Three Irishmen represent Scottish
constituencies in the' British Parlia
ment.
A scientific sharp has discovered an
intimate connection between the per
nicious habit of early rising and in
sanity.
Tho Attorney-General of Illinois has
ruled that a building and loan associa
tion has no right to borrow money to
loan its members.
Germans objecting to tho habit of
holding the hands in tho pockets have
formed a society, the Antihandiudcn
hosentasehenhaltenverein.
Before the present revolution Spain
restricted the right of suffrage to 53,-
000 nativo Cubans, out of a total na
tive pojiulation of 1,000,000, tbo ridic
ulous proportion of three per cent.
There are at present about 13,568,-
000 acres of forest in Maine, valued at
$35,250,000. Two or threo New Eng
lund States could be hidden away in
Maine's woods, calculate! tho Now
York Sun.
Skiographs, the new designation of
the Boentgen X ray pictures—which
it is impossible to call photographs
have nothing to do with the sky. The
correct pronunciation is skee-o-grapb,
accent on tho first syllable. It signi
fies "shadow-writing."
Bowery merchants of New York City
claim that the effect of theeong, "The
Bowery," has been to seriously depre
ciate property values along that thor
oughfare. They claim that strangers
to the city believe tho words of the
song, and have come to regard all
business men on the Bowery as brig
ands and bunco operators.
Some ouo asked in tho British Honso
of Commons tho other day whether
any Government officer could exercise
general supervision over tho poems of
Alfred Austin before publication. An
Irish member asked if tho Poet Lau
reate was not tho successor of tho
Court Jester, who was always held to
bo irresponsible. Not a single man
arose to defend the successor of Ten
nyson.
History is being made very fast in
these days. Tho New York Kecorder
calls attention to the fact that the
Loudon press to-day is fully convert
ed to the Monroe Doctrine. It was
no longer ago than 1562 that the Lon
don Times declared Napoleon 111. had
done a great political service to the
world in setting up Maximilian iu
Mexico, and thereby "extinguishing
tho Monroe Doctrine."
The probable outcome of the Vene
zuela questiou will be, according to
Harper's Weekly, "surrender on the
part of Great Britain," tko "chasten
ing of England," the strengthening
and extension of the true Monroe
Doctrine, "a better stato of feeling"
between the two countries', and suc
cess on the part of the United States in
Impressing "the rest of the world, and
especially Great Britain, with that de
greo of respect which is sometimes
paid to thoßo who insist on their rights,
reasonably or unreasonably."
Says the Philadelphia Times: The
most encouraging results of tho New
Jersey road law are 10 0 miles of per
manent road and an increasing public
appreciation of the advantages of good
roads. At first ouly a few counties
wore willing to assumo tho cost of try
ing the experiment. The number has
grown in tho two years from five to
fourteen, or two-thirds of the counties
in tho Stale, audit is evident that pub
lic opinion will demand a largo in
crease of the annual State appropria
tion, which up to this time has not ex
ceeded SIOO,OOO.
It is nut a matter for regret, main- j
tains the American Agriculturist, that i
the promotion of hor3e meat as an ar- j
ticlo of food has proved a failuro. The
Oregon packing concern which last j
year began tho slaughter of range '
horses has quit the business after a '
series of unsuccessful attempts to find
a market for the 7001) animals handled,
beveral tons of the pickled horse meat
shipped to Japan was refused and
finally thrown into the ocean, and
consignments to Europe met with as j
chilly a reception. As long as good j
beet, mutton and pork can bo secured :
at such reasonable figures, both at, '
home and abroad, consumers have no '
use for llesh from broken down horses '
or wild mustang ponies. With better '
breeding and a broader market, the 1
development of the hor.-je industry is |
bound to be in an entirely different '
channel. It is a fact, however, that
horso meat is excellent for poultry, !
and ooustitutes tho bulk of tho poul
try meat or concentrated feed that is '
largely used with such excellent re
sults.
SOME DAY OF DAYS.
; Some uuy. >:no day of days, treading tho
street
With idlo, heedless pace,
Uulooking for such gnioo,
I shall behold your face.
Goaio day. some day of days, may thus we
I meet.
