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W. B. r. i IfKAD. PuMlabsn. CRESCO. I IOWA. THE GOLDEN TIME. Wl»Ma 1« th* iroldpn time' you ask-" Tbr golden time for love, The tim- when earth t» trrr*n beneath. And ckies are blue above The time for sturdy, health and strength. The time for happy play. When is the golden *ho«rv you ask, I answer you: "To-lay." To day, that from th» Maker's hand Slips on the great world-sea. An staunch a* ever ahtp that laundMt To suit eternally. To day, that wafts to you and me A breath of Eden's prime, That greets us. glad and Urge Mid ftee- It ia our golden time. For Yesterday hath Tailed her faoo, And gone as far uway As sands that swepr the pyramids In Egypt's ancient day. No man shall look on Yesterday, Or tryst with her again Forever gone her toils, her prayer*. Her conflicts and ber pain. To morrow in not ours to hold. May never come to blcf* Or blight our lives with weal or ill. With gladne** or distress. No man shall cla«p To morrow's hand Nor catch her oa the way For when we reach To morrow's laa^ She'll be, by then, To day. You ask me for the golden I bid you "seize the hour,* And fill it full of earnest work. While yet you have the power. To-day. the golden time for joy, Beneath the household eaves To day, the royal time for work, For "bringing in the sheaves.' To day, the gold' n time for peace, For righting olden leads For .sending forth from every heart Whatever sin intrudes. To day. the tim to consecrate Your ilfe to God above To day. the time to banish Mile, The go'd-n t:m» for love. —Margaret E. Langston, in Golden Rule. A CAPTIVE IN BORNEO. Stemarkable Adventure of a Who Fell in with Pirates. Superior Skill In Woodcraft and the Art of Writing He Astonishes the KstifM, Is l*roinotel and Gets Dusky ITifa I always keep a sharp lookout for men who have had adventures. They are to be found in the oddest, most unlikely places and occupying all sorts of condi tions in life. As a rule, the most quiet and unostentatious persons, if bhey have seen any thing at all, have seen the most of the world. The conductor of a certain street-car in thiscity has not led such a prosaic and uninteresting life as his present employment may lead you to suppose, or else he is a gifted romancer of the Munchausen stripe, and I hate been sadly deluded. Henry F. Murchison—that is not his real name so don't look for him—who may take your nickel, or help you to alight any day, if you are of the proper sex, speaks convincingly of his seven years' captivity in Horneo and he tells his story so well and clearly, being a man above the average in education and intelligence, that I give it, without re •ision. in h.s exact words When 1 came to myself the blood was still trickling slowly down my face. The blow from the heavy crease which I had nought to ward off had got home, and descending on my unprotected head, had deprived me of my senses. It was some tiui© before 1 could move, for I was very sti'f and sore, and indeed badly wound''d. It was almost dark where I had been thrown under the hatches of the junk which effected our capture. A solitary ray of light pene trated from forward and found its way aft. Guided by its feeble rays, with difficulty I groped my way to the for ward hatch, and ascending the com panion stairs, in this vessel nothing but a rude ladder. I gained the deck and looked about me. The crew of the junk were holding high carnival astern. The blood of recent conflict was yet un washed from the deck. I glanced over the starboard quarter. Hull down, and wrapped »n lurid flames that shot up Into the fast darkening sky, was the bark in which we had sailed from Bos ton three months before. A lad of eighteen, I was the sole survivor of her crew, ruthlessly butchered by the pi rates. For what dreadful fate was I alone reserved? Overcome by the awful calamity which had overtaken me, as the dreadful scenes through which I had passed that day recurred to my mind, what little strength 1 had gave out, and falling to the deck I again relapsed into unconsciousness. Two weeks had elapsed before I once more became cognizant of what was going on around me. Early one morning I was awakened by Hie crowing of barn fowls. In a dream of delight I lay and listened. Surely I was home again in the farm in Wiscon sin! A glance around the rude hut in which I lay dispelled the illusion. Ris ing from my couch of leaves, I pushed aside the mat which hung at the en trance. Men and women in primitive costume thronged around me. A tall man, who seemed to be in authority, apparently moved to some degree of compassion, explained the situation to me. I was a prisoner among the Dyaks of Borneo. At first I was so overwhelmed by my Miserable situation that I did nothing %et long for death. Finding, however, that 1 was treated with tolerable kind ness, hope began to revive within my breast, Nourishing food and rest did wonders for me. My wounds healed, toy old-time vigor returned, and with it the desire for life—and liberty. This latter, however, seemed, for the present at least, a very remote contingency, for I was so closely watched, night and day, that there seemed to be no chance of escape. The town where I was confined was situated clo»e to the sea shore, and might have contained, perhaps, 3,000 Inhabitants. When trade was good the population did a thriving business in teak and other merchantable woods when dull, they eked out an existence by piracy on the hij*h soas and frequent marauding expeditions against their weaker neighbors. Being a strong, ac tive lad, I was assigned a place in the wood-cuttieg gang. Their method of felling trees was very primitive. The wood-cutter sits in a squatting attitude beside the tree he wishes to fell, and hacks it with a kind of adze at a height of about two feet from the ground. It was the** slowest method 1 had ever struck, and after a day or two at it I de termined to show them how trees were felled where I camo from. In their •tores I found a good Green River axe, taken no doubt from some American vessel years before, for its edge was doll and it was rusty from long disuse. I then told the man in charge of my gang that I had a new way of cutting wood, and he reported it to the old chief. I was sent for