The Middleburgh post. (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, May 29, 1902, Image 6
.J DEST FOR THE BOWELS If hifnl a rrffnlar, haliliT moTmml of the tovcla day, tai n III or will br. knp jout bowila oprm. ;.! b mil. r'orrr.lll lh ahaixor l )nt nbvvlovr pill ioli, I danirrroti.. Th imooOi iLiumI, mtrrrf. ut kcflng lb bow.U ) atul c)Ma u to U CANDY CATHARTIO EAT 'EM LIKE CANDY tfnt. I'ltvi-, l'.itfiit. Tatr :....cl. niooi Mer Kickrn. Wnkn r lirli- tun. ml M r.nll Ivrr box. Write lor trt aiiil-. anil booklrl ia iflth. Arlrtr-i ' i arrfai.ua Mirni iopt. rnirinn sr tw vohi.i XEP YOUR BLOOD GLEAN t o O O O O v o o t is oi ot ot t ot ot Rock By RALPH CONNOR ''. ,v. i.f 4 f'HArTF.U iv. MI1S. M AVOli'S STORT. rr I111- ,,:1.vs that fulloweil the J I I'.Iai'; Unci; t'lirist ni.'i st wtro anxious days ainl weary, tut not for the hriL-liti'st of mv life woulil I ch.'inp: them now, fur, 11s after the burning heat or rocking storm the dying day lies beautiful In the ten der k'ow of the evening, so these days have lost their weariness and lie bath ed In a misty glory. The years that bring us many Ills and that pass so stormfully over us bear away with them the ugliness, the weariness, the pain, that are theirs, but the beauty, the sweetness, the rest, they leave un touched, for these nre eternal. As the mountains, that near at hand stand Jagged and scarred, in the far distance reposed In their soft robes of purple haze, so the rough present fades Into the past, soft and sweet and beautiful. I have set myself to recall the pain and anxiety of those days and nights .when we waited in fear for the turn lof the fever, but I can only think of the patience and gentleness and courage of her who stood beside me, bearing more than half my burden. And, while I can see the face of Leslie Graeme, ghastly or flushed, a:id hear his low moaning or the broken words of his delirium, I think ohiclly of the bright face bending over him and of the cool, firm, swift moving hands that soothed and smooth ed and rested, and the voice, like the soft song of a bird In the twilight, that never failed to bring peace. Mrs. Mavor and I were much togeth er during those days. I made my home In Mr. Craig's shack, but most of my time was spent beside my friend. Wo did not see much of Craig, for he was heart deep with the miners, laying plans for the making of the league tho following Thursday, and, though ho shared our anxiety and was ever ready to relieve us. Lis thought and his talk had mostly to do with tho league. Mrs. Mavor's evenings were given to the miners, but her afternoons mostly to Graeme and to me, and then It was I saw another side of her character. We would sit in her little dining room, where the pictures on the walls, tho quaint old silver and bits of curiously cut glass all spoke of other nnd dif ferent days, and thence we would roam the world of literature and art. Keenly sensitive to all the good and beautiful In these, she had her favorites among the masters, for whom she was ready to do battle, nnd when her argument. Instinct with fancy and vivid Imagina tion, failed she swept away all opjkis Ing opinion with the swift rush of her enthusiasm, so that, though I felt she was" beaten, I was left wHhout words Jo reply. Shakespeare and Tennyson nnd Burns she loved, but not Shelley XT Byron or even Wordsworth. Brown ing she knew not and therefore could not rank him with her noblest three, but when I read to her "X Death In the Desert" and came to the Doble words at the end of the tale, "For all yeat n I say. and now the man Uei as he once lay, breast to breast with God." the light shone Jn ber eyes, nnd she raid: "Oh, that Is good and great! I shall get much out of him. I had al ways feared be was Impossible." And "Paracelsus." too, stirred her. But when I recited the thrllllnp fragment, "Prosplce," on to that closing raptur "b cry, "Then a llsht. then thy breast Ok, thou tout ol my aoul, I ahall clasp thee ajraln, And with God be the rest!" the red color faded from her cheek, her breath came in