VOL XXXI i TRIPH- \ Ji TO * Lpatt^rson'sJ <[ WITH THIS > jj I Coupor\l I 11 Will entitle you to a discount of J I 15 per cent on all ? lovercoats, Heavy Suits and Underwear] t For sixty days from this date, t J Jan. 22. ? [PATTERSON tl 5 ;""! STHE ONLY STRICTLY ONE PRICE CLOTHING? # HOUSE IN BUTLER COUNTY. j VOGELGY4BANCRDFT, WANT EVERY® Maq, Womai\ and Child In Butler county know that they have received their large and com plete line of Fall and Winter Boots, Shoes and Slippers at prices that will surprise them. We have the celebrated Jamestown Boots and Shoes, made by hand and warranted, which have proven their wearing quailites for years past. We want to give the trade -H*Tlie Best Goods for Least Possible, Living Profit.#* The best line of Ladies' and Gents' Fine Shoes ever shown in the county. Children's School Shoes in every shape and style. Rubber Goods oi all kinds and shapes at all prices. Come and see the boys. t Vogeley & Bancroft I 347 S. Main Street. Butler, Pa Great Reduction Sale .Commencing, MARCH Ist, 1894. We will offer our entire stock of Dry Qofiis, millinery, Wrap}, rtianket«, Underwear, Hosiery, Embroideries, Wiite (liols, Notions, and in fact everything usually kept iu n first-class dry (jooda house, at the lowest prices ever known in the history of Butler county. Note Our New Price List: Best American Blue Prints, worth 8c for 5c per yard. Good Red and Black Calico, worth 7c for 5c per yard. Qood Bleached Muslin, worth 7c for 5c per yard. Heavy Unbleached Muslin, worth 7c for 5c per yard. Qood Unbleached Muslin for 4c per yard. Doable Width Sheeting at 16c and 18c per yard. Ladies' Fast Color Black Hose, worth 10c for 5c per pair. Misses' and Children's Past Black Rib Hose, worth 15c for 10c per pair Lace Curtainß. worth $1.50 per pair tor 75c per pair. •• $2.00 " SI.OO " " $2.75 " $1.40 " «' " $4 00 " $2 00 " " $5.50 " $3 00 " These are a few of the many big bargains to be found at the popular dry £Oodß store of Butler. JENNIE E. ZIMMERMAN, (Successor to Ritter & Ralston.) H. B -- Sole Agent for Standard Patterns. Buff Leghorns that are Buff. EGGS FOR SETTING. BofT Leghorns and 8. Plymouth Rocks. BoflF Leghorn hens from the yards of A. Leida, If. J.; cockerel from the Niagara Kiver Poultry Farm, N. Y. EGGS S"J.SO per 13. My Plymouth Rocks aro large, healthy fowls, ami are as good as call be touud anywhere. EGGS $1 for 13. Orders for eiign will be tilled in order re ceived. JOHN 11. KEIBEK, 304 Mercer St., Uutler, Fa. i (J* WIU K OKALK& IJ« ftouy,ti and Worked Lumdti (IK VLL KIMbH Do>rs, Sash, Blinds, Mouldings., Sniugles and Lath Always in Stock.; UIVIE. HAIR AND PLASTKTT. opposite P. A W. Depot,* n H i >• - F * tl EWIS' 9*> % LYE I POTSESia A 213 TUWOD (PATENTED) The sent arid porrst I yi m»>. rnllk© other Lye. It bolnf a fluo powder uji I r a< k«-«i In a car with rrmoval .»r ti=*. Wit make the he*: rt>m«d Hard B**l In 20 nilnui*** v . Imr.l boiling II Is tl»«» f«>rel«*rtnsiiig wa*U plprs, disinfecting Mi.k*. cl'-eta, wu- iiinjaf bottle*, i-ajnl*. tr.**, etc. PENH A. SALT M'FG CO U«a. Agu., I'Ulia., Fa. j~ti J * ' J THE BUTLER CITIZEN. W. H. O'BRIEN & SON. [Successois ot Schntte f the mouth which Young had promised. What strength or cour age could avail against an enemj armed with such mysterious powers'. The hand which fastened that pir might have struck him to the heart and he could never have known whe had slain him. Still more shaken was he next morn ing. They had sat down to their breakfast when Lucy, with a cry of surprise, pointed upward. In the cen ter of the ceiling was scrawled, with a burned stick, apparently, the n umbel •29 To his daughter it was unin telligible, and he did not enlighten her. That night he sat up with his gun and kept watch and ward. lit saw and heard nothing, and yet in the morning a great 27 had been painted upon the outside of his door. Thus day followed day; and as sure as morning came he found that his un seen enemies had kept their register, and had marked up in some conspicu ous position how many days were still left to him out of the month of grace. Sometimes the fatal numbers appeared upon the walls, sometimes upon the floors; occasionally they were on small placards stuck upon the garden-gate or the railings. With all his vigilance John Ferrier could not discover whence these daily warnings proceeded. A horror, which was almost supersti tious, came upon him at the sight of them, ne became haggard and rest less, and his eyes had the troubled look of some haunted creature. He