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T1IE BABTOH COllilTY DEUOCnAT.
W. r. STOKE, Zditor Proprietor. :
GREAT BEND. - - - . KANSAS
ONLY A BABE OF THE POOR.
Only a baby, with innocent eye.
That I Can a with a mnnrnfnl sort nt tnmrlu.
The face of its mother and wonders why
Babies mast hanger and moan and die.
Only a baby, with face tear stained, ' - ,
Wondering doubtless what it has gained
In coming to earth with its baby gra e
To find poor babies are here oat of place. ;
Only a baby, an innocent thing,
"With a touch as soft as an angel's wing,
' With rosebud mouth and a face as fair
As the sweetest dream of a painter rare. :
Only a baby, a morsel of life.
Afloat on this turbulent river of life
With nerves to quiver with pain and feel
The hand ot want with its grip of steel.
Onlya baby, a bud from the tree
Of life that blooms by the crystal sea;
; That fell to earth from an angel's hand,
A souvenir of the better land.
Only a baby, a child of the poor.
Whose hearts entwine it close, to be sure,
But who have more of kisses than bread,
And mingle their tears o'er Us little head.
Only a baby, ( it fading away
In tbe morning hour of its mortal day.
With a white, wan face and small hands
pressed
In meekest submission across its breast.
Only a baby with eyelids closed
In that dreamless sleep no hunger knows
With its waxen bands on its pulseless breast.
The babe of the poor from want finds rest.
Only a baby's lone mother to weep
And sob her darling's name In her sleep.
And sadly to say in her want and woe :
"Because we are poor it is better so."
Only a baby's short history this.
A tale of its hunger and helplessness:
But what of the babies who still endure?
God pity and help the babes of the poor.
N. Y. World.
OLD JOE COOL.
Though He Was Not Very Old He
Was Undoubtedly OooL
He wasn't old at all, not a day over
twenty when he joined the regiment; a
great, tall, hulking' fellow with a big.
honest face like a boy's, weighed one
hundred and seventy-five pounds if he
did an ounce, and answered to the
name of Joseph Cooley. We all called
him Joe, to begin with, and this yarn
is to tell how he got his other name.
We shipped aboard a river steamer
at New York for Ship Island, fifteen
hundred of us; may be you boys don't
know what that means aboard of a
river steamer? It means that every
berth had two men in it, lyin' heads
and p'ints, and glad to get one at that;
the unlucky ones lyin' side by side on
the floor, like herring' in a box, thick
as they could lie.
Lots of 'em were dreadful sick to be
gin with, some for one day. some for
two, some all the way. You can guess
if 'twas pleasant.
We were all in for it, goin' to fight
for our country. We'd hollered and
waved flags and had speeches made to
us, and felt considerable good about it;
that was the top dressin'. Now we be
gan to strike hard-pan, and I tell you,
we didn't think about our country ev
ery minute, not much.
Well, Joe he wasn't sick a minute;
he'd go steppin' around amongst the
fellers as softly as a girl, grinnin' at
at one, givin' water to another, fixin'
this one's head up onto a knapsack,
and proppin' . that one up ag'inst a
mast, as ef he'd been a hospital nurse
all his da vs.
When some of the men would groan
and swear, he'd say: 'Tis ruther
onpleasant, ain't it? Scold away; it'll
do ye good to spit it all out;" and
they'd have to grin.
When we'd got abreast of Hatteras.
there come up about five o'clock one of
the high old reg'lation kind of storms,
a buster; it come solid, as if you was
struck with something steady that
pressed you down; we couldn't stan'
up against it. They talk about waves
rollln' mountain-high, that's poetry;
but I'd be willin' to make my affidavit
in court that they did run all of sixty
feet high each side of us.
The steamer couldn't make a mite of
headway, nor wouldn't answer to her
helium, and there we lay, side on. in
the trough of the sea, like a fly in a
hammock, swingin to and fro side
ways. Every now and then a big
sea'd'come slap down, like close-to
in under, onto tne decs and sweep
every thing off her. There was a
hundred barrels of beef went to feed
the fishes that night.
I lay in my berth, a-looking out of
the winder five of us had that state
room, four in the berths, one on the
floor. Joe Cooley had the floor; right
outside there was a life-boat lyin'
geared onto the deck, and all around
it was a thick row of men holdin' onto
her gunnel with both hands, so's to get
the first chance.
'Well!" says I. kind of disgusted.
4 'What's upP" says Joe, lookin' up
at me. So I told him.
Hm," says he.- "I guess I'd jest
as lives be drowned in bed as out
doors." So if he didn't draw up his
blanket and go to snorin' ag'in!
