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HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL, DESPEKANDUM. Two Dollars per Annum. VOL. XI. RIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1881. NO. 28. mm ' , Vhat Is the (Jain? Vht is the gain? H 'mo should rnn a noblo race, And at the last, with weary pace, Win to the goal, and find his roars - A harvest field of waste aud te'ars, Of tnrmoil and of buried trust, Itioh with dead hopes and hitter dust, told strife and sneer and ceaseless pain, What is the gain? What is the gain? When, having reached a sunlit height, Through barren sweeps ol gloomful night, Hoping to see beyond the crest Fair lauds of beauty and of rent, There lies before, stretched far away Unto the confines of the day A desolate hud shadoless plain, What Is the gain? What is the gain? To sail for months of cold and toil Across wide seas, where winds recoil, Only to gather strength and roar A louder challenge than before. And iiiid, when through fogs thick and dun The rocky coast at last is won, No haven from the storm-vexed main,2 What is the gain? What is the gain? The race is won, we see the light, We conquer where the storm-winds fight; We show the way to those who wait With faint hearts by the walls of fate; Our banners nutter in the van Of battles fought for thought and man, Aud iguoiance aud darkness wane, This is the gain. A WIDOWS' PROPOSALS; Or, Testing a Lover Worth Having. CHAPTEB i. " " My dear Mrs. Hartley, what can 1 say more to convince you of the truth?" " Nothing, Mr. Roberts. I am not a girl now, but a woman of thirty." " Barely not. You don't look twenty five." - Mrs. Hartley's eyes opened a little more widely, and she gave Frank Roberts so bearching a look that he saw that he had made a mistake, and hast ened to try aud recover lost ground. "You doubt me again," he whinnered. " I tell you that in my eyes you do not seem to lie twenty-five. Mrs. Hartley Julia why an you so hard upon the man who loves you with all his heart i" " lie-cause I am a widow, Mr. Roberts, and trouble has made me hard ana woriily." " It, bwjuie you were married to a xu'iu nil-1 co.iii not appreciate youi woitii, i.uii who il'il not do his duty bj jo.i." " wiipi us'' v." say no more about ltti iiti)i.u i, Mr Unbelts," said tin Luly, ciii iis. ilr. Hartley was a just man, i. if h ails sIl-iu." " Yes, rvs, foui-e," said the other "Oh, wliut n unlucky wretch I am Here am 1 trying to advance my cause, I came to tho picnic on purpose; 1 hav implored you to listen to me, and here I am constantly saying things you don't like, and making myself stand lower iu your favor tLau I did a month ago.'- "Nonsense, Mr. Robeits," said the lady, smiling, and her face wore a very winning txpres-tion asshe spoke. "Why cannot we ri-uiain friends as we have been before ? hy," she added, laugh inc, " should I marry again ?" "Why?" he whispered, passionately, ard certainly Frank Roberts just then looked very mauly and handsome as he pleaded his caiihe with the lair widow. " Why ?" he whiepered, bending toward her; "as a duty as a woman to make the man happy who loves you with all his hi art and soul. Oh, Julia, be mer ciful to me when I plead to you like this, when Oh, Heaven 1 this is too bad. You are laughing." "Guilty, Mr. Roberts," said the widow; " but how could I help it when I find you talking to me like a hero in a story. I can only think it droll, and of course I laugh." " If I did not know you to be all that is tender and lovable and good," he cried, " I should think your heart was of Btone." "Now you are trying the compli mentary tact, Mr. Roberts, and you know what I taid about my age. Flease do remember that I am not a young girl." " I remember nothing but that I love you passionately," he cried, "and that I would do anything, even to plunging into yon river, if it would make you happy." "And pray how could your doing such a silly thing as jumping into the water and getting muddy and wet make me happy ?'' she asked, merrily. " You would be happier if I were dead," he cried, tragically. "Good ' gracious,' not" she cried. "There's plenty of room in this world for both. But now look here, Mr. Rob erts, you say you have fallen deeply iu love wi'h me." " I adore you," he cried, rapturously. . "Heavens, what a goddess 1 must be," she said, merrily. " Well, then, you worship me, and I understand from your discourse, Mr. Roberta, that you would do arfythiug to make me happy." "Indeed on my soul I would." " There is no occasion to Bwear it, Mr, Roberts," said the widow. " Proof will do." " How can 1 prove it ? Tell me," he cried. " By talking no more nonsense to me for the rest of the day." " Mrs. Hartley I Julia !" - "And by taking me at once back to the slope there, where they are spread ing the cloths, and giving me some dm ner." . "I will," he cried. " For I feel half starved goddess though