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HENRY. A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPEEANDUM. Two Dollars' per Annum.
VOL. VIII. KIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, APBIL 25, 1878. 0 1-
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Songs Unsung.
'Til not the harp's wild string alone,
Whcwe mnric charms the ravished breast (
The thought of a remembered tone.
The singing of a bird that's flown,
Oft fill us with a doop nnrest
Which mnsio's most consummate art
Can never waken in the heart.
Within the muster's teeming brain
What chord has swelled, what anthom striven,
Struggled for utterance in vain,
Cried ont for life, but died again
Unknown but to its native heaven i
And left the mourning sons of earth
To find above its perfect birth t
Within each separate human soul
Live melodies that sweeter are
Than those which solemn organs roll,
Or silver-tongued singers troll,
Or morning star crips out to star ;
But, chilled by the dark world's eclipse,
The; die before they reaoh the lips.
CLOVER.
Bessie Moore was out in her father's
pasture, beck of the barn, picking black
berries, when she was startled by the
blast of a horn. A look of anxiety came
over her Bweet face as she ran qnickly
and climbed the fence to pee if Mr. Thy
son, the "meat-man," who blew his
horn twice a week to announce his com
ing, was to stop. She watched the
horses climbing the hill; nnd when she
saw her mother come to the back door
and swing a towel she threw herself on
- the ground and sobbed as though her
heart would break. Sue knew full well
that it was not to buy meat that her
mother had signaled for Mr. Thy son to
stop, for, although she was but ten
years old, she was aware of the fact that
there was no money with which to buy
it. Oh, no I She realized that the event
she bad been dreadiDg so long was to
happen now that her pet calf, Clover,
her only playmate, so white and so fond
of her, was to be Eold. Week after week
sho had heard her parents discuss the
subject of gelling Clover, but week after
week they had heard the butcher's horn
blow and had let the wagon go by. Jiut
affairs had been coming to a crisis lately.
Her father, who had been sick all sum
mer, was still too feeble to work, and the
small stock of money ho had saved was
rapidly going. She knew that he could
not afford to feed the calf through the
winter, and she know that Mr. Thyson
wanted her and had i ffered a large price
for her. Mr. Thyson was a man who
wanted to possess all the rarest speci
mens of cattle, and he had been very
anxious to buy this calf, which was said
to be the handsomest creature in color
and shape, ever seen in Loudoun county.
He was a selfish man, withal, and was
very ready to take advantage of Mr.
Moore's misfortunes to get her. He was
known throughout the county as a man
who always got the best of a bargain,
who thought more of making money
than of anything else, and who never
worried himself about Ins neighbors
troubles or felt it his duty to share or
relievo them. He had one child, a boy
abont fourteen years old, named Tom,
and he was determined if possible, to
teach him to be as shrewd in business
matters as himself; bnt so far Tom bad
not shown much progress in that direc
tion. He often went with his father as
he rode through the country with his
meat, and was advised by him to "watch
sharp," for he would soon be old enough
to take the business himself. And Tom
did " watch sharp," and his large brown
eyes grew moist with tears to see his
father take Bessie's calf away, for he
knew how Bessie loved Clover, and that
it was only necessity that made Mr.
Moore sell her. Meantime Bessie had
climbed the pasture fence and crept
quietly behind the barn, where, through
a big crack, she saw and heard all that
passed. Then, as the wagon turned to
go out of the yard, sho went back, and,
running across the pasture with all her
might, climbed the fence on the other
side, ran along the rood to the corner
which she knew the wagon must pass,
and waited for it. As she saw it coming
she waved her hand for it to stop, and
in u trembling voice cried:
" Oh, please stop a minute. I want
to ask you something."
Mr. Thyson drew np his horses,
wondering what child it was in such
apparent distress, for he didn't recognize
Bessie at first, as, in her haste to reach
the turn in the road before the wagon
came along, she hod fallen down in the
dust, and then, wiping her tears with
her stained hands, had smeared her face
so as to be hardly recognizable. Her
long, flaxen hair was blowing in every
direction, aud her hat was lying on the
other side of the pasture fence, where it
bad fallen when she climbed over.
"Oh, please, please, Mr. Thyson,"
she screamed, " you won't kill my' calf,
will you ?"
"Father," said Tom, " that's Bessie
Moore. Why, Bessie, what's the mat
ter?" " Oh, I am so afraid your father will
kill my Clover. You don't know how I
love her, and I can't help crying;" and
here the poor child broke down, and
sobbed bitterly. Then, as she saw Mr.
Thyson draw np the reins to start, she
continued :
"Perhaps if papa gets well he can buy
her back, you know. So you won't kill
her, will you ?"
"No, no, child; I won't kill her.
