Fkeeland Tribune. PUBUBUXD EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY. 'rilOS. A. BUCKLEY, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. OFFICE: MAIN STBKKT ABOVE CENTRE. BUIISCRIPTION RATES. One Year fl 50 Six Months 75 Four Months ........... CO Two Months 25 HulxmiiUk'th aro rwjunrted to observe the data following tho nnmo on tho labels of their papers, liy referring to tliis they can tell at a glanoo how they st-und on the books in this offloo. For instance: G rover Cleveland 2KJune9s means that Grover Is paid up to June 2H, IHQ6. Keep tho ilguros in advance of tho pnvont date. Iteport promptly to this oflico when your paper tn not received. All arrearages must bo paid when paper is discontinued, or collection will he made In tho manner provided by law. Including stocks and bonds tho rail ways of tho United States aro capital ized at SOO,OOO per mile, while thoso of Great Britain aro capitalized at 8220,000 per mile, or nearly 400 per cent, higher than in this country. Dr. Conan Doyle picked up consid siderablo "literary material" and 812,000 during his trip in this coun try. "No wonder ho fiuds America a groat field for tho successful au- j tlior," exclaims tho Chicago Kecord. The New Orleans Picayuno ex claims: "General Ilooth is begging money in this country for his 'Dark est England" schemes. America takes caro of enough foregn paupers on hor own soil without exporting money for tho purpose. Tho South in 1891 raised about fifty bushels of corn to every balo of cot ton. Tho farmer who comes out even on his cotton at present prices is for tunate. Tho farmer who has a sur plus of corn is ahead. Tho salvution of tho South during 1891 was its groat corn and hog product. It is useless, in the judgment of tho Atlan ta Journal, to say more. "Tho fact," declares tho New York Tribune, "that tho Southern farmers aro going ahead in a quiet, unobtru sive way, saying nothing, but minding their business in tho most oxomplary manner. With a climate unapproachcd anvwhero olso on this continent, a soil unsurpassod for its natural fertil ity, a wealth of fertilizers under tho surface, and a doggod persoveranco of which they havo lieretoforo given am ple evidence, they are successfully proving their fitness to survive in tho struggle for life, prosperity and hap piness." There has been a singular dearth of invention in naming tho many small lakes of tho West, laments tho Chica go Herald, and lino old Indian names havo boon deliberately diseardod in order that persons of unlovely sur names might bo honored geographi cally. Tho Indian names whon trans lated are often found to embody an almost photographic picturo of the lakes upon which thoy wero bestowod. Tho French names that 6upersoded somo of tho Indian names, and aro likely to bo superseded in their turn by modern commonplaces, aro often pretty and historically suggcstivo. According to Major H. H. C. Dun woody, of tho National Weather Ser vice, tho weather crop sorvico of tho National bureau ranks next in import ance to tho work of making forecasts. Tho system of gathering reports upon which tho weather crop bulletins aro based has been greatly perfected in recent years. Tho crop bulletins of tho States havo been improved, and uro now moro complete than at any prev ious time, and tho increasod circula tion that theso bulletins havo uttaiued amply attests their value. It is be lieved that there is no other class of information to which so much space is devoted in tho public press to-day. A filo of those bulletins for all the States for a year will form tho jnost completo history of tho weather conditions attending tho growth and dovelop mont of the several crops throughout tho country, Moro than ten thou sand crop correspondents are to-dav co-operating with tho National Weath er Sorvico through tho State organi zation ; throe thousand voluntary ob servers aro furnishing monthly reports of daily observations of tomperaturo and rainfall; and over eleven thousand persons assist in the work of distribut ing tho weather forecasts of tho Na tional Weather Servieo. This latter work has been moro rapidly pushod during tho past year than any other feature of State Weather Service work. With the continuation of tho present liberal policy toward these services there will bo in a comparatively shorl time no important