l'lirtuiiiil eft. Tttwover strong ami skillnl Art thou, my foe, However fierce I thy relentless hnte! Though Arm thy bun. I, nml sure thy ntm, nml straight Thy poisoned arrow le.ive thy landed how To pli'fc the tnrjpt of my heart, h ! know I am the master yet of my own fat p. Thou canst not rob of my chief estate. Though foiirtiino, fiimo, nml friend', yes, lovo sh.jll go. Not to tho dust shall my true self be hurled. Nor hn!l I meet thy worst assaults dis mayed. When all thlnirs la the balance nre well weighed Thin Is lint ono ge:it dntigor In tho world. Thou canst not form my soul to wish live III- There only lies the evil that can kill. IKi.i.a Wiif.klks WiLnix, 111 Harper's Weekly. UNDER THE SOFA. Tho room was hung in pale blue silk; tho Prayer from Orpheus was open on a spinet ; t!i chairs had lyres for luck i n ni'ih u v writing-desk; n white bod with its decoration in roses; painted doves in pairs along tho cornice; tho whole" seemed to mnilo with n tender grace. Tho lamp .hotH! softly, mi l tlits flickering fire light fi !!! tho dusky comers ns with palpitating wings. Hosted before the writing-desk in a loose gown, her del icate neck inclined under tho pale, magnificent aureole of her hair, Jul: Hto is looking over old letters, which have lain, tied ti w ith ribbons, for Rotten in tho drawers. The stroke of midnight sounds; it is the sign of the merging of the old year into tho new. Tin d linty clock, upon which a laughing, gilded love is perched, nnnoiui.vs that tho year of 179! is ended. At tho moment when the hands con join, a little! phantom appears. A pretty child issuing from a tiny room adjoining, whore he sleeps, comes to throw himself into his mother' arms ami wish hor a hippy New Year. "A hippy Nw Year, Pierre, I thank you ; h it do you know1 what a happy y oar is?" He tbi'ilcs he knows, hut sho wishes to impress the lesson still deeper. "A year is good, my darling, for those who h iv. p in; I it with tit Intd and without fear. " Hho kisses him and parries him hack to t':.o bod ho h is left, and then reseats herself before the desk. Sho gazes first at the ll i.-m-a glowing on the hearth and then at tlu letters, from which faded flowers arc; dropping. It costs her much to burn thorn, hut it must bo done Imkmiimo th'wo lottery if discovered, would send to the guiltotiDu him who wrote and hoc who received them. If she alone were in question, she would not destroy ta -m, so woary is sho of contending for hor life; but she thinks of him, hunted, proscribed, de nou need, at this very Moment hiding in Homo hay-loft at tho other tndof Paris. It would take but a single one of theso lettors to track him out and rgivc him over to death. Ptcrro is snugly asleep in tho next room, anJ tho two servants have re tired to t ho upper regions. The deep Bilence of tho season of snow reigns without Thj slurp pure air quickens the fliimo in tho fireplace. Julio is going to burn the letters, but it is a task sho knows she cannot accomplish without deep and si I ivfloctiou. Sho is going to burn tho lettars, but not without road'ng them. They are arranged in order, for Julio infuses everything pertaining to her with the cxactt.es of her mind. Some, already yellowed, are dated I three yours back, and Julie, in tho nilence of the night, lives over again cuchnntcd hours. Not a singlo page in consigned to the flumes before the 1 iiilo veil syllables tUat covor it aro ten times spoiled. The calm is profound around hor. Occasionally, as tho hours pass, she goe to tho window and, lifting the curtain, sees in the silent darkness the apiro of Saint Oermain-des-Proa sil vered in tho moonlight J then she takes op again her nock of slew and regretful destruction. And how cau eke refrain from drinking in for a last time these delicious pages? How can he give to the flames those dear line without first engraving them forever on heart? .The calm is profund round her, and her soul is palpitating with youth and love. She Teada : "I nee you when abseut, Julie. I walk aurrouudod by the images my fancy creates. I see you, not motion less and cold, but warm, alive ; always changing, always perfect. I draw around you in my dreams the most magniHeent speotaules of the universe. How happy is ho who is Julie's lover I All thiuga charm him, beoause he we her iu them alL Loving her, he loves to live; he admires the world that she illumines; he cherishes tho earth that blooms under her foot steps. Love reveals to him 'hidden meanings in all that surrounds 'him. He understands tho infinite forms of creation ; they nil picture forth Julie's image ; ho hears tho innumerable voices of nntnre ; they all murmur Julie's name. Enraptured, he lets his gaze float out upon the broad sea of daylight, knowing that tho same radi nnco bathes Julie's face, like a divino caress thrown over the most perfect of human forms. To-night, the first stars will make him tremble ; he will think, 'Perhaps bIic, too, is looking nt them now.' Ho breathes hi-r in in nil tho perfumes of the air. He could kiss tho earth that benrs her. . . . My Julie, if