Why the Cows Came Late.
Crimson sunset burning
O'or the tree fringod hills,
Golden are the meadows,
Ruby flashed the rills,
Quiet in the farmhouse,
Homo the farmer hies ;
But his wife is watching,
Shading anxious eyes,
While she lingers with her pail boaide the
barnyard gate,
Wondering why hor Jenny and tho cows como
home so latel
Jenny, brown-eyed maiden,
Wandered down the lane;
That was ere the daylight
Had begun to wane.
Deeper grow the shadows;
Circling swallows cheep j
Katydids are calling;
Mists o'er meadows creep.
Still the mothor shades her eyes beside th 0
barnyard gate,
And wonders where her Jenny and tho cows
can be so late I
Loving sounds are falling,
Homeward now at last
Speckle, Bess and Brindle
Through the gate have passed;
Jenny, sweetly blushing,
Jamie, grave and shy,
Take the pails from mother,
Who stands silent by.
Not one word is spoken as that mother shuts
the gate,
But now she knows why Jenny and the cows
oamo so late.
—John lleynlon, in Our Continent.
The Chest of Drawers.
" Married I" said Mrs. Bubble
"married I And without neither wed
ding cake or new bonnet, nor so much
as a neighbor called in to witness the
ceremony! And to Abel Jones, as is
as poor as poverty itself! Mary, I never
could have believed it of you I"
Pretty Mary Bubble's brown eyes
sparkled, half with exultation, half
with vague fear.
"It was out in Squire Larkins' gar
den, mother," said she. " Squire Lark
ins was there, and Miss Jennie Wyn
ward, and Mr. Hall. Abel was shingling
the icehouse roof, and he said it must
be now or never, because he couldn't
endure the suspense. And the squire
is a justice of the peace, and I've got a
certificate, all legal and right—see,
mother 1 And as for being poor, why
Abel has his trade, and no one can deny
that he is an industrious, temperate
•young man; and please, mother,"fling
ing both arms around the old ladv's
neck, "if you forgive me for disobey
ing you this once, I never, never will
do it again!"
So Mrs. Bubble—although to use
her own words she never could gfet
over the mortification of having a
daughter married by a "justice of the
peace" finally forgave bright-eyed
Mary, and consented that Abel Jones
should set up his shop at the foot of
the farm lane, there to commence the
conflict of life.
" Though I'm quite sure," said Mrs.
Bubble, "that he never will earn his
living; and I did hope, Mary, you
would have married some one who
eould at least have cleared the mort
gage off the old place."
But Abel and Mary were happy.
Where Youth and Love are sitting in
life's sunshine, old Croesus is one too
many. Let him go his way; who cares
for him ?
" We shall get along," said Abel.
"Of course we shall get along," said
Mary.
And thus matters stood when Mrs.
Bquire Larkins, with a young friend in
floanced white muslin, stopped at the
Bubble farmhouse to drink a glass of
milk and eat some of Mrs. Bubble's
cherry shortcake.
" I hope the bride is well," said Mrs.
Larkins, laughing.
"Tol'able, thank you," said Mrs.
Bubble. "She's gone up to Deacon
Faraday's to get their recipe for makin'
soft-soap. Abel's well, too, thankee.
He's in the shop, now, at work. ■ His
hammer is sort o' company for me, when
I set here alone. I don't deny as he's
a decent young man enough, if he
wasn't as poor as Job's turkey I And
with Mary's face, and her term at board
ing-school, she'd ought to done better."
" What a beautiful old ohest of
drawers," cried Miss Wynward, ecstat
ically. "W. tt lovely brass ornaments!
And what picturesque claw legs I"
"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Larkins. "It
is over a hundred years old. Every
body has heard of Mrs. Bubble's antique
ehest of drawers 1"
"Oh, ma'am, it ain't the same," said
Mrs. Bubble. "It ain't the old one at
all. I sold the old one a month ago."
" Sold it I" echoed Mrs. Squire Lark
ins.
"I didn't want to sell it," said Mro.
Babble, looking imploringly over the
edge of her speotaole glasses.. "It was
given to me, you know, ma'am, when
my father's estate was settled up, and
the old famitoor was divided. My
brother John's wife she wanted ' The
Death of Jonathan,' in a gilt frame, with
oord and tassels; so she says, says she :
" 'Sophiar, you can take the old ohist
o' draw's.'
