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TOUJOURS LE MEME. fi
J*utaway the swaying hammock,
Minnie will not need it more
She's adjourned to the front parlor^
Wliere she's often sat before,
And beside her on the sofa,
All young folks knowjust how,
Sits her Charho, qui to contented
What's the good ot hammocks now?
For the month is now October,
And the mjjhts are growing chill,
And indoors is more ileasan
When young iolks are sitting still.
So the hummock is discarded,
Like an old and wornout game
But the young folks in the pailor
Wellthey get there just tho same.
HOW LIZ WAS MADEA LADY
BY EDWIN WEBB.
About as desolate a country imagin
able is that which borders on Mill
creek Hollow in the state of Pennsyl
vania^ The creek which 'used to
roar and foam down the highlands is
usually dry now except in the spring
ot the year, or after some protracted
Some years ago Mr. Dunglinson of
Philadelphia was called to this region
on business. He was driving through
the hills one summer day and when
in one of the most tangled and pre
cipitous parts of the route he observ
ed the approach of nightfall and look
ed anxiously ahead for the tavern
which an old man, a full hour before,
had said was up the road a little
When he approached he was over
joyed to see a board swinging over the
door with the A\ords "Simpson's
Hotel" painted thereon in large black
letters. Hezekiah Simpson, the pro
prietor of the "Half-Way house," as
his hotel was sometimes called, did
not present the outward indications
by whu a landlord is usually known
namely, a big red ice, large, plump,
fluffy hands, a portly figure and a
massne gold watch-chain hanging
from his vest. On the contrary. Mr.
Simpson was a thin, -weazen-faced in
dividual, with hair once red but now
sprinkled with gray, and hands hard
and grimy from toil.
Mr. Dunglinson surveyed with a
critical eye the interior of the queer
habitation and was much impressed
by the neatness and order which pre
vailed. Simpson took pains to tell
him, as he had done every stranger
who set foot inside his threshold, that
his daughter Liz was a "remarkable
girl and the best housekeeper that
ever lived The latter statement Mr.
Dunglinson was ready to accept, par
tially on the supporting evidence of
When Liz brought up the supper he
was fully satisfied that Landlord
Simpson had good yeson to be proud
of his daughter.
Mr. Dunglinson wandered out, and
finding a comfortable seat, remained
for an hour or so, deeply wrapped in
thought. The road iay at his back
but a few steps away and he heard
some one approaching from the direc
tion of the hotel.
He glanced through the trees and
saw two personsa boy and girland
they seemed to be talking earnestly.
When directly back of him they halt
"But the city is an awful big place,
Jim," he heard Liz say.
"Yes, Liz, I suppose it's as big as a
dozen places like Millcreek, but that's
why I want to go there. I want to go
where there is file, where one can see
people and hn\e a paying job the
whole year through. Up here there is
nothing but stumps and I've seen
them until my eyes ache. I'll go to
Philadelphia, get work and in a few
years I'll send for you and we 11 get
married and lire there."
Mr. Dunglinson saw quite plainly
the boy's enger face in the moonlight,
and when they finally passed on, still
planning and building golden castles,
he sighed to think of hopes so liable
to remain unfulfilled After musing
for some tune, he re-entered the house
and dismissed the event from his
Several weeks later as he sat in his
private oihce, one afternoon, sur
rounded with papers, there came a
timid knock at his door and in
response to his call, "Come in," the
door opened and admitted a young
"Well, my boy, what can I do for
you?" said Mr. Dunglinson kindly.
"I'have come to see ifwou cannot
give me some work in the -office," said
Mr. .Dunglinson was scrutinizing
him /carefully and he thought he de
tected'a resemblance in*his tanned,
weather-beaten face to some one he
had come in contact with previously.
"I am afraid, my boy," said he,
"that we are full at present,'but you
miay fill one of these applications,"
and he handed him a printed form.
Theboy sat down at a desk and did
so. Mr. Dunglinson glanced at it and
read the address. "James Haines,
Millcreek, Pa., and then he remember
ed that this was the Jim who vwas to
.make Liz a lady some day. His heart
warmed toward the lad, .and, rising
She stepped-out of the offioe "for ome
aninutes. When he returned he rsaid:
'^1 guess, Mr. Haines, that we can
give you something for tlhe (present as
they need a man to assist ithe ifoook
So Jim after a long weary search
lor wiork had at last found a plaoe
and ilihtle did he know the reason.