I must fall tinder the proscriber's nxe, if, like Sidney, I must die in the oausj of liberty, death itself cannot hold in tha nether-world, w here you are not, my unhappy shade. I will fly to you my darling; often will my soul return to float around you." She rends and dreams. The night is ending. Already a pale, gray strenk shows under tho curtains; it is the dawn. Tho servants have commenced their tasks; she wishes to finish hers. Were those voices she just now heard? No, the calm is profound nrouud her. The calm is profound, but it is be cause the snow deedens tho sound of footsteps. Men nre nppronehing; they are here ; loud knocks shake the door. She hns not time to hide the letters, to close the desk. All that she can do, she does ; she gathers up the pa pers in her arms and throws them un der the sofa which has a deep valance around it. Somo of the letters are scattered outside on the carpet; she shoves them under with her foot, seizes a book, and falls into an arm chair. The President of thi District enters, followed by twelve patriots. He is n former chair-mender by the name o' Brochet, whoso limbs tremble as though with fever, and whoso blood shot eyes nre perpetually rolling as though nt sights of horror. He signs to his men to guard tho doors, and addresses Julie : "Citieuess, wo have just been in formed that won are in correspondence w ith various agents of Pitts aud with emigrants and conspirators iu prisons. I come to seize your papers in the name of tho law ! You were desig nated to me a long time ago ns an ar istocrat of the most dangerous kind. Citizen Rapaix, who stands before" he pointed to one of his men "has admitted that in tho severe winter of 17H!) you gavo him money and cloth ing to corrupt him. Lenient magis trates, without proper public spirit, have spared you too long. Hut I am master now, and you shall not escape tho guillotine. Give up your papers, citizeuess." "Tnko thoni yoursdf," said Julie, "my desk is open." Sundry notices of births, deaths, or marriages, old bills, and business pa pers still remained in the desk, and Brochet examined them one by one. He turned them from side to side, and felt them as would a man uncertain of his ability to read, and nt intervals ejnculntod, "Bud! the name of ci-devant king is not erased. This is bad, bud !" Julio concludes from this that the search is to be a long, minute one. She cannot refrain from casting a fur tive glunco toward tho sofa, and sho sees tho corner of a letter peeping out from under tho valance like tho white car of a cat. At sight of this, her an guish suddenly ceases. The cer tainty that all is lost 'brings a tranquil assurance to her tuind and upon hor faco a calm quito liko that of security. She is sure tho men will seo this point of paper that sho sees, gleaming whito upon tho red carpet. It sooms to force tho eye toward it. But sho does not kuow whether tho discovery will eomo at onoe or later, aud doubt occu pies and amuses her. She even, in this tragio moment, watches the pa triots as they approach or turn from the sofa, as though their movements wore part of a game. Brochet, who has finished with the papers in the desk, becomes impatient, and declares that nothing shall prevent his finding what he seeks. He overturns the furniture, exam ines the hack of the pictures, and raps with his sword-hilt on the wood-work to discover possible hidiug-plaoes. He finds none. He removes the glass from the mirrors to see if anything is eoneealed behind. There is nothing. During this time the men are tear ing up some of the boards in tho floor ing ; they swear that a worthless aris tocrat shall not make game of good sans-oulottes, such as they. But not oue of them has soon the little white point peeping out from under the valance of the sofa. They take Julie through the other rooms of the house and demand all the keys. They break up tables, smash tho window panes In fragments, rip open chairs and disembowel couches, And still they And nothing. But Brochet has not yet given up ; he returns to the bed-room. "In the nnme of rtod I Tho papers aro here I am sure of it I" He examines the sofa, decl.ires it auspicious-looking and thrusts the whole length of his sabre through it five or six times. Still ho finds no trace of what he is seeking, and with a frightful oath ho gives his men tho sig nal for departure. Ho has reached the door, when, turning to Julie, with his fist extended toward her, ho declaims: "Tremble when yoits-o me again! I nm the sovereign people!" He is the Inst one to pass out. At last, they are gone. Sho listen to the sound of their footsteps dying out in the stairway. Sho is saved ! Nor hns her imprudence betrayed him I Sho runs with a gleeful laugh to em brace Pierrcjwho is sleeping ns sound ly as though the whole house had nol been in turmoil around him. Julie shone for a time with consider able brilliancy under tho Consulate ; but in tho midst of her splendor, sho would often murmur at night snd secrets to the trees on tho park. Sho was stronger to withstand tho terrors of death than