Perchance tho sua may shine sklcj of
I May,
Or wintor's icy chill
Touch lightly vale and bill;
What matter? I shall thrill
j Through every vein with summer on that
j day.
1 Oaco more life's perfect youth will all come
| back.
An-l for a moment there
I shall stand fresh and fair.
And drop tho garment care;
Onco mora my perfect youth shall nothing
I shut my eve.3 now. thinking how 'twill bo.
How, fact to face, each soul
Will slip its long control,
Forgot tho dismal dole
Of dreary la'.e's dark separating sea.
And glance to glance, and hand to hand in
greeting,
Tho past, with all its fears,
Its silence and its tears,
Irs lonely, yearning years,
Qhr.U vanish in the moment of that mooting.
—Elizabeth Stuart Pholps*
CUE MAJUR'sIIUSE,
EV IIEUEX FORREST GRATEI. .
fczsßtrv?nr. fair fominino
N . g>;', society o£ Bort-
VA villo was much ex-
orcised in mind
fmlW when Major Trix-
I ou bought tho
S'wfc- '' reat
K^vSSllouso opposite
v tho park,
j Year in and year out that house had
stood vacant. Hummer suns hid woven
, their thrcals of light through tho
I close t blinds; winter snows had piled
| their white drifts against tho throsli-
I old.
Some said tbo honso was damp, oth
ers that it was haunted, vet others
shrewdly surmised that it was iii liti
gation, and couldn't show a clean
title.
But nobody know anything for cer
tain, uud when Major T'rixoa bought
it, aul an avmv of decorators, masons,
paintersaud upholsters took possession
of it, the interest an I curiosity of
l'ortvillo was ut tho culminating
point.
That tho major was a bachelor was
very certain. That ho was forty years
old, it' not older, appeared an incon
trovertible fact. That ho was im
mensely rieh, rather ecoentrie, and de
cidedly in want of a wife, everybody
iu town knew before the title-deeds of
tbo big house had been twenty-four
hours iu the possession of tho owner.
"Yes," the major had averred, seri
ously, when facetiously challenged on
the subjeotby Mr. MilesKidoau, one ot
his most intimate friends, "I do want
a wife. You may chaff' about it as much
as you please, but it don't alter the
foot. But I want a wife, not a bundle
of giggles and frizzes and Paris mill
inery."
"i'il introduoo you to our first
young ladies," said Mr. llidoait, cheer
fully, "and then you can pick and
chooso for yourself."
Major Trixon was silent.
"A regular old bachelor," said Bi
deau, to himself. "He'il never marry.
Ho wants perfection, and there's no
girl living that cau couio up to his
standard."
Tlio ladies, as a matter of course,
were much interested in the bluff,
brown, elderly major. Miss Serena
Silver, whoso grandfather had been a
commodore, and whoso genealogical
treo had inoro branches than a star
fish, picked out the last gray hair from
licr treases, uud plumed herself for
conquest.
"Ide'Jl want u lady of nndisputable
birth and position," slio thought.
Alico Wood, tho pretty dressmaker's
assistant, piuued on uu extra blush
rose as sho tripped to and fro to her
work past the windows of the Brown
House.
"The old story of King Cophetua
and tho beggar maid is always repeat
ing itself," she thought. "And I'm
not quite a beggar."
Wnile all the beauties in Portville
brightened up their armor uud pre
pared to enter tho lists.
Major Trixon wont into society, and
society was puzzled to know what to
make of him.
"Twelve thirls!" said Gertrude
May, holding up her hands in dis
may.
"Twelve shirts I"echoed Mrs. Lacey,
who was a pretty widow on promo
tion
"But, my dears," said Mrs. Hedge,
tho mother of two dimpled, velvet
eyed beauties, "you must bo mis
taken !"
"We're not, mamma," said Bertha.
"ilo really did say so, mumsey,"
declared Ida.
"Yoti see, Mrs. Hedge," explained
Erminin Bruce, "ho has founded a
hospital or poorhouso or something
out West, and ho wants a box made up
to send to tho poor people there. Ami
bo lias nskod the young ladies here
abouts to coutributo twelve shirts—
ouo each, don't you see? And they
must bo made by their own bands."