He wrote a letter to Liz, recounting
hi good fortune and the next morn
ing went to work with a will to over
come all obstacles. He proved re
markaibly apt and was very am bit i
ous. As time passed he was promot
ed from place to place until finally he
occupied a position of considerable
Mr. Dunglinson went into the firm
soon after engaging Jim and his form
_er position as superintendent was
filled by a Mr. Jiggs.
Several years had elapsed when one
4ay Mr. Jiggs announced bis intention
of going into business for himself in
some western city, and it therefore
developed upon the firm to seek a
The partners held a long consulta
tion as to who was the available
man. "Mr. Haines has proved him
self competent," said Mr. Dunglinson,
and the others seemed to be of the
Mr. Dunglinson succeeded in having
a long talk with Jim, or rather Mr.
Haines, as he was always now called,
but he did not hint at the new open
ing. He was surprised that Mr.
Haines did not respond more freely to
questions about his old home.
"I suppose," said Mr. Dunglinson,
with a smile, "that you will be send
ing back to Millcreek one of these days
for a wife to cheer your lonely hours?"
"Well, hardly, Mr. Dunglinson,"
said Haines. 'The truth is a boy gets
his mind full of impractical ideas. I
confess that 1 once had some such
notion but have dismissed it as a
bit of boyish sentimentality. I have
no desire to marry unless it is to
some one who can appreciate my life
as it is now."
"Don't you think that Liz could ap
preciate and accord with city ways,
Mr. Haines?" said Mr. Dunglinson,
suddenly looking up.
"Liz?" said Haines. "How did you
ever learn of her? Has she been writ
"No," said Mr. Dunglinson, "but I
know that you once promised to
make her a lady and that now you
intend to repudiate that promise.
Are you to blame for the change of
circumstances or is Liz?"said he, look
ing his clerk straight in the eye.
"II suppose that I am to blame,"
said Haines, hesitatingly. "She is a
good girl but knows nothing of city
life, and on the whole would not be
happy here besides, it would be some
years before I could fulfill my-promise
satisfactorily, as I only have a nest
egg at present."
"If you were promoted to five
thousand a I presume you
said Mr Dunglinsoncould
"Why, yes, such a case it would
be possible," he stammered
"Well," said Mr. Dunglinson, "Jiggs
is going to leave us and we shall have
to engage a new superintendent. We
need a man who never flinches from
dutya man who remembers his
promisesand while you have the
mental capability. I am afraid, Mr.
Haines, that there is a moral defect
somewhere. Your business integrity
I do not doubt for a moment, but
speaking to you as a friend, there are
many obligations outside of business
that place us under equal responsibil
ities. In regard to the promotion I
shall speak to you again shortly."
"Perhaps I've done wrong," mur
mured Haines, "Liz was a very good
girl and she loved me trulyperhaps
I've done wrong." Heturned and left
A week later he took a leave of
absence. When he returned he entered
Mr. Duglinson's room. "Mr. Dun
glinson," said he, "give Jiggs' place to
some one else. I cannot make Liz ai
lady, for she has always been one,,
but she is my wife, and the reward is!
greater than $5,000 a year. Give Mr. i
Seeger the place he understands the
business thoroughly, and Liz and I
have concluded that we can live very
comfortablyon our present income."
"We'll see about it said Mr: Dun
glinson, "but let me congratulate
you," and he shook Haines warmly
by the hand.
Some weeks later Haynes agreed to,
accept legs' place on condition that'
Mr. Dunglinson should believe that
mercenary motives had been entirely'
snowed under by the recurrence of |his
old love for Liz, and then for the first
time, Jim learned how it happened
that he obtained his first position.
ANOTHER STORY OF LINCOLN.
How Ho Thrashed a Bully In True
"I had the distinguished honor to
be the companion of Abraham
Lincoln in one of his flatboating expe
ditions," said David G. Stephens, one
oi the pioneers of Illinois, who has
been spending a few days at the Lac-,
lede. "Furthermore, the great martyr
President became my champion andj i
thrashed a man on my account, and
.thrashed him good. I was a boy of
fifteen, rather delicate, and my father,,
who loved Lincoln as a son, sent mei
on a trip with him hoping that rough
ing it would improve my health. We
had tied up one night at a small land
ing where there was a tavern.
