The Khalifa is said to have abau cloned a largo number of wives. There may vet bo some dispute over the as* sumption that ho was running away from the British. A Kansas man wants 820,009 dam ages because he was frightened by a train at a level crossing. He thought it was about to run him down, and it didn't. But he was hurt in his mind. One would fancy that he would have been glad that he was alive, and let it go at that. The German meteorologists are sometimes able to call the turn on the weather. One of them, Professor Budolf Talk, recently predicted a thunderstorm for Berlin which came at the appointed hour, the lightDiug striking churches. Tho old school Holienzoiieiiic ucuMhave burned him for a wizard. Science again aud again comc3 to the aid of the farmer. Professor Mer riam, of the Agricultural Department, is the latest benefactor in defining what he calls life and crop zones in which successful agricultural work may be assured. The farmer who has lost capital and vital spirit iu vain ef forts to make crops flourish in un suitable soil will appreciate the new aid. The first free school in the United States was opened in Boston April 13, IG3s—a period of only five years after the settlement of that town. Con necticut was the first of tho States to establish a common-school fund. This was done in 1795. New York followed in 1805, and Massachusetts in 1834, The Federal Government early showed interest iu the public schools, a na tional land ordinance of 1785 dedicat ing one thirty-sixth part of the west ern territory then in possession of the Government to common schools. It is to this rich provision that the efficiency of the schools in the West ern States is largely due. Whatever may be the reliability wbicb attaches to the figures of the celebrated English statistician, Mr. Michael G. Mulhall, there can be no controversy over the fact that they are full of practical interest. They cover almost every field of investigation and deal with almost every country on the globe. One of the latest subjects vhich this authority has taken up is that of illiteracy, and as the result of careful research iuto the matter ho has recently compiled data showing the degree of illiteracy which exists among different nationalities. At the head of the list he puts Sweden and Norway, with only two per cent, of illiteracy. Well at the bottom of the list he puts Russia. with eighty-five per cent, of illiteracy. Iu this classification the United States ranks sixth, with its il literacy put down at thirteen per cent. Th give the entire list of countries enumerated by the statistician, the or der is this: Sweden and Norway, two per cent.; Germany, four per cent.; Switzerland, five per cent.; Scotland, six per cent.; England, nine per cent.; United States, thirteen per cent.; Holland, fourteen per cent.; Frnnce, eighteen per cent.; Belgium, twenty per cent.; Ireland, twenty-six per cent.; Austria, forty-five per cent.; Italy, filty-three per cent.; Spain, seventy-two per cent., and Russia, eighty-five per cent. TUe typewriter's rapid progress iu tire lust few years seems almost in credible in view of its extremely slow development prior to twenty years ago. The idea of devising a machine that would record words appears to have been first conceived in 1714. In that year Henry Mill, of England, patented and produced a contrivance for the purpose of printing embossed letters for the blind, and, strangely enough, it is said that his invention had several characteristics iu common with our modern typewriters. Sev* enty years passed before the inven tion of another writing machine. This appeared in France. In 1829 a typewriter was patented by W. A. Burt, an American. In 1833 Franco was rgaiu in line with a queer-looking machine called the "ktypograph," which was designed to write music as well as words. Ten years later a resi dent of Worcester, Mass,, contrived a typewriter, the most objectionable fea ture of which was its slowness of operation. Next came the invention, in 1830, of O. T. Eddy, of Baltimore, whoso device was intricate and other wise unsatisfactory. From that time until the invention of John Pratt, of Alabama, iu 1860, four or five Ameri can patents were issued for similar machines, but none of then was of much practical value. Pratt's pat ent was closely followed by numerous others, from which the modern type writers have been evolved. Judging from the present activity of inventors, the machine's evolution is E.UII pro gressing at a lively rate. THE FELLER WIJH THE DRUM. He's a micrhty leetle follei is the feller witfc the drum, Hut there is u heap o' music in bis rat-ta-tat-ta-tum; En he's just ez big a hero ez a Dewey era Schley. Eu I wanter take my hat off when he goes a-marehiu' by. For his cheeks air red ez roses, en bis eyes air big en blue, Eu they fairly air u-sparkliu' with the joy that ripples through, Eu ez I watch him oouiin' it's ez plaiu ez plain kin be