" And I knew I was beln' cheated
then; but, la 1 what's the use of trouble
among one's relations ? So says I:
"•Have it your own way, Abigail
Ann.'
"And she took home 'The Death of
Jonhthan,' and I took the ohist of
draw's. And Abel he fixed it np dread
ful nice with a little sandpaper and
varnish, and it was handy to keep old
letters and samples of patchwork and
paper patterns in. But when that fine
yonng lady from the city, as is boarding
at Doctor Holloway's, offered me twen
ty-five dollars for it, it seemed a wicked
sin to refuse so much money, so I sold
it. And John's wife, she couldn't
hardly believe her ears when she heard
tell of it. And she says, says she :
"'Sophiar, don't you suppose you
could sell 'The Death of Jonathan' for
the same money ?'
" And I knew just how she felt, and
I wasn't a bit sorry for her, for she al
ways was a graspin' thing. But after it
had gone away in Doctor Holloway's
wagon I began to miss it, and I fairly
set dewn and cried. And Abel, he
says:
"'Cheer up, mother,' says he. 'l'll
make you another one just like it I'
"And so he did. Aud there it is,"
added Mrs. Bubble, with honest pride,
"and you'd never know but it was the
same old chist o' draw's. He's darkened
it down, and 'iled it up, and turned
out olaw legs, and beat out a set of old
brasses to cover the keyholes, until you
never would know the difference. Aud
I'm just as well satisfied as I was be
fore."
So Mrs. Bubble put on her things
and went to the sewing society when
Mrs. Larkins and Miss Wynward wore
gone, so that there was no one in the
big, airy kitchen when Professor El
dred and his two daughters—maiden
ladies of an unchronicled age—alight
ed from their open box-wagon and
stopped in for a drink of water.
There was the well, under the
bowery apple-blossoms at the back;
and there was the gourd-shell lying in
the grass beside the sweep; and the
cleanly-scrubbed kitcheD floor, with its
rag rugs at the doors ; and the anoient
clock ticking away in its corner; and
the old chest of drawers between the
two windows.
" Pa," cried Miss Etheldreda El
dred, putting up her eye-glasses, "whs*
a lovely piece of workmanship!"
"Qaito medieval 1" sighed Miss JEr
mengarde. "We must have this old
Revolutionary relio in our drawing
room, pa!"
The professor stared around him.
" There's nobody to ask the price of,
my dear," said he.
"That's just like pal" said Ethel
dreda. "Don't you hear somebody
hammering somewhero ? There's a car
penter-shop just down the lane. Go
and inquire—do!"
Abel Jones was working diligently
away at a stepladder, when the pro
fessor's bald head was thrust into his
shop.
"Eh?'' said Abel, looking very
handsome in his shirtsleeves and ik
scarlet necktie.
"I wish you a good-morning, sir!"
said the professor, politely.
"Same to you, sir 1" said Abel.
"I wish," said the professor, "to in
quire the price of that beautiful old
brass mounted chest of drawers in
the kitchen of the house yonder. My
daughters—"
"No prioe at all, sir," said Abel.
" It ain't for sale."
" If a liberal remuneration, sir, would
be any inducement to you—"
" Not for sale," good-humoredly re
peated Abel. " Nothing would induce
my mother-in-law to part with it."
" An old family relic, eh?" remarked
the professor.
"Exactly," said Abel.
And he went on hammering, and
whistling the tune of "Robin Adair,"
while the professor made his way back
through the priokly hedge of goose
berry-bushes and black currants.
Half an hour afterward Mary, the
pretty first cause of all Abel Jones'
romantic adventures, ran into the shop.
They had been married for over three
months now, but Abel's smilo of wel
come was no less bright than it had
been in the days of the honeymoon.
" Bless me, Pally !" said he. "What
is the matter ? Yon look half scared to
death 1"
" And no wonder," said Mary.
" There have been burglars at the
house. Mother's chest of drawers is
gone!"
" What 1" shouted Abel.
" And those were left under one of
the volumes of 'Barnes' Notes on the
Gospel'on the kitchen table I" breath
lessly added Mary, displaying five ten
dollar bills in the palm of her hand.
" Upon—my—word I" said Abe,
"It's the old fellow with the bald head,
Polly, and the spectacles, you may de
pend upon it. I thought he looked
like au old furniture dealer."