You see, just a minute before, the
. Cap'en of the boat had come through
the deck cabin where we was, and one
of the fellers sung out to him: "Call
this a consider'ble of a storm, don't
ye, Cap'en?1
He ripped out some big words, I tell
ye, the sense of em being that we was
going to the bottom inside of an hour.
and Joe had heered him.
Sure enough, there was no . chance
for the men hangin' on to that boat.
their faces white as death, and their
fingers gripped onto that gunnel till
they bled; for if the ship had gone to
the bottom, that boat would have
crackled like an egg-shell the first
wave tnas gin it a diow. it was a
scary time for all of us.
Some of the fellers took it one way
and some took it another; people aint
all jest alike. Some cussed and some
prayed, and some grit their teeth and
kept still. Joe was the only one that
went to sleep and slep' through.
1Tniairi - didn't tm rinwn fn
about two o'clock in the morning there
come the biggest kind of a thunder-
1 4. IV. VI. LI J it.
Storm agauiBb wio uxg uivw, oau ui
wind and rain out of that killed tLose
great waves flat. In twenty minutes
after it set in, the sea was ordinarily
peaceable, the boat got so't the helium
steered her, and we went right along;
and come morning, Joe got up from
his bed on the floor, shook himself,
rubbed his eyes, looked round and
grinned at us.
"Well, fellers!" says he, "we aint
drownded, be we?" . - - -
"Not as we're sensible of." says
Chapin, a dry sort of chap in the bunk
below me.''" : - -
"You took it rather cool," says I to
Joe. 'v ; ' ' "
Name's Cooley," says he, laughin'.
And after that we called him "Cool,"
or "Old Cool," just as it happened.
We got to land after awhile, as dirty
and water-tired a lot as ever you see;
quite certain that solderin' wasn't
neither fun nor play; but bless you!
we hadn't but just said A. There was
the hull alphabet to come.
There was one Colonel had a regi
ment in camp along of us who was the
greatest hand to nag the men yo ever
see. He was as pernickity as an old
maid, and as notional as an old bach
elor. He kep' the men up to drill as
though 'twas salvation, an inspected
them within an inch of their lives, and
called that discipline; and p'rhaps it
was.
But he done worse, he kep' settin'
traps for to ketch the men nappin.'
He'd travel outside of the videttes and
pickets so's to see if they was awake
and alert; and if they wasn't then they
had to take it.'
There we was, a parcel of voftmteers,
doing nothing but drill, in a new, lazy,
sloppy kind of a climate, with nothing
but meat victuals and hard bread I
tell ye we pined ' after onions and sech
truck worse'n them old Isr' elites in
the hymn-book did!
I well remember how one day Char
ley Bliss was roarin' out that old hymn:
"The way is all new, as it opens to lew,
An' behind is the foamin' Red Sea,
So none now need to speak of the onions and
leeks, '
And don't talk about garlic to me."
Chapin stepped up, as solemn as a
clam, and threatened to punch his
head.
"Stop that blarsted tune!" says he.
"I'm nigh about ready to j'ine the
Confederacy for a head o' cabbage, and
I can't bear to hear onions made light
of."
Well, as I way sayin', we were new
to the business, and to be spied on and
roared at and ketched nappin' made us
all pretty snappish, and Cool himself,
who was ordinarily as clever as could
be, Was stirred up.
Til fix him!" says he one night,
when we was talking it over by the
fire. "Wait till my turn comes."
Sure enough, the next night he was
on vidette duty, and he heerd a noise
in the bushes. Up went his musket.
Who goes there?" he roared.
"Officer of the day," says the Col
onel.
I know no officer of the day
outside the lines; throw up your hands.
dismount and surrender!" yelled Cool.
I tell you I'm officer of the day,"
says the Colonel, madder'n a yeller
hornet.
"I know no officer of the day outside
the lines; dismount or I fire," repeated
Cool. WelL the Colonel rared and
sputtered, but Cool never lowered his
gun. and finally the Colonel had to dis
mount and come along towards Cool.
"I tell you, you blockhead. I'm Col
onel Blank, officer of the day."
Cool cocked his gun and leveled it at
the feller's head, sayin' agin:
I know no officer of the day out
side the lines; give up your side-arms
or I shall shoot you through the
head."
Well, the Colonel reely b'lieved
Cool didn't reco'nize him, so he handed
over his side-arms, and Cool marched
him in clear . through the camp to
headquarters, an' handed him over to
the General.
I tell you Mister Blank got a charge
o' cold shot in the line o' tongue-lash-
in' that time, for the General was full
o' steel; but Cool got promoted for
bravery. .
When we got to Port Hudson, one
night before the battle we was lyin'
round on the ground, and Cool he was
stretched out on his back, sort of tilted
up against a little stump, fast asleep.