He's bright ez any jewel in the crown o' liberty— Fer his beariu'—set en watch him—he's a soldier thro' en thro', En the spirit's there in airnest in that leetle suit o' blue; En the leetle sword he carries that's a-gliutin' in the light 'Cording to his mind's a-flashiu' fer ol' freedom en the right. Then jist let him keep a-marchin', lot the music roll out fast, En kinder 9well with pride a bit ez be goes raarchin' past, Fer I 'low it's more'n likely in the days that air to come The country will bo turuln' to ttie feller with the drum. —Edward Singer, in tho Pittsburg Commercial. IA MUSIC TEACHER | W r. \ /*\ %\S*\7*\%\ _/V\ *\ ear I >r ' sci " a iy/f I aui going ffl away," said her uK H friend, Miss 4SfP town in which 1 they lived. "I have had nposi \ tiou offered me ,! W y/J /\ in a seminary. jr / K Now, this is / t I\ your chance. Take my class. I will recommend you to my scholars, and all you will have to do is to go around and arrange your hours, and you are in business. Don't you see?" But Priscilla evidently did not see. "Suppose they object to being taken," she said, doubtfully. "This is a serious matter with me, Emma. Whatever I try I must succeed nt, and, I am afraid the people hero have no confidence in me as a music teacher. I have never made any pretensions." "A fig for your pretensions!" ex claimed her friend, "l'ou never set yourself up as a great artist, it is true, and neither are you; but you have had excellent instructions, and are every bit as good a musician as I, and I flat ter myself I am a good teacher. It will be a good place for you, Priscilla; the people here all know you." Priscilla's uncle said the same. So Priscilla, who had just been left an orphan, and was looking around her wondering what a girl of twenty-one, who had been raised to do nothing, could do to earn a living, was glad the vexing question was settled so easily. There was one of her friends who did not encourage Priscilla in her un dertaking. This was a young farmer, Joe Jenkins. Her father before his death had made him executor of his estate, but owing to an unfortunate speculation the estate, when it came to be settled, consisted principally of debts. Joe was a high light against tho mezzo-tints of his surroundings. His hair was red. The natural brightness of his complexion was softened some what by a veil of freckles. His nose, which would have been high colored whatever his occupation, by constant exposure seemed to hnve become am bitious to vie with Plicobus in bril liancy. To add to these natural dis advantages, Joe, in tho presence of strangers, was uncomfortably conscious of his hands and feet, and his tongue, which at any time was an unruly mem ber, threatened to become entirely unmanageable. As a highly idealistic) friend de scribed Joe "Nature tried to see what an ex quisitely ridiculous piece of humanity she could make in Joe Jenkins, and, after she had laughed awhile at her own drollery, she was struck with re morse, aud, for recompense, gave him the heart of an angel." Priscilla had never had a lover, Joe excepted, and she never thought of him as a lover. One day as they sat looking over a bundle of papers they could make lit tle of except that there was nothing coming to Priscilla, Joe had looked into her black eyes with his quiet blue one, and said: "You dou't think you could marry me, could ye, Priscilly?" And Priscilla had ausweredas quiet ly: "No, I could not think of it, Joe." She had laughed about it, and cried, too, a little, in her room afterward, for she realized what a good, lioucst fellow he was; but his hands were so big, he was so awkward, and he would call her "Priscilly." No, sho could not think of it. So Joe went back to Maple Farm, and Priscilla one bright morning started to try her fortune as music teacher. The first house she called at was Joel Brcnham's. Uncle Joel, as he was called by everybody, was at work iu his garden. He welcomed Priscilla heartily. "Good-mornin', good-mornin', Priscilly. Did ye walk olar out hero in the sun to see us? Cnraliuy, she'll he powerful sorry she warn't at home. Come round here and see the Prary Queen yer father gave me; see, it's ail a-buddin' out. An'thegarden—never fer the time of year did I see things so forrard." And Uncle Joel regarded his small Sollectiou of geraniums with loving pride. Priscilla enjoyed his pleasure, but was obliged to cut it short by stat ing her errand. The pleased exprcsion vanished from the old man's face when she told him she had come out to got his little granddaughter for a music scholar. Finally he broke out with: "I wouldn't a-thought it o' ye, Pris cilly. I wouldn't a-thought it o' Pris cilly Wagner." "Why, Uncle Joel!" Priscilla ex claimed in surprise. "I mast earn my living in some way. I can teach tpusic better than anything else. Clara took ! of Miss Gibbon, did she not?" "I'm sorry to say she did, Pris cilly," said Uuele Joel, sadly. "I'm sorry to say she