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THE WEB OF LIFE.
soon the mb of ltf Is spun
The thread is mapped; the work Is done;
And rising from iii" whirring loom.
We pass within the larger room
l'rom out the weary din o( life,
To where peace over cometh strife;
And In the M ister's presence sweet
l.ay down our little tasks complete.
Hut still we'll note with throbs of pain
Where tangled threads made effort vain,
Rememb'rlng how grief's heavy seal
Was set, our errors to reveal;
And sadly own. through tear-Mled eyes.
That careless hands could ne'er devise
A plan to guide the shuttle ritfht.
I'pon life's loom from morn till nleht
So when, the weaver's heart to oheer,
The Master Workman draweth near
With words of counsel to advise
And patient fingers, skillful, wise.
He draws the tangled threads apart,
And lays them stralyhl and smooth
The bar-then listens, that a call
For help miiy ne'er unheeded fall
But when the web at length Is spun.
The thread snapped off, the work all
The weaver hears It from the loom,
Where- In the sunlU larger room
The Master sits, all tasks to sean,
And Judge the workers man by man
Full Joy 'twill be If we but hear
The Lord's "Well done," fall sweet and
Lllliaa C. Nevln, In N. Y. Ohserarer.
HUGH BAIN'S CRIME 8
Ly Julia K. Hildroth.
V. IS n tyrant I That's What he is
-;i tyrant; and 1 would like t
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server! before!" cried Hugh Bain, shak
ing li is. list at the schoolhouse door.
"What's the matter, llugh?" asked
a boy, standing near,
"Why," cried Hugh, In an excited
v,,ir.. asked him if 1 could stay nt
home thin afternoon uml be said: 'No
decidedly, no!' "
just like him!" cried aereral of the
boyu ill chorus.
"1 hate liiui," said Hugh. "I'd like I
"Hush!" whispered Mark Crow,!
irnrnlnirlv. "Mr. Carter will Jicur
1 don't care," repliedi Hugh, with
"Uncle Milton ami ever so many
young men are (.'"in,: "t to shoot a
couple of foxes that have been steal
ing" our geese and1 chickent," replied
Hugh, "Uncle Milton said1 if I eouhi
(ret off, I might go with them,"
Hero Hugh liroke off. nnd, with a
very savage glance at the iloor, uiut
"1 wish you Were the fox and I hail
the shooting; of you."
"Hush!" whispered Murk ("row
ngnin. "You know that you don't mean
"Ve, I do," Mild Hugh, defiantly.
"He is a tyrunt nnd 1 huio him."
The boys were standing about the
schoolhouse after noon recetl, waiting
for a signai to enter.
The bell toundkd Just then, nnd
Hugh took lii k place in n very bad
humor. He was srj sulky and stubborn
that nt last Mr. Carver became impa
tient, and indignantly ordered htm to
apologie at once or leave the school
until he thought fit to lo so.
Hiiffli. without, a word, seize ! bis lint
ami rushed from (he room.
But when he stood outside of the
ehoolhouae, bis anger cooled as be re
membered it would be impossible to
kcc this disgrace from bis parents.
Hugh was in no hurry to go home
now, nnd so, when lie came within
sight of the house, he turned Into n
little by-path which led to the woods,
As he walked slowly along, picking
up the dead leaves in his path absent
ly, he caught sight of a pair of sharp
eyes, watching him from behind n
large stump, nnd the next moment
a grny fox bounded across the road.
nnl wna lost to sight among the
At the same time Hugh heard the
barking of dogs and the sboiitinp of
men, and bis Uncle Milton, followed
by linlf a. doz.en of his friends, tame
running toward him.
"Which Way?" cried Uncle Milton,
too much excited to be surprised by
Hugh's appearance. "Did you see
him? Which way did he go?"
Hugh pointed in the direction the
fox had taken, and nwny they nil
went, helter-skelter, pell-mell, dogs
and men, and Hugh followed.
At a short distance from the path.
nni surrounded by a fringe of tail
bushes, the pnrty came upon the wall
of a deep ravine.
Over this I'ncle Milton threw him
self without a moment's pnuse. nnd
With no other support than the
bunches of dry grass and weeds grow
ing among- the rocks, made his way
rapidly downward to the gully below,
nnd went scrambling up the other
side. All followed. lint one unfortu
nate young fellow stumbled nnd lost
his footing, nnd Hugh saw him roll
to the bed of the ravine, nnd lie among
the stones, motionless.
Hugh' hurried back K aseertnin if
he were very much hurt, und found
him sitting up, rubbing his arm, rue
fully. "Are you injured?" nsked ngh. I
helping him to nrise.