by that worthy whilst I was sharpening my new-found treasure on a piece of sandstone that very evening. "1 have heard," said the chief, as ha regarded me with a threatening look, "that fou have a way to cut wood which is better than ours. Is that so replied that their way was a slow 4MKi tedious one as compared to mine. *€ome, boaster, then." said the chief. we will test the truth of what you say. If you have lied, it will be the worse for you." He led the way to where two large trees—a kind of native oak—grew. In dicating that I should fell one (the larger of the two), he directed his most expert wood-chopper to attack the other. I only asked a few minutes' time to put my axe into better condition, point ing out that it was still dull. There quest was granted. I will give you while I am smoking one pipe." said the old chief "then you will have to make the trial, dull axe or sharp axe." 1 set at work at onee with my piece of sandstone, and before the old chief got through with his pipe, I had an edge on the axe like that of a razor. I then an nounced myself ready to undertake the contest. My opponent was a great, brawny fellow, weighing close on to 300 pounds. The contest looked like an unequal one but in reality it was nothing of the sort. At a signal from the old chief we set to work, America vs. Borneo. I will pay this for the I)yak. He chopped like a Trojan. The perspira tion poured off his black face, and the way in which, in his cramped position, he made the chips fly, was somothing to wonder at. Before he had been at il five minutes, however, it was quite apparent to all that he was not in the race. Expert as he was in Borneo, he could not have made his salt in the backwoods of Wis consin. Crash, bang, thud, went my good Green River axe through the yielding wood. I was back again in the old land, a hardy boy at work in my native forests. The tall oak swayed, toppled and fell to the ground with a mighty crash. Then I turned to inspect the work of my opponent. He was about played out, and was still chopping feebly, for he knew he would be pun ished if he rested but his tree was not haJf way through. The next morning I was made fore man of the gang, but was soon recalled from work of that kind and given lighter tasks, for the old chief took a liking to me. He was a pretty decent fellow for a pirate. To amuse him. I made a board and men and taught him play checkers, and we used to sit gambling away our tobacco and drinking arrack by the hour together, until I al most forgot I was a prisoner, and some times really enjoyed myself. 1 will do mvseif the justice to say that whatever influence I had over the old man I exer cised for good. It was at my instance that the barbaroussystem of punishments in vogue when 1 first landed became greatly abated. My first real step in the direction of reform, however, was in teaching his son to read. When once its advantage had been impressed upon him, I had hopes that the old chief would permit the establishment of a school where the young Dyaks, at least, could be given some sort of an education. I knew the old ones were hopeless. After about three months'steady work I got the alphabet and its uses through young Turn's skull, and an additional six weeks made him a tolerably pro ficient reader. To enable us to write, I made a pen from the feather of a goose, which was as good as could be desired: thin bark was our paper, and the cuttle fish, which abounds on those coasts, supplied us with our ink. I now thought the time had arrived for me to show the old chief the power of what he had al ways regarded, as had his six wives, as a species of fetish, and one day I pro pared a special exhibition to illustrate the advantages of writing and reading, which was the best and most convincing I could think of at the time. I arranged with the old chief that his son Turn should be blindfolded and led off into the woods, and that the chief should hide any thing he chose in any place he liked, and then tell me, and 1 should send a "fetish" to Turn informing him of what had been done. Turn was then to find the hidden article. The old chief assenting to this ar rangement, Turn was sent off into the woods with a strong body-guard. The chief then took ray axe-head and caused a pit to be dug at the foot of the great post in the center of the town. Into this pit he threw the axe-head, covered it up, and covered over the spot a num ber of bags of rice which entirely con cealed the freshly-turned earth. "Now." said the old chief, "if your fetish tells Turn where the axe-head is, there is something in it but if not, you are a fraud, and shall go back to wood chopping." Paying no attention to this little pleasantry on the part of the old gentle man. I sat down and wrote on a pieco of bark to Turn as follows: "Turn: Your father has hidden my axe-bead in a pit at the foot of the great post where they flogged Maki yesterday for stealing. Take away the rice sacks and dig it up. The old man has got the spade under his robe." A messenger, faithfully guarded, was then dispatched to young Turn. In about fifteen minutes Turn made his appearance. My heart misgave me some what as I saw him take out the piece of bark and study attentively, whilst he looked over inquiriugly at me. What if he should forget in a moment all he had been taught—in a fit of sudden embar rassment! I had heard of such cases. The chief noticed Turn's hesitation, and glanced somewhat triumphantly in my direction. I looked at him as much as to say: "Wait a minute." Would Turn never get through spell ing out the words on the bark? Yes, a gleam of intelligence flashed across the lad's swarthy features. He bad stuck on something at first, but he had it now. Without a moment's hesitation he walked right up to his father, and, lift ing up his robe, drew forth the spade. The old chief was simply thunderstruck. "Who told him that?" he exclaimed in astonishment. "The writing," he replied. "It is a wonderful fetish," said the old man. "But will it tell him what he is to look for?" "American axe-head," said Turn im mediately. "Marvelous, truly," said theold chief, starting with astonishment. "Nobody told him. The messenger was well guarded all the way." "The 'fetish' again," I said, smilin?. Then Turn went straight up to the post and throwing aside the rice sacks, went to work at the ground. In a few minutes he was able to hand the axe head to hi.