did. It's scales an' scales, an' nary bit of music at all. I tell ye they're humbugs—the hull out fit of 'em. An' I never would ha' thought it of ye, Priscilly. I never wonld ha' thought it of Priscilly Wag ner." The old man turned back to his gar den, refusing to he comforted. And as Priscilla walked down the street she could see he was still Bhaking his head, muttering: "I wouldn't ha' thought it of Pris cilly Wagner!" Priscilla next selected the name of one of the wealthiest men on her list. Sho rang the door-bell of a handsome residence, and stood waiting, with flushed cheeks aud beatiug heart. The door was opened by a small hoy who stood grinning, imjiertineutly up into her face. "Is Mr. Phelps at home?" inquired Priscilla. "Yon bet he is!" bellowed tho hoy. "Robbie, how can you treat tile lady so?" Priscilla heard the peevish voice of a lady call from within. "Go tell your pa that a lady wants to see him." Mr. Phelps was very affable. She could have Cora for a scholar, but Cora had delicate health and could not stand the strain of music aud school, too. She could take lessons until school commenced. "What time would you like to take your lesson?" Priscilla inquired of a cross-looking little girl. "I don't want to take it at ill," answored the charming child. "Why, Cora, how can you treat the lady so?" exclaimed Mrs. Phelps. But the admiring glance exohanged by the parents was not lost on Pris cilla. As she walked to the door to go she heard Cora, who was tugging at her father's coat, say: "Pa, pa, I dou't want to take of her," while Robbie encouragingly whispered: "You bet I wouldn't if I didn't want to, Code." Priscilla made no more visits that morning. She went back to her uncle's. Going upstairs to her room she sat down in front of her glass. Resting her elbows on the table before her, aud her chin iu her hands, she looked long and earnestly into her dry, black eyes, that looked as long aud earnestly back at her. "No, I could not think of it, Joe," she said, aloud. The mouth quivered, the eyes filled; with her hand she covered them from sight. "Oh! I wish I could! I wish I could!" Priscilla roso from giving Cora Phelps her second lesson, with a sigh of relief. The instrument had been . nccompauied throughout tho lesson by Robbie's beatiug a drum and blow ing a horn in the hall, much to his sister's intense enjoyment. During the lesson the door-bell rang, and Cora stood on the porch talking to one of her girl friends half an hour, while Mrs. Phelps called occasion ally: "Cora, don't yon know she's wait ing! How can you treat her so?" At last the lessen came to an end. "Here's your money," said Cora, holding out a quarter of a dollar. Priscilla looked at it, a little be wildered. "Why, you know I chargo fifty cents a lesson. I have given you two lessons." "No, yon haven't either, not two full lessous. Yon heard Miss Gib bon's lesson last time, and yon can't hear the one you gave to-day, for I am going to take of Miss Bangate, of Boston. Pa says it's only worth a quarter, aud it seemed like giving you that." Priscilla's black eyes flashed. She laid the money down ou the piano, and left the house without a word. "O Priscilla!" called Mrs. Vernnm, meeting her. "How are yon a-get tiu' along wilh your music class? Miss Streaker's got twelvo. She says it's shameful your a-settiu' yourself up as a music teacher; that all you ever learned you got of her sister. But Mrs. Bingham shet her right up. She said as much as your father had done for the town, the people ought to do something fer his daughter, aud they might as well give you the money in that way a3 any other; it might make you feel better to think you were a-earuin' of it. Miss Bangate's got twenty already. Have you seen her? She's a splendid musician." When Priscilla reached her aunt's she fonnd Joe Jenkins waiting to see her. His face was very red, and he was nervous and ill at ease. He came, he said, on a matter of business. There had been some money coming to Mr. Wagner, which had been paid unexpectedly. It was only a few hun dred dollars, but would Priscilla like to have him put it at interest fer her? It was a transparent falsehood, very clumsily told, and did not deceive Priseilla at a!!. She had not come to accepting money as a gift, and the of fer, kindly made as it was, added the last drop of bitterness to the day. Joe never forgot the look of reproach and shame on her face, a3 she burst into tears and ran from the room. The poor fellow drove back to Maple Farm, feeling as guilty and miserable as if lie had been caught in the act of the money, instead of trying to give it away. During the next six months Priseilla tried bravely to overcome people's prejudices. She knew she was as capable of teaching as Miss Bangate or Miss Streaker. She thought she would gain in time. Bnt as the mouths went by sho did not gain, but lost nearly all the scholars she had. Sht was almost penniless. Her uncle