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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The Flench names that superseded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likely to bo superseded in their turn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.