I lay about twenty feet off, and we had
a fire goin', so't I could 6ee him lyin'
there like a big log, mouth wide open
and big feet turned toes up jest as
though the' wa'n't nothin' goin'- on.
rretty soon 1 neara "z-zipi" ana a
minie bullet just took off the toe of
one of those great army shoes, and
then buried itself in the stump close
to his ear; just shaved it! He ris up a
little.
What's goin' on?" says he.
'Why," says L "there's some bullets
a-flyin' round hero and one nigh about
shot off your ear. You'll find it in
that stump."
He looked round, t as quiet as Sun
day.
"Well, ril get a leetle out o' their
way." savs he. and with that roiled
over about a foot to the left, shut his
eves, and was snorin' inside of three
minutes.
After the battle was over we had to
stay on the field pretty much all night.
When we begun to fall back next
morning there wasn't any way to get
to camp but through a ravine ttiat the
enemy's gun's raked and they kept
rakin' of us into another world pretty
sary as we went through that gulley.
vVe couldn't take along the wounded.
so they crept into the bushes the best
they could, and there they had to lie
all day .before we could go after 'em
and fetch 'em out. It was hard, but
.that's war.
But we couldn't let 'em lie there all
through that hot day, with no water
and nothin' to stanch their wounds. So
about noon we got leave to call for
volunteer to go over to 'em.
Now betwixt us . and that ravine
there was about forty rod' of old field.
as bare as a brick, right in the enemy's
range. It was a pretty smart risk to
run to cross that field with water and
cotton, and we all knew it; but the
word for a volunteer wasn't out of the
Cap'ea's mouth before old Cool jumped
up. -
Til gw, sir!? says "he. "I have'nt
got no incumbrances to home, " and he
grinned. So he started out witn ten
canteens full of water slung onto him
and a budnle of cotton under his arm.
All of us were watchin' him, and prob
ably all of us were thinkin' 'twould be
tbe last time we should see that great,
honest, smilin' face: I know I thought
so. - . ' c
Cool," eays I, try in to act as
though I belie v,ed. he was cert'in sure
to get there, "you be real economical
about distributin' that water - because
it's got to last 'em all day.! ; t ? ;
You go 'long!" 'says he, stiowin his
white teeth, and off he went. " -
; Then the balls began to sing. We
dursn't go up the rise of ground for to
watch him, but after half an hour one
man did venture to - reconnoitre that
old field, and reported there wasn't
anybody lyin' there, so we knew he'd
got to the ravine-like place where the
men was. After he'd been away " a
couple of hours he come back. Cool
did, as cool as ever. '
"Didn't hit ye, did they?" says
Chapin. '
"You bet, they did,, though!" says
CooL "They put two ventilatin' holes
through the legs o' my boots goin'
over, and tore a hole in my pants and
one in my jacket sleeve a-comin' back;
but mebbe you don't call that hittin'
me, an' I dono as t was, " . says he,
laughin'. For true, . not one of them
bullets had so much as drawed a drop
of blood!
'Twasn't very long after that we was
sent into the rifle-pits, some of us with
rations for twenty-four hours. How'd
you like that, boys, spendin' a day and
a night into a hole in the ground, with
chunks of salt beef "old hoss," we
called it and tough, dry hard-tack to
chaw on?
We had twenty-four hours rations,
as I was sayin'. and, as luck would
have it. we couldn't get , out of them
pits for the next seventy-four hours,
and you'd better b'lieve there was con
siderable growlin' and grumblin'.
'Twas ruther unpleasant; no way to
sleep except sittin' up, and finally
nothin' to eat. I didn't blame the men;
in fact I was quite a little riled myself.
But Cool was as cool as a cucumber.
He joked and laughed, and sang, and
held up on his broad shoulders more'n
one sleepy, tired-out head.
When some of 'em would make dis
paraging remarks, he'd holler out:
"Come, boys, stop growlin'! We're in
for the old flag; hooray!" and so he'd
kind of heart us up.
He was always doin' that; he was as
clever as a bobolink. Nobody was
sick or wounded but what he was the
first to help. I've seen him give up
his blanket many a time to some poor
fellow shakin' with a chill, and let an
other, burnt up with wound-fever,
drain the last drop out of his canteen,
when nobody knew if we should get
any more water for a hull day. And
he always made as though he hadn't
done nothin'.
Well, "when this cruel war was
over," as the song says, and the regi
ment was mustered out, it come about
that Cool and I took the same train to
go home, though I lived 'way up in
Vermont, and he was a Connecticut
boy; and we set together, I next to
the window.