had but one hope in life now, and that was for the arrival of the young hunter from Nevada. Twenty had changed to fifteen, and fifteen to ten; but there was no news of the absentee. One by one the num bers dwindled down, and still there came no sign of him. Whenever a horseman clattered down the road or a driver shouted at his team, the old farmer hurried to the gate, thinking that help had arrived at last. At last, when he saw five give way to four and that again to three, he lost heart, and abandoned all hope of escape. Single handed, and with his limited klowledge of the mountains which surrounded tho settlement, ho knew that he was pow less. The more frequented roads were strictly watched and guarded, and none could pass along them without an order from the council. Turn which way he would, there appeared to be no avoiding the blow which hung over him. Yet the old man never wavered in his resolution to part with life itself before he consented to what he re garded as his daughter's dishonor. He was sitting alone one evening po '"ring deeply over his troubles, ana searching vainly for some way out of them. That morning had shown the figure 2 upon the wall of his house, and the next day would be the last of the allotted time. What was to happen then? All manner of vague and terrible fancies filled his imagina tion. And his daughter—what was to become of her after he was gone? Was there no escape from the invisi ble network which was drawn all round them? He sank his head upon the table and sobbed at the thought of his own impotence. What was that? In the silence he heard a gentle scratching sound —low, but very distinct, in the quiet of the night. It came from the door of the house. Ferrier crept into the ba.ll and listened intently. There was a pause for a few moments, and then the low, insidious sound was repeated. Some one was evidently tapping very gently upon one of the panels of the door. Was it some midnight assassin who had come to carry out the murderous order of the secret tribunal? Or was it some agent who was marking up that the last day of grace had arrived? John Ferrier felt that instant death would be better than the suspense which shook his nerves and chilled hia heart. Springing forward, he drew the bolt and threw the door open. Outside all was calm and quiet. The night was fine, and the stars were twinkling brightly overhead. The little front garden lay before the farmer's eyes, bounded by the fence and gate; but neither there nor on the road was any human being to be seen. With a sigh of relief Ferrier looked to right and to left, until happening to glance straight down at his own feet he saw to his astonishment a man lying flat upon his face upon the ground, with arms and legs all asprawl. So unnerved was he at the sight that he leaned up against the wall with his hand to his throat to stifle his in clination to call out. His first thought was that the prostrate figure was that of some wounded or dying man, but as he watched it he saw it writhe along the ground and into the hall with the rapidity and noiselessness of a serpent. Once within the house the man sprang to his feet, closed the door and re vealed to the astonished farmer the fierce and resolute expression of Jeffer son Hope. "Good God!" gasped John Ferrier. "now you scared me! Whatever made you come in like that?" "Give me food," the other said, hoarsely. "I have had no time for bite or sup for eight-and-forty hours." He flung himself upon the cold meat and bread which were still lying upon the table from his host's supper, and de voured it voraciously. "Does Lucy bear up well?" he asked, when he had satisfied his hunger. "Yes. She does not know the dan ger," her father answered. "That is well. The house is watched on every side. That is why I crawled my way up to it. They may be darned sharp, but they're not quite sharp enough to catch a Washoe hunter." John Ferrier felt a different man now that lie realized that he had a de voted ally. He seized the young man's leathery hand and wrung it cordially. "You're a man to be proud of," he said. "There are not many who would come to share our danger and our troubles." "You've hit it there, pard," the young hunter answered. "I have a respect for you, but if you were alone in this business I'd think twice before I put my head into such a hornets' nest. It's Lucy that brings me here, and be fore harm comes on her I guess there will be one less o* the Hope family in Utah." "What are we to do?" "To-morrow is your