a sob, nnd she rose quickly and passed out without a word. Ever after Itrownlng was among her pods. But when we talked of music the, adoring Wagner, soared upon the DON'T TOBACCO SPfT and SMOKE Your Llfeawavt Veo can be cored cf any form of tobacco uhiuf tiaily. be made well, Mroog, jtinfrnMic, full of new life and vigor I t UkitiK MO'TO-BAO, that makes wok tnen trung. Many gma ten pound in lea dart. Orcr BOO ,OOt cured. All druggintii. Cure guaramn-d. Bool Vt and advice 1-RKE. Address STKRUNl CilLV'i CO . C:ii"o o I V l. fc -r MM ftrUMt All tut thUS. in onta. H'llr? br rtnirVW 5 rl ? T to to t if: 1 "r 1 7'"" 01 mav -"mm"".- far above, In o regions nnknow. le.T- and Mendelsohn, let wi h all our free frank talk here wh. all the hlle that in her gentle courtesy which kept of her life whose door .he dM not net freely open to me So I vexed myself about her. and when Mr. Craig return- ed the nest day from the Landing. where he had been for some days, my Cff MrTSUrt And bow. J tie name of all that Is wonderful and .w. i,.. iu And why does she stay?' He would not answer then. Whether It was that his mind was full of the coming struggle or whether he shrank from the tale I know not. But that I night when we sat together beside his mile mite. 1 fire he told me the story while I smok- we(,t a,ul cUan' was like an ed. He was worn with his long, hard fresU from '"' the one link In all ' drive nnd with the burden of his work, I l,Il,rk cnmn that ltonni tUPm to but as he went on with his tale, look-! M'lmt wns P"r,st a,ld 1,pst ln tuelr Past i lag Into the fire as lie told It, he forgot ! "Aml t0 tho I,1H,ur alul ,,pr bnly all his present weariness and Hved ,inmUo ,h l'rs-oh. it was all beau i again the scenes he painted for me, tlfuI t'eyond words! I shall never for J This was his story ' p, t s,l0,'k 1 Pot one night when I I "I remember weH my first sight of foulul 01,1 Iketts nursing the baby. ! her as she sprang from the front seat A unken '"st he was. but there f the stage to the ground, hardly , lie fitting, sober enough, making ! touching her husband's hand She look- extraordinary faces nt the baby, who ed a mere girl. Let's see, five years whs grabbing at his nose nnd whiskers j afo-she couldn't have been a day over nml '"''' i" blissful delight. I'oor 1 twentv-three. She looked barely twen-l ol(1 lketts looked as If ho had been 1 tv. Her swift glance swept over the ' ci,,,K,lt "' n'l. muttering some group of miners at the hotel door nnd thing about having to go, gazed wildly then rested on the mountains standing in all their autumn glory. "I was proud of our mountains that evening. Turning to her husband, she exclaimed: ' "'(ill, Lewis, are they not grand and lovely too':' 1 "Kvery miner lost his heart then nnd there, but all waited for Abe, the drlv- j er, to give his verdict before venturing an opinion. Abe said nothini: until he had taken a preliminary drink, nnd then, calling all hands to fill up, ho lifted his glass high and said solemtily: " 'Boys, here's to her.' "Like a Hash every glass was emp tied, and Abe called out: " 'Fill her up again, boys; my treat!" "He was evidently quite worked up. Then he began, with solemn emphasis: " 'Boys, you hear me; she's n No. 1, triple X, the pure quill with a bead on it; she's a' "Atid for the first time ln his Black Rock history Abe was stuck for a word. Some one suggested 'angel.' " 'Angel!' repeated Abe, with Infinite contempt. 'Angel be blowed!' I para phrase here. 