"My arm is either sprnined or
broken," replied he. Then, pointing j
to the fownng-pieee on the ground, i
he added: "That belongs to your
uncle. If you wfl! pve it to him. 1 II
go home. I have hnd enough of fox
hunting for one day."
As Hugh slung the weapon over his
shoulder, feeling pleased and impor
tant, the young man stalked moodily
away, holding his injured arm.
"Now." said Hugh, as he hurried
after the bunting party, "if the fox
shows himself again, he won't get off
quite as easily as he did before."
H went oat of his way quite often.
to follow gome imaginary skulking
animal among the bushes, ami when
ut last lie determined to follow tin
others, nil Founds bad ceased.
Then he discovered that it WSl
growing dark, and also that he WU
dreadfully hungry, .o he turned hie
Before he reached the border of the
Wood, it bad grown really dark. When
he came to the little stream which
Separated the woods from a corn field
which belonged to Mr. Carver, he hes
itated; for that gentleman objected
to the boys trespassing upon his
So Hugh stood still, uncertain
whether to cross the little bridge that
apanned the stream or take the longer
Way around through the woods to the
There was u half-moon tbnt night,
but It gave only a fitful and uncertain
light. The sky was covered with
heavy, fust-flying clouds, and a high
wind was moaning dismally through
the trees behind him.
As Ilu'h paused with one font on
the bridge, the moon came from be
hind a cloud, nntl shone clear nnd
bright for a moment; and Hugh saw.
on the other side of the stream, a fox,
the same probably that I'ncle Milton
bad been chasing- all that afternoon.
He was gone in a second, but Hugh
caught a Hying glimpse of his brush
a he bounded over Mr. ' urver's corn
field toward a wall,
"What a glorious thing if would
be," thought Hugh, "to be the one to
carry home the fox, lifter nil!"
tie darted across the bridge und on
toward the wall. Just before he
reached it, however, the clouds again
covered th" moon.
Hut he crept softly along by the
wall, and presently he beard a slight
rustling among the bushes close to
him. Hugh softly raised bis weapon
to his shoulder, and nt the same mo
ment, whackl came o blow upon tin
top of his head.
The boy looked up in amazement,
and saw in the dim light an arm
extended above him, and the next in
stant it struck his upturned face, half
"Look out!" cried Hugh, angrily.
"You have no right to strike me.
Don't do it again!"
His antagonist made no reply. In-
Btead, be once more swung Ins iirm
around in a very threatening and
Before it could fall, Hugh sprang
away; but In doing so be stumbled
on the rough ground nnd fell back
ward, The gun be held slipped from
There was sudden flash of fire,
a sharp report, and a heavy body fell
headlong to the earth.
Sick with terror and trembling from
head to foot, Hugh struggled to his
feet again. He gave one busty look
at the black silent heap on the
ground, snatched up bin hat, which
had fallen from his head, und ran on.
He never knew how he reached
home; hut as he opened the door, th
sound of cheerful voices coming from
the dining room seemed Ktrnnge nnd
unnatural. In an agony of terror, he
ran quickly upstairs to his own little
He found a match and lighted the
candle, which stood upon a table near
the bed. Then he pulled off his bat
and threw It down.
As the light fell upon the hut. he
gave a cry of horror. It was not his;
it. must have belonged to the man
whose life be had taken!
Hugh turned it slowly around, a
cold chill creeping all over him ns lie
noticed the small bole near the band.
Suddenly bis eyes rested upon the lin
ing. He gave a low cry, and the bat
fell from bis shaking band, for print
ed nion the somewhat soiled nnd
faded red nilk win the name "Rich
"Oh, what, shall I do? what shall I
do?" moaned Hugh. "Poor Mr. Car
ver! Ohl oh! oh!-"
Presently the 6ilenre of the room
began to be unbearable, uml be
"I can't stand this. I will go and
find father and tell him."
He crept down the stairs softly. The
bouse was very quiet now, but a light
was shining from a half-open door.
Hugh looked in, and saw his, mother
rocking backward and forward in n
low- chair, singing softly to th baby
in the room
"I couldn't taH iMef 1 westr where
father is'.'" thought Mag, aa k atole
toward t he hall door.
Then he remembered to have beard
that Mr. Haiti was going to call upon
some one in the village.
He run swiftly along the road, so
occupied with his own dreudful
thoughts that he did not notice n boy
who was coming toward him. until
his arm was grasped, and Mark Crow
"Hallo, Hugh! Where are you go
ing?" "To the village." said Hugh, strug
gling to free himself.