He'd been as composed as a chaplain
at a funeral all those years, but. he
seemed now as though he was on
tenter-hooics all the way. He wrastled
about, and got up and sot down more'n
forty times, and never said two words
all the way; but when we slacked up,
and a braketnan hollered out: "Sil
ver-bridge!" he give me a grip, fro e
on to his knapsack, and give a rush.
I looked out of the window, for
thinks I: There's a girl waitin' for
him, and he hasn't never let on about
her."
Sure enough, there he was, his face
ail broke up, as you may say, red as a
beet, holdin' out Ms arms to a gray,
old woman, tears runnin' down her
face like, a freshet. 'Twas his mother!
That was the last I see of Old CooL
Rose Terry Cooke, in Youth's Com
panion.
HOUSES WITHOUT NAILS..
Many of Them Were So Built In the South
During the War.
Did you ever see a house built with
out nails? I have, and tolerably neat
and comfortable, too. In Confederate
times, in the South, we learned a good
many arts unknown before to us. The
women spun and wove their own
clothes, for instance, and the farmers
raised corn and hogs instead of cotton
and were never as independent before
or since. But there were a good many
articles always considered necessities
which we had to get along without,
among them being coffee and nails.
Fair substitutes were discovered for
coffee, however, and. as I said, we got
so we could pretty nearly do without
nails. The ordinary farm house was
built of logs. These were put up in
regular pen" fashion. The door fac
ings were made of split timber,
shaped and smoothed by a jack plane,
or more frequently . by a drawing
knife and held in position by wooden
pins. The inside walls were faced
with the same timber, wooden pins
again taking the place of nails. But,
perhaps, the chef dTceuvrc of the self
taught mechanic was the roof. This
was a poser for a while, but the prob
lem was Bolved and the roof was built
in this way: The rafters were put up
in the usual way, wooden pins fasten
ing the tops and the "feet." The end
rafters,, however, were longer than
the other, being extended over, say two
feet, or whatever distance you wished
to protect the roof beyond the walL
The lathing was then pinned across
the rafters and you were ready for the
boards. Upright pins in the ends of
the elongated rafters held a pole in po
sition which served as a foot rest for
the first -layer" of boards. , Cleets a
foot long were then placed in position,
feet resting against the first pole, then
another pole was laid on, being held
up by these cleets, and answering the
double purpose of ' holding the first
layer of boards in position and serving
as footrest for the next layer. This
process was repeated until the roof
was completed. Ingeniously-constructed
locks were then placed on the
doors and your Confederate house was
finished. St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
Marriage is not one-tenth as much
a failure as the average summer resort
engagement. Baltimore American,
: VEGETABLE t CURIOSITY.
A. Mysterious Plant That Marks the Site
of an Old Tragedy.
'For three-quarters of a century,,
says a resident of Livingston County,
"three stalks of a plant which has not
been, found in, any other part of the
State, and seems to be generally un
known west -of Connecticut, have
sprung up every season, blossomed,
and gone to seed, on a spot between
Avon Springs and Caledonia.' and have
never had any increase beyond the
original number. This fact and the
sudden and mysterious manner in
which the plant appeared at that par
ticular place, where it marks the
scene of a 'bloody tragedy, committed
in the pioneer days of Wes tern New
York, make the spot the object of
daily visits, both from those who live
in the neighborhood and the summer
sojourners at Avon Springs.
. 'The plant grows near the old State
road, on what was formerly a part of
the Hosmer estate. The State road,
which was built in 1791, was the thor
oughfare by which the first emigrants
from the east entered that portion of
the Genesee valley. In October 1814,
a body of American troops, on its way
from Buffalo to Sackets' Harbor over
this road, camped for noon-day ra
tions near the roadside, not far from
the Hosmer homestead. It was on
Sunday, and the previous day had been
pay day among the troops. The men
had all their pay with them, no oppor
tunity having offered for spending
any of it. The troops resumed their
march after eating their rations. Soon
after they had left the spot two sol
diers, who were evident stragglers,
were seen about the deserted camp.
Toward the middle of the afternoon
the report of a gun was heard at the
Hosmer house, coming from the direc
tion of the camp. No . attention was
paid to it, but half an hour later some
persons who visited the camp, where
the fires were still smouldering, dis
covered the dead body oi a soldier ly
ing in the bushes close by. There was
a bullet hole in his temple. The body
had evidently been dragged to its
place of concealment, and it was par
tially covered with leaves. The news
of the finding of the dead soldier was
at once forwarded to headquarters. It
was found there that privates John
Alexander and Baxter were missing.
The body Of the dead man was identi
fied as that of Private Alexander.
Search was made for Baxter, and he
was taken into custody at Buffalo. He
had on his person the amount of his
own pay and the amount that Alexan
der had received. All the circum
stances so plainly fixed the murder of
Alexander upon Baxter that a speedy
trial, conviction and execution fol
lowed.
