Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, April 04, 1895, Image 2
FREELAND TRIBUNE. PUBLISHED HVKHT MONDAY AND THURSDAY. 'rnos. A. BUCKLEY, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. OFFICE: MAIN STREET ABOVE CENTRE. SUBSCRIPTION RATES. One Year —... jl fio Six Months... .. 73 Four Months - GO Two Months 25 HutMcribcro are roqu<*te<l to observe the data following the narao on tho lal>els of their papers. By referring to this they can tell at a glance how they stund on the books In this office. For instance: (irover Cleveland 2SJuneQS means that Grover Is paid up to Juno 28,1W& Keep the flgimw in advance of tho present data. Report promptly to this office when your paper Is not received. All arrearages must bo paid when paper Is discontinued, or collection will he made in the manner provided by law. Including stocks and bonds the rail ways of tho United States arc capital ized at SGO,OOO per mile, while those 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 sidcrablo "literary material" and 812,000 during his trip in this coun try. "No wonder ho finds America a great field for the successful au thor," exclaims tho Chicago Record. Tho New Orleans Picayune ex claims: "Oonerul Booth is begging money in this country for his 'Dark est England" schemes. America takes care of enough foregn paupers on her own soil without exporting money for tho purpose. Tho South in 1894 raised about fifty bushels of corn to every halo of cot ton. Tho farmer who comes out oven on his cotton at present prices is for tunate. Tho farmer who has a sur plus of corn is ahead. Tho salvation of tho South during 1894 wus its great corn and hog product. It is useless, in tho judgment of tho Atlan ta Journal, to say more. "Tho fact," declaros tho New York Tribune, "that tho Southern farmers aro going nhead in a quiet, unobtru sive way, saying nothing, but minding their business in tho most exemplary manner. AVitli a climatounapproached anywhere elso on this continent, a soil unsurpassed for its natural fertil ity, a wealth of fertilizers under tho surfaco, and a doggod porsevoranco of which tlioy havo horotoforo given am ple evidenco, they aro successfully proving their fitness to survive in tho strugglo for lifo, prosperity and hap piness." Thero lias been a singular dearth ol invention in naming tho many small lakes of tho West, laments the Chica go Herald, and lino old Indian names havo beon deliberately discarded in order that j)orsons of unlovely sur names might bo honored geographi cally. Tho Indian names when trans lated are often found to embody an almost photographic picturo of tho lakes upon whioh they wore bestowod. The Flench names that superseded somo of tho Indian names, and aro likely to bo superseded in their turn by modern commonplacos, aro often pretty and historically suggestive. According to Major H. H. C. Dun woody, of tho National Weather Ser vico, tho weather crop service of the 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 the States havo been improved, and are now more complete than at any prev ious time, and tho increasod circula tion that theso bulletins havo attained amply attestß their value. It is be lioved that there is no other class of information to which so much spaco is devoted in tho public press to-day. A filo of those bulletins for all the States for a year will form tho inost complete history of the weather conditions attending tho growth and develop ment of tho several crops throughout tho country, Moro than ten thou sand crop correspondents aro to-day co-operating with tho National Weath er Service through tho State organi zation ; threo thousand voluntary ob servers are furnishing monthly reports of daily observations of temperaturo and rainfall; and over cloven thousand persons assist in the work of distribut ing tho weather forecasts of tho Na tional Weather Service. This lattci work has been moro rapidly pushod during tho past year than any othoi feature of State Weather Servico work. With the continuation of tho presenl liberal policy toward these servicos thero will bo in a comparatively short time no important agricultural com munity in the United States, with the proper mail facilities, that- will not receive the benefits of the forecasts. THE WINTER GIRL. Wbon winter comes with Its Icy blasts, And tho ncrth-wind chill with its fleecy snow. In my room so drear I wntch you, dear, As your dainty footsteps como and go, My fur-clad Winter Girl. Though tho maid of spring may bo divine, And the autumn maiden fair, And tho summer girl with flaxon ourl; With you they'll no'er compare, My fur-clad Winter Girl. When tho world is sad in tho winter days, Tho earth Is white and