tho trials of love. Her husband became a baron and a perfect tinder the Empire, and little Pierre died, a colonel of gendarmerie, nt Versailles in 19.VJ. From the French in Romance. An Indian Orator of Today. A delegation of Snake Indians visited the red men on tho Umatilla reserva tion during tho holidays. When they stnrted for home Young Chief de livered tho following eloquent fare well address to his visitors : "We pnrt to-night. Not as before. For onca hate was between us. Now there is love, Onoe war; now pence. Once we swung the tomahawk, and aimed the deadly rifle at each other's hearts. Now tho pipe of pence we smoke to show that tho past is pnst and buried. In other ways it is dif fcret.t. There was a time when somo of us lay in ambush against the whites. But we have nil put aside tho imple m ?nts of war ami cultivate tho arts ol pem o. Our fathers swore eternal ven gene j on tho palefaces. This was be c mse of the tradition bnnded us by them of an invasion of trappers and traders who valued not tho Indian's life. They went to the sea and found their friends at Astoria by tho great water, aud left some to mourn their Indian dead. But we live side by side with him now, and from tho rising to the setting sun we kuow no foe for whom we would put on tho war paint and ride forth to return with sculps hanging at our belts. Our pouies no more carry us to bloody attack. We own the great father at Washington as our great chief. Him wo obey, Tho past is forgotten. Major Jim, go to your people and say Young Chief, sends them peace and good will." rortlaud Oregouiau. Bulky Blank Bonks. "Well, no, it isn't exactly a pocket manual, but tho clerk who will uso it will do so without apparent effort," re marked James E. M igeo. Tho sub ject of conversation was a blank ledger, a huge affair, which reposed, fresh and bright iu its canvas cover, beneath a weight. "It weighs about scventy-tlve pounds," continued Mr. Magee. 'Whilo it's bulky and hoavy, I've mado much largor blank books than that, and for every uso. Not long ago theOovernmont mado a requisition for twenty-four books, each of about 125 pounds. They were renlly what might bo termed bulky. If tho users had to lift them and roplaeo them in the vaults morning and night we w ould have to raise a race of stevedore-clerks. For tunately for the clerks, janitors perform this service. They are not made for show, either, for they could not well be replaoed by smaller ones. Philadel phia Call. A Slight Error. "You brute!" exclaimed Mrs. Pep per, as she reached out in the darkness and felt in the crib for the baby. "What's the matter now?" growled Pepper, half asleep. "Matter t Matter enough. Get up at onoe aud fetch the baby, " "You're dreaming; the baby's in the crib." " 'Tain't. You brought up the eat wrapped in a blanket and rocked it to sleep, and left tho baby down stairs on the sofa." Hallo. . , To Be Expected. Cholly "Yaas, we missed each other in the crowd. " She "That's just like her. She's alwayt loslug things." Life, FOR FARM AM) MRU KM. WATF.niNo rows. How many farmers who hnve noticed a falling off in tho milk supply attrib ute it to the proper cause a lack of water. Yet this is generally the source of the trouble. Tho cows are neglected or forgotten and aro sup plied with water only nt milking times. The incrense in tho supply of milk after a heavy rain is often as cribed to tho improved condition of tho pasture, when it is in reality duo to tho increase in tho water supply. Milk is largely composed of water, and ns tho process of secretion Is a slow nnd continuous ono the trouble of furnishing a liberal water supply will bo amply repaid. New York World. COAL ASHES FOR VLKX SOILS. For tho purpose of making still' soils friable, sifted coal ashes, where they can readily be had, arj better than sand, writes T. D. Early. They are moro easily disseminntcd through the mass, and contain a small proportion of mineral salts, though their merit is chiefly mechanical. I had a patch of elny that was almost liko putty after a rain. I could do nothing with it. It scorned vegetable manure, nnd tho spade cut it ns smoothly ns skim-milk cheese. We dumped tho winter's ashes on it. Two years afterward it was dug over. The soil seemed great ly improved, and manure was added, and as an experiment, more than any thing else, melons were planted there. They were successful in a wonderful degree. More than that, the friability of the soil has remained permanent. FEED FOR HORSES. Oats with good timothy hny well cured and freo from mold and cut when the blossom is just pnst, make the most healthful nnd nutritious feed for horses. On good hind -and with good culture oats w ill yield as profitable a crop ns any other grain. Tho trouble is that it does not get as gooil treatment as it deserves, aud thus it fails to satisfy tho growers. The averago yield of oats under good culture may ensily be fifty bushels of grniu to tho acre, and even more. As much as seveuty-fiva bushels to the acre has been repeatedly grow n by good farmers. When tho hay crop is light