THE LILAC.
The scent of lilao in the ntr
Hath made him drag his steps and panne;
JVhence comes this scent within the Square,
iWhere endless dusty traffic roars;
A push-cart stands beside the curb,
With fragrant blossoms laden high;
Epeak low, nor stare, lest we disturb
'. His sudden reverie!
He sees us not, nor heeds the din
Of clanging car and scuttling throng;
His eves see fairer sights within,
. Ana memory hears the robin's song
t , As once it trilled against the day,
- And shook his slumber in a room
Wheje drifted with the breath of May
' The lilac's sweet perfume.
Tie heart of boyhood in him stirs:
The wonder of the morning skies,
Df sunset gold behind the firs.
is Kindled in lus dreaming eves;
tt i rc i 1 ' 1 l"
uuw xnr uu is mis snruiu iimcv,
As turnins from our sialic Kwav
He crushes to his hungry face
A purple lilac spray.
fc-Vfalter Pritchnrd Eaton, in the Amer
ican Magazine.
r THE MARK
LPF THECRUTCH.j
By MARY if!""
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Old Adam Hardburn was always
accounted very eccentric, but when
be adopted Malone's boy people
' thought that his eccentricity amount
Ad to madness. The Malones were a
.bad lot, and this boy was not, as far
s any one knew, better than any
other of the family. Moreover, he
bad fallen from a tree which he was
robbing of peaches In his youth, and
crippled himself so that he must al
ways walk with a crutch. What did
old Adam want of him? But Adam
cared nothing for criticism; he knew
that no one ever pleased all the world
yet, and when his friends prophesied
that he would be sorry he laughed in
their faces. Old Malone was dead,
two of the boys were in jail, one gone
away upon a voyage. He had found
Dan deserted in the miserable hut
they had inhabited, friendless, with
no one to help him to such work as
be could do, and he had taken him
borne.
"There could not be a better boy,"
old Adam said, and after Dan had
been with htm two years he was still
bo much of this opinion that he made
a will in his favor. Dan Malone, the
old ruffian's lame boy, had come to
be the prospective heir of the largest
estate in the place.
He was a gentle looking boy, who
grew refined in manner and learned
rapidly, but even when he had come
to be one-and-twenty people were
atJ"' prejudiced against him. Adam's
yenture might turn out well, but they
doubted it.
At last something happened that
aeemed to prove that they were all
right.
Old Adam was very fond of fishing.
Sometimes he spent long days beside
a certain trout stream, and often his
boy, as he called Dan was with him,
but one summer day Dan was cot
veil and Adam went out alone. The
blred man was chopping wood in an
other direction, and the old woman
who washed and cooked kept to her
kitchen. But about 8 o'clock that
evening Dan, very pale and with a
atrange look in his eyes, came Into a
neighbor's house.
"I came because I wanted help,"
be said. "Mr. Hardburn went away
to fish this morning. I was sick. I
grow giddy when I try to stand. I
can't go after him, and he's not home
yet. I wanted Simon to go, but he
ays his master is old enough to take
care of himself, and has probably
gone somewhere to supper. But
that's not like Mr. Hardburn; besides
be had on his fishing hat and a linen
jacket. I wish some one would do
what I find I am unable to do. I'm
alarmed very much alarmed.'
. The neighbors were kind. The
men started out for the trout stream,
and the women comforted Dan, tell
ing him that good news would soon
come; that it was too cool for sun
stroke, and that the stream was too
shallow to be dangerous. But the
young man sat paling and shivering,
partly with illness and partly with
anxiety, until news came. It was the
worst news possible. Mr. Hardburn
had been found dead, shot through
the head. A pistol lay near him, and
bis pockets were turned inside out,
and his watch was gone.
When Dan heard the news he
fainted away, and for awhile every
one sympathized with him. But soon
the tide turned.
Detectives came down from the city
and made explorations and inquiries.
The watch was found In a hollow tree
and all along the soft wood path were
very peculiar footsteps. They traced
them from the woods to the gate of
the old man's home; the mark of a
, shoe, and where the other shoe print
should have been, a puncture. Some
one hag been here who walked with a
crutch was the conclusion.