i be," she said, mockingly. "But one moment more," he said. "No.no, nor half a moment," she said, firmly. " We shall have the erood natured people of the party making all . kinds of unpleasant remarks about my invoious oiuiavior as it is. " Why should we care for the ill-na. tured remarks of the malevolent ?" he exclaimed. "I dont know whether you need care," she said, quietly, " but I care a great deal, and I do not disown it. 111- natured, scandalous remarks make me feel uncomfortable. Now, Mr. Roberts, will yon give me your arm, or shall I walk back alone ?" " My arm my hand my heart 1" lie exclaimed, passionately. "Oh, Julia I" " Gracious, man," she cried, flushing with impatience, "didn't I tell you that I was horribly hungry ? Goddesses want feeding like other people, and we had just made a bargain that you were not to talk any more stuff. There goes Miss Rollton, young, sanguine and fas cinating, waiting for a cavalier. Go and talk to her. She'll enjoy things that only worry me. Why, what a silly man you are to want to marry an elderly widow, instead of some nice, bright young girl." Frank Roberts, the handsomest nan iu the large party, heaved a deep sigh, and offering his arm led the lady back to where beneath the umbrageous trees the substantial cold collation was rap idly being spread, and soon after Mrs. Hartley was seated upon an overccat, folded into a cushion, and dining with excellent appetite off the various viands of the feast. chapteh n. The scene of the above mentioned conversation was a pleasant green path in extensive grounds on the bauks of the river Thames at Oookham. The place was dotted with well-dressed people, forming atoms in the whole of the great picnic being held on as lovely a June day as ever added beauty to that charm ing portion of our national river. It might have been supposed that upon such a day happiness would have ruled supreme; but it was not so, for sev eral members of the party were not in the best of tempers. For instance, Mrs. Hartley, beneath her pleasant smile, felt anything but content. More than that, she was rather bored. The protestations of Frank Uoberts troubled her. She liked him well enough, but she had her doubts of his stability, and a suspicion had planted itself firmly in her mind to the effect that he cared more for the handsome sum of money left unconditionally to her by her late husband than he did for her handsome face and thoroughly honest heart. Then, too, Mr. Frank Roberts, after contriving his opportunity to make a declaration, had been so dissatisfied by I ho result that he had gone aside, after placing his inamorata in a good place, to obtain a glass of lemonade, and swore ut the attendant for not putting in moie sugar. Doubtless there were other discon tented swains and ladies, but with them we have nothing to do, but will turn at onre to n couple who were stroilr.ig ilowly by the river's brink; an elderly man with bent shoulders and white hair, mil one about middle age, slightly griz zled, and with a massive head and thoughtful face, that would have been plain but for his magnificent gray eyes. "Hah 1" said the elder, in a sour tone of voice, " some men do make fools of Miemselves; and how can you be such an idiot, Morris, as to let that showy butterHy of a fellow carry off a really qood little woman from under your nose I Can't think. I always fancied you loved her." "So I do, doctor, with all my heart." 1 Then, hang it, man, marry her." " What, and make her unhappy .-doctor? No, I love her too well for that." "Stuff and nonsense, man I" "It is no stuff and nonsense, doctor. She cares for Roberts. Look at them yonder. Why should I interfere ?" " .because it isn't right, and I don t like it. That fellow Roberts is a scoun drel, I'm sure; and all he wants is the widow's money; and as soon as he had got that he would break her heart. Hang it, man, go and cut him out. Go and propose." " I did, doctor." " Well ?" " She bade mo wait; asked for time. I esteemed her delicacy, and have waited. There is the result." " Humph 1" said the old doctor. "Well, I'm sorry deuced sorry. Hart ley was a very old friend of mine, and iu his last illness he said to me : ' Of course, it's natural that my dear young wife should some day want to marry again. Watch over her, doctor, and see if you can that she does not become the prey of a scoundrel. Tie your money up tight,' I said to him. No, doctor,' he said, ' I love her too well to insult her like that. God bless her I've every confidence in her. She shall do as she pleases, and I thank her for bear ing so long with the whims and caprices of an old husband.' Ha 1 it's a strange world." Luke Morris nodded his head and joined the party at dinner, where he tried to cast on his gloom, and fate throwing him near the pretty widow, he was quiet and polite to "tier, almost to the point of reserve; but through all