wat kind, but he was poor, and his very kindness seemed to make her dependence harder to bear. Poor Priseilla worried and worked until at last she ceased to care what people said. A lethargy she tried to fight seemed creeping over her; sho was worn out. One day, after being out, she made her way wearily back to the house, and found Joe Jenkins waiting to see her. He was shocked at the change in her, and they sat in silence for a little while, Priseilla too weak to speak. Joe not daring to trust his voice to do so. Finally, he got up and stood in front of her chair. "Priscilly," he said, "I would like to tell ye a story, if you think ye could bear it." His voice, so soft and gentle, as if ho were speaking to some little child he was afraid to startle, brought her weakness so forcibly upon her she could not answer, but with a quick sob covered her face with her hands. "There was once, Priscilly, a-livin' in the country a great, humbly boy, with red hair an' freckles, an' there was a wee, dainty baby girl from town, Priscilly, who used to come down into the country for to visit. That great, humbly boy used to tote her around in his arms, Priscilly, an' he loved her better thau he had ever loved any thing in all his life before. That boy, Priscilly, grow to be a great, humbly man, an' the baby girl grew to be a dainty little woman, an' he then wor shiped the very ground she trod on." For once in his life the great hands and feet, the red hair and freckles, are forgotten, and Joe himself, good, true, loyal Joe, looks down with piti ful eyes on the helpless little figure drooping so miserably before him. "But trouble came upon this dainty little woman that this humbly fellow loved. The world treated her rough, Priscilly. She was delicate and sensi tive, but for all he loved her, Priscilly, he could not help her, even by put ting out his hand. It nearly broke his heart, Priscilly, it nearly broke his heart." Oh! waiting heart! Oh! loving heart! so unworthy, Joe! "Priscilly," Joe went on, after a moment, "that great, humbly fellow was me, an' the dainty little woman, you. Now, this is what I want to say; must. say. Come to Maple Farm. Susy needs a sister; she's lonely since mother died. Come, Priscilly; I'll never speak no more of love. Your husband once you said I could not be. But I will work for my two sisters, Priscilly. You'll not deny me this. You can't deny the great, humble country boy you used to trust and love so slight a thing as this." He held her hands. She looked imploringly up at him through her tears, but could not utter a word. "Ye ain't offended, be ye, Pris cilly?" "Offendedl" she sobbed. "0, Joe! I am not worthy to kiss your feet. You good, kind angel, Joe!" "A red-haired angel, Priscilly?" he said weakly. For answer she laid her poor, pale cheek against his work-roughened hand. Mrs. Vernnm was an economical woman. lu her last interview with Priseilla Wagner she had conceived an idea. "Sho ought to be thankful to get such a chance," sho at last decided. She put on her bonnet and started to see rriscilla at once. Joe Jenkins answered her knock at the door. Pris eilla sat iu the shadow, but Mrs. Ver num's sharp eyes could see she had been crying. So much the better; nhe probably was iu the mood to accept her offer. So she went to business at once. "Priseilla, I have understoood—in fact, it is well understood—that you have had a hard tirae to get along. What the reason can bo I can't under stand, for we have as charitablo a set of people as I ever saw a placo con tain. I understand, too, that you are takin' your board offen your uncle, who has such a big family to support. It surprised me considerable. I have been n-thiukin' it over an' decided to givo you a helpin'hand. Mary thinks she likes music, an', as she's too shiftless to do anything else, I've about decided to make her a music teacher, au',. if you are willin' to come an' teach her, I'll turn off my girl, an' you can have her room offen the kitchen, an' help around the house fer your board. What do you say?" Before Priseilla could answer, Joe u'enkins, who had been growing very red and uneasy, spoke. His voice was quiet, but any one who was not color blind would have said he looked dan gerous. "I will answer fer Priscilly, mam, fer she is too tired, too weak, to an swer fer herself. Prisoilly can't ac cept your glorious offer, mam, on 'count of a previous engagement; an engagement with me. She's going to bccomo Mrs. Jenkins, mam, an' board hereafter at Maple Farm. But before we go there, mam, we'll take a little trip to get some flesh on her bones, an' some color back iu her pale cheeks. Maple Farm wouldn't have a twitter on the place that's half e poor; an' as fer a-makin' of your daughter a musio teacher, I'll answer that, too, fer Priscilly, ye see, is worn out. Ef your daughter," said Joe, his wrath risiug withiu him, "ef your daughter, mam, which I think is likely, main, n