'Angels ain't ln the same month with her. I'd like to see any blanked angel swing my team around them curves without a shiver.' " 'Held the lines herself, Abe?' asked a miner. "'That's what,' said Abe, nnd then he went off Into a fusillade of scientific profanity expressive of his esteem for the girl who had swung his team round tho curves, and the miners nod ded to each other nnd winked their en tiro approval of Abe's performance, for this was his specialty. "Very decent fellow, Abe, but hl talk wouldn't print." Here Craig paused, as If balancing Abe's virtues and vices. "Well," I urged, "who Is she?" "Oh, yes," he said, recalling himself. "She Is an Edinburgh young lady; met Lewis Mavor, a young Scotch-Englishman, in London, wealthy, good family and all that, but fast and going to pieces nt home. His people, who own large shares in these mines here, ns n last resort send him out here to reform. Curiously Innocent ideas those old country people have ot the reforming ' properties of this atmosphere. They send their young blonds here to re formhere ln this devil's ramp ground, where a man's lust Is bis only law and when, from sheer monotony, n man must betake himself to the only ex citement of the place, that offered by the saloon. Good people In the east hold tip holy hands of horror nt these godless miners, but I tell you It's nsk lng these boys n good deal to keep straight and clean in a place like this. I take my excitement ln fighting the devil nnd doing my work generally, nnd that gives me enough, but these poor chaps, hard worked, homeless, with no break or change God help them and me!" And his voice sank low. "Well," I persisted, "did Mavor re form?" Again be roused himself. "Reform? Not exactly. In bIx months he bad broken through nil re- utralnt, and, mind you, not the miners' fault Not a miner helped him down, It was a Elcht to make angels ween 1 when Mrs. Mavor would come to the saloon door for her husband. Every miner would vanish. They could not look upon her shame, nnd they would send Mavor forth in charge of Billy Breen, a queer little chap who had be longed to the Mavors ln some way In the old country, and between thwnthey would get him home, now she stood it puzzles me to this day. but she never made any sign, and her courage never failed. It was always a bright brave, proud face she held up to the world, except ln church. There It was differ ent I used to preach my sermons, I believe, mostly for her but never so that she could suspect as bravely and as cheerily as I could, and as she lis tened, and especially as she sang how she used to sing in those days! there was no touch of pride In her face, though the courage never died out but appeal, appeal! I could have cursed aloud the cause of her misery or wept for the pity of It Before her baby was born be seemed to pull himself to gether, for he was quite mad about ber, and from the day the baby came talk about miracles! from that day he never drank a drop. She gave the baby over to him, and the baby simply absorbed blm. "He was a new man. He could not drink whisky and kiss bis baby. And the miners It was really absurd If It not , ptbetle. It was the first Ub, ,n Btack Rock and , nMd t ,t the back o( ,t, t f that whfn he ,oft Uf Jw he hnrdn ,hop t00 proU(1 to home 'fm jmjt for . agked the bal , cnme K 8tand at t baok f h 1 J tle Ul for tne t, "ft , , , It s Just like my own." 1UU I'UU I llIlUtTSlUIlU I IMS, but to men who have lived so lnuj; In the mountains that they have forsotten what a baby looks like, who have had "I"'" ' humanity only in its rml"" Ior il"ll l"!U'e in which to lay the baby, when In came the mother saying in her own sweet, frank way: tih. Mr. iru-ketts' she didn't lind oiit till afterward bis name was Shaw 'would you millil keeping her just a lit tle longer? I shall be back in a few minutes.' And old IUeketU guessed '"''' wait. "1llt 1,1 six months mother and baby between them transformed Old IJiek- etts Into Mr. Shaw, fire boss of the mines, and then, in the evenings, when she would be singing her baby to sleep, the little shop would bo full of miners, listening in dead silence to the baby songs nnd the English songs and tho Scotch songs she poured forth without stint, for she sang more for them than for her baby. No wonder they adored her. She was so bright, so gay, that she brought light with her when she went into the enmp, into the pits, for she went down to see the men work, or into n sick miner's shack,' and many a man, lonely nnd Blek for home or wife or bnby or mother, found in that back room cheer and comfort and' courage, nnd to many a poor broken