horses may be kept iu excellent condition by feeding any kind of strnw, cut into chaff, moistened with water, and mixed with corn and onts ground together. Two quarts of the ground grain at each meal three times a dny will keep a horse iu fair condi tion with moderate work. If the work is increased, tho grain may bo in creased one-half. Oats is one of the most profitable graiu crops if well managed. It is quite easy to seed the land with grass or clover with this crop. Now York Times. OOOD MUTTON. Good care, good food and a careful selection of the animals for breeding purposes aro esseutiul. Tho averago farmer needs to learn this. He is gen erally far too content with a careless, indifferent management of his sheep, and does not realize that it is on these threo points that his profits depend. It is attention to these points thut has made the English sheep what they are today. Neglect of any one of them will bo fatal. To produce good mutton suitable food must be fed from tho beginuing, and tho lambs must not bo permitted to become stunted in their growth. When pasture is short, green food should be raised to be fed. Iu wiutor dry hay and com are gen erally given the sheep often in insuf ficient quantities. If tho lambs are to be fattened corn alone is fed under the mistaken impression that it is the best food. Corn is very good if fed in conjunction with other food, but by itself it makes fat at the expense of juice, If furmors expect mutton to become popular they must feed tur nips or some other succulent food that will give tho meat the jueiness and flavor which is at present so painfully lackiug. New York World. CHANGES INFLUENCE If ILK. During last winter the Nebraska Experiment Station oarried on several experiments to determine the iufluenoe of changes of food and temperature on quantity and quality of milk of dairy cows. The results of these experiments have just been published. The following are the conclusions ar rived at : 1. The use of the Babeock test was go nearly accurate iu the work required, that the chemical analyses for butter fat showed no appreciable difference worth taking iuto account. 3. The change of food showed plainly in the quality of the milk, as a ration of poor quality showed loss in per cent, of fat present, and ono of rich nutritions food caused increase in per cent, of fat. 3. The final result shown was, that there was little change produced in the total fat day by dny, but that tho changes in percent, of fnt were fully compensated iu changes in the milk yield of the cows. 4. The study of the record shows, as might bo expected, a few anomalous or uncxplainahlc circumstances which it will take other and more extended experiments to solve. 5. Tho study of sudden storms nnd cold waves included ten observations. Of these, seven showed the diminished yield of milk, and in three tho yield was constant. The fat diminished in per cent. In five observations, remained constant in four, nnd increased in one observntion. In each case the cows were warmly stabled. Farm, Field and Fireside. OOOD ROAD HORSES SCARI'R. The lack of good road horses indi cates that stnllious capable of siring such animals are few. It is too true that the qualities which go to make up a good driver are seldom found com bined in tho product of breeding farms, ami only a wide search would enable one to find such a stallion. Present stagnation in the horse mnrket hns mado the ordinary breeder apa thetic, and he had adopted tho unprofit able policy of allowing his marcs to go idle or else breeds them to inferior stallions because the servico feo is nominal. This condition would preveut those who understand it from buying a stal lion capable of siring good road horses, nnd the result is that there is not a decent sire in ninny localities to which mares can be bred. Progressive breeders who would like to improve their stock are prevented from doing so by the action of their brethren who believe a horse is a horse, and if one is better than another it is due to spe cial dispensation of Providence. The Scotch have a plan which could be profitably adopted in this country and would be the salvation of small breeders. In brief, it is the leasing of a stallion for the season on the guarantee of n certain number of mares nt a price agreed upon. Fnrm ers there form associations and secure the services of the best stallion tho class of mares in their vicinity w ill warrant, and thero is not another country where small breeders are so uniformly successful. Let farmers in nny district in this country form a co-operative organiza tion of this character and send a com petent committee to some prominent breeding locality and select such a stallion as will serve their purpose. Lease him for ono year or term of years, and tho production of road horses, as far as their vicinity is con cerned, will be a question solved. New England Homestead. FARM AND OARDRN NOTIW. Horses are made gentle by kind ness. See thut the colts have comfortable beds. Developed sires are comiug to tho front. Don't forget to feed the