tho sky Is gray, And I am bluo ; it rests with you To make us nil tool glad and gay, My fur-clad Winter Girl. So, here's to tho health or the Wlntor Girl! Though tho maids of warmer times aro fair: With freckles and tan, there's none that can With you, O Wlntor Girl, compare, My fur-clad Winter Girl. —Truth. DICK'S PROMISE, XIIE handful of men picketed under Jagai had been taken by surprise, and tho regiment, wl h was raw, was aH bcuiJy mauled. ~ Not until noon were the Bay than s forced under, and a straggling remnant of "black imps" fled liko an inky cloud toward tho bills. As tho dark stain merged into distance, the search for tho living among the dead began. Tho sun licked with a tonguo of firo tho bullet ridden Hold, and from throats dry as ovens cries and groajis went up on tho fetid air, which fes tered tbo flesh of gaping wounds, while tho men sweltered helplessly beneath tho flaming sky. The con tinual movomont of tho litters among the striokon ones went on until cvon ing, when tho deep dug trenches wcro thickly packed, and tho tent-cloth of tho temporary hospital bulged with tho forms of the wounded. Moaning and fevered mutterings mingled with tho breaths of the sleop ers as the captain opened his eyes and spoke, for tho first timo coherently since ho had been borno from tho field. Tho man bending over him detected life's last flicker in tho burning cyos and stoopod lower to catch tho feeblo murmur. Between these two men ex isted a mighty friendship, Even in tho Sandhurst days they had been nicknamed "David and Jonathan," and the joint sobriquet had followed them to tho barrack-room and into canin. Now one of them was dying, and didn't know it! "I'm only chipped," panted the cap tain. "That confounded knife sliced me from tho shoulder strap to the breastbone. P'raps they'll givo mo sick leave; and while you're skirmish ing about tho country, Diok, I shall be potted at homo—and Marion— Marion—" His speech became inaudi ble and ho fumbled about his breast among the bundages. At last, from the ripped lining of the coat, he brought to view a faded photograph. "You'vo novor seen hor, Diok," ho whispered. "I'vo even been jealous of her picture. But—you may look at her now, old man." Thrust under tho other's gaze was tho likeness of a woman with doep eyes and a tender, smiling mouth. "That's my girl," said tho sick man proudly. "You used to wonder why I raved so over one woman. Can you now? Nino years she's waited, Dick, for a man with only a captain's pay and vague expectations." "As faithful as she 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 rnshod into his oyes as the ;first gray tint shadowed tho tortured ' faoe before him. "Philip, dear old chum," he said chokingly, "what message shall I take her?" Tho captain stared up stupidly. "Don't look at me—like that, Dick ! I—Don't let mo dio !" Tho soldier who had feared nothing whon under Are now prayed feebly for his life, and in tho briof subsequent delirium shrieked pitoously about the horrors of death. When Dick's hands, as tonder as a woman's, touched him, the dying man kissed them and called his friend "Marion." At nightfall reason gleamed again for un instant; it was the final spark. "Nine years she's waited, Dick, and this is the end. Don't let her bo lone ly, Dick. I could trust her with you —you'll take my place, if you can— promise, if you con." Dick groaned "Yes." Thero was no woman's memory to prevont the plodge, and in that moment of parting ho would have granted anything. Marion Temple looked wondoringiy at tho visitor's card, until a flash of remembrance rendered tho name in telligible to her. There was the slight est possible flutter about hor fingers as sho turned tho handle of tho draw ing room door, but tho man who rose to meet her was far less composed. "You will pardon my intrusion," he falterod. "I—l was Philip's friend." "I remember," sho said, with a perceptible pressure of tho hand. "His letters always mentionod you as —'Dick.' " Captain Esmond, of tho Forty-third Light Infantry, shifted his glanco to tho window and back again to tho small, sparo figure in front him. So this was Marion I His second contemplation was a long ono, and detailod hor from head to foot, and he questioned silently if this woman and tho photograph treasured so reverently against his brenst were one nud the same. The hair he had mentally painted golden was in reality colorless, and tho pictured eyes that had suggested a fathomless blue were regarding liiin now with a pale, luster less gaze, resembling drenched for get-me-nots. Ho noted the incipient lines about her tired face, and the lack of freshnoss about her smile, as if that, too, had perished. Only