Alas, poor Abel! not to be able to
discriminate between a second-hand
storekeeper and the professor of toi
thetics and belles lettres in Higley
university ! But such is life f
"But it's stealingf cried Mary
breathlessly.
"Wei, not exactly," said Abel,
laughing. "The old thing in itseli
wasn't worth ten dollars. ' If thej
choose to value it at fifty, why it ain'l
bad for us in the light of a pecuniary
transaction, eh, Polly?"
" But what will mother say?" pleaded
Mary.
"I've got another one nearly finished,"
said Abel. " I was meaning to sell it
to Mrs. Hartingtcn, but I'll just set it
up in the old place, and mother will
never care whether it's number one or
number two that is there."
So that when Mrs. Bubble came home
from the sewing society Abel was just
setting up a new chest of drawers, and
Mary eagerly related to her the tale ol
the burglary, for so she still persisted
in calling it.
"Well, I never 1" said Mrs. Bubble.
" Fifty and twenty-five makes seventy
five. I'm glad I didn't take the ' Death
of Jonathan!'"
"This means business," said Abel to
himself.
And be set diligently to work tc
manufacture still other duplicates oi
the "chist o' draw's," staining them a
dark, rich brown, and beating out odd,
shell-shaped decorations to complete
the illusion. And when the curiosity
hunters came up the solitary road, em
bowered in elms, where it required con.
siderable engineering for one load of
hay to pass another, Abel sat whistling
on his dooi-step, ready to drive a bar*
gain.
"Any old furniture or antiques tc
sell?" the hunter would blandly in.
quire.
" Not a stick 1" said Abel, and then
after a minute's blank silence on the
part of the pioneers of the {esthetic, he
would add: "Unless you'd like to look
at this 'ere chist o' draw's as I've just
tinkered up. I can't say up and down,
you know, as it's old; but then it is.
You can look for yourselves. There
ain't no date on it. I don't care whether
I sell it or not. Nor yet I don't put
no price on it. I ain't none of your bar
gain drivers. If you like it pay what
you think is right; if you don't, why
there ain't no harm done 1"
So that no less than seven editions of
the chest of drawers were sold before
the season was over. They became the
fashion. Every person who bought one
had a vague hope of having something
a little different from his neighbors.
And some of them have never yet ceased
looking for hidden treasuree, old papers
or outlawed wills among the pigeon
holes and compartments.
And when the season ended and the
city boarders went back to their brick
and-mortar wilderness Abel bought
his mother-in-law a plethoric pocket
book.
" Three hundred and sixty-five dol
lars, mother," said ho. " Enough to
pay off the last installment of the mort
gage on the old farm. We conldn't
have made more money than that if
we'd kept a houseful of boarders, as
Polly wanted to do. But I don't mean
Polly to be at the beck and call of a
dozen fine ladies, and work her roses
off, not while I'm able to work for
her."
And the report of Abel Jones' good
luck spread far and wide through all
the country side. Mrs. Hopper, the
" Abigail Ann " of Mrs. Bubble's leg
endary reminiscences, heard the great
news and drove down from Plum Hill
to inquire into it.
" If it's truo as you've fouud five hun
dred dollars," said she, dolefully, " in
that old ohist o'draw's, it's the law as
all the heirs should divide equally,
Hophiar Bubble."
"But it ain't true," said Mrs. Bubble.
"Oh," said Mrs. Hopper, " I told my
husband as it was all a made-up storyl"
" Not that exactly, neither,"said Mrs.
Bubble, laughing.
And then she related the precise cir
cumstances of the case.
Mrs. Hopper drew a long breath.
" I wish I hadn't ohose the ' Death of
Jonathan,'" said she, "The cord broke
last week, and it fell down and smashed
my best set of china. I never had no
luck with it"
"And served you right for your
greed and rapacity I" said Abel Jones,
sotto voce, to Mary, who, in the next
room, was helping him to varnish a sot
of hanging shelves.
" Hush sh shl" whispered Mary.
While old Mrs. Bubble smiled and
remarked sagely that "nobody never
knew exaotly how things was goin' to
turn out."
" But," she added, wiping her speo
tacle glioses, "that ohist o' draw's oer
tainly did bring me good luck. It's
paid off the last of the old mortgage,
nd laid in a stock o' real black walnut
for Abel to work with, and got a navy
blue cashmere for Mary. And if that
ain't luok I don't know what is."—
Helen Forrest Graces.