In the whole village was but one
who used a crutch young Dan Ma
lone. The clouds of suspicion began
to gather. Dan declared that he had
been 111 in bed all day, but Simon, 4he
man, knew nothing of Dan's where
abouts from the time he left home
until he returned, and Betty only
knew that he had not come home to
dinner. The pistol with which Mr,
Hardburn had been murdered was
one that was always kept in his own
dining room. And finally Dan, and
no other, had an object to attain by
the old man's death.
Poor Dan was arrested, and his
agony was very great.
"What do they think of me?" be
cried. "Is money anything In com
parteqn with a friend sock as I bare
lost! I had all I wanted. Ha was
like a father to me. How can you
think I would harm a hair of his dear
head?"
But say what he would, no one be
lieved him. They had no proof that
he had been ill in bed; no proof that
he had not been to the woods; in
deed, there were the marks of his
crutch, and that the watch had been
hidden, not carried off, was the proof
that no thief had been the murderer.
So Dan Malone lay in prison for
awhile, and was at last brought to
trial. The facts which the jury had
to consider were these:
No one had seen Dan after Mr.
Hardburn left home. A pistol which
was in the house had been used to
shoot him with. Dan declared that
he had not crossed the threshold, yet
there were the marks of a crutch
from the gate to the woods, down to
the spot where the murdered man lay
and back again, and Dan came into a
fortune on his death.
During the trial his manner, his
words, his pallid face, his evident ter
ror, even before Mr. Hardburn had
been found, were all described and
set down against him. One of his
brothers was in prison for man
slaughter, and the race was bad.
The Jury -only brought in the ver
dict all expected when they brought
in that of "Guilty of murder in the
first degree," and when asked what
he could say in his own defense Dan
only answered:
"How could any one believe that I
could kill him?"
So Dan wascondemnedtobehungby
the neck until he was dead, and all
the world said it was only what might
be expected of Malone's boy that he
should turn and bite the hand that
fed him. Even when the dreadful
day came there was little blty felt for
him. Such a traitor, every one felt,
deserved hanging.
Simon and Betty both came in for
a comfortable legacy, and the prop
erty went to a charity in case of
Dan's death, and Simon took his leg
acy and lived in a little house that he
bought, and for a man of humble sta
tion was very well off. He lived thus
ten years, adding to his means by
driving people to and from the sta
tion when he felt like it, and married
a buxom wife.
One day, however, the wagon of
which he was so proud came to grief.
Simon was thrown out and taken
home In a dying condition. As he
lay on his bed, attended by his weep
ing wife, more than bodily torments
seemed to rack him, and he begged
for a priest. The priest came, and at
the end of the confession to which he
lifitenpd inmmnnpd thft irmefatrnto
This is what was taken down in hir
presence and that of the priest from
Simon's own lips:
"Father Steck says I must tell the
truth before I leave the world or 1
can have no absolution. I wouldn't
tell It if I had a chance of life, but It
doesn't matter now.
"I lived with old Mr. Hardburn
ten years ago. I'd lived with him
quite a time, and he thought a good
deal of me. At last he took a boy to
live with him Dan Malone, a lame
fellow and he thought of no one
else after that. I hated Dan; he was
no better than I, and the old man
made a will, leaving him all he had.
He put me in the will for $3000, too,
but I wasn't satisfied. One day the
old man got a lot of money paid him.
It was a mortgage; he put it in bis
pocket and went to fish. I knew he
was down In the woods alone, and I
thought If any one could knock him
senseless he could get the money, and
then I thought of my legacy. If he
was dead I could have that, too. Dan
Malone was stck that day; I saw him
in bed; he was asleep. I went and
got a pistol there was In the house,
and then I saw Dan's crutch outside
the door; he'd got so he could walk
about the house pretty well without
it. He'd had costly doctors called in
to him, and I thought a minute, and
I took it. I wasn't going to have my
shoes measured if anything happened
to the old man, and the crutch seemed
to be a good thing to knock him on
the head with, too. I tied my leg up
by a handkerchief and went down
into the woods, leaning on the crutch
as if I was lame. No one saw me.