last day, and un less you act to-night you are lost. I have a mule and two horses waiting in the Eagle ravine. How much money have you?" "Two thousand dollars in gold, and five in notes." "That will do. I have as much more to add to it. We must push for Carson City through the mountains. You had best wake Lucy. It is as well that the serv ants do not sleep in the house." While Ferrier was absent preparing his daughter for the approaching jour ney, Jefferson Hope packed all the eat ables that hjj could find iptO_a _S{B_all | parcel. and filled a stoneware iar with water, for he knew by experience that the mountain wells were few and far between. Ho had hardly completed his arrangements before the farmer rc turned with W« daughter dressed and ready for a start. The greeting between the lovers was warm but brief, for minvte _-oiou.s, and there was much to be done. "We must make our start at once,'' said Jefferson Hope, speaking in a low but resolute voice, like one who realizes the greatness of the peril, but has steeled his heart to meet it. "The front and back entrances are watched, but with caution we may get away through tho side window and across the fields. Once on the road, we are only two miles from the ravine where the horses are waiting. By daybreak we should be half way through the mountains." "What if we are stopped?"' asked Ferrier. Hope slapped the revolver butt which protruded from the front of hi* tunic. "If they are too many for us we shall take two or three of them with us," he said with a sinister smile. The lights inside the house had all been extinguished, and from the dark ened window Ferrier peered over the fields which had been his own. and which he was now about to aban don forever. lie had long nerved him self to the sacrifice, however, and the thought of the honor and happiness of his daughter outweighed any regret at his ruined fortunes. All looked so peaceful and happy, the rustling trees and the broad, silent stretch of graiu land, that it was difficult to realize that the spirit of murder lurked through it all. Yet the white face and set expression of the young hunter showed that in his approach to the house he had seen enough to satisfy him upon that head. Ferrier carried the bag of gold and notes, Jefferson Hope had the scanty provisions and water, while Lucy had the small bundle containing a few of her more valued possessions. Opening the window very slowly and carefully, they waited until a dark cloud had somewhat obscured the night, and then one by one passed through into the little garden. With bated breath and crouching figures they stumbled across it and gained the shelter of the hedge, which they skirted until they came to the gap which opened into the cornfield. The}- had just reached this point when the young man seized his two companions and dragged them iown into the shadow, where they lay silent and trembling. It was as well that his prairie train ing had given Jrfferson Mope the "ara of a lynx, ne and his friends hat hardly crouched down before the inel ancholy hooting of a mountain owi was heard within a few yards of them, which was immediately an we red by another hoot at a small distance. At the same moment a vague, shadow} figure emerged from the gap for which they had been making, and uttered th« plaintive signal cry again, on which a second .jan appeared out of the ob scurity "To-morrow at midnight," said the first, who appeared to be in authority. "When the whippoorwill calls three times." "It is well." returned the other. "Shall I tell Brother Drebber?" "Pass it on to him, and from him tc the others. Nine to seven!" "Seven to five!" repeated the other, and the two figures flitted away iD different directions. Their concluding words h#d evidently beep some form oi sign and countersign. ' The instant that their footsteps had died away in the distance, Jefferson Hope sprang to his feet, and, helping his companions through the gap, led the way across the fields at full speed, supporting and half-carrying the girl when her strength appeared to fail her. "Hurry on! hurry on!" he gasped from time to time. "We are through the line of sentinels. Everything de pends on speed. Hurry on!" Once on the high-road they made rapid progress. Only once did they meet anyone, and then they managed to slip into a field and so avoid recogni tion. Before reaching the town th< hunter branched away into a rugged and narrow footpath which led to the mountains. Two dark, jagged peaks loomed above them through the