horses gen erously. A really choice stallion is the cheap est to buy. The brood mare should .be tho bebt obtainable. Exercise tho youngsters and break them to harness. Hens aud pullets should bo kept in separate pons, as the amount of food required for the growth of the latter will make the hens too fat. Chickens, ducks, turkeys, aud geese should not be killed until their crops are empty, that is, about twenty-four hours after their last meal. Hens w ith plenty of grass and in sects lay the richest dark-yolked eggs, while those without green food and meat lay eggs with pale yolks, which are deficient in albumen. The fattening process requires about ten days if the birds are kept in the dark. As soon as they are in proper condition they should be killed before they become feverish and lose flesh. For roup the Poultry World re commends bread steeped in strong, hot ale, and washing the nostrils and bead clear of phlegm and mucus with a solution of lime and borax iu new rum or whiskey. Land plaster or gypsum is useful about the stables. It fixes the ammo nia, and so makes the manure more valuable and absorbs all bad odors. It also helps toward making the prem ises look tidy an item that sometimes i not sufflnidDtlv considered, Jnst lo Remember By. E:i"h hnnrt has Its honrd of treasure Bifo hid from the curious eye, Its tokens of bygone hours, Just to remember by. A rose from the old home garden, A ring that tho lored used to wear, A mother's well worn Wide, A tross of sunny hnlr. A locket, a Imri'-li of violets. Together the treasures He, Dear fragments of long lost day, Just to remember by. Thnro nro yellow, time stained letters, All tied with a rlblton blue, A box of battered playthings, A baby's tiny shoe, How oft In the hush of twIllKht, Each keepsake we view with a sigh, Then tenderly put them back In place, Just to rememlsr by! Alma T. Hayden, In II ston Transcript HtMOROlS. Tho man of note is one who never pay his debts. Tho neighbor's bulldog mny toneh n mnu to lend a chnsed life. Tho cook-book recipo is too often like the disappointing novel. It does not eomo out right. "Who is your tailor?" "Hush! He isn't mine. It's all I can do to keep him from owning mo." The man who falls in lovo with a woman for her voice may hnvo to slop his ears against it afterward. Mr. Gaily "You know man pro. poses" Miss Waitlong "No, I don't. I'vo only heard that ho docs." When a washerwoman chnnges her place of residence ono may ask hor "where she hangs out now" withosjt using slang. Blinkers "I don't sec bow you enn laugh ot Saphead's insane jokes." Winkers "You would if you know his pretty sister. " Cholly "Wcnlly, I must solect somo fad. Now, what would you ad vise?" Grnee "I thiuk dolls would suit you exactly." Father "Did you get a student lamp, my son?" Son "Yes, father." Father "Well, go nnd buy some midnight oil to uso in it." Kathryn "Frank was saying sweet nothings to you agaiu last night." If nt t io (showing a jeweled finger) "Do you call that nothing my deor?" Mistress "So you aro going to leave my service ! Now, what motive impels yon to go away?" Servant "It's no motive, madam; it's a sol dier." Tom "Well, ngirlean't be expected to keep a diary." "Aud why not, pray sir?" "Because diaries aro sup posed to be secrets, and women cau't keep a secret." "'Tis better to have loved and lost" began tho young poet. "Than," put in a surly old hen pecked Benedict, "to have loved and won as I did." Ada "Wasn't Charlio nearly drowned when ho fell off tho yacht at Newport?" Elsie "No; of course, ho could swim beautifully; ho had his duck trousers on." He "It was very rudo of you to try to show your contempt for mo bo fore all thoso people." Sho (sweetly) "I was not trying to show it : I was trying to conceal it." Mrs. Youngluv (at the grocer's foi tho first time) "I want somo egg plant." Grocer "Yes, ma'am." Mrs. Youngluv (sovcrcly) "And I want somo that is fresh laid, too." Cholly "Tho doctnw has ordored a complete rest, hns positively forbid den me even to thiuk, dontcherknow." Cynieus- "Did ho hnvo tho gall to charge you for that advice?" "So you nnd George have been stay ing with my dear old friends Sir Isnao and Lady Lincrusta Walton ! Didn't you find them very nico to yon?" 'Yes; especially when wo wcro leav ing." "There is one thing can bo said for Blabson's wife; she never lets anyone say unpleasant things to her about people. "She's true to her friends?" "No ; but she does all the talking her self." Hocus "What happened when you told your mother-in-law to mind her own busiuess?" Poeus "I don't ex actly know. When I reoovered con sciousness I found myself in the hos pital." Father "I have just found out that the strange young man who oomes to see you has been borrowing money right and left" Daughter "Isn't that lovely? Ho must be a nobleman in disguise." Poor Pay "I'm in lot of trouble. The landlady says I'll have to settle, up or leave." Dead Broke "Why, you're in great luok, old man. My landlady says I must settle up before I can leave."
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