"Alexander was buried near the spot
where his body was found. The next
year a plant never before seen in that
region, and of a species that was en
tirely unknown to any one who lived
in the valley, sprang up on the mur
dered man's grave. This stalk was
followed by the appearance of two
similar ones. As they grew again the
succeeding year in exactly the same
spot and nowhere else, and appeared
in the same manner with the coming
of every spring, blossoming regularly
at the time wheat was ready for cut
ting, they began to attract wide at
tention. Mr. G. W. Clinton, of Buf
falo, finally discovered that the plant
was of the species known in Connecti
cut as false gromwelL It was also
learned that Alexander, the murdered
6oldier. had come from a place in Con
necticut where the plant was common.
How it came to spring up in that soli
tary spot, to mark the grave of a
native of the soil to which it was itself
indigenous, has never been explained,
and that its seed has never taken root
anywhere . else in the vicinity is a
mystery.
"There is another vegetable curios
ity in the vicinity of Avon Springs
which botanists have found nowhere
else. It is a remarkable bulbous root
which formerly grew on the Genesee
flats in abundance. It lies a few
inches below the surface and grows
horizontally to the length of four or
five feet, and frequently attains a di
ameter of nine inches. It resembles a
small log. From it springs a bright
green vine, not unlike a strawberry
vine, which bear3 a small purplish
blossom. The Indians, relics and re
minders of whose occupancy of those
rich flats still abound, called this root
the man of the ground.' They attrib
uted great medicinal virtues to it, but
if it has any it is yet to be discovered
by the white people. Red Jacket, as
the tradition is. annually camped
where the present Avon Springs sta
tion of the Erie railway is, for the pur
pose of collecting this root, as well as
to take advantage of the mineral
waters, the peculiar and beneficial
medicinal properties of which were well
known to the Indians long before the
Genesee country was known to the
whites." Albany (N. Y.) Argus.
WITH FROG-HUNTERS.
How tho Little Croakora Are Caurht Near
Waahtagtoa, It. C.
The country about Washington is
exceedingly productive of frogs. The
many swamps about the city fairly
swarm with the agile croakers, and the
river, particularly the eastern branch,
is one of the greatest known breeding
places of the best species. It is here
that the hunter mostly goes in search
of his game, and any night the lan
terns of a score of boats may be seen
twinkling brightly as the crafts glide
silently, paddled by an experienced
frogger, along the banks of the slow
moving stream. Generally two people
go oa these excursions, working to
gether and dividing the "ketch."
The modus operandi of catching a
frog seems simple enough when it is
described, but it is quite the reverse
when the uninitiated first tries his
hand.
A reporter accompanied a couple of
the most experienced and successful
nun vers ou tne river on their evening
trip and saw how it is done.
A , large majority of the frog
gers . . rendezvous , at the foot of
Seventh street, which is the greatest
gathering place of all the fishing craft
sailing the waters of the Potomac A
frogger's boat is not itself peculiar; it
is not unlike hundreds of other boats
used for various purposes on the rir.
A light canoe or skiff, propeled by a
broad double paddle or shoving-pole,
if in the hands of a skillful boatsman,
makes good progress. The frogs er's
outfit is also simple only a lot of bags,
a light, hardwood stick, and a bull's
eye lantern of the most approved pat
tern. This is ' all. if the rubber coats
of the men and a bottle of bait that is
stored carefully away under the stern
sheets, are excepted.
The boat skirted the banks and sud
denly the light of the bullseye flashed
out and the night's work was com
menced. , The lantern was attached to
the bow of the boat and its rays flash
ed far over the waters and amid the
tangled shrubbery. It was dazzling
in its brightness, and for a moment
the frogs squatting about in the wann
kapin leaves ceased their croaking
and winked helplessly at the light,
unable even to drop into the water.
This was the hunter's opportunity and
he seized the frogs, one after another,
by the nape of the neck with his right
hand. With the left he held the bag
and threw them, one after anothe?
into it. The work was done quickly.
We had struck a sort of a nest, and in
a veryshort time half a dozen f rog3 were
writhing in the bottom of the sack.
When no more were within reach the
bag was closed, the lantern slide shut
tight, and the boat glided into fresher
fields. Every thing had become very
quiet in that neighborhood. Now and
then the first experience was gone
through with, varied several times by
the uses of the stick. Th
lantern was flashed, and the
man . in the bow instead ol
using his hand. banged the
stick down now and again, whack,
whack! whack! upon the nose of his
frogship. who would immediately drop
into the water, turning up his white
stomach, dead. By the time the moon
rose there were over twenty-five
pounds aboard, so the boat was turned
homeward. -
There are several other modes ol
hunting frogs for . the market. The
boys do a good business shooting them
with air rifles, going to the swamps
lying along the river shore. It takes
a quick eye and a steady hand for this
sort of thing, but they generally suc
ceed in bringing back a dozen or two
from their trips. There are numerous
other methods, with hook, fly. stick
or net, but they are used infrequently.