her voice and her black dress had any link to the vividly-imaginod "Marion." Ho had been prepared for a somber frock, and hor tones were as soft and 1 sweet as ho had fanoied. "I'm very glad to know you," she was saying. "Tell mo all you can about—about it. Tho official an nouncement was tho only news I had." | Dick pulled himßelf together, and, ! with much gentleness, recounted tho scone at Jagai, speaking of Philip's death as a painless one. She detected tho kindly lie, as well as tho tears in his voice, and impul sively held out her hand to him. It looked like a snowflake on tho bronze of his, and in tho emotion of tho mo ment ho bont his lips to it, at tho samo timo 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 Jonathan and his own promise. It was easy then to pledgo himself to lift tho loneliness of the beautiful, boreaved girl, but its ful filment with this calm, 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 w : >li her again, conscious-stricken. A that second visit ho assigned a re day for what he considered his duty. Ho was quartered at Portsmouth, and ono afternoon a week ho sacrificed in tho little green-ehuttcrod villu facing tho sea. He know that sho looked for his coming, becnuso sho had told him so, but the yoke of his promise continued to weigh hoavily. "Why don't you leave this off?" ho asked one day, touching hor black gown. "It's more 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 re voalod all tho weariness of her face. "Do you think so—really?" sho said, with enrnestnose. "I have so many pretty frocks upstairs, but— may I tell you something? You won't laugh at me?" Sho had never lost hor apathy until this momont, whon, 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 und wait, and wait and pray, for my lover, that, to rnnko tho dreariness seem less I—l got my trousseau 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 yawned in front of me. Even then the mar riage things wore finished too soon, for nothing happenod until—" Tho unuttered allusion, following the rovelation of a lifo fretted thread bare of hopo, softened him toward her as ho had never felt before. In a dim way ho realized tho pathetic pntionco of this woman, who had mutely al lowed hor prettiness to Blip from her grasp whilst drifting down tho rivor of yonrs, which had borno her from the shoro of youth to tho dead level of despair. The ravages of timo upon her faco stirred his deepest pity, und with an impulse ho did not pauso to question, Dick asked Marion to yield her life into his keoping. They woroongagod. No words of love had passed between them, but their compact was tense with sincerity. Dick found a uowly awakened interest in tho faco that now smiled without effort. Thero was a restfnlncss in hor glance when it mot his which stillod any lurking regret that may have existed, anil gradually ho looked for ward to his marriage with Marion with a certain degroo of contentment. "When is it to bo?" ho asked to ward tho end of tho year, and was startled at his spasm of relief when she answered indefinitely. Jug gling with his conscience, Dick ex plained the feeling to himself as a re luctance,to "sottlo down yet"—any thing but a shrinking from the final step of his promise! It was nearing Christmas, and Mar ion was sticking holly about the house; a spray of scarlet berries glinted warmly against her dress, whioh was no longer black, and Dick thought her almost prottv as she laugh ed down nt him from tho lioiglit of a flight of stops. "So my little sister will bo home for tho woddiug after all," sho was telling him. "Sho'll make such a lovoly bridesmaid, Dick!" "Is she n nice littlo girl?" ho askod, abstractedly. "A darling! She's leaving school for good now, so you'll see of her. Sho has tho bluest of eyes, and —another holly sprig for just here, ploaso; thanks—and the brightest of hair you ever saw! Once I—l was like her, Dick." "I know," ho murmured ; "I mean I havo a photograph of yours which—" "It must bo a very old ono!" she interpolated, hastily. Ho hod with drawn something from his breast pooket, and sho peered over his shoul der. "Why do you keep that liko ness, Dick? It was taken long, long ago, and tho contast is horrible!" A vague unrest hnd suttlod on her faco, and tho brightnossliad gono from her voice as sho continued hoarsely: "Ho you think that—that if Philip had come back to mo he would have seen tho dillerence, and regretted every thing?" Her gaze hung upon Dick yenrn ingly, and ho, feeling convinced of his dead friend's loyalty, allayed her fears with fervor. And she was satis fied, believing his assurances to be but an echo of his own sentiments. A week later "the littlo sister" ar