She's too pretty to kill. I will take good
care of her, and you can come and see
her whenever you want to."
" Then I guess I can stand it better.
I came out here so that papa could not
see me cry, for that would make him
worse. I knew I should cry when I said
good-by ' to Clover." Andure enough,
when the horses started her tears started
again too, and there she stood in the
dusty road, weeping and watching the
wagon until it disappeared behind the
next hill.
" Queer," said Mr. ThvFon, as they
drove along, that she should feel bo.
Well, I can't help it.' If I hadn't bought
her somebody else would. Well, it's
the way of the world. It don't do to
give way to your feelings for little things
like this, you know, Tom. If you do
you will never get ahead. They couldn't
afford to keep her and had to sell, her
and that's all there is about it." '
But if it was " all there wan about it"
it made him very uncomfortable. In
spite of all hi reasoning he couldn't
help thinking how easily he could spare
feed enough from the loads of hay and
stacks of grain with which his barns
would soon be oversowing to seep the
calf for a time. How happy that would
make Bessie, and how it would lighten
her parents' hearts! He couldn't get
the sick countenance of Mr. Moore out
of hia mind, or the tired, worn face of
his wife, or, more than all, little Bessie
standing alone In the dusty turnpike,
watching him as he took away the only
pet and playmate she had.
It annoyed him, and it was something
new for him to be annoyed in this way.
He was glad when he found himself ap
proaching another farm-house, and if
he blow a louder blast than usual on
his horn, nobody bnt himself knew that
it was to give vent, if possible, to emo
tions that were getting too strong for
him to m mage.
Tom was very quiet all the way home.
He seemed to be thinking very deeply
about something, but when, occasional
ly, he did speak, it was sure to be some
innocent remark about Bessie or her
father, which only gave his father's
conscience a fresh prick and served to
irritate him still more. So by the time
they got home he was, as his wife said,
" dreadful grouty."
" As thev were sitting at Bupper that
evening, Tom burst out suddenly:
" Father, would yon sell that calf ?"
" Yes, and be glad to get rid of her,
if I can get my price."
" Well, I'd liko to buy her if I've got
money enough in my bank."
" You ! What do yon want of her ?"
" Oh ! something. Will you sell her
to me ?"
"Yes, I suppose so. Yes, you may
have her for ten dollars, just what I
paid."
" And do exactly as I please with her,
father ?"
His father hesitated, He suspected
what Tom was going to do, and he saw
a difficulty in it for him. However, he
replied, at last:
" Yes, Tom, yon may buy her and do
exactly as you please with her, upon
one condition; and that is, if by buying
her you get yourself into a hard scrape
vou will work yourself out of it without
help."
Mr. Thyson thought, by binding Tom
to that promise that he should have a
good chance to teach him a valuable
lesson in shrewdness and foresight about
making a bargain.
Tom readily promised, for he couldn't
imagine what scrape he could possibly
get into by buying Clover. So the bar
gain was soon concluded and the money
paid.
Meantime, Bessie had dried her tears
and gone home, trying very hard to be
cheerful; but as soon as she had eaten
her supper she crept .up to her little
bed and sobbed herself to sleep. The
next morning she - felt braver, and
thought she would try very hard to. for
get Clover. Her father usually lay on
a lounge by the sitting-room window
through the day, and for several morn
ings Clover had been in the habit of
coming there and pntting her head in
to be caressed. So Bessie made a point
of getting a basket of fresh clover-blossoms,
with which her father would feed
the calf while Bessie and her mother
were at breakfast. But the morning
after Glover left Bessie sat down to the
table with a heavy heart, for she missed
Clover then more than ever. She had
hardly taken a monthful, though, before
her father called out
" Bessie, just bring me a basket of
clovers, won't you ? Clover wants her
breakfast."
Bessie sprang from her chair with a
bound, exolaiming, " Why, papa, you've
lorgotton I Clover's gone 1"
But no I there was her sweet, white
face peering in at the window, and
there holding her by a cord stood Tom
Thyson, his face oovered with smiles.
" Why, Tom 1" screamed Bessie " did
she run away ?"
" No, I bought her of father, and
now I'm going to give her back to you.
She's yours again, now. Good-by ;"
and before Bessie could express her
thanks Tom was gone.
Now, although the return of the calf
brought great joy to Bessie, it brought
equal conoern to her parents, for the
question arose how Clover could be fed.
Mr. Thyson had foreseen that difficulty
from the first, but Tom, in his eager
ness to get the calf bock to Bessie, had
not thought of it. Mr. Thyeon said
nothing, though. He thought he would
see how Tom would manage.