agricultural com munity in the United States, with the proper mail facilities, that will not receive the bcnclits of tho forecasts. THE WINTER GIRL. When winter comos with its icy blasts, And tho north-wind chill with its fleecy fn my room so drear I watch you, dear, As your dainty footsteps come and go, My fur-clad Winter Girl. Though tho maid of spring may bo divino, And tho autumn maiden fair, And tho suramor girl with flaxen ourl; With you they'll no'er compare, My fur-clad Winter Girl. When tho world is sad in tho wintor days, Tho earth is white and tho sky is gray, And lam blue ; it rests with you To mako us nil feel glad and gay, My iur-clad Winter Girl. So, here's to the honlth of tho Winter Girl! Though tho maids of warmer times uro fair: With freckles and tan, thoro's nonothat can With you, O Wintor Girl, compare, My fur-clad Wintor Girl. —Truth. DICK'S PROMISE. XHE handful of mon picketed under Jagai had beon taken by surprise, and the regiment, - l Was ruW waS B'g badly mauled. Not until noon wore the Paytbans forced under, and a straggling remnant of "black imps" Hod liko an inky cloud toward the bills. As the dark stain merged into distance, tho search for tho living among tho dead began. Tho sun licked with a tonguo of firo tho bullet-ridden hold, and from throats dry as ovens crios and groans wont up on tho fetid air, which fes terod tho flesh of gaping wounds, while tho men sweltored helplessly beneath tho flaming sky. The con tinual movement of the litters among the stricken ones went on until even ing, whon tho deep dug tronches wero thickly paoked, and tho tent-cloth of the tomporary hospital bulged with tho forms of tho wounded. Moaning and fevorod mutterings mingled with the breaths of the sleep ers as tho cuptain opened his eyos and spoke, for tho first timo coherently since ho had been borno from tho field. The man bending over him detected life's last flicker in tho burning eyos and stooped lower to catch the feeblo murmur. Between these two men ex isted a mighty friendship, Even in tho Sandhurst days they had been nicknamed "David and Jonathan," and tho joint sobriquet had followed them to tho barraek-room and into camp. Now ono of them was dying, and didn't know it! "I'monly chipped,"panted"thecap tain. "That confounded knife sliced me from tho shoulder strap to tho broustbono. P'raps they'll givo mo sick leave ; and while you're skirmish ing about the country, Dick, I shall be potted at home—and Marion— Marion—" His speech became inaudi ble and he fumbled about his breast among the bandages. At last, from tho ripped lining of tho coat, ho brought to view a fadod photograph. "You'vo novor seen hor, Dick," ho whispered. "I've even been jealous of her picture. But—you may look at hor now, old man." Thrust under tho othor's gazo was tho likeness of a woman with deep eyes and a tender, smiling mouth. "That's my girl," said the sick man proudly. "You used to wonder why I raved so over one woman. Can you now? Nino years sho's waited, Dick, for a man with only a captain's pay and vague expectations." "As faithful as Bho is beautiful," sighed Dick, looking at his comrade, and wondering how long this spurt of vitality would last. Then an involun tary pity for tho patient girl in Eng land rushod into his eyes as the gray tint shadowed tho tortured ' face before him. "Philip, dear old chum," he said chokingly, "what messago shall I take her?" Tho captain stared up stupidly. "Don't look at mo—like that, Dick! I—Don't let me die!" Tho soldier who had feared nothing whon under fire now prayod feebly for his life, and in the briof subsequent delirium shrieked piteously about tho horrors of death. Whon Dick's hands, as tendor as a woman's, touched him, tho dying man kissed them and called his friend "Marlon." At nightfall reason gleamed ngaiu for an instant; it was the final spark. "Nino years she's waitod, Dick, and this is tho end. Don't let hor bo lone ly, Dick. I could trust her with you —you'll tako my placo, if you cun— promiso, if you can." Dick groaned "Yes." There was no woman's memory to prevent tho pledge, and in that moment of parting ho would have granted anything. Marion Temple looked wonderingiy at tho visitor's card, until a flash of remembrance rendered the namo in telligible to her. There wns the slight est possible flutter about her fingers as she turned the handlo of tho draw ing room door, but tho man who rose to meet her was fur less composed. "You will pardon my intrusion," he falterod. "I—l was Philip's friend." "Iromember," she said, with a porooptiblo pressure of the hand. "His letters always mentioned you as —'Dick.