dark ness, and the defile which led between them was the Eagle canyon in which the horses were awaiting them. With unerring instinct Jefferson Hope picked his way among the great bowlders and along the bed of a dried up water-course, until he came to the retired corner, screened with rocks, where the faithful animals had been picketed. The girl was placed upon the mule, and old Ferrier upon one of the horses, with his money-bag, while Jefferson Hope led the other along the precipitous and dangerous paths. It was a bewildering route for any one who was not accustomed to face Nature in her wildest moods. On the one side a great crag towered up a thousand feet or more, black, stern and menacing, with long basaltic columns upon its rugged surface like the ribs of some petrified monster. On the other hand a wild chaos of bowlders and debris made all advance impossi ble. Between the two ran the irregu lar track, so narrow in places that they had to travel in Indian tile, and so rough that only practiced riders could have traversed it at all. Yet, in spite of all dangersand difficulties,the hearts of the fugitives were light within them, for every step increased the distance between them and the terrible despot ism from which they were flying. They soon had a proof, however, that they were still in the jurisdiction of the Saints. They had reached the ; very wildest and most desolate portion j of the pass when the girl gave a ! startled cry and pointed upward. Oa j a rock which overlooked the track, showing out dark and plain against ; the sky, there stood a solitary sentinel. ! lie saw them as soon as they perceived him, and his military challenge of "Who goes there?" rang through the silent ravine. "Travelers for Nevada," said Jef ferson Hope, with his hand upon the rifle which hung by his saddle. They could see the lonely watcher fingering his gun, and peering down at them as if dissatisfied with their re ply. "By whose permission?" he asked. "The Holy Four," answered Ferrier. His Mormon experiences had taught him that that was the highest axithority to which he could refer. "Nine from seven," cried the sentl- j nel. "Seven from five," returned Jeffer son Hope promptly, remembering the countersign whicll he had heard in the garden. "Pass, and the Lord go with you," said the voice from above. Beyond this post the path broadened out, and the horses were able to break into a trot. Looking back, they could see the solitary watcher leaning upon his gun, and knew that they had passed the outlying post of the chosen people, j and that freedom lay before them. [TO EE COI.TINUED.) Street Car Amenities. "I would get up and give you my sent, miss," said the jolly-faced n.an in the crowded street cur. "but I don't feel it to be my duty lam old enough to be your father." "You hold your age and your seat re markably well, sir,' replied the young woman, grasping a s'rap as the car lurched. —Deoiorest'a Magazine- S»>aießUnfe -3 , —*• ORCHARD DRAINAGE. A Flan Which l« Salil to I'OMfM Many Adrant»seJ. Our neighbor. John Burdette, n«w deceased, who gave to the world the "Long John" strawberry (jet grown here to some extent), and who enjoyed the reputation of being one of the most progressive and successful orchardists in this vicinity of orchardists, provided the required surface drainage in the last orchard (Bartlett pears) planted by him.in the manner shown in Fig. 1 of the accompanying illustration. The land slypes slightly, and there is no difficulty of carrying every bit of the over-supply of sur'ace writer off toward a shallow ditch at the foot of the orchard, and from there to the river. Year after year the plow fur rows have been turned towards the tree rows, so that the surface is made decidedly wavy, the lowest part being right In the center between the rows. I ~jrl fi' BURFiCE DRAINAGE IU ORCHARD. This tract of land is usually considered to be In need of tile drains. Mr. Bur dette claimed this style of surface drainage not only to be cheaper than tile drains, but just as good for his pur poses. Surely the trees have (frown thriftily, and begun to bear fruit, thus realizing all the fond expectations of their planters. The land at each side of the tree row was planned with a row of strawberries, kept well cultivated and hoed, and mulched during the win ter. The young orchards at Woodbanks are planted on land ot similar charac ter. There aro some tile drains, but not sufficient to carry off the surface water as promptly as desirable. We therefore resort