Toward night Bessie's father called
her to him and told her that although
Tom was very kind and thoughtful to
bring Clover back, she couldn't stay,
for he had not feed enough to keep her
through the winter, and no money to
buy any. So the next morning Bessie
started to carry her back to Tom. It
was two miles away, but it was a lovely
morning, and Bessie enjoyed the walk
very much. Tom saw her before she
reached the house and ran to meet her.
"I know you've brought her back,"
said he, laughing heartily, "because
you haven't any feed for her. I forgot
she would have to eat, but don't you
worry, Bess. You shalj have this calf
for yours, if you have to wait till she is
a cow," and then they both laughed to
think she wouldn't be much of a calf by
that time. "But, you see," he added,
"I'm in a scrape, whether I give her to
you or keep her myself, for I haven't
any feed for her either, and it never will
do to ask father for any. But I'll man
age it somehow before to-morrow. ' I'll
go to bed soon after supper and think it
out." So Bessie left the calf, and Tom
took part of what money ho had and
went to his father to buy some feed for
her. He was determined not to ask him
to give him any, and his father was
pleased to see that Tom was sticking to
his promise not to auk his help.
The next morning he said to his
father:
" Futher, have you anything you oould
hire me to do this winter ? I am going
to carry the calf back again this morn
ing. I am not going to give this job up,
now that I've started. So I am going to
earn money enough to feed her this win
ter myself."
" Ah ! So you are going to work the
calf's board, are you 7 Well, if you
want to take Jim's place here you can
earn her board ana something beside.
You oould do his work before and after
school if you were smart and got up
early."
" Well, I'll take it and try. I'd like
to buy feed enough now to keep her this
week, and after this I can earn it and '
carry it over." 1
His father smiled at Tom's business
like way, 'and thought to himself, " Well,
I am teaching Tom a good lesson, that's
a fact. He'll get sick enough of his bar
gain before spring, but it will do him
good."
Tom filled his hand-cart with the feed,
and tying the rope around Clover's neck,
started again to carry her back. I don't
know what the people along the road
thought to see the calf going back and
forth so often. Bnt Tom didn't care.
He kept straight on and carried the calf
to Bessie's door.
" Here she is, Bess, and here's enough
to feed her one week, anyway, and I'll
see that she has enough all winter, un
less I get sick, and I don't feel very sick
now. Don't catch me backing out of
this sorape. No, sir-ee 1"
All winter, Tom was up betimes in the
morning, fed and watered the eittle,
groomed the horses, and did whatever
was required. He carried Clover's feed
over every week or two, and never once
complained. His father watched him
curiously, and every week congratulated
himself on the good lesson he was teach
ing him.
At last spring came. The tender
grass began to sprout, and Clover could
keep herself, from the pastures and
meadows. The fanners were all plow
ing and harrowing, nnd getting the
ground ready for planting. Everybody
was busy, and in a hurry, as usual. Mr.
Moore was improving, but was still
very weak. His affairs looked very
discouraging to him, and his depressed
state of mind did much to retard his
recovery. He had bought the farm
where he was living only the spring be
fore, after the planting season was
over, expecting to earn enough by his
trade, that of a carpenter, through the
following seasons to enable him to buy
seed and to thoroughly plant the whole
place in the spring. Instead of that,
lie was taken sick soon after he bought
it, and had been obliged to sell his stock
to get money to live upon. And now,
right in the busy season, when every
hour seemed worth a day at any other
time, he was sick, with no money to
buy seed or the necessary farming im
plements, or to hire the needed help.
With his mind overwhelmed with dis
couragement, he sat, one evening, in
tho door-way of his house, and looked
hopelessly on his still unemployed land.
At the same time Mr. Thyson was rid
ing slowly along, having made an un
usually good trip with his meat, and
was reviewing in his mind with great
satisfaction the prosperous condition of
his affairs. As he passed he saw Mr.
Moore sitting there, and noticed that
he looked very pale and worried. A
feeling of sympathy took strong hold of
him, and he was tempted to stop and
have a talk with him, but those fields,
waiting to be plowed and sown, spoke
to him so . plainly and reproachfully
that he concluded he would better bow
and go along.
"I'm sorry for Moore," he said to
himself ; " that's a fact. I'd be glad to
give him a lift, but I've got my own
family to look ont for. If I had always
given way to my feelings I wonder
where I should be now. Oh, no 1 no ;
it will never do. No I"
But as he drew up to his own house,
the sight of hia broad acres so carefully
planted, and the neat, thrifty appearance
of all the surroundings, did not give
him the feeling of satisfaction he was
enjoying before ho met Mr. Moore. As
he went into the kitchen where his wife
was gettiDg Bupper, he said, glanoing
out of the window at Tom, who was
having a grand frolic with his dogs :
"It does me good to see Tom play
ing. He has had a hard winter of it.
But I'm glad I let him go through it.