"A fellow wiho called himself the
'bull of the woods,' and who had sev
eral snifters of .corn juice under his
belt, came aboard looking for I
trouble. Lincoln was lying down
asleep on the soft side of a
ipine plank, withon brawny arm for
a pillow. I was washing out a hick
or shirt, and the intruder attempted
to souse my head into the bucket of
"Lincoln awoke and told him to let
me alone. He paid no attention to
the awkward, long legged sleeper, but,
picked up the (pail and jammed it
down over my head, almost drowning
me. When I got the soapsuds out of
my eyes suflioiea% to see, Lincoln
had him by the -collar, was holding
him-ao that his toes^ust touched the1
deck, and was planting terrific kicks'
under his coat tdufts with his No. 11
cow-bide boot. I wisiited Lincoln at
the White House shortly after the
outbreak of the war. He presented
me with a captain's commission, re
marking, 'The bull of the woods has'
broke Joose again.' "Pittsburg
Couldn't Understand ft.
Little Boy"Why mayn't I go to
the concert with you and papa?"
Mamma"It's classic music, and
you couldn't understand it."
Little Boy-**What kind of muaic is
Mamma"Well, Si's German Emt-
Little Boy"Oh!" V-.Vr I
MATTERS IN WHICH THEY WILL
Jim's Danger Signal"The Charge
.oflthe Light BrIgade"-.-The Prize
Fighters at HomeInter-
esting Facts About
'Jim's Danger Signal.
A TRUE STORY.
Little Jim had a baby brother, and
it must be admitted that although
both mother and father called baby
a blessing, Jim could not, or would
not, recognize the fact and appreciate
him. One evening, atter a long and
tiresome day with the baby, who
would pull Jim's precious playthings
to pieces, the little boy came to his
father's knee and sighed deeply.
"What's the trouble, Jim? Baby
been teasing you?" asked father, look
ing down at the frowning face.
"Papa, can you spell 'danger?"
asked Jim, disregarding the question.
"What kind of danger, my boy?',*
"Real, 'fraid danger, the kind you
see on signs when the engine is com-
"Oh! You mean 'Look out for the
locomotive,' or, 'Danger the dog is
loose.' That's what you mean,"
laughed papa. But Jim was very
"How do you spell it?" he asked.
Papa spelled it, and Jim went off.
He was seven and could just print let
ters, but did not know how to read.
The next morning, when mamma
went into the nursery, she found El
len, the baby's nurbe, washing out a
stain in one of baby's dresses. "He
do be crazy, ma'am, for to play with
Master Jim's things, and he spilled
some sticky stuff on his dress yester
terday from a bottle he found in
Master Jim's room," said Ellen.
"You |should be more careful, El
len *hej| might take the ink, or
anything else, you Know," said mam
"I watch him all the time, ma'am
but he ran back the minute I took off
his dress, and when I went after him
there he was again, trying to reach
the bottle. He's that persistent."
"It must have been Jim's mucilage,
that he uses to stick pictures in his
scrap-book. Poor Jim! It is too
bad all his things are meddled with."
Then mamma walked into the ad
joining room, which was Jim's. Pres
ently she called nurse, and then they
both laughed as if they never would
stop. On Jim's bureau stood the bot
tle of museilage, and beside it stpod a
bit of cardboard, labelled in great
Before it, standing with great open
eyes, was Baby in grave contempla
"Well, my darling, can you read the
sign?" laughed mamma "your broth
er Jim had to ask how to spell it be
fore he wrote it, and now he expects
you to read it and beware.
But Baby only trotted gravely to
ward mamma, and, holding up his lit
tle arms, said, "Up, up!" As mamma
carried him out of Jim's room he look
ed over her shoulder, Jriveting his eyes
on the bottle of mucilage and the
Do you think baby understood? I
am sure he must have, for he never
bothered Jim's bottle of mucilage
again. This is a true story.
"The Charge of the Light Brigade."
"The charge of the Light Brigade,"
is not by any means the best of the
late Late Lord Tennyson's 'poems,
but it is perhaps the best known. A
correspondent now traveling in Rus
sia recently met and talked with a
steward, Ivan Ivanovitch, who went
through the Crimean war, and was
wounded at Balaclava when th fa
mous charge occurred. The Ri an
steward said of it:
"We were sorry for them, they Avere
such fine fellows and had such splen
did horses. It was the maddest thing
that was ever done. They broke
through our lines, took our artillery,
and then, instead of capturing our
guna and making off with them, they
went for us. I had been in charge
of the Heavy Brigade in the morning,
and was slightly wounded. We had
unsaddled, and were wry tirei.