rived from her Paris school, fresh as a newly fledged butterfly. "So you are to bo my brother!" she said, smiling up at Dick. "Hadn't you better kiss mo ?" The officers' ball of the season was nearly over and only a few couples wero enjoying tho last waltz, whilo others, shrinking in dim corners, were making the most of final moments. Marion Templo stood nlone by the door, scanning tho dancers. She looked very tired, and the fresh whito droBS seemed out of keeping with her haggard weariness. Presently sho turned from tho brilliant room, with its glare of flags and colored lights, and passed slowly up tho staircase, glancing furtively behind screens and fern bowors, which were everywhere about tho corridors nnd landings. Once sho halted, and hor heart missed a beat when, through tho green of a bank of plants, sho caught a glimpse of yellow hair beside a patch of scarlet. "Tho littlo sister's" voico reached hor faintly, but tho tones of Dick wero distinct. Marion stood thoro only a moment, then hurried away to tho cloak-room, tho man's words throbbing in her brain, and an insistent ache oppressing her liko a nightmare. Marion was ono of those bravo women with an insignificant outside, whom nobody credits with emotion. Her pain was expressionless whon, afterward, sho faced tho girl whose joy added gall to the bitterness of disillusion. "Hasn't it been lovely, Marion?" cried the little sister, when thoy wero seated together in the carriage. "I havo enjoyed my first ball! And all my partners danced superbly : and I don't know whethor to laugh or cry with happinese." Dick commented on Marion looking "rather tired" when ho said good night to them, and involuntarily she shrank from his touch. "Come around to-morrow," she said, in tones slightly querulous, "I've Bomo news for you, Dick." When alone in her room sho neither sobbed nor fell into melancholy. After changing her ball dress for a loose wrapper, she dragged out a box from a cupboard, and with quiet do liberutencsH, turned out its contents until the bod and all the chairs wero laden with tho miscellany of a trous seau. Every stitch, evciy shred of it was an ovidenco of her misery, and she fingered the things with tho lingering touch of a good-byo. Ono frock, prettier than tho othors, and trimmed with little pink rosobuds, she fondled very much, and finally, in guilty haste, put it on, standing before tho glass shamofaced. Tho candlelight flickered in her shaking hand, casting odd shadows about herself as sho turned this way and that admiringly. "So I shall never wear them after all," she moaned, when at last, sho folded and replaced each thing, gazing with unutterable tondernoss into tho depths of tho box, as if into tho earth holo of her dead. Then, for tho second time, sho turnod tho key on n hallowed hope, and so bogaii again her desolation. It was all over. Dick's head was buriod in his arms when Marion ooasod speaking, and moved to tho door. Tho twilight shrouded thorn, so he couldn't 800 how pale was her face whon ho went toward her with outstretched hands and humblo 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 suro that Philip is grateful." It was Dick who sobbed, not tho woman, and as thoy stood there, their hands clinging together, ho realized what a soldier's girl can be. Someone opened tho door and nn nouuood that "toa was ready," and perhaps somo of Marion's pain molted into tho caress sho gave "tho littlo sister." "Wo wero just talking of you, dar ling—Diok has something to tell you."—London Answers. Number of Postage Stamps Used, Two hundred million two-cent post ago stamps that aro roportod as worth less by postmasters throughout tho country have been called in by tho Post master-General and will be destroyed. Although 200,000,000 Booms to bo au enormous number, it is really trifliDg compared with tho number of stamps used by tho American people each year, and would last less thou 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 year. Thoro is not as much lottor-writing these timos as thoro was when tho country wus lnoro prosperous, but a decided ineroase has been noticeable during tho last two months. Tho weight of tho mails is an accurato ba rometer of business affairs—lndian apolis Sentinel. I'robhig tho Mystery ol Ktlier. Tho bequest of §IIO,OOO which the lato llobert Stanton Avery has left in his will to the Smithsonian Institution for "lectures and treatises upon ami concerning thoso mechanical laws which govern ethereal modiums" might appeur at first blush to be the tostumoutary whim of a very ethereal personage. Tho valuo of this Ecienti lio legacy, however, may prove incal culable from the standpoint of Amer ica's position in the world of science. Tho mystery of ethor—that unknown, hypothetical medium for all the waves of heat, light, sound, magnetism and electricity—lies at the bottom of the sccrot of nnture, and tho Avery endow ment may yet bo tho incentive to orig inal research which shall take man kind a step nearer to tho sources of world energy and force of transmis sion.