judgin' from her relative present, mam, has the cheek, mam, of a political of fice seeker, the hide, mam, of a rhin oceros, an' the capacity, mam, fer a swalleriu' stones, mam, of a geraf, why, hang me!" cried the glowing Joe, bringing his fist down on the table with a crash that set all the small ar ticles in the room dancing,and sent the nervous Mrs. Yernum out of her chair, "hang me! inako her a music teacher!" CONVINCING -HHE SPANIARDS. An English Diver Drought Prnor That lie Had Visited a Sunken Vessel. James Cassidy, in St. Nicholas, has an article about diving, entitled, "Un der the Sea." Mr. Cassidy says: Some of the experiences of the divers are well worth recording, as we soon discovered by a chat with one of them. "I don't know that I've anything particular to tell you," he begau, "nothing that you'd consider exciting; now, if I were Lambert, the famous British diver, I could tell you many stories of adventure under the water." A little coaxing, and we soon pre vailed upon the brave fellow to talk about the submarine life. "I take it," he said, "that pluck and luck help materially iu the mak ing of au efficient diver. Some time ago Mr. Lambert and I—Lambert was then Messrs. Siebe & Gormnn's chief diver—were sent out to survey a wreok supposed to contain a considerable amount of specie. Spanish divers—• brave fellows, and capital men at their art—had been trying before us, but declared that it was quite impossible to reach the hold of the wreck, or even her deok. 'lt's a sheer impossi bility,' they said. " 'Well, it may be,' said Lambert; 'but I mean to have a try, at all events, now that I've come so far;' and so, dressing, he went down. Forty min utes expired, and then camo the sig nal, 'Haul up,' and he was brought to the surface. " 'lt's all right,' he declared; 'the gold is there; but there'll be Borne difficulty in recovering it.' "Meantime the Spaniards were talk ing together rapidly, and one of our engineers heard their discourse. 'Do you know what they are saying?' he asked. 'lt is that Lambert never reached the wreck at all—that he is only pretending to have done so.' " 'Oho!' exclaimed Lambert, 'so that's their idea, is it? Well, we'll Boon correct that.' And in spite of ontreaties to the contrary, and the fact that ho had been forty minutes under water at an unusual depth, he put on again his diving apparatus, and made a second descent, the Spaniards look ing on in amazement. "Forcing his way to the steward's pantry, he took from a rack a tea-cloth marked with the name of the ship, and, pushing it into his belt, gave the signal, 'Haul up!' I was keenly watching, and espied the cloth in his belt. Seizing it, I waved it around my head; and the Spaniards, under standing in a moment what had beeu done, cheered and applauded lustily, subsequently thronging around Lam bert and begging a thousand pardons of the brave fellow for their former skepticism. And so belief in English pluck was confirmed." Met by Chance. The duplication of names oftentimes brings about some strange incidents. One day recently Ole Jonsou, of this oity, was at one of the depots awaiting a tram, relates the Big llapids Bulle tiu. At least one other—a stranger— was there on a like errand. The two scraped acquaintance and chatted away for half an hour. By and by the flrst one herein mentioned asked his acquaintance his name. "Ole Jouson," was the prompt reply. The two compared notes—they were in no way related, though of the same name. Then 010 No. 1 told him he had but recently taken out of the Postoflice a letter which must be for Ole No. 2 that ho had read enough of it to know it was not for him and handed it back. Ole No. 2 said he knew from what No. 1 had said that it was for him, and he at oiice went to the Postoflice and claimed the letter. Sure enough, it was for him, as he told the clerks, aud was a tickled man to receive it. He said he had not the remotest idea of calling at the office, as he had no rea son to believe his peoplo would write him at this address. It was a chance letter mailed almost by a guess as to address and reached the right person by means of a chance acquaintance made with a stranger. -Vadae Adair's Funny Mule. Judge Adair has a little black bank mule that ought to be with a circus. He has plenty of brains aud is mis chievous. He found a farmer's sack of corn in a wagon, untied it, caught the other end aud shook the corn out and had a feast. A hog grabbed an ear, but was sorry after being run all over town for it. Tho mule used to jump out of the bank stable window, open the door and let all the other mules out, then eat their corn. When ho gets whipped by a negro he never fails later to kick the right negro.