to surface drainage, but on a somewhat different plan, namely the one shown in Fig. 3 of the same illustration. We round up the tree rows by throwing three or four furrows from each side against the trees, and then plow the strip in the center, making a well-rounded bed. This has room enough for two rows of potatoes, cabbages, peas, sweet corn, or whatever hoed crop wo wish to plant. The coarse manure, while the trees are young, is all applied on the bed between the rows. The hoed crop gett the chief benefit of these manure applications. It does not encroach on the space which properly belongs to the trees. The vegetables pay for the cultivation, the use of land, and the manure, while the tree 3 are making good growth and are brought to bear ing age with little expense. We have learned to fear the effects of growing grain in the orchard. It is a bad practice, giving us sickly, stunted trees. The grain crops rob the , ti-ces not only of the plant foods, but also of the moisture required for thrifty growth. With good manuring, either by means of stable manure or commer cial fertilizers, however, we find no serious objection to the use of the center beds in growing millet, rye or oats and peas for cuttiug green while the trees are yet young. —American Gardening. A BARREL HEADER. Any Blacksmith Can Make One for Sev enty-STtve Cents. This barrel header works to perfec tion, and any blacksmith will make it for seventy-five cents. The parts a A BARRET, HEADER. marked A A A are made of a small wagon tire with hinges at CC. D D are rods of half-inch round iron riveted to the frame three inches above the hinges on each side, but left to turn freely as a hinge. Ris a piece of two-inch planli nearly the sizb of the barrel head. Place the head on the barrel, then th« header in position. Loosen the toj hoops, bear down A to press the head in. Drive down the hoops and the head is in.—Canadian Horticulturist. Whitewashing the Treas. Trees that are whitewashed about three times a year, from early spring uutil fail, will be partially protected against insects, but the best reason foi using the liraewash is the neat and at/ tractive appearance of the trees aftei being whitewashed. There is nc "economy" practised in using th« lime. Apply it of the consistency ol cream and use it plentifully. I f neces sary apply once a month during th« first three spring months and then onc« or twice during the summer and fall. Best Strawberries for Market. The largest straw berries are not al ways the best for the table, though they sell better in market. As cus tomers are compelled to judge front appearances, however, all fruit should be attractive as possible. It is bettel to have a variety that can be shipped to a great distance than one that ii extra large and not firm, as fruit is sub Jeot to injury on the journev if soft. Amusement Scarce, But- First Small Boy—Mamma has gone out, and locked us in the room. Wat shall we do to 'muse ourselves? Second Small Boy Where's the matches? "We don't have matches any more. This flat has 'leetric lights, you know." "I forgot. There's no stove or fire place, either." "No; nothin' but steam heat." "I'll tell you what we'll do. Let'a play seesaw with the folding bed."— Good News. Ode to the Complexion. The sign: "Fine Toilet Soap, 5 cents," For months hung on the wall; The ladles came and went each day But bought no soapat all The slm was changed: "Complexion Soap, Price fcl cents per Cakei" The dealer in the next two weeks A fortune small did make. —Kansas City Journal. Too Mnch Talking I'oflpr. Muggles—lt's funny Ned didn't mar ry that girl. Wonder why he didn't. Brnggles—lie found out she could talk in six languages. He said ho didn't think he was able to stand more than the ordinary husband.—Chicago Record. The liaby's Soliloquy. That some one's told a great big Ob About my looks I greatly fear Mv ma says I look like my pa; My aunt says I'm a pretty dear; And while I like my dad quite well. He is not pretty, that 1-t cieur. i a svoNDEBFUL STATE. Points Aoou. and Her Amiable People. ri tnt , tJ - m the Tourtut Mot lie Malt Pay Well to See Tbrm -Where the 7.0n«-« Are Very flo»e Together. r Take your average Californian and you will find him to be an amiable r creature. Di>tance lends no enchant , ment in his ease. You have got to ! meet the fellow on his own soil to get 1 thoroughly acquainted with him and t learn fcn admire all the good traits he , has stored away in his well-nourished [ frame. There is nothing mean or ( small