"So ridiculous." said Mrs. Hedge.
"But old bachelors always do have
their quips uud cranks," said Mrs.
Lacey, complacently, as she remem
bered a garment of tho late lamented
Lucy's wardrobe which blio promised
herself to "do up" and pass on to the
Western paupers as a piece of genuine
domestic manufacture.
"Well, girls, you'll have to get out
your work-boxes," said Mrs. Hedge.
"If it was worsted-work, now," said
"Or Kensington stitch," sighed \
Bertha.
"But shirts! Who ever heard of
shirts?" said Gertrude. "However,
wo must all try. A rich old bachelor
is worth a few pinched lingers, eh,
girls?"
But Erminia Bruce, who had no
liking lor plain needlework, looked
with disgust as the Wamsutta muslin,
the card of buttons and tho compact
paper patterns on her table.
"1 haven't time for it," said she to
herself, "if I practice that sonata for
tho Thursday evening's musical. I'll
put it out, aud the major will never
know that I didn't make it myself. A
Bhirt, indeed! Why, he'il bo expoct
iug us to scrub floors and make soft
soap next. The Brown House is very
nice, but 1 mean to be lady of it, with
out auy of this odious dludgeiy."
So Miss Bruce, who was tall, with a
superb complexion, flashing black eyes
aud a lignro like Diana's own, rolled
up tbo obnoxious materials and
carried them to a little house
around tho corner, where a pale, dove
eyed ycung woman, uo longer in her
iirst youth, sat at her sewing.
"Agatha," said Miss Bruce, curtly,
"I want a shirt made. Very nieelv,
now. And you mast mako it cheap;
do you hear?"
Agatha Fontaine looked up wist
fully.
"But, Erminia," said she, "I am
very much hurried just now. If you
eouid wait a week —"
"Very well," said Miss Brace, with
a toss of her imperial head. "Then
I'll tako my material elsewhere. It's
always the way with you suffering
poor! If one takes you work, you
won't do it, aud then you come and
tod us ail sorts of stories about your
privations. But, mark my words,
Agatha, if you rofuso to oblige mo now,
I'll never employ you ngaiu !"
Miss Fontaine sighed softly. Five
years ago sho and Erminia Bruce
had shared the same room in Madam
de Froulignae's fashionable boarding
Gohool, and were inseparable friends.
But poor Harmon Fcutaino bad failed
in business, nul recklessly drawn a
rnzor across his throat, and hero was
Agatha toiliug for her daily bread, no
less than to support a delieato mother
and a liftio brother who was ailing
with spinal complaint. And Erminia
had listened with a patronizing air to
Agatha's humble request for work.
"I'll see what I cau do for you,"
sho had said, slipping the rich rings
carelessly up aud dowu hr lingers.
"But amateur needlework is uever
quite up to the mark. Uowever, if you
will consider that in your charges—"
'Twill endeavor to work well and
cheaply," said Agatha, meekly.
Aud after she was gone Erminia
laughed exultantly.
"It's a regular stroke of good luck
for us, mamma," said she. "Broken
down gentry always work well, and at
quarter prices!"
Aud so, when sho turned coldly
away upon this ooeasion, Agatha made
haste te detain her.
"Leave the work, Erminia," said
she. "It is true that lam very much
hurried jus', at present, but you have
been very kind to mc, and I would not
wittingly disoblige you."
"It must bo baud made," said Miss
Bruce, unrolling her parcel, "and
very neatly, mind, and I will pay you
flfty coats."
"Fifty cents!" echoed poor Agatha.
"Our usual cliurgo is—"
"I dou't caro anything about your
usual obargo!" said Erminiu, impa
tiently. "If you can't do it for flfty
cents, you needn't do it at all."
Aud sho rustled out of tho roam,
leaviug a strong odor of "Bouquet do
Caroline" behind her.
"Xsu't it strange?" said Agatha to
herself, in a sort of sotto voce.
"Isn't what strange?" said n pleas
ant voieo from tho adjoining room,
where Major Trixon was sitting by
Hal I-'outaine's sick bed.
