. in a low tone. “Come in by the fire
* til it is over.”
~
THE JEWELS OF CASTILE.
Hear pick, yet moved with thought sub-
im
€,
Columbus waited long at court,
That he might voice in worthy sort
The ‘vision splendid” of his time.
But with the king war ruled supreme.
In such wild schemes ill might abide—
- And so he lightly moved aside
The dreamer and his dream.
Not so the queen. With kindly heart
She listened to the tale once more—
That tale of far, fair western shore—
Then bade her messenger depart.
“For mine own kingdom of Castile
I undertake the task,” said she,
“And if, mayhap, the need should be,
I pledge my jewels for its weal’
And so hegan that among oRest
pon the mighty unknown sea;
And so the queen’s hand gave the key
That opened wide the wondrous west,
Dust, dust are queen and court today, ;
And “gilded dust” the pride of Spain;
But still across the western main
The Old World millions take their way.
In far, strange lands new peoples rise.
New flags they fly, new songs they
sing; :
And, brave and free, each man a king,
They rear their mansions to the skies.
‘Whate’er the banner floating high
Q’er lofty dome or tower grand,
We, dreaming of that far-off strand,
The colors of Castile descry.
O gracious queen, so brave, So leal!
In these wide lands of fair renown
Behold the jewels of thy crown—
The living Jewels of Castile.
—Hester P. Brown in Youth’s Companion.
Into The Storms
By Adela Louise Kimball
Shirley stood gazing eagerly toward
the dark, angry clouds which moved
swiftly across the farm lands. Now
and then a lurid flash flung out its om-
inous promise but all the restless, emo-
ional clamoring of her young, uncurbed
nature seemed straining to meet the
coming tempest. :
She looked a little uncertainly to-
ward the home of David Auburn, but
with a squaring of her shoulders walk-
ed swiftly forward. Above the low,
rumbling drone of darkening clouds
she heard her name called and looked
up to see Auburn framed by the open
doorway.
She stopped and laughed softly, hold-
ing out her hand as he came toward
her.
“I was going out to meet the storm,”
she explained. “I wanted to feel the
rain beating upon my face, to imagine
myself a part of the plan.”
He looked at her frankly incredu-
lous. “It is beginning now,” he said
un-
Then the storm burst upon them,
whirling in a fury of dust and rain.
He drew her to the open doorway,
where she stood, looking uncertainly
from the alluring glow of the fire to
the stretch of fields beyond. At length
she stopped slowly over the sill and
smiled a little wistfully.
“Why, David’s it’s home!” she de-
clared. “I’ve often wondered how you
lived. It makes me feel better about
leaving Westmere.”
“You are going,
cried out sharply.
“Yes, tomorrow.”
He was silent for a long time, then
slowly placed her chair before the fire.
“I'm glad, then, that I'm to have te
day. You will, at least, have sat by
my fireside, Shirley, and told me what
it is in the life out there which takes
You away from it—and me, what it is
than can hold you so against me.”
She leaned a little heavily against
the mantel. “I wonder, too, David?”
she said half sadly. “I love this free.
fresh life, the great plains of West-
mere, and I love—you. But I should
‘hate you both if I had to stay always,
if I knew that I could not go back.”
She turned and looked at his strong,
‘bronzed face and met the grave, hon-
est scrutiny of his eyes. “I wish that
I could stay, David, you believe that,
don’t you?”
He laughed with a tinge of bitter-
ness. “It is hard to believe only that,
Shirley. But, come, I'm spoiling my
day. Shall we make tea? I'd like to
watch you doing things for me here—
just once.”
Her eyes fllled at the break in his
voice, then she slowly removed her
gloves and placed the kettle above the
embers. The soft glow seemed to fling
a halo about her and suddenly David
bent down, placing his hand with a
timid, reverential touch upon her
shoulder. ;
“Shirley!” he. pleaded, huskily, “I
have dreamed of seeing you there, do-
ing things for me, little things, that
only a woman can do.”
She shook off his hand with a quick,
despairing gesture and arose to her
then—soon? he
feet. “I cannot, David. I was. only
pretending. I do not like to do those
things.”
“You do!” he exulted. “I saw it in
your face! Your dear, radiant, wom-
an’s face!” Li :
She moved hastily to the door and”
flung it open. She stood framed by the
doorway, looking back toward her va-
cant chair, then walked swiftly across
the fields, straining against the bling-
ing downpour of rain.