about the average Californian, [ says the Chicago Herald. He lives [ well, sleeps well and dresses in good taste. lie likes legitimate spor» and is , a keen critic at the theater. Jiedo-sn't f nourish a throbbing love for China f men, and he looks with suspicion on f bank notes and gold and silver eertifi > cates. ne prefers to collect and pay his debts in coin, and considers a penny ) as a .sort of tramp in our monetary sys ) tem. It rains in San Francisco during the winter months—not every day. pcr ( haps, but possibly nine or ten times a week. But the average Californian doesn't appear to notice the precipita tion until he meets a friend from the east. Then he begins to apologize something after this fashion: "How do you like this country? Ever in California before? This rain is something unusual. Thursday was as clear as a bell. Sorry it is so disa greeable. Spring is quite as backward this year as some merchants I know are in their payments." Then yon laugh and stoop to let the water run off your hat. "But," the average Californian will | continue, "this fog in the morning means a clear afternoon. Never knew it to fail. Will you bury your beak in a glass of wine?" There is the apologetic humanitarian | for you. You can find him almost I anywhere in San Francisco. He knows ; that fogs and rainstorms are as preva | lent in his town during the months of November, December, January and February as they are in the web-footed state of Oregon. Yet when approached by the tourist he manifests the most acute astonishment at such climatic eccentricities. So thoroughly addicted is the average Californian to this harm less and amusing form of tergiversa tion that he at once impresses you with the belief that he actually thinks he is telling the truth, and that the doleful surprise he manifests is thor aughly conscientious. Things grow very large the moment you leave the Mojave desert, with its bristling, stunted palms and miles and miles of sage brush. Just take a ride with a Los Angeles man through the San Gabriel valley, if you doubt this assertion. Let him do the talking. He is sure to keep you thinking. This is about the way he rattles along: "Peach trees? No; that's a prune orchard. Why, last year Mr. So-and- So gathered six thousand tons of prunes off these trees. Why. sir, the crop was so heavy that he had to hire men to saw off the branches to pre serve the trunks of the trees. Oh, but this country is a-coming. You can't 6top her. Just look at these moun tains. They are fifteen miles from town and you can't touch the land for less than five hundred dollars an acre. Look at that dirt. Raise anything he-e. This soil is blacker than Puget sound and richer than Baldwin. It's a great country. Why, it's different from anything on earth. Here the squirrels build their nests in the ground and rats live in trees that shed their bark instead of their leaves. See that orchard over there? Fifteen years ago it was covered with sage brush. Now are eighteen thou sand orange trees in that tract of land, and the fruit the wind alone blows off would pave every road and path in Golden Gate park. What do you think of our women? Not so pretty as 1 they are in 'Frisco, eh'.' 1 will tell you why. It's the climate. Up there they have more moisture in the air and that softens the complexion. Here it's dry the year round and that is why the faces of our women look harsher. But it's a good country, isn't it? What do you think of it anyhow?" And so this man of Los Angeles will talk and talk until the sun goes down in the ocean with a sizzle. But Cali fornia lias everything to brag about, and the visitor can afford to stand this good-natured hyperbole. The state is bigger than the combined area of the commonwealths of New York, Penn sylvania, Vermont, New Hampshire and Delaware. It is a thousand miles long. From the Mexican line to the boundary of Oregon the distance is as great as that which separates New York city from Chicago. It is a state where the zones are so closely wedded that the visitor may pick straw berries one moment and half an hour later enjoy a sleigh ride on the flat top ' of a mountain. It is a land filled with 1 flowers, fruits and birds, and just enough snow and ice to drape in glit tering passementerie the purple peaks and savage cataracts to the north. Qumrr I'aes of Fans. There are many curious uses of fans in Japan. The umpire at wrestling and fencing matches uses a heavy one, ■ shaped like a huge butterfly, the han dle being the body, and rendered im ; posing by heavy co.