she could read a chivalrous respect to her feelings, and she knew that he had seen her interview that morning with Rob eits. Directly after dinner the doctor came up smiling and asked Mrs. Hartley if she would take a stroll with him. She agreed with alacrity, telling herself that sue would then be free of lovers; and they went down to the river's side, where, in the course of a long conversa tion, the doctor turned it into a series of remarks concerning the early life of tne late Mr. Hartley. " As good and true hearted a man as ever I knew, said the doctor. "He was, indeed!" said the widow, and she wiped away a very genuine tear. " I esteemed him as much as any man I ever knew, for I think he tried hard to atone for the past. "Atone for the past, doctor ?" said the widow, wonderingly. " Ye es 1 The way he got his money, you know." "Got his money, doctor?" cried the widow, turning pale. " What do you mean r " Well, my dear, it's hardly worth raking up; but I always thought it my duty to tell you in ease you felt dis posed by a few acta of charity to try and make up for what there was wrong in it." "But, doctor, " she said, excitedly, " pray explain yourself." I i" There, there, don't be in a flurry," he said, taking another pinch. "No body knows it down here; but Hartley used to keep" He leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. "Oh, doctor I" she cried, turning pale and then bursting into tears. " What have you done ? I could never be happy again if I kept that money. Oh, how dreadful I" "Hush, hush, my dear child; what are you talking about? What nonsense. It wasn't you fault." " No, indeed 1" she said. " But sooner than keep money got in that manner I'd go and perform the most menial duties." " But yon don't mean to say you would give it up?" he said. " Give it up? Every penny, doctor," she said, with her eyes flashing and cheeks flaming. " I could not keep a shilling. I could not do it, and Yes, Mr. Roberts. Thanks, not now; I would rather sit hero for a while; or, no, I will go for a walk with you, if you will have me," and darting a sorrowful, half angry look at the doctor, she roso, took Frank Roberts' arm and they strolled away. "How lovely the country is," said Roberts, before they had gone far. " Delightful I" she replied, dreamily. " I could live here forever with a sympathizing heart," he said, with a sigh. "That sounds a long time, Mr. Rob erts," she said, quickly. " Oh, no," he cried, " not with you. The days would glide by like a dream of bliss." "And what about the years, Mr. Rob erts, when I had grown old and plain ? You forget that I am your senior, and that I am not a girl of twenty." " I forgot nothing, and yet 1 know nothing," he exclaimed, "only that you are the only woman I could love, and that I love you with all my heart." "Indeed?", she said, laughing. " Why, what can there be in me a poor, penniless widow of thirty, to at tract so handsome and young a man as you?" "Mocking again," he said, appealiug ly. " How you love to torture me, Julia." " Excuse me, Mr. Roberts; lam Julia only to my nearest and dearest friends. What is more, I am not mock ing. What I said was the simple, sober truth." " What 1 that you are a poor, penniless widow?" he said, laughing. "Yes," she said. "From this day forth a little annuity of eighty pounds a year is all I have on which to live." "You are joking with me, Mrs. Hart ley," he said, laughing; "but why do you tell me all this ? What do you "sup pose I care about whether you are rich or poor ? To me you will always be rich in every virtue, and now once more listen to my prayer." "les, when 1 have undeceived you," she said. " Mr. Roberts, it is my duty to let you know my true circumstances. I feel assured that you nave too gener ous a heart to have approached me from mercenary motives." " Thank you, and bless you, he ex claimed. "It is you only that I love." " Under these circumstances, then, I have concluded, as I am poor and the handsome incomt I have enjoyed goes from me at once, that it would be un just to you to accept your generous offer to make me your wife. We will remain friends, then, Mr. Roberts, but that is all." "Do I understand you aright?" ho exclaimed.' " Perfectly," she replied. " I shall try and bear it," he said, in a resigned tone of voice; " but iiever while this heart beats shall I cease to love you or to pray for your welfare, dearest Mrs. Hartley." " Thank you, Mr. Itoberts, she said. quietly; and somehow, instead of their steps taking them farther from the company, they began to approach them rapidly, joining a group of ladies, and in a few minutes Mrs. Hartley was with out a cavalier. CHAFTKB III. " I always doubted him." she said to uerseir. "tie did want me for my money. Heavtns, what a wretched world it is for a man to be protesting and swearing as he did, and then to give up so easily as soon as he heard