It has taught him a lesson he will never
forget, I guess."
"Yes, I think very likely," gently
answered his wife ; " but I have thought
many times, father, that Tom was
teaching a more important lesson than
the one he was learning. But come,
supper's ready." She then stepped to
the door and called Tom, and the sub
ject was not continued. As Tom came
in breathless from play, his father re
marked :
" That's better fun than working
Clover's board and carrying it over to
her, isn't it ?"
"Yes, sir. Bnt I'm afraid if Mr.
Moore doesn't hurry np and plant
Clover will be marching back here in
spite of me, next fall. I wish I was a
rich'man. I'll bet I'd make things look
I different over there in no time. "
I Mr. Thyson made no reply, but fin
ished his supper, and went out into the
yard, where he stood leaning on the
fence, apparently in deep thought. As
Bill, his head man. on the farm, came
along, he stopped him, and they had a
quiet talk together.
Meantime Mr. Moore had gone into
his house, utterly unable to throw off
the gloomy thoughts which filled his
mind. He saw no way out of his diffi
culties. The faith and hope which had
kept him up till now seemed gone. He
went to bed early, but did not sleep for
hours. Toward morning, however, he
fell into a deep sleep. His wife quietly
darkened the room and left him. The
sun was several hours high when he
drew aside the curtains to look out.
What a sight met his eyes t Men were
plowing, harrowing and shouting to
tlieir Horses, i'&rt oi tne grouna was
already prepared for planting.and there,
in the barn doorway, sat Tom and Bes
sie, cutting potatoes and chattering like
blackbirds.
What does it mean, mother f What
does it mean ? said he, as he opened
the kitchen door.
" It means, father, that the dawn has
come. 'Twas very dark, you know
last night. Those are Mr. Thyson's
men I"
"Thyson's men I Thyson's men I
Wh v I I don't u aderstand. "
"Well, nor I, and the men say that
they don t know what nas come over
him either. But he told Bill to take
man Anil horses, and come over here and
plant whatever you wanted, and he'd
provide the seed; and they are working
like beavers, I tell you.
The next afternoon, when the horn
was blown, Mr. Moore was waiting at
v.i. .. As the wagon came alone.
Mr. Thyson saw him, and didn't (eel
all like just bowing and passing on.
No I he felt like stopping, shaking hands
and getting out to see how his men were
doing.
' God bless you, sir," saia Mr. Moore.
" Yon have civen me the best medicine
I've had. I believe it's going, to save
my life. I don't know how to thank
yon, bnt I know I feel like a new man."
" bo do l, inenu moore. no ao 1.
But don't thank me. It's all Tom's do
ing. I thought I was teaching him a
great lesson, but, bless you I he was
teaching me a greater one, all the time.
Well, the Lord has great surprises in
store for us, sometimes, hasen't He ?"
And, with a fervent shake of the hand,
Mr. Thyson got back into his wagon
and drove home.
From that time, Mr. Moore's health
steadily improved, and from that time
also, Mr. Thyson was another man. It
was the beginning, but not the end, of
his kind deeds.
A few vears later, when Tom and
Bessie commenced housekeeping on
their ewn account, and Clover lowed
contentedly in her new home, Tom re
marked, with a merry laugh :
"You see, father, I was longer-headed
than you thought. 'Twas all in the
family after all."
Wind Locomotion on Land.
It is curious to note that while to the
railroads is owing the abandonment of
the wind carriage (formerly seen by
travelers in Chins, Spain and Holland),
to the same agenoy it now seems likely
that its rejuvenation will be due. Wind
vehicles are already in use on the long
stretches of tracks which extend over
the Western prairies, and the speed at
tained is said to rival that of the fast
express train. One which has been in
use om the Kansas Paoifio railroad for
the past three years was devised by Mr.
C. J. Bascom. The vehicle is said to av
erage a speed of thirty miles per hour,
and, with a strong breeze, to travel at
the rate of forty miles in the same
period. This last speed was reached
with the wind right abeam. A distance
of eighty-four miles has been passed
over in four hours, the car Bailing part
of this time close hauled and over disad
vantageously curved track.
Tne vehicle lias four wheels, each
thirty inches in diameter; is six feet in
length, and weighs 600 pounds. The
sail has two booms, respectively fourteen
and fifteen feet in length, and an area of
about eighty-one square feet. The mast
is eleven feet high, tapering frem four
inches square at the heel to two inches
at the track. A ;
It will be obvious that many of the
laws applying to the iceboat apply
equally well to the sailing car. A little
consideration will show that when the
latter is Bailing at forty miles per hour
it is traveling fast- than the wind that
impels it, and this is constantly the case
in iceboat sailing. On the other hand,
iceboats always sail best close hauled;
in fact, the sheet is almost constantly
kept flat aft. The sailing car, as stated
ivbove, gees fastest with the wind direct
ly on the beam or side. Of course the
difference is due to the greater resist
ance offered by the larger and more ele
vated surfaces of the car body and its
occupants, and to the friction of the
axle journals, which probably, under
ordinary condition, is sufficient to pre
vent the Bailing car ever attaining the
iceboat's speed. Scientific American.