The old man waa fishing. I went be
hind him and hit him on the head
and took his money and his watch as
he lay senseless. I wouldn't have
killed him if he hadn't come to and
called' out, 'Good heavens! it's Si
mon!' Then I had to. I hid the
watch in the tree, meaning to get It
again some day, and I limped home
as I had come.. It any one saw me
from a distance they thought it was
Dan. I left the crutch where I'd
found It. No one was near. No one
suspected me. Dan was arrested and
tried and hung. I would have saved
him if I could without hurting my
self, but that was not possible. I
here swear that he wag as Innocent
as a babe, and that I did the deed he
was hung for."
Simon lived Just long enough to
sign this confession, and long ago re
pentant hands set a stone over poor
Dan's neglected grave with his sad
story upon It. It was a poor atone
ment to the victim of circumstantial
evidence. From Good Literature.
Automobiles Prohibited in Bermuda.
Consul W. Maxwell Greene, ot
Hamilton, reports that the act prohib
iting the use ot all motor cars in the
colony ot Bermuda, and to be in
force Indefinitely, passed both houses
of the Legislature, and on May 11 It
received the signature of the Govern
or and therefore became a law.
Female Superiority.
It Isn't that women are more sym
pathetic than men, but that their eyes
ara keener, their voices sweeter and
their bands softer.
Nothing Too
By Beatrice Fairfax.
,B all hare our hours of doubt and despair as to whether we are
W
making anything of ourselves, and It is a very good thing that
we do, otherwise we would hit back in smug satisfaction and
never amount to a row of pins.
We must be dissatisfied In order to progress.
If, however, we do the best that we can, there is no ccawion
for us to 'be in a constant state ot depression.
Dissatisfaction comes Irom the knowledge Uiat we are not putting our
best foot foremost. .
If you want to succeed you must put your best effort into every under
taking. Nothing is too small to do well.
Big undertakings are the fruit of small undertakings well done
Whether your duty be washing dishes or keeping books, there is a right
ay to do it, and that Is the only way to do it.
You can't slur over the little things and expect to make any Success wun
the big ones.
If you are doing your best and still you have times of doubt as to (your use
fulness, you must meet them philosophically. -
You must say to yourself, "I.am doing the best I know how; I wonder n
there Is some way In which I can do better."
Do not ibe too easily cast down and discouraged, and be sure that your
way is wrong before you change R.
Constant change works against success. nrf
Don't ask advice from every one you know or you will live in a turmoil oi
indecision . ,
When :rou need advice go to the person whose common sense and opinion
you most respect and ask for It.
Never talk about the big things you Intend doing unless you really mean
to attempt them. - . .
People have scant respect for the person Who Is always talking big ana
never doing anything. - " , .
Actions, you know, speak louder than words, and you will make a xar
greater Impression on people by doing things than by talking them.
The really successful man is rarely a blowhard.
It sometimes happens that a man is doing the very best he can, following
the course that duty and honor dictate, and still he may be much criticised and
censured by the world. .
In a case of .that kind there Is nothing to do but carry the burden bravely
and uncomplainingly. ,
But there will be many dark and hopeless hours to face and fight, ana
the only consolation for him will be the knowledge that he himself knows that
he is in the right. .
It takes a brave man to stick to his own convictions In the face or con
trary advice and criticism, but if he is quite convinced that he Is in the rigm
he had better keep to them until it is proved that he Is in the wrong.
Nobody is as much interested in what you do as you are yourself, ana
so you must learn to think and act for yourself. .
You are the "captain of your soul," and your success lies in your handling
of opportunity. New York Evening Journal.
Cooking' a Pleasure. DRUDGERY,
Once the Art Is Acquired
y CSabrlelle Stewart MulHner.
m
AM a strong advocate ot schools to teach cooking, and in my pro
fessional life I advise very woman who comes to me for advice
as' to her future to learn to do the things which make for proper
housekeeping and home-making. As long as the race exists, men
will have to eat, and some one will have to do the cooking.
Women should study the art of cooking and should do cooking
rather than any other one thing that they are doing in any irae
whatever. I believe that if women could learn to cook well at proper schools
so that they know how and why they do the various things in preparing a
meal, the doing of It would be a pleasure and not a drudgery.