The gun and lantern are by far the
most popular.
Up to within a few years ago only
the legs of the frog were eaten, but the
animal having become very scarce in
Europe, the experiment was tried of
eating the entire frog, and it was dis
covered that the delicious flavor of the
legs was also found in the other por
tions. These were used mostly for
making a kind of broth that is much
liked by epicures. For invalids there
is nothing to compare with it. staying.
as it does, in the stomach when the
most delicate food fails. Washington
Star.
HOW TO IRON SHIRTS.
One of the Most Difficult and Trying
Household Tasks.
After the shirt is washed and dried.
take the bosom wrong side out and
fold it together in the center. Moist
en a tablespoonful of starch in a little
cold water, then add a pint of boiling
water; stir until the whole is perfectly
clear. Dip the bosom, wrong side out,
into this starch, dip your hands in
cold water and wring the bosom while
it is still very hot. Rub the starch in
thoroughly, taking care not to get the
least particle on the right side of the
bosom. Rub it in, and if you find all
parts are not sufficiently moistened,
dip it in the second time. Whn the
shirt is perfectly starched, shake it
out and fold both sides of the bosom
again together, thus bringing the side
seams together also; straighten the
sleeves. Now fold " tbe sides of the
shirt over on the front, and be
ginning at the neck, roll it up
tightly. Fold it in a towel, and put it
in a cold place several hours, over
night. I say a cold place, because the
starch would sour if kept in a warm
place many hours. Now, for the iron
ing. Iron first the neckband, then the
sleeves, then the back of the shirt,
then the front, and last the bosom.
Put under the bosom a rather hard,
smooth bosom-board; cotton flannel is
the best material for covering, and
one thickness under a plain muslin
cover is quite sufficient. Spread over
the bosom a wet cloth, and iron it over
quickly with a very hot iron; then re
move the cloth, and with a perfectly
smooth iron, as hot as can be used
without scorching, .rub the bosom rap
idly up and down, not crosswise, at tha
same time holding and pulling the
bosom into shape. If you have a pol
ishing iron, use the rounded part of
the iron, thus putting all the friction
on a small part at one time, giving full
benefit of the gloss of both starch and
linen. Table Talk.
Remarkably Intelligent Cows.
The other morning, a very sultry
one, two cows came to our gate, evi
dently on the lookout for something,
and after being at first somewhat puz
zled by their pleading looks, I be
thought myself that they might be in
want of water. No sooner had this
idea occurred to me than I had some
water brought in a large vessel, which
they took with great eagerness. The
pair then sauntered contentedly away
to a field near at hand. In about half
an hour or so we were surprised and
not a little amused by seeing our two
friends marching up to the gate, ac
companied by three other cows. The
water tap was again called into requi
sition, and the new comers 'were in
like manner helped liberally. Then,
with gratified and repeated "boo-oos"
a unanimous vote of thanks our
visitors marched off to their pasture.
It was quite clear to us that the first
two callers, pleased with their friendly
reception, had strolled down to their
sister-gossips and x dairy companions
and had informed them how, I can
not say, can you?-r-of their liberal en
tertainment, and then had taken the
pardonable liberty of inviting them up
to our cottage. Pall Mall Gazette.
AUTUMN DRESS GOODS.
Solid Colors Relieved By Pretty Trlmmlags
Will Be the Proper Tnlag.
Solid-colors, prevail, and. a special
feature of the season will be the trim
ming accompanying each dress pat
tern of plain wool goods, and woven
especially for it. This will be the
rule, instead of the combination of two
materials in one dress. These trim
mings consist of a separate and single
echarpc, or scarf, a panel for the front
of the skirt, a border on one 'selvage
or on both, corner pieces that extend
a short distance along the foot of the
skirt after having reached from the
belt to the foot, and . finally the hand
kerchief squares, or stripes surround
ing a very large square like a border.