* father, who was unable to speak for very wonder, but kept turning it over in his hands as if it was a living thing. "Come with me at once and show me the fetish. Teach me how to write, he said at last, "and I will make you a great chief." "What made you hesitate so. Turn," I asked, "when you first came up?"' "What do you write 'pit' for,"growled Turn, "when you mean 'hole?'" 1 burst out laughing, but there was good logic in Turn's argument. How many of us confine ourselves to good, old Anglo-Saxon? "Come with me," said bis father. "You can have six wives, just like me. I will choose them for you this very evening. You are a wonderful man." 1 replied, modestly, that one would do for the present, and as in all likelihood I should never get off the island, 1 chose for a partner a young girl who had nursed me durincr nur sick o ess, and we were married with great public rejoic ings. After a time I really became quite attached to her, for sho was a very intelligent creature. I loved her as ardently in those days aa 1 love her Enoch-ardently now. "I get off at State street,** I chipped in just here. "I*ot me go." "Not until you have heard how I es caped," said the conductor, as he rang up one fare and scooped in three nickels. "I don't want to know any thing more about you," I protested. "Besides, I shall be late at the office." "Won't you hear how I put to sea in raging storm in an open loat?" "No, 1 wouldn't believe you under oath." '•How I killed fourteen natives with one stroke of that Green River axe?" he shouted after me, sarcastically, as 1 swung myself off the Mr. "No, thank you." "How I boarded a whaler bound for New Orleans with strap-oil and Chinese jim-jams?" "No! No!! No!!!" The street-car conductor may be and probably is a first-rate fellow in private life: but if he thinks you are guying him when he's on duty, he will fill you up to the brim.—Austyn W. Granville, in Chicago Journal. STUDIES AT THE DEPOT. The Urrat Trio—The Iate Man, the Last Man and the Left Man. Whoever doubts the prevalence of uni* versal law has but to watch the depart ing trains from a railroad depot. There is always a late man, a last man and a left man. They are readily distinguish able. However much they may differ in physical attributes, the instan4 they enter the magic region of a train they are metamorphosed into their standard types. The late man heels and toes it along the station platform under high pre:+« sure indignation. It registf rs itself in the shake of his head, the nervous change of his grip sack from one hand to the other, his defiant stare at his watch, his challenging look at the con ductor, his go-ahead-if-you-dare glance at the steaming locomotive, and the vol ume of assertions written upon his face, that every thing else in the world is wrong excepting himself. He places bis foot upon that train as if to hold it fast until the last allowable second. The last man has lost all starching confidence lie has abandoned hope, reason, indignation. As he whirls through the gate, like a gale around a corner, he has but one purpose in life— to catch the very tip end of the rear most portion of that train, if he has to chase it through all eternity. Going at his maximum speed, he takes no thought of life, its surroundings, its troubles, its cares. His coat-tails and grip-sack might belong to another universe, in so far as severance of knowledge of them from himself is concerned. Beyond the vision of smoke puffs and a moving mass ahead of hiin, his wild stare takes no cognizance, lie is a wound up auto maton with a grip sack and a purpose. The concentration of his thoughts upon the moving engine would hypno tize it if it was susceptible to mesmeric laws. He cranes his neck forward: he projects his body as if to hook on t« something with his nose he throws hit free hand ahead to its uttermost exten sion he condenses every muscular power into a leg motion he spurts. There is a frantic grab at the rear hand rail of th»' train a jerk, a swing and he rides a block or so with the ratchet edges of four steps holding him by the back, his feet treading space in search of a foothold and his gripsack anchored to some friendly post on the last verter bra of the flying train. The last man is a concentrated desire but the left man is an attenuated void. The hydrant sign of a plumber's shop is an intellectual wonder and a phenome nal acrobat compared to him. As the train gate slams before him he comes to a statuesque halt. The speed of his ar rival and the suddenness of his stop, shoots astonishment to his face to leave it there, fixed as a mask upon a wooden god. For an instant his skull is a vacuity to which a seed squash is as a plethoric pudding. Then his allotment of original sin swells to the occasion with unimpeded fervor. He glances stealthily about to see who is looking at him. Conscious of a full dose of inward depravity, he smiles with the benignity of one who, having forgiven all and everybody, is ready to become a cherub. He quickly slips his gripsack behind him, and with a face set to catch sympa thy remarks to the nearest stranger that he is much disappointed that the friend whom he came to meet did not arrive on that train. Seeking the nearest cor ner, for the seclusion proper to a swear, he loosens his safety-valve and blows off until all about him is blue. Watch him! In a few moments he is an innocent interrogation mark before the Bureau of Information.