* " Captain Esmond, of tho Forty-third Eight Infantry, shifted his glance to tho window and back again to tho small, sparo figure in front him. So this was Marion! His second contemplation was a long one, and detailed her from head to foot, and he questioned silently if this woman and tho photograph treasured so rovorently against his breast were ouo nnd the same. The hair he had mentally painted golden was in reality colorless, and tho pictured eyes that had suggested a fathomless bluo wero regarding him now with a palo, luster less gaze, rosembling dronchod for get-me-nots. Ho noted the incipient lines about her tired face, and the lack of freshness about her smile, as if that, too, had perished. Only her voice and her black dress had any link to the vividly-imagined "Marion." Ho had been preparod for a somber frock, and her tones were as soft and sweet as ho had fancied. "I'm very glad to know you," sho was saying. "Tell no all you can about—about it. Tho official an nouncement was tho only news I had." Dick pulled himself togother, and, with much gentleness, recounted tho scone at Jugui, speaking of Philip's death as a painless one. Hho detected tho kindly lie, as woll as tho tears in his voice, and impul sively hold out her hand to him. It lookod like a snowllako on tho bronze of his, and in tho emotion of tho mo ment he bent his lips to it, at the samo time conscious of a disappointment gnawing at his senses. Dick was dis tinctly human and it was with a re vulsion of feeling that ho recalled tho death-cry of his Jonathun and his own promiso. It was easy then to pledge himself to lift tho lonoliness of tho beautiful, bereaved girl, but its ful filment with this calin, faded woman seemed a thing so dillerent. "Let us be friends for tho sake of our dead," she said, as ho left he. ud ho winced. A few days later Dick was u '.h her again, conscious-strioken. A that second visit he assigned a re day for what ho considered his duty. Ho was quartered at Portsmouth, and ono nftoruoon a woek ho saciiiloed in the little grocn-shuttorod villa facing tho sea. He knew thut she looked for his coming, beeauso sho had told him so, but tho yoke of his promise continued to weigh heavily. "Why don't you loavo this off?" ho asked one day, touohing hor black gown. "It's moro than a year ago, you know, and I think you would brighten with brighter surroundings." They were sitting on a patch of lawn, and tho searching sunlight ro vealed all tho weariness of her face. "Do you think so—really?" sho said, with earnestnese. "I have so many pretty frocks upstairs, but— may I tell you something? You won't laugh at me?" Sho had novor lost her apathy until this moment, when, loaning toward him, sho confided something of her past. " * * * And it was so awful cherishing a love with foldod hands, doing nothing day in and day out but pray and wait, and wnit and pray, for my lover, that, to make tho dreariness seem less I—l got my troussouu ready. When tho idea first struck mo I worked with feverish haste, but, little by lit tle, the stitches wero mado more slow ly to fit it with tho gap that yuwued in front of mo. Even then the mar riage things wore finished too soon, for nothing happened until—" Tho unuttered allusion, following the revelation of a lifo fretted thread bare of hope, softonod him toward hor as ho had nover felt beforo. In a dim way ho realized tho pathetic patienco of this woman, who had mutely al lowed her prettiness to slip from her grasp whilst drifting down tho river of years, which had borno her from tho shoro of youth to tho dead level of dospair. Tho ravages of timo upon her faco stirred his deepest pity, and with an impulso ho did not pauso to quostion, Dick asked Marion to yield her lifo into his koeping. They were engaged. No words of love had passed between them, but their compact was tense with sincerity. Dick found a uowly awakened interest in tho face that now smiled without effort. There was a rostfulness in hor glanco when it mot his which stilled any lurking regrot that