that I was penniless. Well, thank Heaven, that is one escape. She remained very thoughtful for a time, for there was the other proposal of marriage she had received, the one to which she had promised some day to give an answer. Suppose Luke Morris, the ouiet. thoughtful, manly student, should prove to be as sordid as Frank Roberts. As she mused upon this, hardly heed ing the babble going on all around, she 1 trembled at the glance within which she obtained of her own feelings. It came upon her by surprise that she really loved this quiet, middle-aged man in despite of his plain features and stern ways. "And suppose he did prove to be onlv a money-wooer? Oh, it would be dread ful 1" she muttered, as the tears started to her eyes. She had hardly dashed them away before she saw Morris approaching slowly and thoughtfully, and in spite of the suffering which she knew it would cause her, she made up her mind on the instant to open the ball by telling Mr. Morris of her altered circumstances. "Ah, Mrs. Hartley," he said, approach ing her with his grave smile and extend ing his hand, "other people engross you so much that it is only by chance one can get a word with you. May I ?" He offered his arm, and trembling and changing color she took it, and he led her along the river side, both of them being silent, for he was thinking deeply, and she was beating about for words to commence what would be to her now a most painful subject. one len that she was growing more and more agitated, and as if sooner than lose him, to whom she now realized that her heart clung, she would retract her intention of giving up her late husband's ill-gotten store. Luke Morris relieved her of the diffi culty of speaking by commencing him- aeii. " My dear Mrs. Hartley," he said " a pionio party of pleasure seems an ill chosen time for speaking to you, but theio are nmllois of such urgent import in tilir liveq that wo nro compelled to seize any opportunity for saying what perhaps may prove distasteful things." " Yes of courso exactly," she stam mered. "There," he said, turning upon her a grave, kindly smile, "I meant to speak to you in plain and simple words, and I find myself, old as I am, as agitated as some youth. I will try and be plain." " Yes," she said, quickly; " please," and her breath came shorter in her agitation. " I have just learned some vory seri ous news." "Indeed?" she said, her voice shak ing in spite of herself. "Yes. I have learned from two sources that yonr Jate husband's fortune leaves yon at once, and that you will be almost penniless. Is it true ?" "Yes," she said, "quite; and you have come to say that I was not to think anything more of what you asked me a short time back." He looked at her half surprised, half hurt, and then smiled sadly. " May I ask you one question ?" ho said. " Yes," she repliod, in a quick, sharp, agitated way. " It is a plain one, but my happiness depends upon your reply, and I ask you boldly, have you promised your hand to Mr. Roborts?" "No I" she cried, with her eyes flash ing scorn, " nor to any such mercenary creatnre." "Then there is hope for mo, Julia," he said, in a low, deep voico. "A month back I folt that it was presump tuous to ask yon, and that my sent ments might be misjudged. It is still presumption on my part, but I cannot bo charged with iiordid motives now, and I am glad that the money I looked upon as an obstaclo is no longer there. 1 cannot oiler you much more than a comfortable home, but I will try and make that home rich, Julia, with the devotion of a life." She panted and trembled and tried to speak, but her emotion choked her, and so overcome was she by tho different way iu which matters had turned, that in spite of her strength of mind, she broke into a passionate burst of hysteri cal weeping, and unresistingly mobbed herself calm upon his breast. Luke Morris blessed the thick clumps of bushes that Lid them from the rest of the company, and be blessed the day Mrs Hartley's poverty he blessed her for letting him draw her unresistingly closer and closer to his breast, where she sobbingly told him that she Rhould only be a burden to him for life, and finally she walked away with him, radiant and happy, and with her cheeks and eyes telling tales. They passed Frank Roberts soon after with one of the Grant by girls, a rather plain brunette, with a handsome posi tion; and Roberts looked a little con scious, though he need not have troubled himself, for the blush on Mrs. Hartley's cheek was called forth now, not from meeting him, but on ac count of meeting the old doctor, who looked curiously from one to the other. " May I tell him, Julia?" whispered Morris. "Yes." " Uoctor, Julia Hartley has prom ised to be my wife," said Morris, quietly. " Has she ?" cried the old man, and his scarred, wrinkled face lit up with a broad smile. " I'm glad of it. Julia, my child, I m glad of