In a few moments David had reached
her side and she turned to him with =
faint suggestion of appeal. “Would
you follow me, then. even into the
| new eyes—yours, David, and it sickens
| stifled here.”
| torate on a car like this we are rid-
the only great man of our
-owed you.—Washington Star,
storms?” She spoke reluctantly, as if |
a guilty heart sought to pull back the
words from her lips, yet she went on
with an undercurrent of eagerness,
“Would you, David, even out there, in-
to the storms of which you know noth-
ing?”
As the import of her words became
clear he stood quite still, letting his
eyes meet hers steadily with a glint of
sternness.
“It would mean selling the farm,
Shirley, bartering all that I’ve lived to
gain, but would it mean—you?”
Her mind made a quick survey of
the turmoil into which such a life
must lead him, and then retreated to
picture the calm wholesomeness of the
life which he now led. The moment
had been given her in which to shape
his destiny and hers. Should she per-
mit her better nature to rise and joint
the material instinct which sought to
shelter him, or should she lead him in-
to the whirlpool of her gay, inconse-
quent little world of music and laugh-
ter?
David’s eyes remained fixed upon
hers. “It is your life or mine,” he
said ‘but it must be together.”
She turned her face upward to the
rain. “Then, come, David,” she
breathed, ‘out into the storms.”
It was a year later when Shirley
turned to David, holding out trembling
arms.
“Take me back to Westmere,” she
entreated. “I see this life through
me. I seem to be losing you and all
that was yours which I loved, the big,
high-souled manliness of you, which is
He stood apart, regarding the soft,
out-stretched arms, with a sad, yet
critical gaze. When he spoke the tinge
of coldness in his voice caused her to
wince and regard him with wide, de-
spairing eyes. His former attitude
of deference which had once made its
vain appeal was replaced by a curt,
familiar intonation which cut through
her surface lightness, stinging far into
the latent softness of her nature.
“We can’t go back, Shirley,” he said
in a low-voiced repression. ‘‘Not—to-
gether. Here in the glare you dazzle,
hold, compel me but there—’’ His voice
fell. “Ah Shirley it is a sacred place,
that old home, and the halo which I
once placed about you there could not
merge into the elements which have
formed your life.”
Then, with a bitter cry, she shrank
back, understanding all that his lips
did not voice, realizing that she could
take her place only in the storms,
while the sanctuary of his soul must
lie beyond her in the land of his boy-
hood dreams.—Boston Post.
AS TO WHISTLING.
Street Car Conductor and Others
Guilty of a Bad Practice.
A day or so ago an elegant, refined
and delicate woman, a wife and a
mother, a passenger on a street car
in this town, addressed a gentleman,
also a passenger, and her neighbor
and friend, to this effect: “It is a
regulation that nobody shall expec-
ing on. It is a good and a wholesome
provision and made on behalf and
in promotion of public health. But
that conductor there, who took my
fare just before you got aboard, is
whistling; I would much rather that
he should spit on my dress. I could
have the garment cleaned of that;
but how will I ever have my nerves
mended of the torture he has inflicted
on them? You are a newspaper man.
Can’t you stir the District building
up to stop whistling as well as spit-
ting ?”’
And that newspaper man then and
there called to mind a conversation he
had thirty years earlier with Yankee
Bly, the famous detective of Louis- |
ville, Ky., who said that he had run
down, captured, prosecuted and had
convicted many a malefactor whom
he would never have suspectea of
crime unless he had heard him whist-
ling on the street, which nine times
in ten is a cloak of nonchalance put
on and worn by a guilty heart.
And then it is opined by men of
“anagosity” that James G. . Blaine
would have been President haa he not
been given to the practiec of putting
his hands deep into his trousers pock-
ets and whistling. Perhaps he was
country
who was guilty of that sort of enor-
mity. Can you imagine George Wash-
ington whistling, or either Adams, or
Jefferson, or Jackson, or Cleveland, or
either Harrison? No abler man than
Ben Harrison was ever President. He
could not whistle—Washington Post.
Hard Luck.
“What did you tell that bill collec-
tor?”
“That you were out,” replied the of-
fice boy.
“And what did he say?”
“He said he was sorry, as he had
given up his old job and had come
around to pay a bill that his new boss
Felt Cheap, Too.
Jinks—I saw something cheap at a
bargain counter today.
~ Binks—What was it?
Jinks—A man waiting for his wife
—New York Press. :
Feed Potatoes to Hogs.