One of miy father's pet storleB is how one day 'he came Into our home fo?
lunch, and found oie, sitting in the kitchen with a cookbook on my lap, cry
ing great tears into the pages while I tried to find out what to get him for
lunch. He thinks it 4s a good story, but I know the trouble was that 1 was
attempting to do a thing I did not understand, and was declaring that I never
could and never would cook. After we finished that meal of broad and milk,
I went at It with a will and learned to cook property, and stuck at it under
Mrs. Rorer and my mother until I could cook everything In the usual family
menu, and as soon as I learned how 1 loved to do it. And I never have since
then heard a woman decry cooking who was herself a good cook. Watch that
point, and see if it is not so.
Anything a woman can do well, she enjoys doIa. And it is becaue I
believe that firmly that I advocate teaching young girls to cook well. If she
goes into a kitchen mistress of her work, she will love it and take her pleasure
in life In producing good things to eat. If she enters upon household duties
not understanding her work, fearing failures, spoiling good raw material, frefr
ful, uninterested, she will find It a great hardship, and will flee from it Into
some shop, tell every girl not to do housework and help to spread the panic.
Housework done intelligently Is not drudgery. Cooking done well is as
great a pleasure as painting a picture. Serving a good meal cooked by your
self Is as great an achievement as arguing a case well in court. And the wo
man who can do bo. and lets her servants have the benefit of her knowledge,
has no trouble with her servants.
So I suggest that every woman who does not herself know all about th
great art of cookery should learn it, make it fashionable to know how, and
soon you will find some one quite Inadvertently, you know, forget to take off
her apron when you make an afternoon call.
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A System qf Mnemonics.
By Q. F. Williamson,
m
T may Interest your readers to know ot a never falling metnod oi
calling to mind the names of places and of persons perhaps long
forgotten and yet that at one time Beemed to be indelibly printed
on the tablets of memory.
Like many others, no doubt, I have on occasions too numer
ous to mention been "stumped" to recall for the moment hereto
fore well known names ot places, persons and things In general,
ESS
hut I am glad to say that by adopting the very simple method which I pres
tige when my memory falls me I Invariably get Instant relief and seem to be
lifted out of the quagmire and mist of forgetfulness. This is my method:
Suppose, for instance, that you wish to recall the name of a person named
"Ross." Simply concentrate your mind on the Individual and go down each
letter of the alphabet, beginning with "a," then "b" and so on, using tho
vowels in conjunction, a, e, 1, o, u. For Instance, say "a" to yourself five times,
bringing in a, e, i, o, u. First aa then ae, al, ao, au. If there is noth
ing In the sound suggested by repeating the above several times and there is
certainly nothing to suggest "Ross," pass on to "b" and say ha, be, bl, bo, bu.
When "r" is reached providing you are concentrating your mind on the per
son you wish to recall It will be a simple matter to recall the name. When
the fourth vowel is reacbd the sound of the letters "ro" would suggest Rowe,
Rowland, Roach and lastly if not fli-stly Ross.
I am aware that the five vowels used in junction with the twenty-six let
ters of the alphabet will not suggest all names and words like "chair,"" for In
stance, for one, but they will fill the bill in many cases when memory is lack
ing. As a last resort one can go down the alphabet beginning with "a." and
say aa, ab, ac, and so on, then ba, bb, be, etc. When "c" Is reached the word
"chair" will come to us when we try to pronounce "ch."
Actress's Tribute to Garrlck.
Mrs. Cllve was eminent as an act
ress on the London stage before Gar
rlck appeared, and, as his blaze of
excellence threw all others into com
parative Insignificance, she never for
gave him, and took every opportunity
of venting her spleen. She was
coarse, rude and violent In her tem
per and spared nobody.
One night, as Garrlck was perform
ing "King Lear," she stood behind
the scenes to observe him, and. In
spite of the roughness ot her nature,
was so deeply affected that she sob
bed one minute and abused him the
next, and at lengOh, overcome by his
pathetic touches, she hurried from
the place with the following extra
ordinary tribute to the university of
his powers. "Confound him! I be
lieve lie could act a gridiron.' T.
Pa Weekly.
Small
To Do Well
Held Up the Army.
The battle was going against him.