it, for you ve won a true, sterling man for a husband; and as for you, Morris oh, I'm ashamed of yon you mercenary dog." " Mercenary t 1 mercenary," ex claimed Morris. " Well, come, that is good. Why, you told me an hour ago that Mrs. Hartley s fortune was gone. "To be sure I did." " And it is quite right," said Mrs, Hartley. ' "At least it will be gone." "Not it, my dear," said the old doc tor, chuckling. " That was a dodge of mine to try for you which of your lov- ers wae worth ? having, it was my touchstone, and you see it showed you at once that Roberts was base metal, and Morris here true gold." " But do you mean to say, doctor, ' cried the : lady. " that what you said about Mr. Hartley s property was un true?" " Every word of it, my dear." " Then you are a base, cruel, wicked old man; if my. poor dead husband, whom you called ycur friend, could know how you defamed him " " He would slap me on the back as he used to do, my dear, and call me his true friend for securing by a trick a genuine honest man for his wife, in' stead of a heartless, mercenary scoun drel; and, (iod bless you both, 1 wish you joy." Mrs, Hartley only exclaimed " Oh I aud wheu the doctor pressed her hand she evidently forgave him. for she pressed his warmly in return. But when Frank Roberts found out the truth, he was furious, and called the doctor a bad name, that perhaps would be as well not to mention here while he said it again for the benefit of Luke Morris on the morning when he led the pretty widow to churoh to change her name. Heavy Gambling. " What is the biggest winnings you ever knew or t i asked ol an expert enced mew xorker. "I have heard many fabulous stories." said he, " but I will speak only of what 1 know. J saw lien wood, former pro' priotor of the Daily News, one night at a game of faro, a game made up of gamblers, win $125,000. He borrowed 82,500 from Judge MoCann to begin on and he went away with every pocket stuffed with checks and bills. The cigar seller in the gambling rooms told me that Wood that night smoked $70 worth of cigars. "That is impossible." " A fact, I assure you. He took cigars costing about $1 each, and lighting one end began in his nervous way to eat the other, and in about two minutes he would take a fresh one." Correspondent St. Louti Republican, A Boiling Lake. Professor Henry A. Ward, formerly of the University of Rochester, N. Y., ih writing letters touching his travels in iNew Zealand, some of which detail singular experiences. In his last he says : I came from Auckland by steamer south for 125 miles along the east coast to the town of Tamanga. I hired a twenty-ton cutter and started to visit the sea volcano. Wc sailed all night and at daybreak we had before us great mountain of black scoria, 8110 feet high, from the top of which, with much force, went white clouds of vapor to a height of fully 2,000 feet. Reach ing tho shore it was not easy traveling, for in places the black pebbles of the beach were V stir with water boiling up through th i water so hot that a misstep might scald the foot seriously. At this point the crater wall has been broken down almost to the sea level and we could look into the great hollow isl and. The crater is circular, a full mile in diamotor, and hemmed in by walls many hundred feet high and very pre cipitous. Tho crater floor was an un even plain of volcanic ash and scoria, with many littlo fumarolos or blow holes, through which hot sulphur va pors came wheezing out, while every few minutes there was beneath our font a smart trembling and a low, dull rolling roar. Tho smoko of vapor began to thicken as wo went along and wo soon found tho cause. We were stopped short by a great lako of stoarn- tig water, quite filling this end of tho crater, and being, as we could see when the clouds lifted, nearly half mile from either side. The water wa too hot to comfortably bear the hand in t, and was further insupportable to either toueh or taste by a strong infu sion of alum and sulphuric acid which bit painfully at any scratch or sore upon our skin. On the further border of the lake and half around its shore was a row of the most violent solfataras I ave ever seen. They had built for themselves littlo pillar-like cones from ten to thirty feet high and a yard or two in diameter at its base, and through these open chimneys they were irumpct- ng steam and roaring sulphuric- gases with a violence that was frightful to con template, and such demoniacal screech ing and din as ailiicted our ears, even ns the long distance where we stood. We dragged the rowboat along the vol cano's floor and launched it upon the boiling lake. The water of the lako was of a milky opaque cast, but wo could feel with our oars that it was in most places not over ten feet deep. Lines upon the shore showed that it daily rose and fell slightly with the tide of the sea outside. In many spots tho water