— Hawesville (Ky.) Clarion. lie Had Doubts. An Irish hostler was sent to the stable to bring forth a traveler's horse. Not knowing which of the two strange horses in the stalls belonged to the traveler, and wishing to avoid the appearance of ignorance iu his business, he saddled both animals and brought them to the door. The trav eler pointed out his own horse, say ing: "That's my nag." "Certainly, yer honor; I know that; but I didn't know which one of them was. the other gentleman's." """"" v Second Growth Clover. Almost always the second crop of clover is pinched by drought, aud this is probably best for the production of a good crop of seed. This year, how ever, the rains, sicoe the first crop was cut, have been generally abundant, securing a larger growth of rowen hay, but a smaller seeding. It is pos sible that because of these rains the second growth clover may not be quite up to its usual standard iu quality, as the rain makes usually a watery growth of all vegetation. But clover growing after midsummer dries out rain fall very rapidly, and as there is always more plant food in tho soil after mid summer, it is likely that the second growth clover will be nearly or quite as good as usual, besides being a larger crop. Second growth clover is always the choicest hay for sheen, lambs or calves. Grafling Olil Orchards. When good, healthy apple trees are not producing fruit it is frequently cheaper to graft them than to plant young trees,with the nddod advantage of obtaining fruit much sooner. The best plan is to cut out a few of the healthy, upright limbs aud graft them, taking a few more the next season and the balance tho third season. This avoids any possibility of weakening tho vitality of the tree, which would be done if all the limbs were cut for grafting at the same time. The varie ties selected for grafting should de pend on the locality, the stock to be grafted and the markets. It would not bo difficult, however, to make a proper selection with care. While grafting should be done in the spring, it is n good time now to go over the orchard, marking the unprofitable trees as well as the limbs to be grafted the first season. Marketing Winter Vegetables. Winter vegetables, under which head ing may be included celery, will bring higher prices if stored for a while than wheu sold off as soon as gathered. With celery there is little use for the cold storage houses unless one is in the business on an extensive scale, for with proper attention to storing iu the pit where celery is blanched and ex- Va protection during very cold weath er, the plants may be allowed to re nain the best part of tho winter, re noving them as wanted for sale. A 'egatable storage house may be reali ty constructed on many farms where an excavation can be made in a side hill. The only expense besides labor will be the little lumber required for )he front of such a cellar. Any collar under a house that is frost proof aud not too warm may be utilized for stor ing vegetables, and with a little care they may be easily kept for several months, to be sold at a price that will pay well for the trouble in oaring for them. A Wooden Culvert. Where culverts umler roadways are made of stone, laid up without lement, a3 they usually are, they are apt to be short-lived, the action of the frost, witn the pressure from above, pressing the stones together, and DEVICE ror. AN- r CIS DBAIS*. down into the soil. Both results cause a cloggiug of the culvert. The cut shows a form that is made of cedar boards and joist, that is not only easily made, lint will last for mauy years, aud wi.l keep an open drain as long as it ! ists. Having the boards run "up aid down" gives great strength to hold up the weight of the earth nbove. Where water is constantly flowing through such a culvert, the upper end should be cov ered with wire netting to keep out any rubbish the water may bring dowu, thus preventing any chance for clog giug tho culvert.—New York Tribune. Feeding By-l'roriuct. f the Dairy. Uuder the direction of F. B. Lin field the Utah Experiment Station has been carrying on some experiments in feeding calves the by-products of the dairy. The summary of the bulletin, which gives the record of these experiments, follows: 1. Calves may be raised very profit ably on skim milk when it is jjroperly fed. 2. From the standpoint of gain in live weight and quality of meat, whole mill: is the best food for calves, but it makes too expensive a ration to be profitably fed. Butter fat has been worth sixteen cents per pound. The gain in live weight of these calves at four cents per pound returns hut 10.7 cents per pound; for the butter fat fed at three cents per pound the gain is but eight cents per pound. 8. The calves whose rations wore composed largely of skim milk, while they gained one-half pound less per day yet required practically the same amount of dry matter to each pound of gain us did those fed on whole milk they made just as good use of the food. 4. The calves fed whole milk sloue gave a greater proportion of dressed meat to live weight than did those fed on skim milk, and also gave more fat on the carcass. 