In Russia.
The brilliantly colored signboards give
the streets of a Russian city a particularly
gay appearance. At almost every corner
you come upon a Byzantine-looking
snnne or tne Virgin, with a number of
Russians in front of it. bareheaded.
crossing themselves. You meet the
Virgin in various other unexpected
places in railway stations,in postoffiees,
with a little oil lamp flickering at her feet
even in the drowsy lock-ups, where
tipsy mujiks can be heard yelling all day
and night The behavior of the oeople
in the streets is quiet and civil. If a
Russian knocks against you, he begs
your pardon with a sincere show of con
trition; if he sees your nose turning
white in eold weather, he picks up a
handful of snow and rubs it wi!h a
brotherly offloiousness till the circula
tion is restored. All along the populous
streets peddlers saunter, selling dried
mushrooms, cotton handkerchiefs, reli
gious prints, white bread and fritters;
but few of them shout. Pigeons infest
the roadways with impunity, for they
are held sacred. Even if a Russian were
starving, it would not occur to him
to knock one of the birds on the
head and cook it. Dancing bears are
also to be seen in great numbers, and,
though not sacred, are (treat favoritieB.
and always draw crowds, who laugh at
their antics like children, for Russians
are very easily amused.
Words of Wisdom.
Truth is simple, requiring neither
study nor art.
Wrong none by doing injuries, or
omitting tne benents mat are your duty.
Dignity is expressive, and without
otner good qualities, is not particularly
profitable.
Be not proud of riches but afraid of
them, lest they be a silver bar to cross
the way to heaven. You must answer
for riches, but riches cannot answer for
you.
There is hidden thunder in the stores
of heaven, ready to burst with burning
wruin, and blast tne man wuo owes bis
greatness to the ruin of his neighbor.
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between
sunrise and sunset, two golden hours,
each set with sixty diamond minutes.
No reward is offered, for they are gone
forever.
Love is a secondary passion in those
who love most, a primary in those who
love least. He who is inspired by it in
a high degree is inspired by honor in a
higher; it never reaches its plentitude
of growth and perfection but in the most
exalted minds.
A Lawrenoe (Mass.) lawyer recently
drew np a will for an elderly and quite
portly gentleman, which contained the
following clause: "And further, I give
and bequeath to, my wife all my house
hold effects and all my wearing apparel
for her sole use."
FARM. GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD.
Poultry Pnrarnphii.
Feed poultry on good sound grain.
Offal or damaged grain is unwholesome,
and if fed freely will produce disease.
Founded oyster or clam shells are
good for laying hens. They act as gravel
in assisting digestion, and furnish lime
for the tissues from which the shells of
eggs are made. Break them up small
enough for the fowls to swallow easily.
They will eat a good deal of this kind of
food.
A neat, simrde and effective method of
keeping high flyers at home is mentioned
bv The J'ouUri World. .Merely scissor
away about half of the feathery part of
each wing-feather, excepting au inch at
the end. without cutting the quill or
shaft of the feather at all. This shows
but little when the wings are closed,
and so does not disfigure the fowl, but
it lets the air through sufficiently to
prevent flying.
One of the best ways to destroy hen
lice is by a proper use of the whitewash
brush and f umigants. When the poultry-house
is kept in decent order there
will be little trouble, but otherwise the
fowls will not prosper. A very good
plan is to wrap the roost-poles with
Eieoes of old carpet, old bags, or horse
lankets. Tack these on neat and smooth
and saturate them once a fortnight with
diluted carbolio acid, or coal oil This
will clean the perohes and add much to
the comfort and productiveness of the
hens.
Save eggs from the best hens for set
ting. Many poultry-keepers do not
know which are the best layers, but this
may be be discovered by a little atten
tion. Old hens lay larger eggs than
pullets, and the chicks hatched from
two-year old hens, when mated with a
vigorous one-year old cock, will be
larger, more thrifty, and fledge better
than chicks from pullets' eggs. In se
lecting eggs to hatch, take those that
are of a fair average size ; reject the
small or ill-shaped ones, or' the very
large ones. There is no way to deter
mine the sex of the chick by an exami
nation of the size, shape, or other ex
ternal appearance of the egg.