may havo existed, and gradually ho looked for ward to his marriage with Marion with a certain dogroo of contentment. "When is it to bo?" ho asked to ward tho end of tho year, and was startled at his spasm of relief whon she answerod indefinitely. Jug gling with hiH conscience, Dick ex plained the feeling to himself us a ro luetunco to "sottlo down yet"—any thing but a shrinking from tho final stop of his promise! It was nearing Christmas, and Mar ion was sticking holly about the house; a spray of scarlet berries glinted warmly agaiust her dress, which wns no longer black, and Diok thought her almost pretty us she laugh ed down at him from tho height of u flight of steps. "So my littlo sistor will bo homo for the wodding after nil," she was telling him. ".She'll make such a lovely bridesmaid, Dick I" "Is who a nice littlo girl?" bo asked, abstractedly. "A darling! Who's leaving school for good now, so you'll sco £lots of her. Who bus tho bluest of eyes, and —auothor holly sprig for just bore, please ; thanks—and tho brightest of hair you over saw ! Onco I—l was liko her, Dick." "I know," ho murmured; "I mean I have a photograph of yours which—" "It must bo a very old ono!" she interpolated, hastily. Ho had with drawn something from his breast pocket, and she peered over his shoul der. "Why do you keep that like ness, Dick? It was takon loug, long ago, and tho contast is horrible!" A vague unrest had sottlod on her face, and tho brightness had gone from her voico as she continued hoarsely: "Do you think that—that if Philip had come back to me ho would have seen tho difTerenco, and rogrettod every thing?" Her gaze hung upon Dick yoarn ingly, and ho, feeling convinced of his dead friend's loyalty, allayed her fears with fervor. And she was satis tied, believing his assurances to be but an echo of his own sentiments. A week later "tho littlo sister" ar rived from her Puris school, fresh as a nowly fledged butterfly. "So you are to be my brothor 1" she said, Bmiling up at Dick. "Hadn't you better kiss me?" Tho officers' ball of tho season was noarly over and only a few couples were enjoying tho last waltz, while others, shrinking in dim corners, wero making the most of final moments. Marion Tomplo stood alone by the door, scanning the dancers. She looked very tirod, and tho fresh wliito dross seemed out of keeping with hor haggard weariness. Presently she turned from tho brilliant room, with its glare of flags and colored lights, mid passed slowly up tho staircase, glancing furtively behind screens anil fern bowers, which were everywhere about tho corridors and landings. Once sho halted, and hor heart missed a beat when, through tho green of a bank of plunts, she caught a glimpse of yellow hair bosido a patch of scarlet. "The little sister's" voice reached hor faintly, but tho tones of Dick wero distinct. Marion stood thero only a moment, then hurried away to tho cloak-room, the man's words throbbing in her brain, and an insistent acho oppressing her liko a nightmare. Marion was one of those bravo women with an insignificant outside, whom nobody credits with emotion. Her pain was expressionless when, afterward, she faced tho girl whose joy added gall to the bittorncss of disillusion. • "Hasn't it been lovely, Marion?" cried tho little sister, when tlioy wore sooted together in tho carriage. "I havo enjoyed my first ball! And all my partners dancod superbly : and I don't know whether to laugh or cry with happiness." Dick commented on Marion looking "rather tired" when ho said good night to them, and involuntarily she shrank from his touch. "Como around to-morrow," sho said, in tones slightly querulous, "I've somo nows for you, Dick." When alone in her room sho neither sobbed nor fell into melancholy. After changing her ball dress for a looso wrapper, sho dragged out a box from a cupboard, and with quiet dc liberateness, turned out its contents until tho bed and all tho chairs wero laden with tho miscellany of a trous seau. Every stitch, eveiy shred of it was an evidenco of her misery, and she fingered tho things with tho lingering touch of a good-bye. One frock, prettier than the others, and trimmed with little pink rosebuds, sho fondled very much, and finally, in guilty haste, put it on, standing before tho glass shamefaced. The candlelight flickered in her shaking