"This is tho third shirt I have had
brought mo to-day to make," said
Agatha, "uud all in a hurry. X shall
have to sit up until midnight every
night to finish them."
"Indeed !" said Major Trixon.
"One is from Mies Ida Hedge and
one from her sister Bertha," said
Agatha; "and now Miss Bruce—"
"Miss Bruco, eh?" said tho major.
"Can't sho mako licr own shirts, with
out briuging them here?"
"I don't know!" sighed Agatha.
".•iho was tho haughty young wo
man, I suppose, who was domineering
over you just now?"
"Yes," acknowledged Agatha. "Not
that she means to be unkind, but—"
"No, no—of course not!" said
Major Trixon, drily. "Only that sho
treats you us if you belonged to au in
ferior race of creatures."
As bo spoke bo stooped over tho Vied
and lifted the pillows, so as to alter tho
invalid's position.
"Is that any easier, my little man?"
said he. "And now that tho doctor is
here, I will leave you for awhile."
"indeed, sir," said poor Mrs. Fon
taine. "you aro very kind!"
"Kind?" ho repentod, brusquoly.
"Nothing of the sought. Kind?
Ought wo not all to bo kind to each
other? And now good evening!"
"So," said he, "these uro the
shirts?"
And with a delicito pencil ho drew
a tiny cross iu. bluo lead upon each
one.
"These are what you call tho neck
bindings, aren't they?" said be. "That
mark will do no knrm. Koe, it is so
small that no one would notice it hut
ourselves. I only want to identity
these articles if I should ever sco
them again. Good evening, Miss
Agatha! Mind you don't set too close at
your needle."
And tho major took his brown face
and sturdy, tall figure out of tho twi
lit room.
The shirts cutno to the Western
packing-box in due time. Major Trix
on eyed them critically.
"My old mother used to say," said
lie, "that a well-made shirt was tlio
criterion of a woman's ability to inako
a good wife. These shirts are dis
graces to tho Portville girls—all ex
cept three, and each ono of tho thred
is marked with a tiny blue cross on tho
inside of the neck binding."
And Major Trixon chuckled as ho
packed the shirts into the big wooden
box.
He met Miss Brtioo on tho favorite
promenade an hour cr so subsequent
ly. She smiled sweetly into his face.
"I hope you were suited with tho
shirt, major," she said.
"It was beautifully made,"ho an
swered.
"I can assuro you," sho simpered,
"that 1 worked most diligently upon
His dark eyes seemed for n minute
to read hor very soul.
She blushed, aud turned her faco
away.
"Can he know," sho thought, "that
I scut itto MissFontaineto bo made?"
Tho velvet-eyed Iledgo twins were
not fur off; they advanced to meet
him, with cherry cheeks and plumed
hats to match.
"Oh, Major Trixon," said they,
"did you get tho shirts? And did
you find cut that wo didn't make 'em
at ail? Mamma would bu horrified if
she know that wc told you. But wo
couldn't got the gussets und the gores
right, and wo pricked our lingers and
lost our tempers."
"And so you sent thorn to Miss
Fontaine, eh?" laughingly quc3tionod
the major.
"How did you know?" said Ids,
with wide-opou eyes.
"But don't toll mamma," added
Bertha.
"Oh, I know a good many things,"
said tho major, smiling. "And Ins
sure you that your secret is quite safe
with inc."
AgathaFontainewas walking ab3oni
ly ulong, with her oyes lixod on tho
ground. Sho scarcely saw the major,
until ho paused in front of her ; thou
her cheek kindled into sudden fire.
"Major Trixon !" sho eriod. "i'ho
very one I wanted to see."
"Can I bo of any service, Mis 3
Fontaine ?"
"The doctor's bill," she said, eolor
iug. "It is so much more than wo
expeotod; and—aud if you would lend
us u little, Major Trixon, I should bo
so glad to repay it in sewiug."
"I will lend you tho monoy, Mi is
Fontaine," ho said ; "but as for suw
ing—"
'Tour housekeeper may find some
thing for me to do," said she, wist
fully.
lie turned.