—Detroit Free i'ress. ABOUT PRETTY FEET. Their Charnrterlxt •«•*, and How They Should be Cared For. Very little is written on the subject of feet, yet a pretty foot, though necessar ily concealed much of the time—unless its owner is resolved to display it—is quite as powerful a weapon in the ar mory of beauty as a pretty hand. A slender, yet plump foot of moderate length, with short toes, small heel and arched instep, is the ideal of beauty and although many well dressed feet appear to possess all these acquire ments, it will often be found that much depends upon the dressing. A pretty bare foot is a rare possession, and a sculptor, a young irnd gifted woman, who had attained eminence in her art, said she found it almost impossible to obtain a desirable model beyond the age of childhood. At this period the charm of bare feet is a theme for the painter and poet as well as the sculptor, and in mamma's catalogue of baby's attractions the cunning little pink toes are sure to play an important part. A high instep is very graceful, but it makes trouble in getting fitted to shoes. The Spanish mark of blue-blood is the Arab arch of the foot, under which water can flow without wetting it and the possessor of such a foot would bo sure to walk well, if walking depended on the feet alone. Tight shoes are always a mistake, as they ruin the feet they are supposed to improve but quite as frequently mis takes are made in the opposite direc tion. It it* not a new idea that shoes which fit so loosely that the feet move about in them with every step produce as bad results as tight ones and it is asserted on good authority that people who systematically wear tight shoes have corns. A change from tight snoes to very It ose ones is sure to be followed by these torments. The best preventive against corns is to wear low-heeled shoes that fit snugly across thr ostep and are not too loose anywhere. It is a great mistake to wear a short shoe, as this makes the foot ap pear larger instead of smaller by widen it, beside preparing the way for bunions and ingrowing nails. A shoe that it longer than the foot gives a look of slenderness and it should be remem bered that the apparent width of a foot is always seen at once, but the entin length is not so often visible. A slipper or a tie. judiciously curved on the instep, and ornamented with a very full rosott or a particularly large buckle, tnakw almost any foot presentable and blac^ slippers and black stockings are wonder ful lesseners of size. Klia Kodmar Church, in Harper's Bazar. THE FARMING WORLD. REMOVING ROCKS. fkU 1* a Matter of Nome Importance end Khitnld Ke At tMi.lel To. To clear the land of stones that are large enough to interfere with work is a matter of good hus bandry, and should not be neglected when the work can done convenient ly and time and op o u n i y o e A I 9. U i 0 When the stones are not large they may be put out of the way by laying them in the furrows and cov ering them by the Wo 1.—pv?fAMITE plow at the next CARTRIDGE. turn. When land is being laid down to grass, this may be done with much advantage, and as the stones gradually wear down, they im prove the soil and add fresh plant-food to it. Grass and clover roots, as those of all plants, exert a reducing and cor rosive effect upon the stones, and are able to procure some nutriment from them. This has been t.scertained most conspicuously in soils containing limo stone, upon which the roots of plants have left their marks in plainly-seen lines wherever they have come in con tact with the surfaces. Stones in the soil always retain moisture on their surface through their superficial attrac tion. and this moisture encourages the roots to spread in a network over them, aided, no doubt, by the plant-food ob tained thronrrh the solvent action of I HO. %—IlI,ASTIXO TOOLS. this moisture and the chemical effect of the roots themselves. If stones so buried are not torn up by the harrow afterwards, they will remain out of the way for years and a sloping tooth or an Acme harrow should always bo used to prevent disturbing them. Where large rocks encumber the sur face they may be got rid of by digging under them with care, to avoid over balancing them until the hole is made, and then tipping them over. Or they may be broken up and removed and used for building materials for walls or cellars, or put in drains, for which they are excellent, being imperishable. Large rocks mav be broken by blasting or by splitting them with wedges. Ten cents' worth of dynamite judiciously nsed will break into fragments a rock of several tons weight. This explosive may be used without drilling, as its combustion is so rapid that the force is equal to eight times that of the same weight of common gunpowder. The cartridge is merely placed under the eenter of gravity of U*e reek, in Me w FIG. & TUX aocs. made in the earth with an iron bar, and exploded iu the usual manner. Dyna mite is a very safe explosive, although it is so powerful. It is put up in rolls about ten inches long and one and one fourth inches thick, and wrapped in strong oiled paper, as at a. Fig. 1. It is of the consistency of soft cheese, and may be cut with a knife. It is used as follows: The roll of dynamite is cut in the right size, and the paper is opened to admit the cap, which is made of cop per. in the shape shown at c. Fig. The end of the fuse is pushed in the cap, which it fits closely, and the cap is placed on the end of the cartridge. The paper is then drawn together over the fuse and tied firmly with a string, leav ing the fuse free, as shown at b. Fig. 1. The cartridge is then pushed into the hole with a slender wooden rod. and the earth is packed down so as to close the hole. To make the hole in the best position, some earth may removed, as shown in Fig. 8. The fuse is then lighted with a match and the cartridge exploded. The length of fuse need not be more than two feet, as that will give ample time for getting to a safe dis tance, out of the way of the flying frag ments The effect of the blast is shatter the rock rather than scatter FIO. 4. AF'i'KK TUK BLAST. it, so that it can be easily forced apart with a sharp-pointed steel bar. Fig. 3 shows a rock before the blast, and Fig. 4 the same after it. Stumps may be thrown out in the same manner, or whole trees may be thrown out by the roots, and woodland thus cleared very cheaply. Rocks may be split with wedges, and brought into useful shapes for various purposes, as for steps, hearth-stones, hitching-posts, etc. To do this, the rock is first marked with a shallow groove, made with a chisel-pointed steel hammer of about eight pounds weight (a, Fig. 2) in the line where it is desired to split it A few holes are then made along the line with a short drill (d) and a four-pound hammer (bj, and wedges are inserted int'j the holes with a pair of feathers or *mall, thin plates of steel