Suddenly we were told, "1 he English
are coming.' My Colonel was very
angry, and ordered his men to give
no quarter. I was lying at some dis
tance with my wound bandaged when
I saw them coming. Itoey came on
magnificently. We thought they were
drunk from the way they held their
lances. Instead of holding them un
der their armpits they waved them in
the air, and of course they were easier
to guard against like that. The men
were mad, sir. They never seemed to
think of the tremendous odds against
them, or of the frightful carnage that
had taken place in their ranks in the
course of that long and desperate ride.
They dashed in among us, shouting,
cheering, and cursing. I never saw
anything like it. They seemed perfect
ly irresistible, and our fellows were
The Prize Fighters at Home.
Any enterprizing boy may have a
Corbett and Sullivan miniature prize
fight. In this case the two illustrious
gentlemen are made of clothespins
with cardboard arms and legs and
manipulated with a string, as suggest
ed by the illustration. They perform
curious and amusing antics, such as
their illustrious prototypes never
To manufacture these gentlemen,
cut the clothespin half in two and
after cutting out the cardboard legs
and arms after the pattern in the
picture fasten the members loosely to
the wooden bodies with pins. The
arms connect the combatants and a
string through the middle of the arms
completes the marionettes. Pull the
string gently and watch the result.
A fakir sold this ingenious toy on
the street last week. He had a crowd
of admiring juvenile spectators about
him constantly. Ho voiced the
SULLIVA N AND CORBETT SHAKE HAND..
acrobatic performances in eloquent
tones calculated to attract attention,
in this wise:
"De Sullivan and Corbett prize
fighters, only fi* c'ts each. You can
have more fun out of this toy in ten
minutes den you can out of any odder
in a week. They never gits tired fight
ing, and they never gits knocked out."
Here he illustrates. "Now the great
Corbett and Sullivan will shake hands
TIME AND WIND UP.
Now dentime and wind up"here a
vigorous manipulation of the string
produces an active encounter.
Ingenious boys may make this
interesting toy with little or no
When Forks Came In.
It was about the year 1600 and in
the reign of James I, when folks were
first introduced into England. This
"piece of refinement." we are told,
was derived from the Italians. In a
curious book of travels, published
in the year 1611, the writer says:
"I observed a custom in all those
Italian cities and towns through
which I passed that is not used in
any other country that I saw in my
travels. Neither do I think that any
other nation in Christendome doth
use it but only Italy. The Italians,
and also most strangers that are
commorant it Italy, do alwais at
their meales use a little forke when
they cut their meate. For while with
their knife, which they holdjn one hand,
they cut the meate out of the dish,
they fasten their forke, which they
holp in the other hand, upon the
same dish. This forme of teeding is
generally in use in all Italy, their
forkes being for the most part made
of yron or steel, and some of silver,
out those are only used by gentle-
men." Before the revolution in
France it was customary, when a
gentleman had been invited out to din
ner, to send his servant advance
with his knife, fork and spoon. If he
had no servant he carried them with
him in his pocket. Some of the
peasantry in certain parts of Ger
many and Switzerland to-day carry
a case in their pockets containing a
knife, fork and spoon.
Interesting Facts About Lightning
It is estimated by a competent
authority that one's chances of being
struck by lightning in a storm are as
one to ten thousand. This ought toi
be a comfortable thing to those who
dwell in electric storm centres. This
same authority gives a list of objects
and places to be avoided in thunder
storms, which comprises trees, masts,
hign poles, lofty buildings, spires, and
steeples, water, stove-pipes, bell wires,
iron fences, crowds of people, dioves
of cattle or other animals, umbrellas,
walking-sticks and metal ornaments
worn upon the body. The conclusion
to be drawn from this is that the best
thing to do in an electric storm is to
put on your bathing suit and go out
and sit a vacant lot, though how
one can even then avoid water in a
storm it is difficult to see. There is
comfort in the thought, however, that
nine persons out of ten whoarestruck
by lightning are never aware of the
Between Two Dangers.
Freddie Grav and his Aunt Helen,
who was visiting the Grays at their
summer home, were one day crossing
a pasture together. When they were
half way across, the lady noticed two
oxen and paused doubtfully.
"I don't know about going past
those oxen, Freddie," she said.
Freddie tightened his hold on her
"Don't be afraid of them, Aunt
Helen," he said. "They won't hurt
us. The first time I came down here
I was afraid of them. I didn't dare
go behind them. And I didn't dare
go in front of them. And I didn't
want to go back and never go through
the pasture at all. So I thought of
a way to get by," and the three year
old sage looked brightly up into
Aunt Helen's face. "I just crawled
Ambitious to Rise,
Mrs. Molyneux. "Why are you ai
ways so naughty, Courtney?"
