are contented with a hog pasture that Is covered with native grasses only. Clovers and blue grass makj a good pasture foi swine. Science in Hog Raising. The fact that we hove been ahle f> maU:- money out of h< s ev n with tho niort un i it nttflc methods of breeding an 1 care is proof that under nrop r condition* tho hog will ina-o his own er rich. Scientific n anagcmi nt means the care of swine to keep away dl« sea i obtain «arly maturity anil keep up the natural tccucdlty yt tho Bitlitt.
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