It is a little odd that in this country,
where every facility exists, so few ducks
and geese are raised. These are pro
verbially the most hardy and long lived
of all our poultry. In places where
cholera, croup, etc., sweep off the fowls
and turkeys, geese and ducks, which
are not subject to these diseases, should
be tried. In densely populated Great
Britain and even in Belgium where one
would suppose there was little room,
more geese are raised to the square
mile than in the United States. In the
interior duck and geese can. be raised
as profitably as other kinds of poultry,
and where diseases prevail, more pro-
ntabiy. .
Medical Flints.
Teas fob the Sick Room. Dried
leaves of sage, one-half ounce ; boiling
water, one quart ; steep for three
quarters of an hour and then straiu for
use ; sugar can be added to suit the
taste. Peppermint, spearmint, balm,
hoarhound, and other herb teas are
made in the same manner.
Curk for Chronic Rhetmatism.
Dr. Bonnett, of Qraulbet, France, rec
ommends and prescribes for chronic
rheumatism the use of the essential oil
of turpentine by friction. He used it
himself with perfect suocesH, having al
most instantaneously got rid of rheu-
matio pains in both knees and in the
left shoulder.
Relief for Croup. Croup can be
enred in one minute, and the remedy is
simnlv alum and snaar. The wav to ac
complish the deed is to take a knife or
grater, and shave off in small particles
about a teaspoontui of alum ; then mix
it with twice its quantity of sugar, to
make it palatable, and administer it as
quickly as possible. Almost instantan
eons relief will follow.
Asthma. The following Drescribtion
was given a correspondent by Hon. E.
B. French of the treasury department :
Iodide of potassium, two drams ; tinct
ure of lobelia, half an ounce ; syrup of
senega, two ounces ; camphorated tinct
ure of opium, half an ounce ; water suf
ficient to make f our ounces. A teaspoon
ful every half hour until relieved. The
above cured the above-named gentle
man, and has been used successfully in
the correspondent's own family. '
For Scald-Head. Alice M. writes
to the Household : " Here is a cure for
scald-head that I have seen used many
years, but it has to be applied more
than once : Take equal parts of good
pine tar and new mutton tallow ; melt
just enough to mix well, then add a few
drops of sweet oil to make it soft (if
sweet oil is not handy, hen's oil or pig's
foot oil will do) ; do not shave the head,
but just open the hair and apply to the
skin ; if there is a scab, apply to that
and it will soon heal and come off. "
Household Hint.
A little corn starch in milk will im
prove chocolate.
Turpentine is the best to wet stove
jjplish with before using.
. One cup of beef's gall in sixteen
quarts of water, will keep red clothes
from fading.
If you will pour a little vinegar in the
water you wash blue clothes in, it will
keep them bright.
Tea. Tea is best made in an earthen
ware tea pot, which should be kept dry,
for if allowed to remain damp after use
it becomes musty. The water should
always boil when the tea is added. Tea
is not wholesome taken on an empty
stomach.
Celery. Celery can be kept for a
week or longer by first rolling it up in
brown paper, then pin it up in a towel
and keep it in a dork place, and keep as
cool as possible. Before preparing it
for the table place it in a pan of cold
water, and let it remain for an hour, It
will make it crisp and cold.
Keeping Corned-Beef. Cut -up the
meat in suitable pieces, pack in a cask
or vessel, then make a brine as follows:
To one gallon of water add one and a
half pounds of salt and one. ounce of
saltpetre; bring the brine to a boil, and
then, while boiling hot, pour on the
meat; it will keep as much as it w 11
cover. The meat must be kept entirely
under the brine. In the spring Spain
boil, skim and pour it on the meat bile
hot. .. Dome add one pound of sugar and
ono ounce of saleratus to 100 Poundp o
corned-beef,
"Old Residenter."
You couldn't call him a sportsman by
any strain on your imagination, and
et he was by no means a loafer, tnougn
e did talk with a drawl which indicated
that he didn't Tegard time as a very val
uable commodity. He sat on the fence
as the train came up to Siegfried's
Bridge, with the three Easton fancy
gunners aboard, whom he was to pilot
across the country after quail. His gun
having the lock tied on with a string,
reposed across his knees, and his dog,
looking like the ghost of starvation, re
posed at his feet. The Easton men
came up to him.
" Do you know Abe Hertzog?
" Y-a-a-s, I know him."
. " Where can we find him?"
" R-i-g-h-t hyor, I guess."
" Are you Mr. Hertzog?"
" Y-a-a-s t that's what I'm taxed f..r,
anyway."
" Jimminy I" said one of the party,
totto voce, "can this be the man that
Cap told us was personally acquainted
with every quail family in Allen Town
ship ?"
" You fellers want to go arter some
quails, eh?''
" That's what we come for. Do you
know anything about them ?"
" W-a-a-1, yaas; I oan tell one when I
see it."