"Let mo walk along by your side,"
said he. "Let mo tell you, Miss
Fontaiue, how closely I havo studied
your character since first ltido.au took
mo to your sick brother's bodsido.
Let mo confess to you how dearly I
havo learned to love 3-011 —how truly
to respect your noble nature. lam a
rough, bru3qno oil follow; I know,
but I belicvo I could make you banpy
if you would but allow ino to hope lor
your love."
"But. me?" cried she, broatlilossly—•
"me, who am but a poor sewiug girl 1"
"I lovo you," lie said, simply. "I
could do no more than tha' if you
were a crowned queen."
So bo married bcr, and tha onoo
poverty-stricken family live in tho
Brown House now, oppoiiio the park,
whoro hothouse llowers scent tlio
rooms, aud birds sing to amuse tlio
crippled boy, whilo every luxury
smooths his cariv saddened path.
Aud Miss Ermiiiiu Bruce never knew
that her deceit about the speciul unit
of the twelve shirts, which had fallen
to her lot, was the straw which turned
tko current of Major Trixon's fancy,
lie lilted and altuirod her before; 110
could never do so agniu. And Agatha
Fontaine was no good an 1 innocent
and true!
And, above all things, a wife's naturo
must bo true. At least so reasouod
the major, and ho wai no me 111 judge
of human nature.—Saturday Night.
A Nihilist Tragedy,
Two years ago a Polish Count, who
had joiuel n Nihilist club in Po
land, was arrested by the Ktissiau au
thorities aud transported to the north
ernmost region of Siberia. Hero ho
was told to till a snow covered plot of
ground or die, as seemed best to him.
Tlio Count, who had never done uuy
other political wrong than enrolling
hiH unnio us a member of nu illegal in
stitution, decided to attempt to es
cape", and for a year he tamped
through Siberia and ltussia, liable nt
any moment to be shot ou sight, until
he reached a neutral country. It is
the custom of the cottagers in Siberia
to place a littlo foo l and drink oat
side their windows for fugitives, and
also to leave their barns open for them
to sleep in. These courtesies, offered
at tho risk of losing their lives, en
abled tho Count to keep body and soul
together until ho snooeeedod in escap
ing, when ho forthwith started (or
Condon, where he and his wifo have
since been living reduced to great pov
erty. The sufferings of that torriblo
journey exhausted his constitution,
and he died recently, fow knowing the
great trials that tho poor outlaw had
endured.—Now York News.
Ceicry Oil.
This is a now industry which Ger
many is endeavoring to foster. Dis
tillers ol essential oils have experi
mented with tho distilling of celery
during tho past season, producing a
few poundp. It is distilled from tho
green leave?, possesses the powerful
aromatic odor and tasto of tho plant,
and may arouse considerable interest
among manufacturers of concentrated
soups and preserved meats and vege
tables. It requires 100 pounds green
leaves to make one pound of oil. If it
proves feasible to distill celery for
Jlavoring purposes, why not utilizo
other herbs in tho same manner for
like purposes?
POTATOES IN 1896,
The year 1800 is a red-letter year for
vegetable growers. It marks the tri
centenary of the introduction of the
potato to civilized man. Sir Walter
Raleigh, who had a hand in most
tilings in those days, did the introduc
ing. In the days when Sir Walter hud
to do with it the potato was not the
everyday vegetable which it lias since
become. Sir Walter planted the first
one, omitting appropriate ceremonies,
on his estate at Younghal, near Cork.
It took at once. It had not only found
its favorite soil but it had discovered
its chosen people. Nothing could have
vecn better suited to the laud. It was
the custom of the people, whenever a
force large enough to make it practi
cable could be got together, to make
raids upon the territory of their neigh
bors. The O'Brodar harried the lands
TIIE PEERLESS.
of the O'Brien, anil us soon as the
O'Brien recovered he hurried the lands
of tiie O'Brodar, doing ids best to de
stroy ail the food within reach of the
O'Brodar family, that they might come
to a proper understanding of their in
iquities. The potato was hailed as a
preventer of famine. Neither O'Brien
nor O'Brodar could spare the time to
sift carefully all the earth under the
rule of the enemy, and nothing else
would remove the pinnt. Such was
tin; warlike beginning of the plant in
Ireland, the home of its adoption.