Tapestry coloring and designs are
woven in the new scarfs that are
placed down the middle of the skirt, a
great flowered breadth being seen
there as if beneath the plain wool
sides that appear to open upon it
Leaves, grasses, fruit, catkins and
conventionalized flowers of large size
are on red or black grounds of some of
these scar's, while others have a dark
blue or grayish green ground; a band
of sage green smoothly woven then
surrounds the flowered stripe, and
there are "narrow stripes near the
selvage for trimming the bodice and
sleeves. Other tapestry designs of
smaller flowers and buds are on repped
silk grounds of the color of the exquis
itely fine wool they are to decorate,
and some of these have a wide plush
stripe down each side of the flowered
paneL
Still more elegant scarfs have a bor
der' of velours, with the design of flow
ers and leaves of black velvet of thick
heavy pile on colored grounds of pan
sy and peach shades, or copper-color,
green, reddish brown, very dark blue,
and the rust-color which is named in
honor of the Eiffel Tower. These
black figured trimmings are very
largely imported, and show clearly,
even at this early date, that it will be
sfe to employ black trimmings on
colored winter dresses very much in
. the way used last year. Both cut and
uncut velvets arc seen in these black
designs, one pretty pattern being of
black ostrich feathers on panels of
copper brown, dull green, EiTel rouge,
or of silver gr.-iy wool. Mohair is also
used in a very effective way for black
figures, leaves, pines, points and pyra
mids standing upward from the sel
vage, and in Roman vases and Egyptian
hieroglyphics on dull red, greeu and
rust brown wools, that form excellent
backgrounds for the lustrous black de
signs. Another way in which black
mohair is used is in woven imitations
of braid, either in straight rews like
wide Hercules braid, or else In intri
cate designs of narrow lines, like sou
tache. There are also tablier or side
panels of branching watered lines, like
ripples, woven in black on grounds to
match the camel's hair of tho gown,
and a small figured piece is added for
the plastron or vest.
A novelty for the coming season is
ladies' cloih (the smoothly woven
faced cloth used by tailors), with
woven borders of stripes along the
selvage, and in these the fancy for
black is also shown, two black stripes
--one four inches broad, the other
only two inches being a stylish bor
der for green, blue and rust-colored
cloths. Harper's Bazar.
BABY'S MENTAL EYES.
How They Are Opened During the First
Vear of Its Life.
In the last volume of the "Educa
tion Series" on The Development of
Intellect" Mr. II. W. Brown has pre
sented a conspectus of the observa
tions of Prof. Preyer on the mind of
the child, which shows chronologically
the gradual development of the senses,
intellect and will of the growing child,
and presents in a condensed form the
result of a great number of careful ob
servations. It is recorded that sensi
bility to light, touch, temperature,
smell and taste are present on the
first day of infant life. Hearing, there
fore, is the only special 6ense which is
not active at this time. The child
hears by the third or fourth day.
Taste and smell are senses at first
most active, but they are not differ
entiated. General organic sensations
of well being or discomfort are felt
from the first; but pain and pleasure,
as mental states, are not noted till at
or near the second month.
The first sign of speech in the shape
of utterance of consonant sounds is
heard in the latter part of the second
month, these consonants being gener
ally m," "r," "g" or t." All the
movements of the eyes become co
ordinate by the fourth month, and by
this time the child begins to have the
feeling of self." that is, he looks at
his own hands and looks at himself in
the mirror. The study of the child's
mind during the first year shows con
clusively that ideas develop and rea
soning processes occur before there is
any knowledge of words or of lan
guage; though it may be assumed that
the child thinks in symbols, visual or
auditory, which are clumsy equiva
lents for words. By the end of the
year the child begins-to express itself
by sounds that is, speech begins.
The development of this speech ca
pacity is. according to Preyer. in ac
cordance with the development of the
intellectual powers. By. the end of
the second year the child's power of
speech is practically acquired.
One on the Inspector.
A school inspector, hailing from
Glasgow, has the credit of telling the
following story on himself. It ought
to be premised that he is not tall and
has not been blessed with much per
sonal beauty; but he thinks himself
and deservedly so an excellent public
speaker. Examining a junior class
one day lately he wished to lead up to
breath" as the reply to a question.
He had no reply at first; but after a
pause, he said: What comes out of
my mouth?" A wee little fellow
promptly answered, 'Gas, sir!" After
ward, in explaining what an adjective
was. he said: "I am a man; put an
adjective before man.' I am a f"
"Little man!" exclaimed one hopeful.
The inspector does not like to be called
little. He said: "Well ah give me
another.n "Ugly little man!" shouted
a too literal boy. Toledo Blade.
V HOME AND FARM.
Grass should be made the basis of
our.pork In grass include , not only
common pasture, but clover and green
cornstalks.
Neat fences are characteristic of"
good farming. A farmer who lets his
fences go to ruin lets every tning else
go the same way, . nine times ou of
ten.
: Reports of large1 yields of corn
from certain new kinds should not in
duce farmers to discard the old varie
ties, as the soil, manure and climate
are the most important factors that
enter into the yield of a crop. 1 .
Quince Jelly: Cut quinces in
slices, pack in a kettle, and pour cold
water over them, boil until soft, strain
through a jelly bag. To a pint of"
juice, add a pint of sugar; boil until it
jellies. Woman's Magazine.