was boiling furiously with so much froth and foam, while etill its heat was much below the boiling point of 212 Fahrenheit. These were dangerous places, the abundant air in the water diminished materially its buoyancy, and our boat sank alarmingly low in cross ing them. We landed across the lake at one of the solfataras nearest to the beach and proceeded to demolish it with our oars. It was a chimDey about two feet in diameter, clay without, and within it was lined with crystals of sul phur of a beautiful straw-yellow, splashed with vermilion spots. Pushing in the top of this chimney the frafi nients would first fall down its throat and then come flying put into the air, with explosions that were amusingly like a prolonged stentorian cough. How Easy It is to Pie. . If I had strength to hold a pen, I would write how easy and delightful it is to die, were the last words of tho celebrated surgeon, William Hunter; aud Louis XI . is recorded as savinf?. with his last breath, " I thought dying had been more diiheult. That the painlessness of death in owing to some benumbing influence acting on the sensory nerves may be in ferred from the fact that untoward ex ternal surroundings rarely trouble tho dying. Uu the day that jiord uoiiinfewood breathed his last the Mediterranean was tumultuous; those elements which had been the scene of his past glories rose and fell in swelling undulations and seemed as if rocking him to sleep. Captain Thomas ventured to ask if he was disturbed by the tossing of the ship. " No. Thomas." he answered, am now in u state that nothing can dis turb be more I am dying, aud I am sure it must bo consolatory to you and all that love me to see how comfortably I am coming to my end. In the Quarterly Review there is re- luted an instance of a criminal who es caped death from hanging by the break' ing of the rope. Henry IV., of France sent his physician to examine him, who reported that after a moment's suffer ing the man saw an appearance like fire, across which appeared a' most beautiful avenue of trees. hen a pardon was mentioned the prisoner coolly replied that it was not worth asking for. Those who have been near death from drown ing, and afterward restored to conscious ness, assert that the dying suffer but little pain. Captain Marryatt states that his sen sations at one time when nearly drowned were rather pleasant than otherwise. " The first struggle for life once over, the water closing around me assumed the appearance of waving green fields. It is not a feeling of pain, but seems like sinking down overpowered by sleep, in the long, soft grass of the cool meadow." Now, this is precisely the condition presented in. death from disease. In sensibility comes on, the mind loses consciousness of external objects, and death rapidly and placidly ensues from asphyxia. A Tied Wrist. Boys are too often cured of bad judg ment by a melancholy example, or by suffering for it themselves. The Meril lan (Wis.) Leader relates a sad and fatal accident that will suggest carefulness to all who read it. George Ives, a boy twelve years old, started t j ride one of his father's horses to water with the halter fastened around his wrist. The horse ran away, with him, throwing him off, and dragging him on the ground and among the stumps, crushing "his head and one arm almost to a jelly. Hp. was alive when picked up, but died in a few minutes. THE FARM. AXD HOUSEHOLD. Chloride of I,lme. he CuUirinfeur, a French journal, says tht if chloride of lima be spread on the soil or near plant", insects and ver min will not be found near them, and adds: By its moans plants will easily be protected from insect plagues by simply brushing over their stems with a solution of it. It has often been no ticed that a patch of land which has been treated in this way remains relig iously respected by grubs, while the unprotected beds around are literally devastated. Fruit trees may be guarded from the attacks of grubs by attaching to their trunks pieces of tow smeared with a mixture of hog's lard, and ants and grubs already in possession will rapidly vacate their position. Butter flies, again, will avoid all plants whose leaves have been sprinkled over with lime wat. Urnftlna the Urnpe. The past twenty years I have grafted and propagated many thousands of grapevines In my greenhouse and in the field; have tried almost every month in the year, and I find April or May the best time, or when the buds are just bursting or pushing; then no sap will trouble or drown out the graft, as is the case when the grafting is done in the fall or early spring, as heretofore recom mended. Hueh grafting will moBt sure ly jirove a failure. I use no wax; clay is much better; but the scions must be kept balk. Graft below ground on young, thrifty plants. No good grafter would ever think of grafting old snags or old trees that ought to be cut down; and so