-ds of silk. The various motions of the fan constitute a language which the wrestlers fully un derstand and appreciate. Formerly in j the time of war the Japanese comman ] der used a large fan, having a frame of I iron covered with thick paper. In case of charge it could be shut, and a blow from its iron bones was no light affair. One notable variety of fan is made of waterproof paper, which can be dipped in water, and creates great coolness by evaporation, without wet ting the clothes. The flat fan, made of rough paper, is often used as a grain winnow, to blow the charcoal fires and as a dustpan. Vulgar Economy. Miss Shoddie—The Highmhids are going to send Edith to college. Mrs. Shoddie —Huh! It doesn't cost half as much to send a girl to college as it does to have her at home and keep her dressed up the way we do you.— Good News. A Good Talker. Little Dick—lf I had a stereopticon I could give exhibitions and make some money. Johnny Shaver says he'll go with me and do the talkin'. Papa—Who is Johnny Shaver? Little Dick—He used to work in a barber shop.—Good News. A Heavenly Match. Husband (irritably)—lt isn't a year since you said you believed onr mar riage was made in Heaven, and yet you order me about as if I wasn't any body. Wife (calmly)— Order is Heaven's 1 first law. —N. Y. Weekly. Too Warm. Borus (struggling author) —Naggus, I always thought you were a warm friend of mine! v H r-.r,, u (literary editor)—Borus, I am. That's why I roasted your book. — Chicago Tribune. I A Uuhloun Compliment. He —I should be glad to hear that you enjoyed my novel. She—Why, 1 was fairly in ecstasv 1 wbeii I readied Vile ctfo Record. A REMARKABLE FACT. Removal of a Cow'n llorua '-"run till Flow of Milk. The removal or suppression of the horns of cows iucreai.es the supply ol milk, and the animal fata. The faot U a strange one, says the Boston Globe, but there is no doubt about it. The 1: r.s arc not of much use, and on the other liana, are often the cause of acci dents. The removal of the horns of young animais was recommended years ago l>.v a distinguished veterinary surgeon, and Neumann demonstrated that cows wit hi ut horns were fatter and gave more milk than others. He saw four Dutch cows without horns giv.> from eighteen to nineteen quarts of milk a (lay although on lndlf fereut pastures, tvhereus others of the ; same breel, bu with horns, only gave twelve to fifteen quarts, la spite of the fact that they had the advantage of ex* cellent grazing land. American breed ers have ma le experim ;nts which am ply confirm the statements made above. Those in favor of the removal of the horns do not in the least intend to coun tenance any act of cruelty; the removal would be effected in a simple and easy manner, by destroying the tissue or root of the horn, as soon as there wm the slightest sign of hardening on the forehead of the young animal. Hut without entering into any dia» cussion on this head, simply note th® fact that the removal of the horns In creases the supply of milk. Although strange at first sight, it does not appear so extraordinary upon consideration. It is known by experi ence that the removal of an organ which has no utility leads to better re sults in other ways. If then the animal is more content, if its domestication is more thorough and complete, if it gives a better return to the owner in the quantity and qual ity of its milk, it is natural to suppose that it will raise a better calf, that shall bo a better feeder and have also the capacity of its sire and dam to grow faster, mature earlier and generally do better. A STALL PARTITION. Simple Method for Making Temporary Divisions In a stable. Sometimes a farmer is short of stable room, or if he has plenty of room there are no stall partitions. With the de vice described below, a box stall, shed or part of a barn floor can be utilized for stalls without danger of the horses kicking each other. Get three round poles eight or nine feet long and four or five inches in diameter. About 18 inches from eacb end bore a hole large enough to allow a H'-lnch rope to pass through. String the poles on two ropes tying a knot at the under side of each pole at the desired height so the poles will be parallel and about IK feet apart. A | B B c 3=r fu 11 8 e . 1 m » A STALL PART' U* ' Suspend this between the ». • s from above by tying the rope to the joist. Staples can be driven in for this pur pose. Keep the lower pole about 20 inches from the floor. Two-inch boards or