The best crop for a farmer is one--tbat
is the most profitable. The farm
ers who are most entitled to rewards
are those who produce crops and ani
mals at the largest profit. Chicago
Herald.
Somebody has discovered thai
peach-stones can be used as fuel, and
now they command six dollars a ton in
California. A sack of stones weigh
ing eighty pounds will last as long as
an equal weight of -coal and give great
er intensity of heat.
Frozen Peaches: A quart of canned
or fresh peaches a heaping pint of
granulated sugar, one quart of water.
Boil the sugar and water twelve min
utes, add the peaches and cook twenty
minutes longer. Rub through a sieve
and freeze. Take out the beater, and
stir in a pint of whipped cream lightly
with a spoon.
For mock or corn oysters grate the
corn from about a dozen large ears
and mix with it three tables poonfuls
of flour and the yelks of six eggs well
beaten. Season with salt and pepper.
Have an equal mixture of lard and
butter hot in the frying-pan, drop the
corn in cakes the sire of oys ers. fry
brown and serve hot.
When your potatoes are harvested
60w the ground to turnips. - There is
time enough for a crop to mature.
Turnips are er.celent for a winter ra
tion for cattle; they should be cuP up
in a root-cutter and fed with little
meal or bran. They are good regulat
ors of the digestive system, and herein
is their great value.
Where line stock is kept barbed
wire should not be used; bat if any
pasture is now fenced with that de
structive material, by plowing a fur
row or two around the pasture, inside
the fence, the danger will not be half
so great as without. The stock will
be able to distinguish the line at night,
and thus avoid being horribly mangled
and perhaps killed.
Nature has enabled some animals
to 6ee objects behind them as. well as
in front without turning around The
hare has this power in a marked de
gree. Its eyes are large, promineat
and placed laterally. " . Its power of
seeing things in the rear is very notice
able in grey hound coursing, for
though this dog is mute while running,
the hare is able to "judge , to a 'nicety
the exact moment at which it" will be
best for it to double." v
Peas to Bottle: Gather the peas
of a uniform size, discarJing all hard
ones and all very tiny ones. Put them
into boiling water, and let them boil
fast for a couple of minutes, then
strain the water on to the pods.
Pound these in it, and what good
thick juice can be got from them mix
with water sufficient to cover the peas
when in the bottle. Boil this with salt
for a quarter of an hour. Fill the
bottles with peas, and while the water
is hot pour it over them. When cold,
tie down welL f
Raspberry Dessert: Put one quart
of milk over, the fire In a milk-boiler,
thicken it with two heaping spoonfuls
of cornstarch, blended in a little cold
milk. Stir in also a level teaspoonful
of salt and a level cup of sugar; boil
one moment, then into a wet bowl pour
one-third of the hot mixture; then lay
in lightly one-third of a quart of red
raspberries, then another portion of
the mixture, then berries again the
mixture on the top; when cold put on
the ice; serve with cream. N. "ST. In
dependent. CARE OF THE HOGS.
Precaution That Hit. to Be Adopted
with the Co mine of Cold Xlffhts.
. With the coming of cold nights or
cold rains, trouble may be expected
in the swine department of most farms.
It is therefore in order to caution the
breeder about checking cough among
the pigs. Some strong wood ashes
mixed with their drink or swill, will,
as a rule, check the cold at once; but
lye in the proportion of a pint to three ,
gallons of water or swill, is nrobahlv .
better stilL Ordinary soft soap" "f '
such as every family usually has is a
good substitute for the above. Com- ,'
mon sense suggests that a "cold" if
not stopped will result ' in lung fever
or some ol tne other febrile com- c
plaints.
Of course, prevention of disease is
the most to be desired. A sheltered
sleeping place, after frost sets in. is
one good sanitary point. But unless
the sleeping apartments are sub-divided
to prevent more than five or six
large hogs or double that number of
shoates from "piling up" together, the j
shelter does not accomplish much ex- j
cept in warding off dews and frosts.
A variety of grain food some of it oM 1
corn (as well as the new, along with ; I
a "bran and oats slop," once a day, is
desirable. Plenty of rock salt, always
accessible, is good to keep the system
in tone. Clover, blue-grass or other
pasture is an advantage to growing f
bogs, and in fact to most fattening .
stock in autumn. As a rule, however,
care should be exercised, on frosty
mornings, to prevent the stock, young
pigs and shoats especially, from going
into the pasture before the frost is off
the grass. Cold dews or frost is the
cause of much of the diarrhoea among
pigs. Recalling of experiences' and
consultation with a fellow-breeder win
give the farmer and pork-grower
other rules of value to be obserred.
Diligent care Is the . watchword.
Orange Judd Farmer.
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