wretch that room became, ns one miner put It, 'the anteroom to heaven.' " Mr. Calg paused, and I waited. Then he went on slowly: "For n year and a half that was the happiest home ln all the world till one day" ne put his face In his hands and shuddered. "I don't think I can ever forget the awfnl horror of that bright fall after non when Old Rlcketts came breath less to me and gasped, 'Come, for the J dear Lord's sake!' and I rushed after nun. Ai ine mom 11 or ine sunn lay three men dead. One was Lewis Ma vor. He had gone down to superintend the rnnrring of a new drift. The to men, half drunk with Slavln's whisky, set off a shot prematurely, to their own and Mavor's destruction. They were badly burned, but his face was untouched. A nitner was sponging off the bloody froth oozing from his lips. The others were standing about wait ing for me to speak, but I could find no w01-1. tnr m? "fart was sick, think- ing, as they were, of the young moth er and her baby waiting at home. So I stood, looking stupidly from one to the other, trying to find some reason, coward that I was, why another should bear the news rather than I, and while we stood there, looking nt one another In fear, there broke upon us the sound of n voice mounting high above the birch tops, singing: " 'Will ye no' come back ncaln? Will ye no' come hack again? HettiT lo'ed ye eanna be. Will ye no' come buck again? "A strange terror seized us. Instinc tively the men closed up In front of the body and stood in silence. Nearer nnd nearer came the elenr, sweet voice, ringing like a silver bell up the steep: " 'Sweet the lav'rock'i note and lanf, TUHln' wildly up the glen. But ay tae me he sings ae sang, Will ye no come back again? "Before the verse was finished Old Rlcketts had dropped on bis knees, nobbing out brokenly, 'O God, O God, have pity, have pity, hnve pity! and every man took off his hat And still the voice came nearer, singing so brightly the refrain: " 'Will ye no' come back again?" "It became unbearable. Old Rlcketts sprang suddenly to bis feet nnd, grip ping me by the arm. said pitcously: " 0h, go to her! For heaven's sake, go to her!' "I next remember standing in her path and seeing her holding out her hands full of red lilies, crying out: " 'Arc they not lovely? Lewis is so fond of theniP "With the promise of much finer ones I turned ber down a path toward the river, talking I know not what folly till ber great eyes grew grave, then anxious, and my tongue stammered and became silent Then, laying her hand upon my arm, she said, with gen tle sweetness: "'Tell me your trouble, Mr?. Craig,' and I knew my agony had come, and 1 burst out: " 'Oh. if It were only mine? "She turned quite white, and, with her deep eyes you've noticed her eyes ilra wing the truth out of mine, she said: " 'Is it mine, Mr. Craig, and my ba by's T "I waited, thinking with what words to begin. She put one band to ber heart and with the other caught a little poplar tret that shivered under b T: 1 group auu raid, wim WUlie ups, DO even more gently: " TeU me.' 1 wondered at my rolce being m toady as I said: " 'Mrs. Mavor, God will help yon and your baby. There has been an acci dent and It Is all over.' "She was a miner's wife, and there was no need for more. I could see the pattern of the sunlight falling through the trees u'kui the grass. I could hear the murmur of the river and the cry of the catbird In the bushes, but we seem ed to be in a strange and unreal world, Suddenly she stretched out her hands to me and with a little moan said " 'Take me to him.' 14 'Sit down for a moment or two,' I entreated. " 'No, no: I am qnlte ready. See,' she added quietly; 'I am quite strong. "I set off by a short cut leading to her home, hoping the men would be there ahead of us; but, passing me, she walked swiftly through the trees, nnd I followed In fear. As we came near the main path I heard the sound of feet, and I tried to stop ber, but she, too, had heard and knew. " 'Oh, let me go!' she said piteously. 