\ A gentleman who has lived in Wy
oming speaks particularly of the uni
versal respect paid to women at the
polls. He has seon women of the high
est respeotabiiity and refinment walk
up to the polls in the presence of soorea
of red-shirted miners and ranchers, who
would 'lear the way and treat them
with tne greatest deference and respect*
LADIES' DEPARTMENT.
Hints for Making Dreasos at Home.
Woolen dresses are made with the
deep jersey or the coat basque; the
pointed bodioe is reserved for more
dressy toilets, and it is outlined with
folds of trimming, whioh form a sash
in the same or a contrasting color; or
in colors, whioh appear in the figure of
the fabrio of which the dress is com
posed.
Basque bodioes are very fashionable
finished with two collars—one narrow
and standing, the other flat and cut off
square, as in the " Gilda" basque. The
insertion of a square shirring; or fine
knife plaiting in the casement opening
at the neck is favored for prinoesse
dresses, because it gives a dressy effect
without much trouble and is almost
universally becoming, except to very
stout figures. Shirred bodioes are less
employed than last year, partly because
of the difficulty of making them sty
lishly and so as to produce a good
effect. They are still seen occasionally,
however, and look better in washing
materials on slender young girls, who
can belt them in with ribbons, and who
are improved by the fullness and the
additional breadth given to the shoul
deis.
It is important to romomber that
basques and bodices of all kinds can
hardly be cut too high upon the
shoulder, and that tho sleeve requires
them to bo equally well rounded in on
the front of the arm. It is quite com
mon to see dresses made at home or by
inferior dressmakers, the effect of which
is spoiled by the bad shape of the arm
hole ; just at the top, where the highest
part of the sleeve touohes the shoulder
seam, it will form an almost abrupt
point, simply because the sides are not
well cut in and rounded. The result
is disastrous, not only ruining the out
line of tho arm but creating a mass of
wrinkles, leaving an ungraceful breadth
at the back, and a want of ease as well
as smoothness in the fit of the front.
The modern dress sleeve is shaped like
the ooat sleeve, and the dress, like the
ooat, is narrowed by the sleeve extend
ing over the top of the shoulder.
Sleeves should be adapted to their
purpose; fanoy " elbow" and half
long sleeves are absurd for the useful,
every-day dresses of young Amazons,
whose muscular development cannot
always be enoased in pink silk mitts or
long tan-colored gloves.
Ntw and Note* for Women
The New York Advertiser knows of a
soman who has only two dresses per
fear and yet always looks neat and
stylißh.
Mrs. Mary Jones, who molded bul
lets for General Jackson's army at the
battle of New Orleans, died at Baton
Rouge recently.
Mrs. Taylor, widow of the twelfth
President, is a plump, well-preserved
woman wi th bright blue eyes, a pleasant
face and silvery hair.
Miss Helen Gladstone, daughter of
the premier, has accepted the vice-prin
cipalship of Newnham college, in place
of Mrs. Sedgwick, who will resign in
October,
Mrs. Lincoln's wedding ring was
buried with her. It was of plain etrus
can gold, bearing on the inside the in
scription: "A. L. to Mary, Nov. 4, 1842.
Love is eternal."
r The California State Medioal society
began the admission of dootors without
regard to sex in 1855, and women are
now admitted by sixteen State soci
eties, inoluding those of New York and
Pennsylvania.
In the Union Tolegraph building,
corner Dey street and Broadway, New
York, 600 operators and clerks are em
ployed, being divided into relief gangs,
so that the work never ceases. A .large
pertion of this force is oomposed of
young women. The best operators re
ceive $ll5 per month, and all work en
tirely by ear.
Of nine hnndred and eighty women
who are this year pursuing the higher
courses of education in St. Petersburg,
five hundred and twenty-one study
physios and mathematics, and only four
hundred and seventeen literature ; six
hundred and ten are of noble origin,
and seven hundred and seventy-four
profess orthodox faith.
Fashion Note*.
Tailor-cut Jackets remain in favor.
Jerseys are again in favor with some.
Gold brooade will again be in vogue.
Amerioan pongees have found much
favor.
Esthetic styles seem to be gaining
ground.
New evening taffeta silks show chine
effects.
The carnation is a favorite flower in
London.
Velvet is used for trimming taffeta
silk dresses.
