QUEER OLD MANSION, j
Known in History *as the Clean
Drinking Manor.
Was Ilailt In 1750 and Still In Giceh
lent Condition—Washington’*
lame Associated
with It.
[Special Washington Letter.]
ALTHOUGH the law of entail*
rnent is fixed in the common
law and the statutory laws of
Great l’.ritain, there has never been
any effort made to engraft that ex
crescence of aristocracy upon the
laws of our land. Therefore it is
strange and almost anomalous to
find an estate which has been in one
family for more than 200 years on
tl.k continent, and near the capital
city of our great republic.
As the French origin of the word is
well known it will not be necessary
to explain to readers that the law
of entaihueut is a “cutting off” of an
estate from all other estates, so that
it proceeds directly from one heir to
another, through many generations.
Although the law is a rule by which
estates are fixed it also extends iu
some instances to incorporeal hered
itaments in law. It was with refer*
enee to this that Prior wrote of
“Joab’s blood, entailed on Judah’s
crown.”
Driving over the country roads
north and northwest of this city it
fcumn lint liappcus mat me
residents here come upon places of
historic interest which are not known
to the public and have no place in
history. Such a place is Clean Drink
ing manor, within an hour's drive of
the executive mansion, on a road
over which not less than three score
of our people travel every day in
their peregrinations for pleasure and
recreation. The old manor house is
sheltered by foliage and does not at
tract the attention of casual observ
ers. H is half surrounded by a broad
veranda as beautiful originally as
any of the verandas of colonial and
uhte-colonial days.
Built in 17 jO the venerable frame
mansion is yet in good condition, al
though time has dealt unsparingly
with it, giving the outer timbers a
weather-beaten appearance and wear
ing away some of the interior wood*
work. But there are very few evi
dences of decay in any portion of
the place. There have been no
changes nor alterations made in the
house. On one side is clustered
what remains of the old kitchen and
servants’ quarters, built of bricks
made in England.
On the other side, surrounded by
an old-fashioned stone wall, is the
manor garden, now overgrown with
hedges of boxwood, which at one
time bordered the trim, fancifully
shaped flower beds, but are now so
thick that they completely hide the
little beds they used to outline
Bound the entire garden, inside the
stone wall, is a magnificent hedge of
tall boxwood. This is reputed to be
finer even than the famous “box” at
Mount Vernon, planted at about the
same time. Eoses and vines, lilac
and other old-fashioned plants and
shrubs, run riot now over porch, wall
and outbuildings, making the house
quaintly picturesque amidst its set
ting of tall cedars, locusts and hem
locks. When servants were numer
ous, all of these plants received
CLEAN DRINKING MANOR.
greater attention than can be given
now.
The old manor house, which, from
its appearance and close surround
ings. would seem in place perhaps a
hundred miles removed from the bustle
and dine and movement of modern life,
lies within a few minutes’ walk from
this city’s limits, and but seven miles
from the gates of the white house.
It is located on what is known as the
Jones’ Mill road, and is beautifully
situated, overlooking miles of the
surrounding country, and at its feet
flow the historic waters of Rock creek.
On the slope of the hill, about a hun
dred yards beneath the house, is the
spring from the purity of whose
waters the curious name of the
manor is taken.
On expressing a desire to see the
spring we were taken down to it,
passing through the old apple or
chard on our way. As we regaled
ourselves with the really fine wa
ter we were told that we were
then standing on the stone slab on
which Washington stood to drink
when he stopped there on his return
from Pittsburg, after the defeat of
Braddook, in 1775. He was accom
panied by a few of his men, and the
party afterwards went up to the
manor house to rest and visit the
Hia Cariosity Aroused.
“Mr. Diggles,” said the boy with big
ruffles on his shoulders, “I wish you
wou}d let me come and see where you
live; I want to look at your room.”
“Why, certainly. But what made you
think of that?’”
“My sister said it was better than
your company, so I thought it must
be something fine.”—Tit-Bits.
Household Economy.
Bramble—Why do you always agree
with your wife in everything she
says?