hand, casting odd shadows about herself as she turned this way and that admiringly. "So I shall never wear them after all," sho moaned, when at last, sho foldod and replaced each thing, gazing with unutterable tonderness into tho depths of the box, as if into tho earth hole of her dead. Then, for tho second time, sho turnod tho key on a hallowed hope, and go began again her desolation. It was all over. Dick's head was buried in his arms when Marion ceased speaking, and moved to tho door. Tho twilight shrouded thom, so ho couldn't see how pale was her faco when ho went toward her with outstretched hands and humble words of thanks. "No; don't say any more," she pleaded. "It was my fault not to have better understood. You have been very good to me, Dick, and I'm sure that Philip is gratoful." It was Dick who sobbed, not tho woman, and as they stood there, their hands clinging together, ho realized what a Holdier's girl can bo. Someone opened tho door and an nounced that "tea was ready," and perhaps some of Marion's pain moltod into tho caress 8110 gavo "tho littlo sister." "Wo wcro just talking of you, dar liug—Dick has something to tell you."—London Answers. Number ot Postage Slumps Used. Two hundred million two-cent post ago stamps that are roportcd as worth less by postmasters throughout tho country havo been called in by tho Post • master-General and will bo destroyed. Although 200,000,000 seems to be an enormous number, it is really trifling compared with tho number of stumps used by tho American people each year, and would last less than twenty days. It requires about 12,000,000 stamps a day to conduct tho corre spondence of our population, or a total of 4,380,000,000 for tho y ea r Thero is not as much letter-writing tlicso times as thero was when the country was more prosperous, but a decided incroaso has been noticeable during tho last two months. Tho weight of tho mails is an aoeurnto ba rometer of business affairs—lndian apolis Sentinel. Probing tho Mystery ot Ether. Tho bequest of 8115,000 which tho late ltobert Stanton Avery has left in his will to the Smithsonian Institution for "lectures und treatises upon and concerning thoso mechanical laws which govern ethereal modiums" might appear at first blush to bo the testamentary whim of a very ethereal personage. Tho value of this scienti fic legacy, however, may provo incal culable from tho standpoint of Amer ica's position in the world of science. Tho mystery of ether—that unknown, hypothetical medium for all tho waves of heat, light, sound, magnetism and electricity—lies at the bottom of the secret of nature, and the Avery endow ment may yet bo the incentive to orig inal research which shall take man kind a step neurer to tho sources'of world energy and force of trans mis sion.—Philadelphia llocoril. CAKE OF THE IIASPBENIIY. I If tho old wood of tho raspberry bushes has not already boon cut out, leaving only the last summer's growth, jit should bo dono now. Tho long canes should bo cut back. Toniler varieties can all bo bent over ono way and weighted down or pegged down anil covered with throe or four inches of soil. After freezing weather is over in tho spring tho vineß should bo loosely tied to singlo stakes or to a wiro if preferrod. The hardy varie ties, such as tho Cuthbort, Turner and other of tho nower varieties will need no protection.—Americun Agricultur ist. GROWING ONIONS FROM SETS. Onion sets uro the small bulbs pro duced trom late-sown seed on poor land anil taken up in the fall and driod. They aro planted on rich land in the sjn-iug in rows twelve inches apart, and throe inches apart in tho rows, requiring about twenty-four bushels to tho acre. Tho plunts grow quickly and make marketable onions by July or August. It is necessary to watch the crop, and whon the swollen seed stems appear theso aro twisted and broken down to prevent tho forma tion of blossoms, by which tho growth of tho bulb will be checked. Onions may be kept quite safely if thoroughly dried and stored in a dry, cool place, and if frozen in tho winter will not take any harm if kept in that condi tion anil thawod gradually in the spring.