Courtney. "Because papa says
that little boys who are so very, very
good never amount to anything. And
I'm going to amount to something,
I have to be naughty all the time/'
TOPICS OF INTEREST TO THE
The Practical Farm CowShallow
Culture for CornA Novel Way
of DehorningLarge Flocks
The Practical Farm Cow.
It is all very welt for the fancy farm
er, who makes his money in some oth
er, calling to keep fancy cows. He can
afford the extravagant care and lux
urious feeding required to keep them
going. But the average farmer has no
money to spare on fancies. What he
wants is a profit on his investment.
Hence it is that the extraordinary
reports of the products of this or that
fancy cow make little impression on
his mind. He knows that he can't af
ford to maintain a cow on the ration
required to secure such results, and to
he settles back on what he has, and
tries to do the best he can with the
common cattle to which he is accus
This, however, is a mistake. It is
true he cannot support fancy cattle
but neither can he afford to support
cows that do not yield a fair return
for their keep. It is just as extrava
gant to keep a cow that nets a loss
every year through the poverty and
scautiness of her milk product, as to
maintain one whose extravagant ra
tion more than balances the richness
and quantity of her milk.
But there is a "golden mean." Be
tween these extremes stands the fine
thoroughbred or grade that on a good
but not extravagant ration yields a
large product of rich milk, and whose
butter product is of the best duality
and goes far to the right side* of the
line between profit and loss.
A lively battle is raging between the
advocates of the various breeds of
blooded cattle as to wbkh is the best.
The cumbrously named Holstein
Friesian lifts up his voice in praise of
his ponderous cattle, and the little
Jersey's spokesman is equally vocif
erous in sounding forth the superior
excellences of his favorite breed. The
handsome Devon-hire, the medium
sized, motherly Guernsey, the Polled
Angus, the black Kerry from the
"ould sod," and even the beef-making
short-horn, which may also be bred
into a milker, all have their boomers,
who claim some peculiar advantage
which the others haven't got.
This is rather bewildering, to be
sure. But the truth is, a good
specimen of any pure breed or grade,
properly cared for, will do better
service than a common cow, both in
the milk pail and the churn. The
farmer's aim should be to get away
from the idea that a cow is a cow, no
matter what she yields, and that it is
impracticable to attempt securing
anything better than the common
There can be no doubt that a good
average Jersey cowand it must be
remembered that Jerseys vary in
quality like other breedscared for
as well as any good animal should be,
will yield a good deal more money
than any common cow. For this
reason she is a more practical farm
cow than the common kind. The
same is true of the Guernsey, or any
other of the approved milk breeds.
The practical farm cow is the one
that returns her keep and a neat
profit into her owner's pockets. Com
paratively few common cows do this
many pure bred or grade cows do.
How Much Machinery.
The amount of machinery that the
average farmer can afford to own and
use, depends largely upon the care
taken of it, says a writer in the Farm,
Field and Stockman.
If allowed to lay out, exposed to all
kinds of weather, to rust and decay
generally, the less capital he has in
vested the better. But if they are
properly cared for, so that he can be
able to get full service from them, it
will be generally a good investment
to own a full outfit, such as is neces
sary to do the work economically and
Justthe exact machines that should
be purchased will 'depend upon the
line of Tarming that is being carried
on, as well as the kind of character of
the soil to be managed. Generally, it
is a safe investment to purchase any
implement that will in a reasonably
short time pay its cost in the saving
ot time and labor. With all crops it
is an important item to get all of the
work done in good season, and one of
the principal advantages in having a
good outfit of machinery is that the
work can all be done to a better ad
vantage. But in order to derive the
largest amount of benefit, it is very
necessary to give good care, so that all
of the service possible can be derived.
Then it is very important in selecting
machinery to get that which is adapt
ed to the kind of work required.
Machinery is sometimes like stock.
If it excels one particular, it will
often fail to a more or less extent in
others, and it is hardly to be expect
ed that an implement any mbre than
an animal will be best for a number of
purposes, and as with stock, it is not
best to expect too much.
It iB not good economy to purchase
an implement that cannot be made
profitable for while it may not cost
anything to feed and care for it, there
is the loss in the money invested
which must decay or become obsolete
and totally valueless. Some go to
an extreme and buy too much, while
others fail in using as much machinery
as could really be made profitable
But great care must be taken and
every advantage begiven to get all ot
the benefit possible so that they can
be made profitable, and whenever an
implement cannot be used sufficiently
to be profitable, the sooner it is dis
posed of the better, as it is not good
economy to keep unprofitable imfdo*
Shallow Culture for Corn.