Thorne—I find it cheaper to do
that than to quarrel with her and
then buy diamond* to square my
self.—Judge
family. Another event that thi» re
calls, and adds to the historic inter
est of the place, is that during the
British invasion of Washington, in
1814, Mr. Thomas Monroe, then post
master of Washington city, took
refuge at Clear Drinking manor, Mr.
Monroe keeping the post office open
there till after the British had gone.
The United States mails were taken
to a log house then standing oppo
site the manor house. From this
point were seen the flames of the
burning of the capitol.
The estate of Clean Drinking
manor has been in the family whose
descendants live there to-day since
1680, when it became the property of
Col. John Coates, who was the grand
son of either John Coates or Col.
Henry Coates, who came from Sprox
ton, England, in 1639. It descended
to Elizabeth, the daughter of Col.
John Coates, who married Charles
Jones, gent., who built the present
PUNCH BOWL AND ANDIRONS.
manor house in 1750. The land rec
ords of Maryland show this gentle
man to have been a man of great en
ergy, having recorded 17 deeds for
land, built a mill, the ruins of which
still stand near the house, and to
have been a member of the first court
of Montgomery county, Md., also a
member of the committee of safety.
A granddaughter o€ this Charles
Jones, gent., Eleanor Selden, married
John Augustine Washington, the
grandnephew of Gen. Washington,
and last member of the Washington
family to own and reside at Mount
Vernon.
The estate of Clean Drinking manor
covered originally 1,400 acres, but it
has been divided among the various
members of the family, and sold, until
but 25 acres are left of the original
estate. The interior of the manor
house is of a type well known in Mary
land and Virginia, containing large
square rooms of hospitable dimen
sions. In the drawing-room, which is
entered directly from the porch, stand
numerous family heirlooms. On a
high, triangular-shaped gilt-legged
table are a pair of handsome gilt can
delabra, beside various other orna
ments of rare and quaint workman
ship. Above the high mantelpiece is
a long gilt-framed mirror and on the
table beneath a group of family por
traits. One of the most interesting
of these represents a handsome boy of
14, John Coates Jones, taken while a
cadet at West Point. He was born in
the manor in 1801, and his widow sur
vived him until within three years.
Built into a corner of the drawing
room is an old-fashioned cupboard,
inclosed by an arched glass-paned win
dow. Beside this stands a high backed
oak chair of our grandmothers’ times,
and near it another of greater an
tiquity. The latter is of black walnut,
triangular in shape, with dark red
leather covered seat. It is more than
200 years old. From the drawing
room we passed through another large
square room, and thence visited the
family graveyard, which lies a few
yards to the rear of the manor. Here
are buried the remains of all of the
members of the family who have been
born, reared and died upon the estate.
Until recently there have been re
tained in the manor some of the heir
looms, the venerable widow of John
Coates Jones having taken great pride
in their preservation. She willed them
to the Daughters of the American
Revolution. There was a punch bowl
of India ware which once belonged to
Col. Robert Hanson Harrison, a close
neighbor and friend of George Wash
ington, and it was a recognized fact
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familiar terms with that same punch
bowl. There was also a pair of fluted
and irons which also belonged to Col.
Harrison. The venerable widow who
so long dwelt as mistress of the manse,
until long past her ninetieth year, was
a daughter of Copeland Parker, who
served in Washington’s army, and also
as collector of customs at Norfolk
while Washington was president; and
who served in the same capacity dur
ing Jackson’s presidential terms.
Whether the office sought the man in
those good old days doth not appear
in the family traditions. It is only
known that the man held the office.
Two hundred and twenty years have
elapsed since this estate became the
property of Col. John Coates, and the
frame mansion has been the home of
generations for more than 150 years.
Considering the fact that there is no
law of entailment in this country, it is
a remarkable fact that one family
should have retained possession for so
long a period of time. Members of the
family claim that there is no other
estate of that age; they use the word
antiquity, which scarcely fits anything
yet in this new world.