with old vines that have been neglected and not renewed, they are no better than old snags, and it is time lost to try to improve such self-exhausted and worn-out plants. Nor can graft ing be done by every one without experience. No grafter is always suc cessful in grafting the apple or pear, much less iu grafting the grape, as it is quite a different process, although quite simple to one who knows how. Canada Farmer. Liberal I'sc of.tlanurr. J. Bridpeman, of the Elmira Farmers' club, illustrates the value of the liberal application of barnyard manure by the following story: A story of my early observation comes to my mind. When I was eighteen years old my father was going away from the farm for a few days, and he gave me a task to perform in his absence. It was to draw out ma nure to a lot assigned. I had a young associate, Perry Stowell, to help me, but neither of us knew how closely the loads should be placed, so we drew seventy-five loads with a yoke of three' year-old steers and one horse as our team, and when we had finished it was found that wo had put all those big loads on an acie and a half. That was more than thirty years ago, but the ground that was dressed so heavily has m all that time never forgotten the ap plication. If I plow it for grain I get a bigger crop than from any other like area iu the field, it brings more corn, more grass; in fact, it feels that manure to this day, although I cannot suppose any of its substance is left. The fact is it made that acre aud a half so much better than other laud alongside that bigger crops were a matter of course, and the very fact of raising big- cer crops implies more refuse matter to decay in the soil and so maintain fertility in the first place imparted, in this case.by the seventy-five loads of manure. There is always a stiller sod, stronger growth on that land, making it worth enough more to pay for what at the time was considered wasteful use of the manure American Xhcep. It is a reproach to the farmers of America that we are compelled to import much of the wool with which to make our necessary wearing appaicl. WTe want more and better sheep than we have ever had before, and instead of this being a market for foreign wool the current should be turned the other way. The best we can do, however, it will be a long time before we can spare any of our wool in foreign markets, and, indeed, we may feel proud when our production is snmcient to fairly mee the home demand, which it must be re membered is being very materially aug mented by emigration to our shores, while upon the other hand there is a corresponding decrease in the demand iu the countries Irom which these emi grants come, owing to the same cause. One obstacle to a more general sheep- raising has been the seemingly depressed condition of the wool market for many years, in view of the fact, how ever, that the losses of sheep during the last winter were greater than of any other kind ol stock, the gradually strengthening demand at the present time would seem to warrant the general belief that flockmasters will not have to accept mean compensation for their labor. Drovers' Journal. Recipe. Spiced Apple Tabts. Rub stewed tart apples through a sieve; sweeten and flavor with mace or cinnamon; line soup plates with a crust, fill with the apple and lay bars of crust a quarter of an inch wide over the top of the tart, Uake till the crust is done. Plain Puddino. Here is a recipe for a good and simple pudding: One pint of Hour, halt a cup of sugar, thiee quarters of a cup of sweet milk, one tablespoon ful of butter, two teaspoon fuls of baking powder. Bake for twenty minutes; serve with any good pudding sauce. Tomato Sotrp. To one quart of water add eight large tomatoes; cut them in small pieces, boil for twenty minutes. then put in half a teaspoonful of soda: let it boil a few minutes more, then add about a pint of sweet milk; season as you would oysters; bread crumbs, sago, parley or nee may be added. Riok Fbuit Pcpdino. One large tea cup rice, a little warm water to cook i partially; dryr line an earthen basin with the rice; fill up with quartered apple or any frnit you choose. Cover with rice; tie a cloth over the top and steam one hour; to be eaten with sweet sauce. Do not butter the dish, Mowing. Into the fields both young and old With gay hearts went; The pleasant fields, all green and gold, All tflowera and scent. And first among thorn old man Mack, With his two grandsons, Harry and Jack Two eager boya whose foot kept time n rest loss fashion to this rhyme: Sharpen the scythe and bend the back, Rwiug the arm for an even track; Through daisy blooms and nodding grass Straight and clean must the mower pass. There are tasks that boys mast learn, not found In any book Taaka on the harvest and haying ground, By wood and brook. When! waa young but few could bring nto the field a cloansr awing. But