" What kind of a gun have you got
there?"
" W-a-a-1, ye see, mister, that gun's
an old residenter; bin into our family
ever since the first old Hertzog moved
np hyar. That gun's a rifle, mister, and
she shoots mighty quick. Handle her a
little careful, mister," he continued, as
he handed the old thing over for inspec
tion; " she has a way of tumbling apart
if she's used rough-like."
The old rifle had a barrel about as
large as a fence rail, with iron enough
in it for a young Gatling-gun, and a
bore not larger than a healthy rye straw,
while all the stock it had was absorbed
in a brass trap-door leading into a cellar
smelling of verdigris and filled with
grease and little pieces of rags.
" How do you kill anything with this;
knock it down?"
" W-a-a-1, yes ! sometimes. That's
the way I busted the stock thar whar the
rawhide bandage air, a-knockin' a fellow
down what mode fun of it. "
At this point the investigator suddenly
lost interest in the gun, and the party
moved off into the country. As they
climbed the fifteenth fence, the old man
paused on the top rail and waved his
hand indefinitely over the fields before
them.
" Gents, there's quails all about hyar
and over yander vaas, and thar's one on
'em now, he added, as he drew up Old
Residenter and knocked it over where it
sat.
" What 1 do yon shoot a bird on the
ground ? Why, old man, that's infernal
potting."
"S'tnatso?" inquired the old man,
humbly, as he picked up a piece of his
gun-stock that had been jarred off by
the shot.
Just then a small covey of the birds
took wing, and the man who scorned
pot-hunting, blazed away with both bar
rells of a costly breach-loader and
missed.
"Whar I whar do you shoot 'em,
mister ?" inquired the old man, quietly,
as he put his patch and bullet on the
muzzle of his rifle, which he held be
tween his legs while he rammed the
charge home, and then as a stray bird
flew overhead, he raised and dropped it.
" Is that ar' the way you want it done,
mister ?"
The objector said nothing, and the
gunning proceeded; but it soon became
evident that the sportsmen were doing
the gunning and the old man was doing
the shooting. Tho lock tumbled off his
gun occasionally, and the barrel hod a
loose habit of parting company with the
stock; but the old man had a pocket
full of strings, and as fast as it gave out
ne tied it up, and mode ready to shoot
whenever a bird showed, and he occa
sionally varied the monotony of the pro
ceedings by coolly blazing into the
bushes, whereupon his mean-looking
dog would rush in and drag out a dead
rabbit.
The Easton party hunted faithfully.
according to their lights, and shot upon
the most scientific principles; but, some
how, tho old man got the game, as the
count showed five quail and a pheasant
among the three for the day's work,
while Mr. Hertzog toddled along un
der twenty-two quail and four rabbits;
and, as they sat on the board-pile at the
depot bargaining for the old man's lot,
he remarked:
" Ye see, gents, Old Residenter be'ant
much of a gun to look at. She ain't
purty nor handsome at all, but I tell
you she's mighty on the shoot. All you's
got to do is jest to grease the patch right
well, and ram the ball down close, and
then, if you pint her at a bird and pull,
that bird's got to stop. Leastwise, I
allers find it so. Ye see, gents, where a
man has suoh a awfully purty gun his
'tention's kinder taken up admirin' of it,
like, and the bird goes away after he
shoots. Leastwise I allers find it so."
Just then the lock dropped off " Old
Residenter " for the eleventh time, and,
as the old man wasn't going to shoot any
more that day, he put it in his pocket
along with his game money, saying:
"Thank ye, gents, thankee. Come
up soon again, and I'll take Old Resi
denter out any time; we'll be purty sure
to get something." And hejneandera
off into the Indian summer haze. Eas
ton (Pa.) Free Press.
William Norton, who assassinated
Jacob Killion in Empire City, Kansas, a
few days ago, "comes of a family that
kills." He has one brother serving a
life sentence in a Missouri prison, a
second was hanged in Texas, and a third
is awaiting trial in Iowa, all for murder.
Killion was the third man he had killed,
and that crime was committed because
Killion had cheated hi n at cards five
years before.
A German inventor will exhibit
at the Paris Exposition a patent
.rt...n v u v. r..u v - r. .
into a stove with red-hot coals and
everything nomrlt. . Orioinnllv Via
intended to have aided a bed, but life
was too snort,
Items of Interest.
It Is a wise saw that works both ways,
"Winding np business " Starting
the clock.
Knife-grinders get their work in dur
ing dull times.
No one but a coward strikes in the
dark, and then he only strikes a light.
If I were in the sun and you were out
of it, what would the sun become ? Sin.
A man in Kern county, Gal., has a ten
acre lot of mignonette, on whicjh his bees
feed.