The commander in chief, himself rul
er of the South American Republic,
sent an aide to the ' rear, ordering
Gen. Blanco to bring up his regiment
at once. Ten minutes passed, but it
didn't come. Twenty, thir, an
hour still no regiment The aide
came tearing baok hatless, breathless.
"My regiment! My regiment! Where
Is It?" shrieked the commander. "Gen
eral," answered the excited aide,
"Blanco started all right, but there
are a couple of drunken Americans
down the road and they won't let
It go by." Ban Francisco Argonaut
The German empire has about 4,000
duels a year. France about 1,000,
and Italy 270. Most of them are
fought wth swords.
Packing Fruits and Vegetables.
My expettence in this line has
been largely in the capacity of re
ceiver. Consequently, I should
rather suggest than dictate.
In my long experience as re
ceiver, I note very little change in
methods of packing. No package
Is properly put up for shipment that
contains an article in several stages
of growth or maturity.
Take tomatoes, tor instance. The
common practice is to put half-grown
and ripe In the same package. The
consequence Is, the half-grown never
ripen and the ripe ones rot. Of
course tomatoes that are put up. for
shipment to distant markets should
not be perfectly ripe, but should be
at least fully grown.
All spotted and deformed stock
should be rejected. The six-basket
carriers or the flats make satisfac
tory packages.
Lettuce should receive especial
care. It should not be allowed to
wither, but packed as cut. All de
cayed leaves should be picked off
and in packing use both hands to
tuck the outer leaves around the
head to preserve It. Pack In layers
with a side pressure. Thus packed
it will carry long distances, and keep
fresh and crisp.
Beets should be packed with the
beets in centre of barrel instead of
outside, which Is the common prac
tice. Radishes should be put up same
as beets, as nearly as possible. About
100 bunches to the hamper.
The great error in packing lies
In the fact that the grower will not
resist the temptation to put a few
inferior or worthless specimens in
bis package. I cannot conceive why
they persist In doing it when it
should be as much to the grower as
it is to the receiver, that a few
Inferior specimens will often make
a two dollar package sell for one
fifty. I have paid SI per hamper
on a shipment of radishes that could
A SORTING TABLE FOR
not be sold for twenty-five cents.
Each hamper contained about twenty-five
bundles of weeds and grass
and about 200 wormy radishes in
each bundle.
Of course not all growers are so
careless, but enough are to bring
distrust on the whole business. '
The time is at hand when the
Southern grower to be successful
must identify himself with his pro
ducts. His name and address on his
packages should be a guarantee that
they are properly graded and packed.
If the Southern grower could visit
our receiving centres and see how
certain marks and packs were
sought after he would be surprised.
It is not a surplus ot desirable stock
that gluts our markets at times, but
an accumulation of unmarketable
trash which is a loss to the shipper
and a hardship to the receiver. W.
J. Grounds, in the Southern Fruit
Grower.
Enemies of the Moth.
The work of fighting the gypsy
and brown-tall moths by the use of
parasites has produced encouraging
results. The insects brought here
from Europe have increased rapidly,
and are likely to make themselves at
home all through the moth section
In the course of a few years.
Professor Howard, of the United
States Department of Agriculture,
who is carrying on the work in as
sociation with Professor Kirkland,
thinks it will be several years at
least before the new Insects will be
gin to make much headway against
the moths, probably not less than
five years, and possibly not for ten
years. As there are many species
of the insects which feed upon
moths, it seems likely that some of
them will thrive and multiply fast
enough to keep the moths In check
as they do In Infested regions of
Europe and Asia. A week or two
ago about eighty thousand of the
parasites of the brown-tail moth
were liberated.
The moth officials are also mak
ing very interesting studies regard
ing the diseases which Infect the
moths. It is thought that it may be
possible to prepare a spray mixture
containing germs of these diseases
and to spread them among the
moths by spraying. There is a dis
ease which produces a fungus thread
like growth in the brown-tail moth
and which seems to spread very
easily, almost exterminating some
colonies of the moths. It is possible
that this new idea of poisoning by
the use of diseases may produce ex
tremely important results,, not only
In fighting the moths, but in getting
the best ot other harmful insects.
American Cultivator.