on each ride of the wedge, to protect it from 1 atteriag or flying out (c). The wedge? are then struck in succession with the sledge (e), one after another, and very soon a crack extends along the lino of the groove, and the stone is easily separated. FEED BOX FOR COW. It la Economical, Is Cheap and Can Be Easily Made. W. W. Prigg, Meclianicsburg, Ind., sends the Orange Judd Farmer a sketch illustrated herewith and writes: I was at a loss for a cheap method to give my cows ground feed without waste, until I hit upon this device. I take an ordi nary well-made dry goods box costing about twenty-five cents. It should be about 2x-2'j feet, though a larger or smaller size can be used. Four 1x5 inch boards 43i feet long are then nailed on for legs as shown. The hack pair should be attached to the corners, but the front ones so they will be only 8 inches apart Then saw out the space between the two front legs down within 6 inches of the bottom, and you have a regular feed-saver. The cow can only get her head in the box by raising it up above the box, and allowing her neck to slip down the space between the front legs. Thus she will stand and not take her head out of the box until through eating. This box is portable and can be changed from place to place at will. In case it is desired to make it station ary, the back legs can be dispensed with and the box securely nailed to a board fence in the cow lot, to titMB wall of the vow stable. THE DAIRY. •-The man who drives his cows wii§ I dog saves time and loses butter. —The pasture lands of this country lo not receive enough attention. Aftef *11. they are the foundation of success ful agriculture. —It is not the full-fed cow or horse which kills itself by over-eating when it happens to break loose and get at the meal or oat bin. —It never pays to feed poor hay to the cows. If the bay is very poor it will pay the dairyman to use it for bed ling and buy better. There is a demand for much more first-class butter than is now made. Are fou taking advantage of that particular lemand ?—Western Rural. —If you have a cow that you think you must kick and swear at, get rid of her. It makes no difference what a cow U or docs, it pays to neither kick nor "kuss" her. —The business of the dairyman is, in reasonable sense, a purely mercenary 3ne. He wants to make that kind of butter which will bring the highest price. That being the case, he consults the taste of tbe customer instead of his jwn. What the market demands is the thing to send to it. An exchange describes a cow stable is absolutely free from odors that con taminate the milk. Then it must be bran new, and never yet occupied by a ?ow and never entered by a man who is "stunk up" with tobacco smoke. When wo talk about a stable being perfectly free from odors we are treading upon very delicate ground.—Western Rural. —A writer says that farmers had bet ter study the science of milk production, and let others, with experience, run the creamery. The farmer has been acting an that sort of advice in all directions, for lo! these many years, and the follow that manages the creamery, and other wise handles farm products, eats out all the inside of tbe pie and leaves the faruior to gnaw the crust.—Western Rural. —It is found profitable to devote large amounts of capital to dairying, and the labor is also a heavy item. If the dairy businesl, which requires constant work, can be made to pay there is no reasc I why it should not be made to pay mor and at less expense. There is too raw i waste of time and labor on some farms, due to lack of organization and syste matic management. It is often the case that more food and labor arc used than should bo Abe ease in proportion to tbe product. —We can not too often repeat to en quirers after the best cow feed, says the Jersey Bulletin, that no one food known will either bring or keep a cow up to her best work in butter making. Short, fine, nutritious grass is as good or better than any other one thing, but tho best of grass needs to be reinforced by more or less of grain. So trie very best con ceivable ration of grain needs to be re inforced bv grass or some other succu lent food such as good corn silage. RESPECT THE COW. If TOM Treat Her Well, 8he Will You llMixlMomelv In Keturn. A cow of mine firmly believes she is as much entitled to meal as 1 am to milk. She has converted mo to her opinion, or. rather, forced me to ac quiesce. In the spring after she calved I gave her night and morning, at milk ing-time. a feed of bran and meal. When the grass improved 1 omitted the bran and meal, but proposed to milk her all the same. She objected to this arrange ment, kicked and walkod spitefully away. My man and I got her into close quarters, held her fast, determined to have milk on our own terms, but Crum ple Horns was just as determined that we shouldn't have it. We soon found that the cow controlled the supplies she wouldn't "give down" her milk. We took to coaxing and patting her per sistently, but gently, squeezing her teats it availed little we retired worsted, thinking we would get a double portion in the morning but in the morning she gave us little more than half her usual quantity, and so on for a week. I saw that without meal she would diminish her inilk and soon dry up. I said to my hired man: "Bad luck to tbe ft. that quarrels with his cow we shouia remember that in all milking arrange ments the cow is a party concerned—in fact, the party of the first. Unless we can be on good terms with our cow we had better not have one. I now believe the cow is right. "She gave us a good mess of milk for a moderate feed of meal, and we have no right to ask her to do better than that we wili give meal night and morning as long as we milk her." This we did, and she nearly came back to her former quantity—a cow allowed to fall away doesn't entirely recover. I record the particulars of this controversy with my cow because it suggests several import ant considerations. 