—Philadelphia Record. CARE OF THE KASrBEHRY. If the old wood of tho raspberry bushes has not already been cut out, leaving only tho last summer's growth, it should bo dono now. Tho long canes should bo cut back. Tender varieties can all be bent over ono way nnd weighted down or pegged down and covered with three or four inches of soil. After freezing weather is over in tho spring tho viueß should bo loosely tiod to single stokes or to a wire if preferred. The hardy varie ties, such as tho Cuthbert, Turner and other of tho newer vorietios will need no protection.—Amorican Agricultur ist. GROWING ONIONS FROM SETS. Onion sets are tho 6mall bulbs pro duced Irom late-sown seed on poor laud and taken up in tho fall and driod. They are planted on rich land in tho spring in rows twelve inches apart, and three inches apart in tho rows, requiring about twenty-four bushels to tho acre. Tho plants grow quickly and make marketable onions by July or August. It is necessary to watch the crop, and whon tho swollen seed stems appear theso are twisted and broken down to prevent tho forma tion of blossoms, by whioh tho growth of tho bulb will bo checked. Onions may be kept quite safely if thoroughly driod uud stored in a dry, cool place, nnd if frozen in tho winter will not take any harm if kept in that condi tion and thawed gradually in the spring.—New York Times. BREEDING UP STOCK. When ougngod in broeding up a na tive stock to some one of the improved varieties, there should bo a definite point aimed at from tho first. This must bo udhered to, or tho stock will soon become entirely unreliable for breeding. Our native animals are of no particular breed, but if good speci mens of thoir kind, they aro better to breed from than a half-bred or three quarter-bred animal of somo other strain. For example, if yon aro breeding from a llolsteiu bull for inilk or butter, a half blood of short horn or Jersey or Guernsey will not give as good results as will a first-rato uativo cow. In tho former case there is prepotency on both sides and the offspring will bo widely variant. With n native cow and a thoroughbred bull of any kind, tho propotency is all in tho sumo line. If tho breedingis con tinued further tho same strain of breed should be usod as at first. The established breeds ure all too firmly established to bo crossed more than once with any certainty that tho brooding will perpetuate tho desirable qualities on either Bido of tho house. —boston Cultivator. THE BEST BREED OF FOWLS. Tho question of which is tho 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 the tenderer breeds requiro? Will you have to subject your fowls to just ordinary housos and care? Tho breed one fancies most will in tho majority of cases receive tho best care, which naturally results in the most profit. If ono prefers fino feathers and a beautiful form and carriage rathor than a striotly economio fowl, thoro aro maDy breeds from which to mako a selection. If a genoral pur pose fowl is wanted, tho list to select from was novcr so long as it is to-day. If beauty and utility combined are wanted, thero nro several breeds to select from, either ono of which should sutisfy any reasonable person. Thero is muoh truth in tho saying, "feed makes the breed." The best breed in tho world, whichever ono may be so considered by tho owner, will be a failuro and disappointment if kept finder unfavorable conditions and in judiciously fed. Therefore wo would add to tho above, "foed and care mako tho breed." Wo do not know of any -breed which with proper care and feed will notpiovo reasonably profitable both in plensuro and monoy. In making soloction one's circumstances and surroundings should bo taken into account; whero ono breed would bo perfectly hardy and thrive well, another breed would not do at all well. Therefore it behooves ono to guard against lotting a sudden fancy run away with good judgment. Those who are just considering the subject, I would earnestly adviso taking plenty of time to look the field ovor thoroughly boforo making up their minds. Ono is apt to be favor ably improssod with the appearance of a certain breed, which after due thought would bo rejected for good and sufficient reason, wheroas if on tho first impulso it had boon bought, it would prove a disappointment and entail a loss. Those who are contin ually