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."