"1 sny, whnt is the mutter?" cried
Mark, without releasing his arm.
The unhappy boy broke dawn nil
at onoe, and sobbed out :
"Oh! oh! oh! I've shot Mr. Car
ver." "Shot Mr. Carver?" rejieated Mark,
shrinking from his friend in horror.
"I know you said you hated him, but
I never thought vou meant to kill
"Of course I didn't menn to!" cried
Hugh. "I fell nnd and the gun went
off, nnd he tumbled down without a
"You don't expect nnyone to believe
that." said Mark, quickly. "Why, as
msny as ten boys heard you sny you
hate him. and would like to do all
kinds of things to him only this
morning. Hut if yon are really sorry,"
continued Mark, after a pause, which
Hugh filled up with sobs, "you can
go to Judge Winter and give yourself
up. And 111 go with you, for fear you
might be tempted to run away, you
"I tell you I did not mcan'to!" pro
tested Hugh, wringing his bands. "But
1 will go with you to Judge Winter's
if you think that il the right tiling
"(If course I do," replied Mark, de
cidedly. Tin- two boys hurried on toward the
village very silently, As they went
they met a number of people, to each
one of them -Mark ofliciously whis
pered: "Hugh Main has shot Mr. Carvel
our teacher. He said be would this
morning, and we are goiiiff to tell
These people invariably turned, no
matter which way they had been go
ing, and accompanied the two boys.
So, by the time they reached Judge
W inter's residence, there was n large,
horrified crowd surrounding Hugh.
Mark knocked at the door, and, on
Feiing the crowd and hearing the
news, the fir! who had opened it flew
. back and acquainted the judge with
I what had occurred.
He came out instantly, and after
asking where and how the shooting
had happened, and telling Hugh to
' lead the way to the field, they all
started tiff toward the scene of the
Presently, Hugh felt his hand
grasped, nnd. glancing up, saw his
father. Even in the dim light he
looked white and troubled.
"Father, father," whispered Hugh,
"you believe 1 did not mean to shoot
poor Mr. Carver?"
His father silently pressed his band,
I nnd through all the rest of that dread
' ful journey kept close to him.
Hugh felt as though he were in a
dream, and that Mark Crow was the
blackest of nil the shadowy phantoms
in that dream, and kept repeating:
-Yes, he did it Hugh Bain did it!"
Hugh heard murmurs of pity from
the men who were following ns they
passed Mr. Carver's little cottage.
Sonic one was playing the piano and
singing a gay little song his daugh
The tears started to his own eyes
us he thought what misery he had un
intentionally brought upon this happy
On they went. Now there was but
a stone wall between him nnd that
; awful sight, und Hugh's limbs trern
1 bled under him at the thought of hav
ing to face it.
He climbed over, however, the judge
nnd nil the rest following him in pro
As Hugh pointed to a dark, motion
less object on tlie ground, the judge
said, in a low, solemn voice: "Stand
back!" and taking a lantern from one
I of the men, went cnre-fully forward.
The crowd drew back and formed a
semicircle, and many removed their
I hats and stood bareheaded under the
rej ' ' -t for- rd and raised
the lant m. Ab he did so, the thick
bushes near the wall were parted, and
I a familiar voice broke the silence:
"Whnt's the matter? What are yon
I all doing here?"
The judge stepped back, with a
shout of laughter. The owner of the
voice scrambled over the wall.
At that moment, the moon sudden
ly peeped out bright and clear, and re
vealed the form and feature! of Mr.
Hugh sprang forward, as did all the
other spectators, with exclamations
There, lying nt his feet. Hturb saw
an absurd-looking object, dressed in
coat, trowsers and shoe, but with u
1 head made of st ra w!
"What have you been doing with my
, scarecrow?" said Mr. Carver, in a
j puzzled tone. "And what does this
A loud burst of laughter drowned
; tlie answer.
Judge W inter explained the mistake.
Then there was another loud laugh,
in which everyone joined but Hugh,
who had passed loo many miserable
moments to forget so quickly.
He went up to Mr. Carver, and, seiz
ing bis hand, cried:
"When the gun went off und it fell,
, I thought 1 hud killed some poor old
tramp; but When 1 saw your bnt, I
felt SUN mim Jim US, cb, I am
so glad M mm aw anal And, Mr. Car
ver, will yew pleas forgive me for my
conduct this afterooon?"
So. after ail. Buffet apologized pub
licly, though Itolttf fattS -a! up his
m in a toetesa
Th mmrt mmmi, mmmtf, ami
for many day Eugfe Essa'a murder
was n, standing Job In the village.