—New Sfork Times. BREEDING CP STOCK. When engaged in breeding up a na tive stock to some one of theimproved varieties, thero should bo a definite point aimed nt from tho first. This must bo adhered to, or tho stock will soon become entirely unreliable for | breeding. Our native animals aro of no particular breed, but if good speci mens of their kind, they are better to breed from than a half-bred or three quarter-bred animal of some other strain. For example, if you aro breeding from a Ilolstein bull for milk or butter, a half blood of short horn or Jersey or Guernsey will not give as good results as will a first-rate native cow. In tho former caso thero is prepotency on both sides and tho offspring will bo widely variant. With a native cow and a thoroughbred bull of any kind, tho propotency is all in tho same line. If tho breodingis con tinued further tho eamo strain of breed should bo usoil ns at first. Tho established breods aro all too firmly established to bo crossed moro than onco with any certainty that tho breeding will porpotuate tho desirable qualities on either side of tho houso. —Boston Cultivator. THE BEST BREED OF FOWDS. Tho question of which is the best breed of fowls narrows down to this: What fowl do you liko best? Which stylo and color takes your eye? Can you give tho proper housing and care that tho tenderer breods requiro? Will you have to subject your fowls to just ordinary houses and care? Tho breed ono fancies most will in the majority of cases recoive the best care, which naturally results in the most profit. If ono prefers fine feathers and a benutiful form nnd carriage rathor than a strictly economio fowl, there are many breeds from which to make a selection. If a general pur- POEO fowl is wanted, tho list to select from was nover so long as it is to-day. If beauty nDd utility combined are wanted, thero are sovoral breeds to eoloot from, either ono of which should satisfy any reasonable person. Thoro is much truth in tho snying, "feed makes the breed." Tho best breed in tho world, wliiehovor ono may bo so considered by tho owner, will be a failure an'il disappointment if kopt under unfavorable conditions and in judiciously fed. Thoreforo wo would add to tho above, "feed and caro make tho breed." Wo do not know of any breed whioh with proper euro and food will not piovo reasonably profltablo both in pleasuro nnd money. In making selection one's circuinstnncos and surroundings should bo taken into account; where ono breed would bo perfectly hardy and thrive well, another breed would not do at all woll. Therefore it behooves ono to guard agninst letting a Budden fancy run away with good judgment. Those who are just considering tho subject, I would onruestly advise taking plenty of time to look the field over thoroughly boforo making up their minds. Ono is apt to bo favor ably impressed with the appearance of a cortain broed, which after due thought would bo rojected for good nnd sufficient reason, whereas if on tho first impulso it hail been bought, it would prove a disappointment anil entail a loss. Those who are contin ually changing tho breed very seldom uro satisfied with anything anil usuolly end by giving tho wholo up in disgust. —American Agriculturist. CURRYING HORSES. Tho horso is a very cleanly animal, and if ho is not running in the fields where he can roll and rub, his hair and skin should be thoroughly cleaned every ilov to koep him in good health nnd condition. Mud and manure should be rubbed off with a handful of straw or hay, and tho wet hair wiped dry with other clean hnndfuls. Then the whole skin should be gone over with a currycomb having fine. round, pointed tcotb, followed by o good, clean brush. Straw and dirt should bo untangled from tho mane and tail with tho fingers. Cards pull out too much hair, though a good, blunt-toothed steel comb may bo care fully used. Tho most of tho cleaning should bo done with tho brush, especially around tho head and leg bones, being careful that the brush or dust does not get into his eyes. Then tho wholo body should bo wiped with a soft cloth, boginning with head, and the resulting smooth coat of tho horse will well repay such daily care. Tho principal reason for regular and thorough grooming is that tho health of tho horse requires that tho pores of tho skin bo kept open by removing dust and secretions, and that both skin and muscles be rubbed to replace the natural muscular movements which tho stabling and work provent. Tho good results of careful grooming aro so apparent that