When a fisherman should be thank
ful When his lines are oast in pleasant
places.
As the twig is bent the average small
boy is inclined, when it comes to pun
ishment. " The older the tree the thicker the
bark," but the older the dog the thinner
the bark.
In New York city alone the capital
employed in the ice business exceeds
$5,000,000.
When a prize-fighter's mill is stopped
only four hands are thrown out of em
ployment. The laugh of the farmer Hoe I
Hoe 1 Hoe I Hackensack Republican
Also, Hay 1 Hoy 1 Hay !
What is the difference between a
butcher and a gay young lady ? The
former kills to dress, while the latter
dresses to kill.
Edward Wheeler, who died in Nashua,
N. H. worth $11,000, ordered the
expenditure of the whole of his fortune
on his funeral and tomb.
Pitv the sorrows of a poor old man
Whose trembling limbs would fly the poor
house door ;
Who failed for ninety thousand ; retail plan
Assets, one hundred and twenty, fifty-four.
A Japanese laborer " receives 1,000
"cash" a day, and he can get a satisfac
tory meal for forty " cash." By the time
he has saved 100,000 "cash " he owns
$10.
A hand-car, with a mast and sail at
tached, is in operation on the Kansas
Pacific railroad, and with a favorable
wind the vehicle makes forty miles an
hour.
The Czar has offered a prize for the
best hymn celebrating the recent Rus
sian successes, and adapted for the army.
The competition is restricted to Russian
composers.
A sweet seedling orange-tree in Her -nando
oonnt.y, Florida, bore two genuine
lemons with its crop of oranges this
season. It had not been grafted with
lemon.
More than 700 persons have entered
the competitive examination for the
thirty-two additional clerkships which
Congress recently ' authorized in the
surgeon-general's office.
It is saddening to watch the dying
day, to see the flickering light fall pulse
less behind the western hill. It is
harder still to watch for water to boil,
over a doubtful fire, when in a hurry for
breakfast.
What a blessing the phonograph will
be to editors I The bores can slip right
into the phonograph room, and plead
with the instruments, and the editor can
grind it all ont afterwards if he wants
to. Boston Transcript.
"It was my wife's wedding ring, but
cruel circumstances forces me to part
with it for $1.50." The pitying servant
girl produces the money, gathers in a
brass circlet and the scamp moves on to
repeat the game at the next house.
Write on your doors the saying wise aud old.
" Be bold; ! be bold ! and everywhere be bold;
Be not too bold !" Vet better the exoess
than the defect ; better the more than less;
Better like Hector in the field to die.
Than like the perfumed Paris turn and fly.
Longfellow.
Russia has recently purchased 200,00
ounces of quinine in the United States,
and that essential tonic has in conse
quence experienced a sharp advance in
price. Shaking with the ague promises
to be an expensive amusement this year.
A philosopher says: "We learn to
climb by keeping our eyes not on the
hills behind us, but on the mountains
before us." Another way is to take a
couple of rods the start, and try to beat
an enthusiastio bull-dog over a nine-foot
fence.
Capturing an Eagle's Jiesl.
Recently United States Deputy Mar
shal Dewing and a party went up the
river to investigate the cutting of logs
from the public lands. On Black Lake
they discovered an immense eagle's nest
in the topmost branches or a large tree,
and began cutting the tree down. There
was a young eagle in the nest, and when
the cutting commenced the parent birds
made hostile demonstrations, swooping
down upon the party. The female was
shot and killed. The wing of the male
was broken by a shot, and he was cap
tured after falling in the water. He was
with considerable difficulty taken into
the boat, knocking one of the men in the
boat overboard by a stroke of his wing.
The young bird was killed by the falling
of the tree. The nest was twelve feet in
diameter, and was constructed of at least
three-quarters of a cord of wood, some
of the pieces being four feet long snd as
large around as a mini's leg. The old
male bird measures tcvrn fret and two
inches from tip to tip. &hrcrrport (La. )
Times.
Rich Without Money.
Many a man is rich without money.
Thousands of men with nothing in their
pockets, and thousands without even a
pocket are rich. A man born with a
good sound constitution, a good stom
ach, a good heart, and good limbs, and
a pretty good headpiece, is rich. Good
bones are better than gold ; tough mus
cles than silver; and nerves that flash
fire and carry energy to every funotion
are better than houses and land. It is
better than a landed estate to have the
right kind of a father and mother.
Good breeds and bad breeds exist among
men as really as among herbs and
horses. Education may do muoh to
check eil tendencies or to develop good
ones; but it is a great thing to inherit
the right proportions tot faculties to
'art with. The man is rich who has a
good disposition who is naturally kind,
patient, cheerful, hopeful, ana who
has a flavor of wit Mid (on in his cm-position,
- '-)' - .