About the time that the O'Brien and
O'Brodar found their occupations as
creators of fumble taken from tlieiu
people began to write long and learned
discourses upon the now plant, us they
do now 011 the X ray mid other remark
able tilings. And they described it
carefully, so that those who lmil never
seen the plant could form some idea
of its wondrous nature.
"The roote is thickc, fat, and tuber
ous; some of tlieni us round 11s a ball,
some out] 11 or eggo fashion, some longer
and others shorter; which kuobbie
routes are fastened unto tlio stalks with
1111 infinite number of threddie strings."
But though it attracted much atten
tion, it was long before outside of Ire
land the potato begun to receive popu
lar approval. For more than a century
it languished in obscurity in England.
Little known anil less prized, it was
confined to the guldens of botanists
and the curious, and when used at all
us food, only nt the tables of the rich,
us a rare vegetable rather than us a
standing ilisb. The potatoes furnished
lo the table of James I. bore the high
price of two shillings per pound. In
liiST Wool ridge writes of the tubers:
"I do not hear that it has yet been es
sayed whether they may not be propa
gated in greater quantities for the use
of swine and other cattle." Morti
mer's Garden Kaleudar for 1708 says,
slightingly, "The root is very near the
nature of the Jerusalem artichoke, al
though not so good and wholesome, but
it may prove good for swine." Several
reasons, besides prejudice, may be
given for this neglect. Cultivation lmd
not yet improved the wild stock to its
present perfection. The proper modes
of cooking had not yet been hit upon.
And, lastly, vegetable food of any
sort was less sought after, or rather
less within the reach of the mass of
the people, than it is now. At present
it is the übiquitous vegetable, without
which 110 meal is complete.
Could a member of the Royal Socie
ty, which in 1(508 adopted measures for
extending the cultivation of the Sol
anum Tuberosum, with a view to pre
vention of famine in Englund and Ire
land. have accompanied a newspaper
representative through the wonderful
potato region of Colorado 011 a recent
occasion lie must have been satisfac
torily convinced that "things do move."
In the beginning of the sixteenth
century potatoes were brought from
America to Europe for cultivation in
gardens as a curiosity. Last year
there was forwarded, from one section
of Colorado alone, tJ.OOO carloads of
"spuds," each car averaging 400 bush
els.
Only a few years ago, when some en
terprising farmers commenced the cul
tivation of potatoes, 011 what then ap
peared to be a large scale, they were
A COLORADO PYRAMID.
heartily ridiculed. Time has proven,
and only a very short time at that, the
correctness and sound judgment of the
level-headed grangers who fully real
ized the special adaptability of the
warm sandy soil, of certain portions of
Colorado, to the successful production
of the homely, unfashionable tuber. *
While there have been in a few cases
exceptionally large profits in tins in
dustry in the main it has been a steady,
profitable business for such men as are
willing to give it attention. Idaho,
Utah, and Montaua have been envious
ly watching the success of Colorado in
this lino, and they are now energeti
cnlly competing with the gold-silver
State for the trade of Kansas and Ne
braska. Freight rat<ss, however, will
not give them entree to the more East
ern markets—east of the Missouri
liver.
Probably there Is no section of the
agricultural world where the cultiva
tion of potatoes is so simplified and
systematized as in the Greeley district
of Colorado. Seeing the enormous pos
sibilities of this industry, an enterpris
ing manufacturer of farming imple
ments turned ids attention a couple
of years ago to machinery for prepar
ing and handling this crop in nil its
stages. The result has been in the pro
duction of potatoes similar to the in
troduction of headers and thrashing
machines in the raising of small grains
—a marked decrease in the cost of pro
duction.
Only by the use of this machinery
are the potato farmers of the far West
to-day enabled to sell their product in
competition with that of Illinois and
Missouri in the markets of Chicago
and St. Louis. They literally make a
business of raising potatoes, and know
ing that a too rapid continuation of
crops is disadvantageous rotate their
crop of potatoes from one section of
the farm to another, alternating with
wheat and the prolific and fertilizing
alfalfa, thus insuring a constantly re
curring replenishment of the light,
sandy soil, which has proven so well
adapted to potato growing.