a person with the hoalthy skin which follows from proper bathing, rubbing and feeding, is said to bo well groomed. Muddy legs and mauuro stains may be washed off with warm water, being careful to rub tho hair and skin dry immediately. In warm weather it is a good plan to givo tho horso an oc casional bath all over, and then rub him dry, 60 that ho does not chill and catch cold. Tho hard-working farm horso should bo groomed three times a day. At noon tho harness should bo removed and tho faco and swoaty places rubbed with soft straw or hay. At night tho shoulders, tho back and tho muddy legs should bo Washed off with warm water and rubbed dry. Then and also in tho morning he should bo rubbed all over with tho brush and cloth or straw, using tho currycomb to rcmovo dirt from tho hair, and to clean tho brush. Cleauli ness pays.—Dice] McLaren, in Farm, Fiold and Fireside. FARM A Nil GARDEN NOTE.I. After tho leaves drop is a good timo to prune tho grape. Take your choice, oggs or lice. You can't liavo both in tho samo poultry yard. A teaspoonful of glycerino and n fow drops of nitric acid to a pint of drinking water will generally euro a fowl that shows symptoms of tis, when accompanied with a gurg ling sound in tho thioat, as if of choking. Stirriug tho soil in warm weather makes it warmer by admitting moro outside air. It also stimulates de composition of any vegetable matter that tho soil contains, and thus di rectly adds to tho available supply of fertility. Tho moro manuro that tho farmer applies tho moro thorough should bo tho cultivation of\ho crop. Only thus can its full vuluo bo secured. Besides, unless tho cultivator is kept busy, tho manure makes tho weeds grow as well as the crop. Much can yet bo dono to mako tho poultry quarters comfortablo for win ter weather. Tho roof may bo mend ed, tho walls battenod, or lined with paper, the broken glass replaced with new, or a sash put into a front that now has none. A colt was to all appearances nearly dead, tlio breath of lifo being barely pereeptiblo. It soon revivod by giv ing it a couple of fresh eggs. Tlio samo results havo attended the admin istering of eggs to weak cattlo and to feeble, chilled lambs. All sick or ailing fowls should bo at onco separated from tlio rest of tho flock. Tho ounoo of prevention in removing them is often worth more than tho pound of euro noeded for tho othors, among whom thoy, by remain ing, spread contagion. Experimenting with mongrel fowls in these days is very poor businoss at the best, when thoro is such an abun danco of primo stock to commenco with. It is just as cheap to breed tho better kinds of ipoultry at tho outsot, as to kcop poor trash. If a littlo salt wero put in food every day ,'and ashes put whero tho poultry can havo access to them, thoy would never eat their oggs UUIOES tho eggs freezo and tho shell cracks open. Hens seldom eat their eggs except dur ing tho winter months. It has been recommended, in ordor to prevent hons from .eating eggs, to put two tablospoonfuls of lino salt and one-half pint of yood ashos in one quart of corn meal, or in that ratio, and mix with boiling water ; food ouco a day until they leavo off eating their eggs. Did you ever kuow wheat to bo so cheap? Boil it soft and stir up with littlo potatoes and other fall wastes liko turnips, cabbages, sweet apples, etc. Perhaps this ration will not mako fat pork, but it keeps tho digestion and appetito good, and, O, how it makes tho winter pigs growl Care and brains mako pork profits. Keroseno emulsion can most easily bo appliod to stock to destroy lice and prevent tho attack of tho horn-fly by the sprayer, which is designed origin ally for applying spraying mxtures to fruit trees. A hand sprayer is tho most convenient, and with a fino noz zle a very small quantity will be suffi cient, whereas by hand and sponge application the work will require much more liquid aud take much mora time. CHANGE. Havayou seen tho fall moon J Drift bohind a cloud, Hiding all of nature J In a dusky shroud? •. Have you seen tho light snow Chango to sudden rain, V And the virgin streets grow Black as ink again? Havo you seen tho ashes, When tho flame Is spent, And tho choorloss hearthstono \ Grim and eloquent? Have you soo tho ballroom * Whon the danoo Is douo A And Its tawdry splendor t Moots tho morning sun? Poorest, all these plcturos Cannot hulf portray llow my llfo has altorod Since you've gono away? —Horry Komalno, In Munsey's Mugnzino. IIUMOIt OF THE DAY. A silent worker—Tho yeast cake. 