'You need lutt fear.' "And I had not the heart to stop her. In a little opening among the pines we met the bearers. When the men saw her, they laid their burden gently down upon the carpet of yellow pine needles, and then, for they had the hearts of true men In them, they went away Into the bushes and left her alone with the dead. She went swiftly to bis side, making no cry: but, kneeling beside him. she stroked his face and bands and touched his curls with her lingers. murmuring all the time soft words of love. "'Oh, my darling, my bonny, bonny darling, speak to me! Will you not speak to me just one little word? Oh. my love, my love, my heart's love! Listen, my darling!' "And she put her lips to his ear, whispering, and then the awful still ness. Suddenly she lifted her head and scanned his face, and then, glanc ing round with 11 wild surprise in her eyes, she cried: "'He will not speak to me! Oh, he will not speak to me!' "I signed to the men, and as they came forward I went to her and took her hands. "'Oh,' she said, with a wall ln her voice, 'he will not speak to me!' "The men were sobbing aloud. She looked at tiiem with wide open eyes of wonder. "'Why are they weeping? Will ho never speak to nie again? Tell mo,' she Insisted gently. "The words were running through my head, "There's a land that Is fairer than day, and I said them over to her, holding ber hands firmly in mine. She gazed at me ns If in a dream, nnd the light slowly faded from her eyes as Eho snld, tearing her hands from mine and M'aving them toward the mountains and the woods: " 'But never more here! Never more here!' "I believe In heaven nnd the other life, but I confess that for a moment it all seemed shadowy beside the reality, of this warm, bright world, full of life and love. She was very ill for two nights, and when the coinn was closed a new baby lay in the father's: arms. "She slowly came back to life, but there were no more songs. The miners still come about her shop and talk to her baby and bring her their sorrows nnd troubles; but, though she Is al ways gentle, almost tender, with them, no man ever says 'Sing.' And that is why I am glad she sang last week. It will be good for her and good for them." "Why does she stay?" I asked. "Mavor's people wanted her to go to them," he replied. "They have money she told me about It but her heart Is in the grave up there under the pines, nnd, besides, she hopes to do something for the min ers, nnd she will not leave them." I am afraid I snorted a little impa tiently ns I said: "Nonsense! Why, with her face and manner and voice she could be anything she liked In Edinburgh or in London." "And why Edinburgh or London?" be asked coolly. "Why?" I repeated a little hotly. "You think this is better?" "Nazareth was good enough for the Lord of Glory," he answered, with a smile none too bright, but It drew my heart to blm, nnd my heat was gone. "How long will she stay?" I asked. "Till her work Is done," he replied. "And when will that be?" I asked impatiently. "When God chovjses," he answered gravely. "And don't you ever think but that it Is worth while. One value of work Is not that crowds stare at it Read history, man!" He rose abruptly and began to walk about. "And don't miss the whole meaning cf the life that lies at the foundation of your religion. Yes," be added to himself, "the work Is worth doing, worth even her doing." I could not think so then, but the light of the after years proved him wiser than I. A man to see far must climb to some height, and I was too much upon the plain In those days to catch even a glimpse of distant sunlit uplands of triumphant achievement that lie beyond the valley of self sac rifice. TO BE OONTINOED NEXT WKEK. Uct Out ol h Mad. In the constitution of human af fairs we are obliged to travel knee deep and sometimes neck deep along the moral roads of life; and since it seems impossible to get macadam for these roads, it does seem that the organization of society and govern ment might at least give us macad amized roads for our physical pil grimage. W. B. Uarte, Boston VOTES FOR