5. Young calves, up to three and one-half months of age, required less milk and less dry matter to each pound of gain than did the hogs. When the calves were five and six months old, however, more dry matter was required, but at least ha'i of it was hay. 6. When fed to calves, fully as large financial returns were obtained for the skim milk as when fed to hogs. With the gain in live weight at four cents per pound, the calves returned twenty-two cents per hundred pounds for the skim milk and the hogsjtwenty two and eight-tenths cents. If the gain in live weight was worth three cents per pound, the calves would re turn five cents per 100 pounds more for the milk than would tho hogs.— Farm, Field and Fireside. Preventing Swine Dlgea.ert. The only true and sensible way to prevent hog cholera aud other swine diseases is to treat the animals as clean, healthy, meat-producing creatures, aud not as filthy vermin. It is strange that we ever got into the habit of treat ing the hog in such a slovenly man ner. We know now that most con tagions diseases are bred on filth. That is why we have had hog cholera in this country. Tho old-fashioned way was to let tho hog wallow in a nar row pen in itsowu filth, and then with out giving it room for exercise feed it heat-producing food. The fact is the swiue prefer clean pens or lots to dirty ones, and they like, to wallow in good, clean soil in preference to their own filth. This is a'method of cleaning themselves. Give the swine more room, clean out its pen regularly, and let it have clean earth to wallow in, and it will be the clean est looking auimal on the farm. Then give it pure, clean water instead of dirty water. The animals prefer clean water every timo, and will drink it when they won't touch the dirty mess found in so many pigpens. Mud should not be allowed to accumulate in the pens, and then they won't get their feeding and their own backs covered with it. Finally give them some variety in their food, as you give to the cows, horses, sheep and chickens. As to diseases—they won't have them if these simple hy gienic rules are followed. That is all that's necessary to prevent swine dis eases that so many dread.—American Cultivator. Winter Flowering Ilulbg. To make sure of blossoms for holi day decoration they should be potted early iu October. Bulbs may be suc cessfully grown iu either soil or water, and for some varieties, as hyacinths and narcissus, the latter method is no more difficult or uncertain than the former, but bulbs which have bloomed iu water are so far exhausted that they are not worth saving, while potted ones can be ripened off aud planted in the open ground when spring comes. Bulbs will thrive in any good potting soil that is not heavy enough to be come sodden and sour. With good drainage they do equally as well in boxes as pots, and in groups as singly. No doubt there are women who could bring them to perfection in old tiu cans. Certainly one of the hand somest window boxes imaginable was a wire one lined with moss and filled with yellow and white tulips, hya cinths and crocuses grown in old tin cans with holes made in the bottom for drainage. The spaces between the cans were also filled in with moss, and as it was in a cool dining room there was no difficulty in keeping up a mccession of blossoms from the middle of January to the first of March. What bulbs must have to make them flourish is plenty of fresh air and light, and a temperature of from forty to fifty degrees for half of every twen ty-four hours. By keeping them in a hall or other rocm with comparatively low temperature nights, they will do fairly well in an overheated room dur ing the day if given plenty of water and light, but to bring bulbs to per fection, and keep them there as long as possible, the room should never be over sixty-eight degrees. In planting bulbs press the soil down very firmly around them, letting the top of the bulb remain above it, water thoroughly and set the pots on the floor in the dnrkest and coolfest corner of the cellar and let them re* main for live or more weeks. If the cellar is strongly lighted, cover the pots with a piece of old carpet. Ex amine occasionally, and if the soil is not moist water thoroughly. By this treatment the bulb 3 make a strong growth of root while the top starts very little. By bringing a few pots at a time into a warm, lighted roour. something of a succession of blossom* can be kept up, but to extend it over a month or more the bulbs must be planted at intervals of about two weeks' time. Give plenty of oun shine, and sprinkle the leaver and buds often with tepid water, but never when the sun is shining on them.— American Agriculturist. Cuban Dessert*. Tlie desserts in Cuba are extremely varied. Pastry is not so extensively used as with Americans, but, as it is the country of fruit ami sugar, the variety of sweetmeats, preserves and candied fruits is infinite.
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