"Why do farmers pay so littJe a*-r
tention to the reports of our Agrienl
tural Experiment Stations?" is a^
question I am prompted to ask i
consequence of my experience of no
year in farming, and my observation
for several years, of farm methods in
my vicinity, says awriterintbeFanav
Field and Stockman.
In selecting tools for the cultivatimaJ
of my first crop of corn last spring, I
procured a Sattley spring-tooth colti
vator and proceeded to cultivate xny
corn one and one-half to two inches
deep, leaving the ground on "laying
by" the crop, nearly level. Now there
is nothing new about this method toa
majority of your readers, since it S
the method advised by all scientific
experimenters in corn culture so far
as I know however I was laughed *fc.
by my neighbors, one of
fering to loan me a plow, anotber
tendering me a few loads of corn*
to tide me over the season and
the work of my "seed tiek killer,
"scratching machine" as thevcaBedl
it. Not one of them had ever tried
any other than the old method, al
though they were perfectly familiar
witb reports of experiment statiorav
but were of the opinion that "thon^
fellows don't know how toraiseeoro/
The fact is, corn in our soils, es
pecially where tolerably nev, will
stand considerable abuse and still
make a fair crop, in any ordinary
season, but from my own experience^
I am convinced that the yield may be
greatly increased in any eeasoa, h$
shallow, level culture:
A Novel Way of Dehorning
A correspondent of the Ohio Farm
er strongly favors dehorning, hot he
follows a different plan of otbea-s i
reaching that result. His method is
certainly unique, and he describes i
as follows, the subject of the opera
tion being a Jersey bull:
"I put on him a muzzle, such as are
used to keep horses from biting, or
eating their bedding covesed the low
er part of it with cotton flannel, TrhwM.
I kept wet with chloroform. In aboat
10 or 15 minutes the bull concluded
to lie down and take a nap. While
under the influence of the ansetbetiev
to such a degree that I could tou&
the eyeball without his flinching. I
sawed off his horns, dressed ibe
stumps with antiseptic cotton, took
oft the muzzle, and put a Ting in 3a5i?
nose, ail of which was done in 3&
minutes from the time I entered the
stable, and that, too, without asy
suffering. The bull soon got op min
us his horns, with a jewel in his oosey
and will probably never know how ifc
occurred. It cost the price of thre
ounces of chloroform, but I did aaofc
have any tied legs, or men sitting on &
handspike. 'A merciful man is merci
ful to his beast.'"
Chickens can be profitably raised on
a large scale, says a writer, but it re
quires different arrangements asd
very much more care in their mao
agements as regards food, exercise
and sanitary conditions. In fact ifc
must be made a specialty, and xe
ceive the chief attention of one per
son, male or female. There i& aao
doubt some people with but tw&orr
three acres of land and 400 hs mv
have made a clear profit of $l.S0oxt*
each hen, or cleared a net inc&aoe of
$600 per year. It must not be m
derstobd however, that the 4,00 bens
were kept in a single flock, allowed t&
roam at will, or roost in a single
house. About 5u hens are as mrusy
as can he safely kept together Chick
ens cannot be crowded together in
large flocks without breeding disease
and becoming an easy prey to death
It is the same with them as with hu
man beings. In the crowded tenement
honses of the great cities mere sick
ness always prevails tha h ils&
country. Iu the crowds of people-who
assemble in India to celebrate soro
of their heathen festivals the Asiatic
cholera is sure to break out ands*rrcp
them off like poison flies.
Burn the tomato vines.
Potatoes should be out of iiasr
We believe in fall plowing for tho^
Clean up the trash about the gardens
and burn it.
Beets should be gathered Detore
Dc not leave diseased tomatoes to
rot on the ground. Burn them.
This dry fall is a grand time to get.
tile in that low corner in the garden
Cabbage will stand quite a har&
freeze. But do not pull to store while
If you have pop-corn do not stor&
it where it will be a camping grotract
for rats or mice. Remember mice are
Don't forget that the fowls can dis
pose of quite a number of cabbages
If yon are going to change hens car
put your flock into new quarters, fear
winter, do it now. Our experience is
that it takes a hen about so lorn: to
get settled in new quarters before*
The fertility of the land is znor
easily maintained by dairying than
by following any other branch of
agriculture. As dairying ia J?o
profitable industry within itself, this
shonld be an added inducement to fol