BEEKEEPERS. If honey Is overheated both color and transparency is injured. Keep bees to make your own howey. Begin with a few hive a. Strong colonies protect themselves against robbers and bee moths. It is-quite an item to breed the hive full of bees just before winter. Never leave a newly-hived swarm near the place where it clustered. Bees generally require about 30 pounds of honey on which to winter. Thick, well-ripened honey will not granulate so readily as that which is thin. In rendering beeswax use a tin. brass or copper vessel. An iron one will darken it. It is a good plan to do what feed ing is necessary ut night, bo as not to excite robbing. A little pine tnr smeared on a hoard and put next the hive will drive nwny nuts. In making can.ly to feed to bees be careful not to burn it. Burnt candy will kill bees. In cold weal her when bees are quiet is when they are doing best; do not disturb them. There are three personages in the beehive proper- the queen, the work er bee and the drone. Unite week colonies nnd their stores. They will winter better to gether than separately. Besides loosing ils beauty ami fine appearance, honey kept in a cellar pets watery and its flavor is lost. Agricultural Fpitomist. An i:vlilcnc of C ivltixiitifin. Roads are at once a means and nr. evidence of cmliat ion. The re mains of the lioinan highways testi fy of their advancement, nnd show how they carried Roman ideas to the utmost bounds of the emnire. There is nothing our people more need than to "mend their wavs:" nothing for which they would more willingly be taxed. Rev. 1'hilip L. Jones, American Baptist Publication Society, l'hilndclubia. , Sold everywhere in cant all siret. ' Made by Standard Oil l Company Canvasser - WANTED - to Hell 1'KI NIKS' JXK a journal i'or nilvcrtistTF piililislicd wrfkly at five dollars a venr. It ttaclns t lie science and practice of Advertising, nnd is liiglily esteenicd liy tlie most stic cesslul advertisers in this, country nnd Great Britain. Liberal commission allow d. Address PlJIXTEllS' INK, 10 Spruce St., New York. 4-24-ly. "Silver Plate that Wears, The trade mark 1847 Rogers Bros." on Spoons, Forks, etc., is a guar antee of quality the world over. The prefix 1847 insures the genuine Rogers quality. For anle by leading dealers everywhere. Send for catalogue No. 191 , to Inttmatlona! Sll.tr Co. Mtridia, Conn. Whrn a reliable concern of 33 ymra'ata tiding offcra Ita product direct to the uaer nnder a poai. tire Kuarantee. there la no aoud eicua (or buying adulterated goods unattended by guarrntee of any kind. Pee tba advertisement of The llayner Distilling Co., which appears in this issue. DFt . F-EINJIMEFCS GOLDEN RELIEF cirrs -cwuBa any mp BRUISES SPRAINS STINGS COLDS BRONCHITIS SORETHMMT RUSTY MAI IS LNEURAI6IA COLIC IN BIDS OB OUT OIARHHCXAJ In a 'o minutes 25e,Me.. R!oaniUwet . hare no effect on Miff TP WfKTjf barneu treated M M lmF t with Eureka Har- WMWMMW nets Oil. It re- " r V aim the damp, WW , keeptheleath. H M TOXTtTCC er toft and plU I lAKNLjiJ able. Stitches I V v . v V do not break. 1 No rough aur- II f face to chaf. ' X ff LrW Ddcut. ThtlVh. harness aot ,A ealykeepi i (K tL i lookiDglika Vf" J ew, out WLV V , Vxfl I n wear twice , gj , A LlV, as lone by the IfjJjj J3fis.?j I nae ol Eureka V'-L 4 Vf I " MODEL COUNTRY ROAD. Btt rg th rarawvra IImmU. Be -- 1 , n - - - --- - -.r OW Coanfort aa4 Cawvwaleae. One of the best kept roada I bn-J of anywhere is in Caldwell county vT nave a riven over tnis rwaa at au ti& of the year, but hare never teeg j. rough or muddy. It is not becan. w : t 1 t . . nuriBuun nun tutpt-rior roaa Ig. There are roads In the state tk, would wreck a leather bag in a f prij iraiTnii VnlO.... 1. t 1 ' t vnuil. .itllUTI JO lb UTVaUMJ .1 . ; . . ... i overseer to attend to Ma buainJ lownsnip trustees ana rood ovrrsjJ here are about ordinary, but art dinarily not about when needed. mm is mc rAHHumiun. Lin fJ 6Hl e of that road are fine farn, Beautiful farms with clean-cut hedn well-kept orchards and fine mendo, On these farms are