1. A cow has al most unlimited control over her milk she bestows or withholds it at pleasure. It is therefore essential that the cow have no cause for complaint she should sustain amicable relations with her milker any thing offensive in bis de portment, an angry word, rough, uncourt eous manners, sharp, finger nails an} annoyance whatever, such as a sore teat, troublesome flies, every thing thai is disagreeable, in a greater or less de gree lessens the flow of milk and pre maturely dries up tbe cow. When takes to a new place, a cow shrinks in hei milk, and seldom recovers for a whole year. A cow should be uniformly milked by the same person. 2. The great lik ing cows have for bran and meal Bnowt they are adaptod to the animal's necessi ties. While no single food is bettet than grass, fed alone it does not givS the best quality of milk nor the greatest quantity. A little meal may be profit ably fed, even when grass is abundant and in its best condition—my cow de manded it, and she was right. As tbe grass grows less in quantity and poorer, I increase the meal and put it on green corn-stalks cut fine. Some persons ob ject to feeding cows at milking-time be cause they are uneasy and troublesome if the customary allowance is withheld. Then don't withhold it. It pays to feed meal to cows giving milk, and if a cow insists on having it every time, as mine did. she does a good turn by forcing ue to be regular. Of all losses incurred by American farmers, scarcely any one ie greater than that which comes from al lowing cows to fail in their milk for want of sufficient food of a kind that answers their requirements.—H. T. Brooks, in N. Y. Tribune. How to Tell Goud Cows. Some of the external indications of s good butter producing cow are: 1. A large evenly balanced udder ex tending well forward and backwards. 2. (iood sized teats, not set too closely together, yielding their milk easily and in large smooth streams. 3. A broad posterior with body taper ing towards the heads, giving ample room for a large escutcheon and devel opment of the udder, with loose folds ol skin in rear of udder in heifers and cowe not in full flow of milk. 4. A good development of the diges tive organs. 5. A large, crooked, well-developed milk vein. tt. A thin, pliable skin with its ac companiment, a fine, s,/t coat. 7. A nervous but docile tempera ment. 8. Small delicately formed head and horns with none of the coarse, ox-like appearance peculiar to ill-bred stock.— Colman's Rural Worlds THE WOMAN'S COLUMN A NEGLECTED POINT, tlie Meeret of In National IM. prove luent. There was once upon a time, says Mrs. B. Dietrick, a certain vast orchard where all the nurserymen were women. Out of an unwholesome soil had grown tbe trees they tended, with gnarled and misshapen trunks and fruit which was oft exceedingly bitter. Beneath these overhanging branches the young sap lings struggled up, deprived of proper air, and with no chance for freedom of development, in turn taking their place in this world of gnarled deformity. Now these nurserymen cherished a no ble idea of what tbe perfect tree should be. They saw in imagination its up right trunk, symmetrical branches, and delicious fruit, making a thing of beauty and of great good in the world but, alas, everything was out of joint, lie cause they had not discovered the secret for setting wrong things right. Every effort they could think of had been ex pended upon tbe grown-up trees to bring them into shapeliness and improve their yield. Bands were tightly bound around their rough old excrescenses high walls were built to confine the widely strag gling branches doses of sweets were lavishly sprinkled over the ripening fruit Thousands of years the priest esses of this orcha-d had spent upon their knees, implor ag the heavens to "make the crooked places straight" or to perform the miracle of turning bitter into sweet But the sun smiled down, or the rain fell at its own pleasure, and the wind blew when and how it pleased—all, evi dently, without the slightest reference to the improvement of that orchard. At length, roused to a frenzy of de spair. bands of anxious cultivators said: "It is more laws we need. We must have laws made to compel these gnarled trees to grow in the straightness we de sire, and legislation shall force these btubborn )oughs to bear good and pleas ant fruit" So thousands of workers devoted their lives to procuring the proper laws for producing such results. And as fast as a law could be obtained, it was shouted at the trees, or hung up in front of the tender saplings. But all was vain. Still the starved roots languished in enfeebled life. Still the stunted saplings grew on to Join the throng of crooked trees. Finally, howover, a day came when a new idea awakened thought in tlie minds of those earnest cultivators. It was the idea of asking the reason why the idea of tracing to its source the cause of deformity in trees and they began to analyse the ground. After this first move in the right direction, other bright ideas came thick and fast to help them, and in due season a time arrived when from reconstructed condi tions every tree had a fair start and plenty of room to grow. For over forty years our nurserymen have been searching for the secret which will bring improvement to tlie individual trees of our national orchard. Is it not time now seriously to investi gate the soul, to ask ourselves where is the most promising point for the con centration of our energies, upon those stiffened, grown-up trees that fill our legislative halls, or upon the tender twigs that crowd our schools and col leges. We have here a republic whose aim is to produce individuals self-owning, self governing, respecting the freedom of others and yet every child is planted in a soil imbued with this dogma of pure despotism: "The male shall rule tbe fe male." Rooted in this universal des potism, tbe individual girl from her cradle breathes an atmosphere saturated with tho especially despotic law. "Thy husband shall rule over thee," whose ef fect is inevitably to increase her ignor ance of and indifference to republican principles, just in proportion to her docility and obedience, while the brother at her side, reared in the same anti-republicism, unthinkingly mounts to bis place amongst malo rulers, much more engrossed with the pleasant duty of ruling over some one else than with the difficult task of learning to govern himself. TIME FOR ACTION. The Grievous Humlllntlon of Disfranchised Woman. In view of the many vital