I would like to know the feeding
value of potatoes. I have about 2000
bushels and plenty of hogs. I can
get but forty-five cents per bushel
for potatoes and corn is worth sev-
enty cents. Can I afford to cook
them for hog feed. I have been a
reader of your valuable farm paper
for many years. Can you answer
through your paper?—Wm. P. Beck-
1 ett.
Answer: A number of tests have
been made at the experiment stations
and by other feeders with potatoes.
It has been found that potatoes when
cooked and fed with corn, or corn
meal, compared as follows: That four
pounds of potatoes were equal in such
feeding to one pound of corn. In his
book on Feeds and Feeding, Prof.
Henry, good authority, says that four
pounds of boiled potatoes are equal
to one pound of grain in feeding pigs,
and that in all these tests the hogs
850 fed made a good quality of pork.—
Indiana Farmer.
Bacon Hogs.
It is generally understood that
what is frequently called bacon in
American markets ‘is not identical
with the article sold as bacon in
Great Britain. This will appear from
the following statement: A writer in
an exchange states that bacon hogs in
England weigh from 160 to 230
pounds, while bacon hogs in the Uni-
ter States weigh from 155 to 195
pounds, and light mixed hegs weigh
150 to 220 pounds. It is very evident
that the hog that furnishes such ba-
con as the English consumers want is
8 better grade animal than that which
fs used for bacon in the United States.
The average weight for the former is
given as 190 pounds, whereas the av-
erage weight of the latter is only 175
pounds.
There is too much of an inclination
In our markets to separate hogs that
are unfinished and to classify them as
bacon because of their leanness.
This, of course, does not truly repre-
sent the bacon hog when put upon
the market in finished form. The ba-
con hog, though not what may be
termed fat in the sense in which the
lard hog is fat is not, on the other
hand, lean, in a sense in which the
unfinished hog is lean. It occupies
middle ground between the two. The
flesh is firm; indeed, more so than
that of the fat hog. In other words,
a lack of firmness is very objection-
able in first-class bacon. Because of
the lack of proper discrimination in
the application of the terms, the ba-
con hog has suffered somewhat on
our markets. The term bacon has
been applied in a careless sense as
pointed out above, consequently it
has been applied to animals that do
not bring top prices in the market,
hence the idea has gone out that ha-
con swine do not bring so high a mar-
ket price relatively as other types. In
time, no doubt, this will be corrected,
but in the meantime it should be tak-
en into the account of those who are
taking notes with reference to the
relative market prices.— Weekly Wit-
ness.
California Privet Hedges.
Throughout the city—and the
whole of the State, for that matter—
there is general complaint that the
California privet hedges were killed
by the severe winter. That this shrub
is really too tender for Indiana plant-
ing has been said repeatedly in the
Indianapolis News. Long acquaint-
ance with it by those who are thor-
oughly familiar with its demands has
proved conclusively that the plant
“winter-kills,” so far as the tops are
concerned, even if the roots survive
our colder temperatures.
The California privet gained its
popularity primarily because it is the
main shrub used for hedge purposes
at Newport and other summer resorts
similarly situated. For seaside plant-
ing, no shrub surpasses it, but it must
be remembered that the water tem-
pers the atmosphere and that many
shrubs will succeed splendidly at
Newport that will not survive our
winters. here. In Indianapolis and
Indiana, California privet should
never be planted. Bid
The Amoor River privet resembles
the California variety very much and
is perfectly hardy. Some notes on
the subject of hedge plants adapted
to Indiana follow. They are from
the pen of E. Y. Teas, a well-known
nurseryman of Centerville, Ind.
The Amoor River privet, from Asia,
resembles California privet very
much and has never been known to
be injured by our severest cold, even|
in the tips of the branches, where the
California was killed to the ground.
The Amoor River is not quite so near-
ly evergreen as California, though it
retains its foliage until mid-winter.
There is a Southern form, grown and
sold as Ameor River that, it is be-
lieved, does not possess the hardiness
of plant nor beauty of foliage that is
characteristic of the genuine Amoor
River. :
Regelianum privet seems to pos-
sess the hardiness of the Amoor
River, and, in habit of growth, ar-
rangement of the branches, and pe-
culiar shape and conformation of the
foliage is one of the most striking of
shrubs. The Japanese privet is a
strong grower, with remarkably
large, glossy foliage, that is more per-
sistently evergreen than any other
privet. We think this will become
popular either as a hedge plant or
for ornamental planting.