well-built, wtJ painted and nicely ornnmented farJ houses, with bountiful Inwns trees about them. In thoae hou live progressive men, who have nfrrn that this rond slmll be well kept. K; man owns a semper. Knch fnri& takes the piece of rond along his far: just as the city resident does hi.s t walk. When one is busy, aiimh takes care of hi.s rond. When bridge is to be built they all comt get her nnd build it. The rond is pr ed in the middle, so the water r off nt once. When it begins to rough they run n scraper over During parts of the year they got this road from three to six tiiu' week. Sometimes even of truer. It tnkes some time? Yes, bin half as much as it does some m men trying to sell their farms v they want to change. An aver.i;-. three hours per week for enrh f: keeps the road. When they wair go to town, ns they often do, the (! is a pleasure. It's a pleasure for I people, too, and when one of tl wonts to sell his farm ho gets ! five to ten dollars more per Here if he were located at the side or of n narrow gullied buggy-bri' oypain. men thev nave free mai livery along that rond now. Son: the rest of us haven't, nnd I am the rond hnd something to do wit W. H. Hornby, in Orange J runner. USE HOME MATERIAL. A Itnad-llullrilnK Hint Which Ap with Equal Force to Chnroclr Bolldlna;. It is reported by the directoi t of the office of public roads inqn that a costly mistake is somet committed by districts which anxious to improve the conditio the local roads. Through not Ut 0 lift rain is I ing 'scientifically determined l-co-parAtv n1v f . dlffrrrri' terialsf they use an unsuitable stance to harden the surface o highway, when all the time the was in tl at hand a more suitable mat which can be obtained at less pense. If they knew their ow sources they would not send from home for what, after all. not be turned to ns good necou the substances easily within re;i If we nre ever tempted to l.i the lack of educational ndvnnt;i or whthever the particular back may be in our neighbo nnd to envy some more fortui endowed locality, let us pos our discontent until we have the best of such things as we The library of our district is perhaps, in the number of but have we extracted all the row out of its Shakespeare an ton? The society is uncultivab has not the narrowest membeir something to teach us.' lo bill 57 n. stronrr nnd even beautiful tX'tr la. tf ta mr.t PnnQDi'd rr 4 Irni'i IClp 1. "UW "LU O.IIH j I'RT'SI' lar; we may nnu au ine maiera v it very near home. W'ellspriilun j's FOR LOADING LOGS. rever who fi iselvcs out of An Arrangement Which gave of I.abor and, In Some Ca Lota ot Profanity. 'id the 'ii hnv 1 drain It 1; ten in S n 1 Arrange two ttout timbers with one end tl each on the and the other on the tied or Double a iu-inch rope of i lenrih. Looo the middle thrd clevis, n It will not slip. Tie i;1""". ot the rope to the ide of th ' 'llJlltf J lie got r. umi mens Wellspi ug. Hi re aspu Uowshii het find EAST WAT TO LOAD LOt of eve farthest from the leg, B. B. much t the clevis back over the si i old. Li around the log ao it will balancl sure, M take It back over the sled, hitcUv satisfy team at Band go. ahead, liave nothin rack on the sled and rejnove th ? for from the side on which the lojt ceived. L. . Emmons, in Fal heir wl what How on Home. Good Honda nnd Charehf hnust ii Better roads often mean church attendance. It is not U it, al a measu lioose th aiimlfieance that the Jews we! mnnded to "prepare the wayf Is each Lord." To -gather out tae tvua and to "take up the st j the wli blocks," may be a duty in alag, j as well as a figurative senJ roads i invitation: "Let ns go up house of the Lord," would worth Ita fnh more effectual if it were not re almc vegetable eult a thing to get there. Hi Lomson, Manchester, Jinsg. kck off; The most fertile sources ofi,loh..to 1 In poultry ere lice and filtl al olima come unsuitable quarters, feetUnf and oTererowdlng. "eaet. WatlwnmiiliMftWW . ....... r i in I' I b Ji Elk Si krful boi kboi if Lin tre ity Fi 1 pea Mile a e. r t eat to ill ab ig of a