questions now up for consideration in which wom en are especially interested, it seems to me, says Elizabeth Cady Stanton, that the time has come for more aggressive measures, more self-assertion on our pai than was ever manifested Itefore. Those of us who feel it most keenly have never been able to portray the monstrous crime of woman's disfran chisement, nor the grievous humiliation we feel, in view of our degraded posi tion as native-born American citizens under a foreign yoke, increasing in height with every ship-load landing on our shores, until it is indeed grievous to be borne. It is an arrogant assumption of power, by those administering the government, to hold us another day in such bondage. Our title to a voice in this Government is as clear as that of the man by our side. We were accounted as "people'* and "voters" in the constitution of thir teen original colonies. We find no mention of a privileged class of "white male citizens" in those early documents we bear only of "peo ple," "persons," "inhabitants," and "tax-payers." Accordingly, women vot ed in some of the colonies until, as States, their constitutions were so framed as to unite the suffrage with qualifications of property, education, color and sex, in violation of every principle in our government. It is a patent and oft-repeated fact that in the State of New Jersey women voted at all elections from 1776 to 1807 upon terms of equality with men. They helped to elect the delegates from that State to the constitutional convention. They voted to ratify the instrument when submitted. They voted at the first five Presidential elections—twice for Wash ington, twice for Jefferson and once for John Adams. Their descendants are only claiming the exercise of a right ai old as the constitution Itself. The con test in the year 1800 was bitter beyond all precedent, and we are told that all the women of the State who were en titled to vote did so. One of these voters, the late Mrs. Cumback, mother of Hon. Wm. E. Cumback, of Indiana, died only a few years ago. This right in the colonies was but fol lowing the precedent established far back in English history, showing that women voted and held office throughout that kingdom at an early day. It is clear, then, that women have been cruel ly robbed of rights they once possessed and exercised. For fifty years we have been plaintiffs at the bar of justice, and three generations of statesmen, judges and reformers have exhausted their able argumen.ts and eloquent appeals in the courts and before tbe people. But as the bench, the bar and the jury are all men, we are nonsuited every time. IT is believed that our city school board has been much benefitted by the action of the few women who have been elected to serve in it, and that tbe num ber might be increased with advantage. Women have more time than men to visit schools, and they are more used to taking pains, and where girls predomi nate, or in exclusively girls' schools, they are in a peculiar sense the natural heads of administration.—Boston Her ald. WOMAN SUFFRAGE NOTES. RonniT BROWXIJIO and Mrs. Brown ing were among the early advocates of equal rights for women in England. THK fair lately held in Horticultural Hall by the Independent Women Voters of Itoston was very successful, financial ly and otherwise. THK school council of the common schools of Christiania, Norway, elected by the teachers themselves, consists of fifteen male and forty-five female teach ers. MRS. W. I). Hovsp, who has charge of the schools at Waco, is said to be the only woman in Texas acting as a school superintendent. Teachers bold ber in high esteem. The Belgian Parliament has decided that women may be admitted to tbe full practice of medicine and pharmacy. It has voted, on the other hand, to shut tbe profession of law against them. IT is reported from India that two women cnmmis«ionersare to be appointed by the Nizams' Government to take the testimony of the residents of Zenanas, who are suffered bj usage to appear in Court to testify. MARIA MITCHEI.T, being asked once for her opinion on woman suffrage, an swered, course I am a suffragist I have so long believed it was right for women to have a share in the govern-* ment that it seems to me like the first axiom I learned in geometry—'A straight line is tbe shortest distance between any two points.'" SIXTY-FOUR women, residents of New York City. Brooklyn, Philadelphia, and neighboring towns, have organized the Woman's Branch of the American Lep rosy Society. Its object is to assist the lepers of Molokai, according to the directions of Miss Amy C. Fowler (Sis tor Rose Gertrude.) Articles of use to the lepers will be sent to Molokai two or three times a year. Meetings of the society will be held every two months. At these meetings reports of work among the lepers from Miss Fowler will lie read, illustrated by photographs taken by herself. The 8otTri(« Kjrsteas. Wby ebould not women have the lot? Think of tho inestimable advan tages that would como from extending this right to them. In the first place, says Hon. John D. Long, of Boston, it is one of the great processes of educa tion. By just so much as you can give every individual an opportunity to ex press his or her mind, and by casting a ballot make himself a part of this great community and government, by just so much you educate that individual and educate tbe whole community. More than that, any extension of the suffrage makes the commonwealth stronger, and is an additional security and safeguard. I know the dangers that attend univer versal suffrage. It is a great experi ment but I believe universal suffrage is infinitely safer for us, whatevor turbu lence of feelings may sometimes attend it, than any system of restricted suf frage How much stronger and safer will it be if you extend it still further and embrace women also! (loth Side*. The woman's suffrage question Is one which refuses to IK banished. Think ing men aud women, says the Skandi nav. a Norwegian paper of Duluth, Minn., have for years taken an interest in this question, and it is but proper that we listen to the results of their efforts. Should the matter prove to he a humbug, it will be easy to reject it but if there should happen to be some thing in