Oheoked taffeta silks in delioate colors
are muoh worn.
Many ohildren wear Turkey red calico
;at the seaside.
Tan-colored slippers, ornamented
with tiny buckles, are made to match
the tan-colored Suede gloves that are
worn with light evening dresses.
Alpacas and mohairs will be muoh
worn this winter.
English straw turbans never go en
tirely out of vogue.
It is said that the first fall dresses are
made of a single material.
India foulards make pretty, bright
and serviceable seaside dresses.
Quaint blendings of color appear in
the now checked and chine taffeta silks.
Malachite, topaz and aqua marine
jewelry are becoming fashionable again.
Broad ribbon sashes are worn by the
million, from the child of one year to
the matron of sixty,
Fale blue or pale pink muslin dresses
dispute the majority with sprigged and
polka-dotted patterns.
Hugo cabbage roses aro worn upon
the bonnet, at the top of the parasol,'
and as corsage flowers.
The half fitting prineesso dress, with
its superimposed draperies, flounces
and trimmings, holds its ground for
children's toilets.
White pique waitcoats, with collars
rolling over the velvet or cloth collar of
tailor-made jackets, are much worn by
young girls on the other side.
Light ecru canvas boots and shoes,
foxed with yellow leather, are worn for
mountain climbing, and also do duty
for lawn tennis and croquet wear.
Flowers are not worn as head-dresses
this season. The hair is left entirely
without ornament or else it has a small
aigrette of feathers on the left side.
Some of the most elegant toilets diss
played at Newport are those of dark
satin merveilleux trimmed with the new
ficelle embroidery wrought in designs
of guipure lace.
Two bouffant puffs edge the short
antique basques of French dresses.
The skirt below is laid in broad hollow
plaits that are confined by gathered
cords across the hips.
Lunph-cloth, whereby to make bright
and pioturesque a lawn party, is in the
new, elegant shade of cardinal, with
gold brocaded borderlngs and deep
fringe of the same yellow hue.
Kisses on Interest.
An exchange says that the following
thoughtful advice was given by a father
to his careless daughter : " I want to
speak to you of your mother. It may
be that you have noticed a careworn
look upon her face lately. Of coarse
it has not been brought there by any
act of yours, still it is your duty to
chase it away. I want you to get up
to-morrow morning and get breakfast,
when your mother comes and begins to
express her surprise, go right up to her
and kiss her in the mouth. You can't
imagine how it will brighten her dear
faoe. Besides you owe her a kiss or
two. Away back when you were a little
girl she kissed you when no one else
was tempted by your fever-tainted
breath and swollen face. You were not
as attractive then as you are now.
And through those years of ohildish
sunshine and shadows she was always
ready to cure, by the magio of a moth
er's kiss, the little, dirty, chubby hands,
whenever they were injured in those
first skirmishes with the rough old
world. And then the midnight kiss
with whioh she routed so many bad
dreams as she leaned above your rest
less pillow, have all been on interest
these long, long years. Of oourse she
is not so pretty and kissable as you are,
but if you had done your share of work
during the last ten years the contrast
would not have been so marked. Her
faoe has more wrinkles than yours, far
more, and yet if you were siok that
faoe would appear more beautiful
an angel's as it hovered over you,
watching every opportunity to minister
to your every comfort, and every one of
those wrinkles would seem to be wave
lets of bright sunshine ohaaing each
other over the dear face."
Shot Down by a Zealous Sentry.
A St. Petersburg letter says: The fol
lowing aooonnt of a sad aooident, which
is said to have ocourred last Saturday at
PeterhofF, is oircnlating here, though I
cannot vouch for its absolute truth:
The emperor was out walking in the
park, and for some reason or other be
came interested in the motions of
several workmen, or fcWfeftm,
were at work at some distanoe off. His
majesty appears to have beckoned to
one of the workmen 1o come up to him,
intending to speak to the man and per
haps ask some questions. The workman
notiood the sign, threw down his tools
and ran toward the emperor.
When only a step or two from his
majesty's person he fell dead at the
csar's feet, shot dead by a sentinel
olose at hud, who had not seen the
emperor call the man, and who had
imperative orders to Are on any strang
ers approaching the emperor, His msj
esty, it is said, helped to lift up the
body, and showed the bitterest grief.
The wife and family of the unfortunate
man are to be thoroughly oared for.