ISut it was n long time before Hugh
could hear it mentioned without liv
ing over again the misery of that even
ing. Golden Days.
I The Wren's llreneli f CiiNtom.
j Mr. Le Oallienne writes of Nature as
, a lover, but his poetic fancy does not
I disguise from us that he was bred in
cities. In his chapter on what Nature
brings to beautify the graves of the
little deadllte writes:
"The wren will sometimes bring her
sky-blue eggs for a gift. "
Perhaps a wren may be permitted to
do this sort of thing in a "tragic fairy
tale;" In everyday life she would have
to purchase them from a commercially
minded hedge sparrow, for her own
eggs are pearly white, with reddish
In any memorial concerning Mr.
Dick it is impossible to keep out some
mention of Mr. ItichnrdsLe Gallienne'a
hair. Two literary friends of his were
receatly speaking of the disproportion
ate amount of adverse criticism he oc
casionally received. One said: "His
work is often excellent; he is 'fclated
because of the length of his hair. And
yet that helped him at first."
"Ah," aaidl the other, "it began aa a
boom and ended aa a boomerang."
Philadelphia Saturday Evening Poau.
IN AN APRICOT ORCHARD.
Bow the Fruit i Gathered, Dried and
Prepared for Market In South
As soon as an orchard of apricots
comes into bearing, advert iscim-iits Are
inserted in the newspapers of adjoining
towns for women and girls. 'lhou
tandl of women leave their domestic
duties, taking with them their fam
ilies to engage actively in the shedaol
the ranchers, cutting the fruit for dry
ing, after the men have collected it
from the trees.
Sometimes 500 people will be engaged
upon a large orchard. Bulea and regu
lations ai l laid dOu n for their conduct ;
the WOmen and girls sleep in tin- tents
provided- at a low rental by the man
agement, and either conk fi r them
selves, or board with what would be
termed in railroad circles a "boarding
boss;" the men, not so many, occupy
tents in some other and distnnt part
of the orchard. The sole requisite be
lng the ability- to pick and out fruit,
an aggregation of humanity represent
ing all classes of society, from 1 lie im-1
pecunious English family with culS-
taii d manners nnd aristocrat ic connec
tion to tin- nondescript, who travels
from town to town in search of employ
ment, 'is collected together in industri
ous activity for the revenue to be de
rived. Bach woman bus a smthl tray in front
of her, nnd, after cutting tin- fruit w ith
a knife, she lays it open on the tray.
Bach tray is furnished with a raised
end. When live lire filled tin y arepijed
up, ami the operator shouts: "Tray!"
whereupon an attendant approaches,
punches a ticket with which she has
been previously furnished and takes
tlie five trays to the sulphur house,
Tlie women are paid ten cents a box,
each box containing tit) pounds of fruit.
All fruit lias to be placed in the sulphur
house for several hours for the purpose
of bleaching it or causing it to retain
its natural color, as well as to destroy
nil insect life that may remain, other
wise the sun would cause it to turn
black. Tlie trays ate then carried out
anil placed upon the ground under the
steady ray of the glorious California
sun. Should clouds be banging over
the trays tire placed one above the oili
er until 'lint great purifier and drier of
the utiiv. rse, old Sol, makes his appear
and. The fruit requires from three to
seven days to dry. At the end of tTiis
time men go out into the orchard with
wtkat arc called "sweat boxes" nnd
scrape from the. trnysj all tho fruit
into these boxes, in which It is left un
til fully dried. Finally it Is hauled to
the storehouses nnd' piled up in heaps,
perhaps ten feet high, awaiting tlie eye
of the criticuJ buyer. Pearson's Maga
zine, FIGHTING THE CUTWORM.
An Kit remel r Simple Contrivance (or
Protecting Plants Asjalnst the
Fold old newspapers and cut into
sheets, say, nine by twelve inches.
Puin,t with cheap, quick-drying black
paint or waterproof varnish. Sticky
paper covered with rosin and sweet oil
will answer for one season. Cut the
sheets from edge to center. The plant
SIMI'LE PLANT PROTECTION.
being set, slip a paper around it and
place a clod or stone on the lapped
edges of the slit ucur tlie plunt ami
otherwise secure it against winds. This
will ilare the edges, cast water to tlie
center, lets uir under to prevent mold
and yet is dark and retains-moisture.
The grub prefers the ground on which
to travel aad will not attempt to crawl
onto the paper. The papers, if proper
ly cared for, will lust for a number of
years and can be safely taken away
from the plant in a week or ten days.