it. we should not permit an in herited prejudice to stand between 114 und the light of truth. Let us hear, not only what is said against woman's suffrage—that we hear every day—but let us also hear what is said in its favor, unless we are a set of cowards, afraid of our own shadows. THE WOMEN OF ITALY. Views Expressed by a Preeoeloas Vaaag l4kdy of Twelve. My landlady's daughter, Bianca, was the most beautiful girl in Rome, chief city of fair women. Although but twelve years old sho was a woman in her words and ways. I was very fond of her, and often used to wish I could lift her out of that lifeless atmosphere— breathed by so many generations that almost all the oxygen is gone—and elec trify her with tbe air that blows across our Illinois prairies. In one of our fre quent conversations she thus stated her ideas about a theme to which she had evidently given no casual thought Re member I give her precise language— that of a young lady of twelve (for my practice when abroad illustrated that line of Burns', "a chiel's amang ye takin' notes"): 'We are too tender-hearted, we worn* en of Italia. Why, I have a cousin who is dying of grief because her lover seems cold of late. I laugh at her, and say: Ah, bttta Margherita, you are a little idiot! You should not wasto yourself thus, upon that silly Antonio.' Yon shall see how I'll behave! I will never marry in this world. I have Been to# much unhappiness among these bus bands and wives. And yet, you see, 'twill not be easy for me to escape (she said with charming naivete) Why, the other evening I went to see the sunset from the Pincian hill with my naughty, handsome papa, and a fool ish boy, not so tall as I am, a mere child, indeed, but dressed up like a young gentleman, with white vest, gold chain, and carrying a silly little cane, whispered to me, while papa smoked his cigars upon the terrace and I sat near the fountain, that ho should come this very night and play the mandolino tin der my window. But I turned my face away, and when he persisted, I scowled at him from under my black eye-brows and just dared him to come! I tell you, Signorina, that I will not fall in love for a long, long time yet, if ever, for in our country it kills women or else it drives them mad. I'm going to give Italian lessons like my poor mamma, and in character I'm going to be a real Amer icana—calm as the broad Cam pagna, cold as the catacombs. For I am very sad over the women of my country. Life begins with them at twelve, and at twenty-five they are already old the lights are out—the play is over."—From Frances E. Willard's "Glimpses of fifty Yean.* Murdered by a State*. The death of Kenith, the half m«thl cal King of Scotland, was one ol the most curious and remarkable in history, if it may be called an historical fact It seems that Kenith had slain Crutblin tus, a son, and Malcom Duffus, the ICtig and brother of Fennella she, to be re venged. caused Wilms, the most ingen lous artist of the time, to fashion a stat ue filled with automatic springs and levers. Finished and set up tbi* brar*j image was an admirable work of art. In its right hand Wiltus placed a ewer and in the left an apple of pure gold, finely set with diamonds and other preciout stones. To touch this apple was to court death. It was so arranged that anyone guilty of Buch vandalism would be im mediately riddled by arrows shot from the loop-holes in the statue's body. Kenith was invited to see tbe wonder, and kinglike (and just as Fennella hoped), tried to pluck the precious imi tation fruit He was instantly riddled with poisoned arrows, dyinf where IM fell.--St. Louis Republio. ATTORNEYS. pEAXK 8ATHS. Attorney and Counselor AT LAW, CHKSCO, IOWA. Wm practice In all the Courts of tbe Mate, over Zuodeiowlu e#re, east tfde Elu* County AitTney. Will pract oe la ail State and federal Courts. CftKMCO. IOWA. PHYSICIANS. George Kernel, IILO. CRESCO. IOWA. •peetal Attentlna Paid to Cases Reqolr b( Surgical Operatloaa. 1# tf QK, U. M. KBL.UMJU, DENTAL SURGEON, CRESCO, IOWA. All work in his line will have prompt an9 careful attention. Oflloe over White a Moon'e store. k-X7-U A. BARRETT. M. D„ a M. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, CRE8CO, IOWA. attention to Surgery. Oflloe over' Thompson a Johnnon Bros., alongside tbt banlr (Mke open night anJ ikiy. M""' PHOTOGRAPHER, Over Glass* Orooerjr Store Cresoo, Iowa. Our pictures of children excel all others tn N E., Iowa. All work the very best. Copies from old pictures furnisiwd in every style and stse. Ml M." "00*' JUSTICE OF THE PEACE, CKKMCO, IOWA. Oflee with W. K. Bark- r, la Unloa favlsoa Bank But Id tot. J^glSS LACRA1NE MEAD. ORBSOOi ZOWA Will give Musical Instruction on PIANO, ORGAN OR GUITAR! And in Thorough Base* Instrument for Practice. HOTELS. TROTH ER HOUSS, W. STROTHER, Proprietor, CBKSOO, IOWA. Aeosly Flrst-elass House tn Cresoo. lit JORN FARNSAOKTB, FT. W. TOUKO, Caafctoe flAIIK Of fljjESClft CRESCO, IOWfe JteeitfM Deposits, and Makes Ctl» lectio— Boys sad Sens Exchange, Government Bonds jxl oUier ssouriues sad does.ageneral OanHni Drafts on Europe for SaU. Improved and Unimproved Real Mitate Bought and Sold on Commission. Passage Tickets at Reduced Ratefc FRED. MARTIN Has again assumed full control ef CENTENNIAL MEAT MARKET, WHICH WILL AT ALL TIMES BE FULLY SUPPLIED WITH THE BEST THE COUNTRY AFFORDS, Ov Tenns Till cantiine to bs Cask In Buying and Selling We take pleasure in referring to the patrons of this mar et and assure them that we kssp lell stock of Fresh and Salt Meats. Poultry in its Season, FRESH FISH, HilS and BACON. Cash paid for Fat Cattle, Sheep* CalYM suitable for Market. Centennial Block, CttE CO, IOs, oWEN,g ELECTRIC BELT 10, ISSJ* IMM0VUJM.V mmo MWIBCdliwm.na—ty: CSB Hereof. P.Wv Maura. Ia'Mtailtuwi I Utf ^ohn McOook ATTORNEY AND COUNSELOR AT Lit, CHKSCO, IOWA. Will prae*tee In nil the courts fit ths states, •afe onns anil a'tcii'l I»uj limit 111 setling fen I efftnti* and cir ti- OltUe over "rc«tco L'uioii Savlnfru Hank. YY H. BANKER, ilTORREY AND CCTMT.Oll AT LAT, if 'H 4 1 u i tf- «r Kama) it A PAlft or CI PATBIA llltAI CO RUPTURE EUBTMKLT US TRUSS, muck's 1A1TAVI0 j«lt AttaahaMat? BffMafoiC Thieup. talis*rMrHi. 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