In the planting season one of the in
genious machines above referred to is
loaded with seed potatoes and started
on its automatic labors across a field.
It is accompanied by a wagon con
taining additional "seed." With the
motive power supplied by two lino
Norman horses and under the supervis
ion of one man this machine will plant
six acres per day. The planter may be
adjusted to drill, drop, aud cover in
hills from ten to twenty-one inches
apart, as may be most desirable.
The harvest of the potato crop us
ually commences about Sept. 15 and
continues until the middle or latter part
of October. Duiiing this season no one
need complain of "no work." Men,
boys, and even women and girls turn
out en masse to hasten the harvest.
Here, too, inventive genius holds sway.
The Ingenious harvester, drawn by
four powerful horses, traverses row
after row and leaves in its wake glis
tening lines of white and pink tubers
as clean and neatly separated from
their parent soil as if each had been
carefully "sapoliocd" before being re
leased from its earthy repository. Each
"digger" is attended by a driver and
from six to eight "pickers" whose busi
ness it is to collect the potatoes, large
and small, in baskets. These hands
are paid from $1 to $1.50 per day aud
board.
In each section of the field is another
contrivance called a "sorter," consist
ing of an oscillating screen hung at an
THE lIUIiHANIC.
angle of thirty degrees, into which the
baskets are emptied. This screen lias
what is termed a two-inch square
mesh. Those potatoes which will go
through this mesh fall into a sack and
are kept for seed the following spring.
The larger potatoes roll from the screen
into separate sacks, In which they are
stored in peculiarly constructed cellars
r "dug-outs" until conditions are favor
able for marketing.
These "dug-outs" are excavations in
the ground varying in size according
to the requirements of the crop and
approximately ten feet in depth. They
are roofed over almost level with the
ground and provided with ventilators.
To such a considerable extent has this
industry grown that at Eaton and
Greeley enormous warehouses have
been erected for the express purpose
of storing and handling potatoes.
Greeley has become celebrated for
her "Potato day," which is usually set
for the 10th of October. On this occa
sion immense trenches are dug and the
succulent roots, after beiug roasted to
a turn by wliite-aptoned experts, are
served with appropriate accompani
ments to an admiring crowd of appre
ciative people only limited by the ca
pacity of the grounds.
During the last year there were about
2,400,000 bushels of this crop harvest
ed in the northern portion of Colorado.
There have been several train loads
forwarded to St. Louis and Chicago,
and many car loads have found their
way to Interior poinls in lowa, Indiana,
Tennessee, Ohio, and even as far south
as Louisiana. One pyramod, which I
secured a photograph of, contained ex
actly forty potatoes and weighed 120
pounds. A few selected specimens
weighed a trifle over seven pounds
each.
Wealth mid Its Distribution.
Whatever may be tiie aggregate of
tlie wealth of the country, and it is ad
mitted that the United States is the
wealthiest nation in the world, its dis
tribution is very unequal according to
George It. Waldron, writing on this
subject in the Arena. According to
Mr. Waldron, 4,000,000 families, or
nearly one-third of all the families in
the country, must get along on in
comes of less than §4OO a year. More
tbnu one-half the families (53.20 per
cent.) get less than §OOO a year; two
tliirds of the families (08.01 per cent.)
less than §000; while nineteen-twenti
etlis (05.00 per cent.) receive less than
§3.000 a year.
Some people seem to think that a man
cannot behave himself unless he be
longs to a church.
"Fine feufhers do not make Due birds."
But every harum-scarum
Is not a prince; so hood my words.
If you've Dne feathers, wear 'eui.
—Harper's Weekly.
"In battle musicians are always kept
In the rear." "That's not fair. Many
of them richly deserve killing."—Chi
cago Record.
"I never destroy a receipted bill, do
you?" said Bunting to Giley. "I don't
tiling I ever saw one," replied Giley.—
Amusing Journal.
"If I had your pull," said the small
boy who was struggling with a large
kite in a March breeze, "I could git
purty high up in the world, too."—Chi
cago Tribune.