Dr. M. W. Strealy, in Orange Judd
Some Iteajons (or Spravlnc.
A correspondent of the Farmers' Re
view recently wrote that he had no
faith in spraying; that if the birds
were protected there would be no need
of spraying. The attention of the cor
respondent should be cnlled to the fact
that the prime reuson for spraying is
to prevent fungus attacks, such as
those producing the opple leaf scab.
Hirds can have no effect in checking
troubles oMhat kind. Bpraying with
Hordeaux mixture was first tried in
Bordeaux, France, to keep the boys
from steuling the grapes. The owner
of the vineyard found that it also saved
his grapes from mildew. Now, birds
have no effect on mildew. So it is evi
dent that the preservation of the Birds
does not remove the reasons for spray
ing. Sprarlns; as an laveatment.
It is about as hard to convinco some
orchardists that they'should spray as
It is to convince others that they
should insure their houses against fire.
The two acts are in a way similar. The
expense may be looked upon in cither
Case as insurance. The man that
sprays his orchard may never see that
he has escaped disaster. He may never
appreciate the good he receives from
spraying. Ills enemies are so small
that he does not see them approadti
and perish with the poison that has
been placed in their way. But whether
he sees the results or doea not aee
them, they ax there. Farmers' Be-
How many years of her life doa
getting those three meals a day ?
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woman s ihiiui, uui il mu iim uu
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lie.ise in I sLii iiviii ii huh ions?
cases of the womanly organs which
derunuc woman s vitality.
"I cannot praise Dr I'irror'j I'vorU(
senption too Highly as a tonic for tired,
out womrn who arc afflicted with female
nrsa." writes Mrs. Ira W Holmes, of
Kapids, Iowa. "It has helped me very
nun a skillful nhvsician once said to t
I Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets do
re-act upon ine system, iney are a
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is a laxative, two a cathartic aobc
medicine for every woman.
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A Division of Land WMeh lln.
Culled iifi Idrnl One (ar tht
urent Central Went.
The farm here described and
rraieti consists oi .iir Hen-s uin
lino inree iieius ior me purpoei
saving lencing. .tin iiirm in a
section or under can oe oivuteu
the same number of fields, tb
est nuinlier that, will me svsiiti
farming in vogue in me great
tral west, tan be made practical.
system pursued ujion this farm
clovor, corn, wneat, witn ttei-K
FT. MAJBVrtaLN3 EyfT ,
R, road. O, orchard. W IJvood lit.
1. E- V. ...I.I. n. n r. m rtn m m -mm ..
ii.TT . nn .Bfl n,epn drives I
if not, then feeding cattle. This
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Wnen the farm was bought the
.l,u n,im ii,,,, - ' . i ' ...
A. .1.1 ...... 1,1 1... M.ll. AflMS
the. wood lot and from there H
wen. wnere me water is, puis
a wind wheel, and to the barns
, .. ,,, u'niiiip ii,.,, mi- i mi ,1 r
milking in summer. During t he
.rnlii; 111,. V 1 1 T L 1 1U I'l I II VI ' 1 1 1, ',
well be on a farm of that
form. In case there arc hogs W
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can be used to divide them, or n
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the two fences can be used
At present rails are use! for tut-
V.i rw imun in In.. ,ii. p m n ti e I-1
4 " ft ""'-' - .... r
E. E. Druley, in Ohio Furur.
Two Pastures (or Bwlaa
For the pasturing of nwinel
two pastures side by side,
in rotation that is, I use w
pasture, while I plow up nnl
have an abundance of paetun'
always made it a practice '
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.ln... wll. .linriS trvr-inL 1
otn v. Din nave conciuaea to -
Essex rape thla sprins. I
nlng through the yard, and thai
1 1 1 n is tunc r r autuiu
A ThoaaraUeaa Rcaaark.
Old Mr. Probus Yes. Hoceftf
vuaxicj twuautr vii, x v -
Old Mr. Probus (penslveJj;
you're never been honest, !.'
Miss Bud la your mothe'
with vou to-nieht?
DJ1.EUUI un, iiu, iuuctui. -
I ahouldn't think of allowinf
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see! Town Topics.
In the Klondike.
"mo ne ate noru i as
"VT-well." said the sDokeem1
committee on notification,
hard. Yes see, he wis frU t
mum!" If. Y. Herald
WUh Some Aaalsta
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.11.1U9I wen, uc iieiiii." -
till 1 got out of all sorts ot
with him ana neipea mm u-
-Do you have any trouW
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aafo Tlmaa Perald.