'Hold by tho onomy"—Tho ulster which wo aro unablo to redeem.—• Texas Sittings. Evory man knows in his own heart that tho fools aro not all dead yct.- Albany Argus. This pig went to markot, This one rolused to roam ; But the ono that takes two seats in a car Wo wish would stay at home. —lntor-Ocoan. "Well, that baits all," remarked the Irish fisherman as ho looked into his can in vain for a worm.—Philadelphia Life. Tho only thing wo can recommond to women for tho management of a husband, is to feed him and trust to luck. —Atchisou Globe. Sibyl—"When Stevo proposod to mo ho acted like a lish out of water." Tirpie—"Why shouldn't he? Ho know bo was caught."—Ynnkeo Blade. 'Tis now about the timo of year When oach friend, overbold, Fires off tnls question In your oar, "Whoro did you get that cold?'' —New York Herald. When a woman begins to show a disliko to being called by her pet namo sho may bo considered as olli cially out of tho matrimonial race.— Hudson Begister. llor brow was llko tho snowdrift, Her throat was llko tho swan, V And hor hat it was tho largest f Ilo'd over looked upon. —lnter-Ocoan. Ho —"I could bolicvo that this was one of mother's own pies, dear." She "Could you, really, darliug?" Ho "Yes; it tastes as if it had been mado about ten years ago."—lnter- Ocean. Witts—"Talk about word painting! I know a man who is tho equal of any in that line." Watts—"Douo some thing wonderful in boons, has ho?" Witts—"Er —no; in signs."—Buffalo Courier. Break ! Break ! Broak ! On thy cold, gray stonos, o'.i BOA. Thou'lt not, I'l bet, bo able to get As broko as I soon shall bo. —Washington Star. Stockly—"l hear that your sou went into the ofiico to work this morning." Jobly—"Ho went into tho oflice to work me. I was out, but I guess I'd havo boon out moro if I'd been in."- Philadelphia Record. J A girl isn't going to bo raarriodsoon if a number of gcntlemea call ou her on a Sunday ufternoon. When any thing serious is in prospect all tho men except tho ono who is in earnest drop off.—Atchison Globe. No more ho pulls his father's board And drives him to despair ; Ho much prefers a handful of His brother's football liair. —Washington Star. "How do you liko tho way I wear my hair now?" asked tho football player. "It's lovely," replied tho girl. "If your head only had souio silk sowed arouud it, it would bo a lovely soft pillow."--Detroit Froo Press. "Do you think," said the passengor on tho front platform of tho street car, that it hurts a horso to dock its tail?" "Yes," replied the man who . handles tho brake, "but not as much as it docs a driver to dock his wages." —Washington Star. Littlo Nod—"Don't take away tho light." Mamma—"l want you to learn to go to sleep without a light." "Must I sleep in the dark?" "Yes." "Well, then, wait a minute. I guess I'll got up and say my prayers a littlo moro carefully."—Good News. "Aro you usod to serving roast boot rare?" said tho lady who was endeav oring to learn whether sho suited tho now cook. "No, ma'am," was tho loftily-spokon reply. "Up to mo prisint omploymiut Oi'vo been used to serving it frequent."—Washington Star. Jagwell—"l'vo mado ou awful mis take. I sent a messenger boy up to Miss Coshley's with a lot of flowers, thinking it was her birthday, and now I learn that her birthday is to morrow." Wigwag—"That's all right; tho mossongor boy may get thero in timo."—Philadelphia Record, ▼ The art ot making money loa-ls All othor human passion. And mankind gouorally concelos 'Tie qulto an honest fashion. Yet, when a muu to make tho samo Has to the need arisen, Then justice "tumbles to hl9 game" And scuds biui straight to prison. —Richmond Dispatch, Substitutes Petroleum tor Coal. United States Consul Richman, at St. Gall, Switzerland, has transmitted to the Stato Department diagrams and a detailed description of a now device for burning petroleum to generato steam, known us tho Gleeman-Baum gartner apparatus, The results ob tained wero strikingly successful, and in the opinion of experts indicato tho displacemeut of coal as a steam pro ducing fuel wherever petroleum can bo procured.—Now York Advertiser.
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