you must take my place to-day, Cut the grass and scatter the hay, So sharpen the scythe and bend the back, Swing the arm for an even track; Through daisy blooms and nodding grass Straight and clean musttho mower.pass. Straight and clean is the only way You'll find that out In other things than cutting hay, I make no doubt. So be sure through the nodding grass Straight and clean with your scythe to pass; It Is far better than any play To mow the grass and toss the hay, Bo sharpen the scythe and bend the back, Swing the arm for an even track; Through dai-sy blooms and nodding grass Straight and clean must the mower uava. llarperif Young Folks. HUMOR OF THE DAY. How is it that the dresses ladies want to wear out are mostly worn indoors ? Wit and isd .m. The milkman evidently looks upon his battered quart as a measure of economy. Boston Trar-script. A morning paper remarks facetiously that " No man likes better to meat his customers than the butcher. Vice versa, it may be remarked that there are lots of customers who don't liketon.eet their butchers. Louisville Courier Jour nal. A Chicago woman caught a burglar prowling around in her back yard one night and threw him over a high fence. This seems to confirm the theory that American women are growing stout. Cincinnati Stitwday Night. A Leadville man in one week was at tacked and scratched by a catamount, hurt by an explosion, had a boulder roll uown on mm ana stave in two rius, uuu was kicked by a mule. And a lojal ditor remarked that he had " been Bomewhat annoyed by circumstances lately." "Billl hey Bill! yer daddy wants you 1" " What does he want with me?" roars Bill, waist deep iu the river. "Guess he wants to make ye a nice cane, howled Jack; " lie a tnmmin on a hickory stick about three foot long." 13111, merely remarking that he is not lame and does not need a cane to swim with, strikes out for a sand island about a hundred yards from tho Burlington shore. Hawkey e. The Newspaper iu a I armhmise. People who live near the great thor oughfares, where they have access to two or three dailies and a halt dozen weeklies, do not fully appreciate the value of a newspaper. They come, in deed, to look upon them as necessities, and they would as cheerfully do without their morning meal as their morning mail. But one must be far off in the country, remote from " the maddening crowd," to realize the full luxury of a newspapor. The farmor who receives but one paper a week does not glance over its columns hurriedly, with au air of impatience, as docs your merchant or lawyer. lie begius with, the beginning and reads to the close, not permitting a news item or an advertisement to escape his eye. Then it has to be thumbed by every member of the family, each one looking for things in which he or she is most interested. The grown-up daugh ter looks fc- ihe marriage notices, and is delighted if the editor has treated them to a love story. The sou who is just about to engage in farming, with an enthusiasm that vill carry him lar in advance of his father, reads all the crop reports and has a keen eye for hints about improved modes of culture. The younger members of the family come in for the amusing anecdotes and scraps of fun. All look forward to the day that shall bring the paper with the liveliest interest, and if by some nnlujky chance it fails to come it is a bitter disappoint ment. One can hardly estimate the amount of information which a paper that is not only read but studied can carry into a family. They have, week by week, spread before their menial visiou a panorama of the busy world, its fluctuations and its concerns. It is the poor man's library, tnd furnishes as much mental food as he has timo to consume and digest. No one who has observed how much those who are far avay from the places where men most congregate value their weekly paper can fail to join in invoking a blessing on the inventor of this means of intel lectual enjoyment. Cedar Rairids Re publican, How to Eat a Watermelon, Instruction in eating watermelon is given by theHa-ltimare American, which should be good authority, as it is pub lished in the melon region. The hotel plan of cutting a watermelon like a tu lip, and putting a lump of ice in it, is condemned, becanse ice should never touch the pulp; but a buriaFot the un cut melon in ice lor two days is wise. Then cut lengthwise and eat between meals. "People deal unjustly with this fruit sometimes by eating a hearty din ner nrst, and then topping on witn a melon, a.id then if a moral earthquake seta up in the intei ior they charge it to the melon. The watei melon was in tended as an episode an interludiwa romance without words a noctur c in green and red not ta be miugled with bacon and greens. Its indulgence leaves a certain epi gas trial expansion but this is painless and evanescent. The remedy is to looeen the waistband and take another slice,"