Our chief want in life is somebody
who shall make us do what we oar*
This is the servioe of a friend.
Seels.
A wonderful thing is a seed—
The one thing deathless forever !
The one thing changeless-utterly Irue-
Forever old, forever new,
And fickle and faithless never.
Plant blessings, and blessings will bloom ;
Plant hate, and hate will grow '
fou can sow to-day—to-morrow shall bring
The blossom that proves what sort of a thing
Is the seed—the seed that you sow.
PUNUL.NT PARAMBPAHS.
A new fabric for ladies' wear has re
cently been placed npon the market,
called "cheese cloth." Wo should think
it would be quite durable—and strong,
All attempts to invent a spark arrester
for locomotives have failed, simply be
cause no genius has thought of tying a
pretty woman on top of the smokestack.
A hat flirtation is the latest idiocy
among the girls. There is no way that
a man oan wear a hat that doesn't mean
something, and the only way you're
safe is to go bareheaded,
A lady at Long Branch has had suoh
luck in bringing about engagements
between young people that It is gen
erally believed she has worked in a
match factory at some time in her life.
They don't have rains out West. A
cloud just saunters up and examines a
town and then collapses right over it.
Nobody escapes but the newspaper re
porters and the book agents.— Atlanta
Constitution.
A teacher was explaining fractions to
a rather dull boy. " Now, suppose
you and your little sister were under a
tree, and you found peach, and you
wanted her to have as much as you, how
would yon go about it ?" " Shake down
another peach out of the tree, and give
her the littlest one."
And now the festive mosquito raiseth
the old scratch.
Miss Smith, the great artiit, attended a ball,
Where, when she was known, she was stared
at by all;
And some person said, with a very bad grace,
That ho knew she could paint by the looks ot
her face.
N. P. Willis once said: "The sweet
est thing in life is the unclouded wel
come of a wife." This is true, indeed;
but when her welcome is clouded with
an atmosphere of angry words and coal
scuttles, there is something about it
that makes a man want to go out in the
woodshed and sleep on the ice-chest.
It is stated that you cau tell a man' B
weight by the sound of his footfall; but
this can not be 80, because a young man
who recently read the paragraph sized
up the weight of his girl's father. He
thought, by his footfall, he must weigh
about a hundred and ten pounds ; but
one night, when the old man kicked
him so hard at the door that he didn't
touch the stoop going down, he came
to the conclusion that the kicker
weighed as much as a safe.
It is said that if you have presence
of mind enough to face a raging ball
and look straight into his eyes he is
powerless to do you harm. We tried
this experiment once and fonnd it
worked admirably. The fierce animal
tore the ground with his feet and bel
lowed with all his might; but some
thing seemed to hold him back like
magic and he did us no injury. Per
haps we ought to add, in order to be
oorrect historically, that the bull was
on the other side of the fenoe. We
never try an experiment of that kind
without taking the proper precautions
beforehand.
A Farmer's Matchmaking.
A short time ago a farmer, who gave
his name as Amos Miller, of German
town, N. Y., oalled at Oastle Garden,
New York, and said : "I will give $25
a month and full board to a man and
wife who will come to work on my
farm." There were no married oonplee
at the Garden. Miller asked permis
sion to speak to some of the applicants
for employment. This was allowed,
and soon after the match-making farmer
indnoed a tall, fine-looking " German
named Adam Horner to join his life and
fortune with a comely German girl
named Bosina Haeffner, both of whom
hail from Westerheim, Baden.
groom, who is twenty-foor years old,
had for his best man Captain Bernhardt,
and the bride, who is eighteen, was
given away by matron Esslinger, and
pastor Berkemeir tied the nnptial knot.
The young couple had never before
spoken to each other. Farmer Miller,
who appeared elated at his snooess at
matohmaking, gave the groom a $5
note to " put up the beer," as ha ex
pressed it. After the oeremony about
half-a-dozen persons of the two sexes
asked Captain Bernhardt if he would
kindly remember them the next oppor
tunity, and " give them a show when
ever married oouples were wanted on
farms."
Making hay when the sun shines is an
easy matter, but a showery season, as a
rule, brings disaster, and making haj
without the sun has long been a picb*
lem agriculturists have been trying t
wive. In England, where the question
of harvesting crops in bed weather, is
one of the highest agricultural import
ance, a number of methods have been
introduced which differ from the usual
practices.