Oats Hay and Cow Teas.
I have tried this mixture for sev
eral years and have found it to make
an excellent hay. Last year I tried
another plan that worked admirably,
furnishing an abundance ot excel
lent feed, besides greatly Increasing
IT i T
the fertility of the soil. I sowed
the early champion oats and when
they were just out of the milk I
cut them for hay with the ordinary,
mower. I might first say that I bad
plowed the ground before sowing so
that all stalks and weed trash were
turned under. After the oats hay
was off the field I disked it up well
and planted cow peas, using the or
dinary drill planter and planting
back between each row. Along
about the first of September, f think
it was, at leaBt just before frost, I
cut this crop of hay. The oats and
peas, fed together, make an excellent
feed, and the cattle and calves eat
it up readily and seem to do well
upon It. Cow pea hay contains about
sixteen per cent, protein, forty-two
per cent, nitrogen free extract and
three per cent. fat. Cow pea bay
and oats bay mixed equal parts con
tain about eleven per cent, protein,
forty-one per cent, nitrogen free ex
tract and 2.8 per cent. fat. Red clo
ver contains about twelve to four
teen per cent, protein, thirty-three
per cent, nitrogen free extract and
three per cent. fat. Journal of Agriculture.
Good Growth on Sklmmllk.
For several years B. R. Towle, of
Vermont, a correspondent of the
American Cultivator, has been using
fresh, warm separator milk very suc
cessfully for calves and pigs. The
milk is fed right after separation.
He writes In a dairy paper as fol
lows: The present season we are raising
double the usual number ot heifer
calves, as they are half-blood Guern
sey and we wish to change into that
breed as fast as possible by grading
up. They are in warm quarters and
have been kept dry and clean, an
Important factor In Itself. They are
of all ages from six months to one
year and are fed accordingly.
They are very thrifty and are grow
ing nicely. Some care is needed at
PACKING PEACHES.
first In not feeding too much and
thus induce bowel trouble, but as
they grow older the amount of milk
may be Increased, but they should
not be overfed at any time. Have
been very free from bowel trouble
this season, although no unusual
precautions have been taken.
Like to feed with milk until sev
eral months old, as this gives them
a fine start in growth before being
turned out to grass or weaned. After
two months old, they will eat good
bay readily, or some kind of light
grain ration if considered desirable.
Where winter dairying is followed,
this furnishes an excellent oppor
tunity for raising calves, as they can
be readily cared for and by the time
there Is good grass In spring will be
ready to return to pasture.
The idea should be to encourage a
thrifty, vigorous growth of bone and
muscle of the true dairy type, but
not to encroach on the beet form.
Some care is required in raising good
stock of all kinds, but this will be
abundantly repaid in the success that
should always follow careful and
well directed effort.
Now I wish to give a little ex
ample In pig feeding. Pigs like
skimmed milk right from the sepa
rator and it makes an excellent feed,
especially when a proper amount
ot grain is added, as these animals
should be kept growing and fatten
ing at the same time.
The last of February I took a Ches
ter white pig, weighing 115 pounds,
alive, and put it In a pen alone where
it was warm and dry. It was fed
with the skimmed milk and one
quart of mixed grain feed three times
a day. It was fed for fifty days and
then slaughtered. The dressed
weight was 178 pounds. I calculate
this was equal to two pounds of In
crease per day, live weight. Morn
ing and night fresh separator milk
was fed.
We now have a lot of fine young
pigs in a pen together that kre being
cared for In the same manner with
not yet so' much grain, that are
doing finely. They are white and
clean, enjoy their meals and are
growing larger and fatter every day.
I wish to emphasize the Idea ot
having commodious quarters for
either calves or pigs, well lighted,
with plenty of bedding to keep dry
and clean and then feed with care
and for the purpose wanted. There
is a genuine satisfaction in knowing
that such treatment is humane In It
self and that the results will be such
as should be expected.
The Deadlier Jaw.
A cynic says that the jaws of death
have no terror for him he only
tears the jaws of life. He is married.
Sporting Times.
Ink For Robber Stamps.
Ink for rubber stamps is made of
anillna dye mixed with glycerine. The
ayes can ne ooiainea at druggists'
shops. '