On the bail now keep your eye; --
Iu ii month or more
You will hear the same old cry:
"Mister, ivot's do score?"
—Philadelphia Iteeord.
"I had always been an American un
til I went around a curve iu a cable
car tills morning. "Wliut difference did
that make?" "Then I became a Lap
lander,"—Life.
It. It. Otlicial—"Y'ou may not believe
it, but this dining car cost $20,000."
Plauetree—"How long has It been run
ning?" "Just a week." "Paid for it
self yet?"— Life.
"I," wailed the poetic young man,
"aui ever misunderstood." "Then,"
asked the practical girl, "why do you
not try to talk United States?"—lndian
apolis Journal.
Jinks—"What's the cause of this
twaddle about elevating the stage, I'd
like to know?" Filkins—"Want to get
ft above the level of the women's hats,
X suppose."—Brooklyn Life.
Dukane—Young SpifHns is the laziest
man I ever knew. Gaswell—lndeed?
Dukane—Yes, Indeed! Even when ho
lias nothing to do he is too lazy to do
It.—Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph.
"You say he is a remarkable man?"
"Very." "In what way?" "He's the
only scientist in the country who has
not made an important discovery rela
tive to X rays."—Chicago Evening Post.
He went out west to find a place,
Where he could have full swing,
Then stole a horse in Cripple Creek
And got that very thing.
—New York Herald.
Charley Ilarduppe—"What do you
mean by sending my clothes home C.
O. It? Didn't I have a running ac
count with you?" Kustcm Made—
"Yes. But it is all run out."—Brooklyn
Life.
Tall 'Shopper—"Will you please tell
me how long these skirts are?" Clerk
(superciliously)—" They are the regular
length, madam." "Tall Shopper (meek
ly)—"Ah, but I'm not."—New York
Journal.
Mrs. Moneybags—"Your son's extrav
agance is increasing. He wants a new
plaything. This time it is a stable of
race horses." Mr. Moneybags—"That's
nil right. I was afraid he wanted to
start a newspaper."—New York Week
ly.
This world would bo devoid of cares;
A resting place, where all is nice,
If coal would hut come up the stair
As smoothly as it dues the price.
—Washington Star.
"This is leap-year," remarked the
maiden, timidly, "and I am disposed
to avail myself of my sex's privilege.
Mr. Tillingliast, I love you. Will you
be mine?" "But can you support a
husband," asked Mr. Tillingliast, anx
iously.—Judge.
The old family cat awoke from a nap
before the lire and stretched himself
in the manner common to cats. Mar
gie looked at him with distended eyes.
"My tloodncss!" she exclaimed; "I dess
ze tat's dolu't' boll over."—Judge.
"I'll kiss you for my sister's sake."
"Pray don't forget yourself," she suid.
I straightway took her at Iter word,
And kissed her for myself instead.
—Truth.
"He stood at the top of the steps,"
she said, in telling about it afterwards,
"and I mustered up enough courage to
say: 'You know, this is leap year?'
"Yes. What then?" "Then he leaned
and I haven't seen him since."—Chicago
Post. '
Perry I'atettie (in the roaa)—W'y
don't you go in? De dog's nil right.
Don't you see him wnggiu' his tail?
Wayworn Watson (at the gate)— Yes,
an' he's growliu' at the same time. 1
don't know which end to believe.—Cin
cinnati Enquirer.
"There's only one girl in the world for
me,"
Is the song he was oft heard to holler;
And, come to find out, the one he adored
Was the girl on tile almighty dollar.
—Youkers Statesman.
"A fellow always feels satisfied with
himself after having taken a littlo
game," said the fellow coining out of
the restaurant. "Well, it all depends
on what kind of game he's been taking
in," replied his friend, who had been
out at the poker club.—Yonkers States
man.
Mr. Hardtack—Well, what we want
is a nlghtwatchman that'll watch.
Alert and on the qui vivo for the slight
est noise, or indication of burglars.
Somebody that can sleep with one eyo
and both ears open, and not afraid to
tackle anything. See?" Mcse Jackson
(tremulously)—l see, boss. I'll send
mall wife around."—Judge.