changing tho breed very seldom arc satisfied with anything and usually end by giving tho whole up in disgust. —American Agriculturist. CURRYING IIORSES. Tho horso is a very cleanly animal, aud if ho is not running in tho Holds whero he can roll and rub, his hair and skin should be thoroughly cleaned every day to keep him in good health nnd condition. Mud aud manure should bo rubbed off with a handful of straw or hay, and tho wet hair wiped dry with other clean handfuls. Theu tho whole skin should be gone over with u currycomb having fine. round, pointed teeth, followed by n 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 be care fully used. Tho most of tho cleaning should bo done with tho brush, especially around tho head ond leg bones, being tho brush or dust does not get into his eyes. Then the whole body should bo wiped with a soft cloth, beginning with head, and the resulting smooth coat of tho horse will well repay such daily care. The principal reason for regular and thorough grooming is that tho health of the horso requires that tho pores of tho skin bo kept open by removing dust and secretions, and that bothekiu and muscles be rubbed to replaco the natural muscular movements which tho 6tabling and work provent. Tho good results of careful grooming aro so apparent that a person with the lioalthy skin which follows from proper bathing, rubbing and feeding, is said to be well groomed. Muddy legs and manure stains may bo washed off with warm water, being careful to rub tho hair and ekin 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, so that ho does not chill and catch cold. Tho hard-working farm horso should bo groomed threo timos a day. At noon tho harness should bo removed and tho faco and sweaty 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 ho should bo rubbed all over with tho brush aud cloth or straw, using tho currycomb to remove dirt from tho hair, and to clean tho brush. Cleauli ness pays. —Dice 1 McLaren, in Farm, Field und Fireside. FARM AND GARDEN NOTE 3. After tho leaves drop is a good timo to prune tho grape. Tako your choice, eggs or lice. You can't liavo both in the samo poultry yard. A teaspoonful of glycerino and a fow drops of nitric acid to a pint of drinking water will generally euro a fowl that shows symptoms of%bronchi tis, when accompanied with a gurg ling sound in the thi out, as if of choking. Stirring tho soil in warm woathcr makes it warmer by udmitting moro outside air. It also stimulates de composition of any vegetablo matter that tho soil contains, and thus di rectly adds to tho available supply of fertility. Tho moro manuro that tho farmer applies tho more thorough should bo the cultivation oftho crop. Only thus can its full valuo bo secured. Besides, unless the cultivator is kept busy, tho manure makes tho weeds grow as wcli as tho crop. Much can yet bo done to mako tho poultry quarters comfortablo for win ter weather. Tho roof may be mend ed, tho walls battened, 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, tho breath of life being barely percoptiblo. It 6oon revived by giv ing it a couplo of fresh eggs. Tho samo results havo attended tho admin istering of eggs to weak cattlo and to feeble, chilled lambs. All sick or ailing fowls should bo at once separated from tho rest of tho flock. Tho ounco of provention in removing them is often worth more than the pound of cure needed for tho others, among whom thoy, by remain ing, spread contagion. Experimenting with mongrel fowls in these days is very poor business at tho best, when thcro is such an abun dance of prime 6tock to commenco with. It is just as cheap to breed tho better kinds of [poultry at tho outset, as to keep 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 cat their eggs uuless tho eggs freezo and tho shell cracks open. Hens seldom eat their eggs exoopt dur ing tho winter months. It has been recommendod, in order to prevent hens from .eating eggs, to put two tablespoonfuls of iluo salt aud one-half pint of wood ashes in ono quart of corn meal, or in that ratio, and mix with boiling water; feed onco a day until they leavo off eating their eggs. Did you ever know wheat to bo so cheap? Boil it soft aud stir up with littlo potatoes and other fall wastes liko turnips, cabbages, swoot apples, etc. Perhaps this ration will not mako fat pork, but it keeps tho digestion and appotito good, and, O, how it makes tho winter pigs grow I Care and brains mako pork protits. Keroseno emulsion can most easily bo appliod to stock to destroy lico anil prevent tho attack of tho horn-fly by the sprayer, which is designed origin ally for applying sprayiug mxtures to fruit trees. A hand sprayer is t'ao most