The Japan berberis (B. Thunber-
gii) is justly very popular as an or-
namental hedge plant. It is of rather
slender, compact, bushy habit, with
small, glossy, bright green leaves
that attain a brilliant crimson color
in autumn. 'The plant is loaded with
berries that assume a bright red color
when ripe and remain on the plant
through the winter. We have never
heard of this plant being injured by
the cold anywhere. Last, but not
least, for ornamental hedge, we will
name Spiraea Van Houttei, a plant
of extraordinary hardiness, and beau-
ty in habit of growth, as well as of
special beauty when loaded with its
wreaths of white flowers, as easily
transplanted as a tomato, as hardy
as an oak. We have hedges of it
twenty years old, of perfect form,
from the ground up which, when in
bloom in June, are strikingly beauti-
ful. By cutting back, just after the
flowering season, the hedge may be
kept at a height of two, three or four
feet, as may be desired.
Noble Hotel Keepers.
Hotel keeping is a fancy of the
moment. Besides Lord Leitrim, sev-
eral well known people have gone
into business in this direction. Lady
Aberdeen is president of the Green
Lady Hostel at Littlehampton, Sus-
sex. This is arranged for workers,
who are charged ten shillings a week |
for board and lodging. Lady Burton
has built and fitted out a splendid
hotel at Aviemore, which commands
a fine view of the Cairngorm Range
in Inverness-shire, and the widowed
Lady Augusta Orr-Ewing has started
a first rate hotel, with good golf links,
at Dunskey, her home near Stranraer
n Wigtownshire. Lord Dunraven has
built a hotel for golfers close to.
Adare Manor, his place in Limerick,
and Lord Inchiquin is the owner of a
hotel at Arranmore, Milltown Malbay,
also in Ireland. Then Lord Claud
Hamilton, who is chairman of the
Great Eastern Railway, takes a keen
interest in the Sandringham Hotel at
Hunstanton in Norfol:, and Douglas
Tollemache, great-uncle to Lord
Tollemache, is much concerned in the
welfare of the Felix Hotel, Felix-
stowe, which was built after the de-
sign of Helmingham Hall, Lord Tolle-
mache’s place in Suffolk. -—— Gentle-
woman.
Socialism Would Begin.
A clear understanding of what So-
cialism means and what it seeks to
do will tend to arrest the spread of
its doctrines, now furtively making
their way to a broader acceptance
among dreamers and visionaries and
children, and, above all, among those
who are altogether uninformed as to
what Socialism is. It is well, there-
fore, that there should be a clear un-
derstanding that the Socialist govern-
ment would begin, must begin, by
wholesale confiscation of property.—
From Charles R. Miller's “Why So-
cialism is Impracticable,” in the Cen-
tury.
The Unkindest Cut.
A country barber cut a customer’s |
cheek four times while shaving him.
“Oh, dear me, how careless!” ex-
claimed the razor-wielder after the
infliction of each wound.
When the shave was over the cus-
tomer took a glassful of water and
at every mouthful shook his hea
from side to side.
“Anything the matter?’ the barber
asked. :
“No,” was the reply; “I only want-
ed to see if my mouth would still
hold water without leaking!’”’—Phil-
adelphia Inquirer
As the Country Cried.
‘Johnny, can you tell us why
Washington is called the Father o
his Country?”
“’Cause he walked the floor a
good many nights when it was still
young, I guess.”’—Chicago Record-
Herald.
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Fireworks for Scarecrows.
The great grain field of the Sand-
born ranch in Shasta county, Cal., are
ingeniously protected at night from
the vast ‘flocks of wild geese and other
aquatic fowl that do immense damage
to crops by means of display of fire-
works. Skyrockets and roman candles
were bought in large quantities by the
management of the ranch, and men
are stationed at various points.
Whenever a flock is heard honking in
the distance several skyrockets or a
shower of colored balls from a roman
candle are sent upward, and, as a re-
sult, the birds give the ranch a wide
berth.—Popular Mechanics.
Catching Rare Birds.
A bird expert has returned to Eu-
rope from the West Indies with over
200 captives. He boiled dowma tree
sap into a thick, sticky mess, and put
it on shrubs and branches at places
where birds took food and drink.
Once they grasped the sticky perches
they were fast and could not fly away,
says the expert. Some were caught by
tying to a string large grains which
birds swallowed, and there they avere.
Among the captures are starlings,
finches, pigeons, doves, herons and ca-
naries.—New York Press.
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