convenient, aud with a lino uoz zlo a very small quantity will bo suffi cient, whereas by hand and sponge application the work will require much moro liquid aud take much mora time. ATCHANGE. v Have you Boen tho full moon w X Drift behind a cloud, >. Hiding all of nature . \ In a dusky shroud ? Have you soon the light snow , Change to sudden rain, \ And the virgin streets grow ,'<j} Black as Ink again? HAVO you seen the ashes, When tho flame is spent, Vv.. And the choorloss hearthstono V Grim and eloquent? ; Have you soo tho bal 1 room '■ When the dance Is dono t And Its tawdry splendor Meets tho morning sun? Dearest, all these pictures Cannot half portray How my life has altorod Klnco you'vo gone away? —Harry Romaino, in Munsey'a Mugnzino. HUMOR OF TIIE DAY. A silent worker—Tho yeast cakc. 'Held by tho enemy"—Tho ulster which wo aro unablo to redeem.— Texas Sittings. Every man knows in his own heart that tho fools are not all dead yet.-% Albany Argus. This pig went to market, This one rofusod to roam ; But the ono that takes two seats in a car Wo wish would stay ut home. —lntcr-Oconn. "Well, that baits all," romarkod tho Irish fisherman as ho looked into his can in vain for a worm.—Philadelphia Lifo. Tho only thing wc can recommend to women for the management of a husband, is to feed him and trust to luck. —Atchison Globe. Sibyl—"When Steve proposed to mo ho acted liko a lish out of water." Tirpio—"Why shouldn't he? He know ho was caught."—Yankeo Blade. 'Tls now about the timo of yeur When each friend, overbold, Fires off tnls question in your oar, "Whero did you got that cold?"' —Now York Herald. When a woman begins to show u dislike to being called by her pet name she may bo considered as offi cially out of the matrimonial race.— Hudson Register. Her brow was liko the snowdrift, Her throat was liko tho swan, And her hut it was tho largest Ho'd over looked upon. —lntor-Ocorin. no—"I could bcliovo tlmt this was ono of motlicr'B own pics, dear." She "Could you, really, durliug?" 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—"Dono some thing wonderful iu boons, has he?" Witts—"Er—no; in signs."—Buffulo Courier. Break ! Break ! Break ! Outhy cold, gray stono3, Oh soil. Thou'lt not, I'll bet, be able to got As broko us I soou shall bo. —Wushlugtou Star. Stockly—"l hear that your son went into the offico to work this morning." Jobly—"Ho went into tho office to work me. I was out, but I guess I'd havo been out moro if I'd been iu."— Philadelphia Record. A girl isn't going to bo marriod soon if a number of gentlemen call on her on a Sunday afternoon. When any thing serious is iu prospect all tho men oxcopt tho ono who is in earnest drop off.—Atchison Globe. No moro ho pulls his father's beard And drives him to despair ; He much prefers a handful of His brother's football hair. —Washington Btnr. "How do you like tho way I wear my hair now?" asked tlio football player. "It's lovely," replied tho girl. "If your head only had somo silk sowed around it, it would bo a lovely soft pillow. "--Detroit Froo Press. "Do you think," said tho passenger on tho front platform of tho streot car, that it hurts a horso to dock its tail?" "Yes," replied tho man who handles tho brake, "but not as much as it does a driver to dock his wages." —Washington Star. Littlo Nod—"Don't tako away tho light." Mamma—"l want you to learn to go to sloop without u light." "Must I sleep iu tho dark?" "Yes." "Well, then, wait a minute. I guess I'll got up and say my prayers u littlo moro carefully."—Good News. "Aro you used to serving roast beef rare?"said tho lady who was endeav oring to learn whether sho suited tho now cook. "No, ma'am," was tho loftily-spoken reply. "Up to mo prisint omploymiut Oi'vo boon used to serving it frequent."—Washington Star. Jagwell—"l've mado an awful mis take. I sont a messenger boy up to Miss Cashley'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 mossengor boy may got there in timo."—Philadelphia Record. Tho urt ot making money loads All other human passion. And mankind gouorally concedos 'Tls qutto an honest fashion. Yet, when a man to make tho samo Has to tho neod arisen. Then justice "tumbles to his game" And seuda hitn straight to prison. —Richmond Dispatch. Substitutes Petroleum for Coal. United States Consul Richman, at St. Gall, Switzerland, has transmitted to tho State Department diagrams and a detailed description of a now device for burning petroleum to generate stoam, known as tho Gleemau-Baum gartner apparatus, The results ob tained wero strikingly successful, and in the opinion of experts indicate the displacomout of coal as a steam pro ducing fuel wherever petroleum can be urocurod.—Now York Advertiser.