Visitors to this city might well spend
a couple of hours going to Clean Drink
ing manor. The driveways are excel
lent and the country beautiful all the
way. SMITH D. FRY.
Youth’* Unrestraint.
“Don’t you sometimes long for your
childhood’s happy days?” said the
sentimental person.
“Yes,” answered Miss Cayenne,
there are times when I would enjoy
hanging on the fence and making
faces at people I don’t like, instead
of having to say, ‘How do you do,
dear? So glad to see youl”—Wash
ington Star.
Cold Fact*.
Patient—My wife insists that my
sickness is purely imaginary.
Doctor—Don’t let that worry you.
There will be nothing imaginary
about my bill.—Woman’s Home Com*
panion.
THE RACE PROBLEM.
Arp on the Great Negro Convention
Recently Held.
Declare* Npgroe* Were Infinitely Su
perior When Freedom Oame to
What They Now Are—Deerie*
Higher Kdncatlon (or Them.
[Copyrighted by the Atlanta Constitution,
and^eprlnted by Permission.]
Of course, 1 was very much inter
ested in the great negro convention.
So was every tlioughful man north
and south, but there were some fea
tures about it that did not harmon
ize with the views and memories of
the old masters. The oft-repeated
assertion that 40 years ago the ne
gro emerged from bondage and bar
barism is a mistake. It is worse for
it is slander. One orator said that
they had been in a savage state for
100 years—another said 250 years—
and their progress since freedom
came was wonderful. Some of our
young people of this age and gener
ation may carelessly believe that, for
they have been taught it from the
north, where it is universally be
lieved. Booker Washington may be
lieve it, for he is in his middle age.
But Evan Howell and I and all otjier
veterans, whether white or black,
know that it is not so. I don’t want
the old-time negroes slandered. The
orator might as well have said 2,250
years ago, for their ancestors were
all in Africa then—none of the
grown-up negroes who were set free
had been in bondage more than 50
or 00 years, and none were savages
or barabarians._ They compared
well with the illiterate white people
and in fact felt above them and
spoke of them as poor white trash.
The close association for two or
three generations of these slaves
with their white masters and their
families educated most of them in
good morals and manners and indus
try, wmcn is a Detier education man
books, and the truth is they were
when freedom came infinitely su
perior to the race as it now is. The
progress that Booker Washington
and his associates boast of is an
alarming retrograde and degener
acy. When freedom came there tvas
not an outrage in all the southern
land nor was there a convict or a
chaingang nor a negro prison, but
now there are 4,400 convicts and the
number increases faster than the
population. No—there is no upward
gradation in their morals. The
higher education that these negro
colleges are giving to the few have
no good effect upon the manjr, and,
according to Mr. Washington’s own
statement, he is alarmed because
most of his graduates aspire to be
leaders and teachers and preachers
and bosses. They are a pampered
negro aristocracy and widely scat
tered as they are, the3r have not re
formed the race in morals or in hon
esty or an observance of the mar
riage relations. I can assert with
truth that at least one-third of the
negro children in and around Car
tersville are bastards. There are
nine within a stone’s throw of our
house—and yet their mothers are
very good servants and make good
cooks, chambermaids and washer
women. They lose no caste or social
position or church membership by
reason of their unchaste and unlaw
ful cohabitation, and the children of
these women are growing up with
out moral training and are as noto
rious young thieves as the Arabs of
the desert. The white people have
got so accustomed to their petty
thieving that they do not prosecute
them. Mr. Washington made anoth
er mistake when he said that the
number of convicts increased because
they were too poor to employ coun
sel. It is well known to the bar
and to those who attend the courts
that the judge always appoints com
petent counsel, and he leans to the
negro and protects him as far as he
can consistently with his duty. I
know that our judge does. About a
year ago he tried three negroes for
crime' in a neighboring county.
They were easily convicted, for they
were guilty, lie lined each of them
$25 and the cost and sentenced them
to one year’s service in the chain
gang, but told them he would hold
up the sentence for a year, aud if
they could get any responsible white
man to take them in charge aud let
them work out their lines and bring
them back to the court ut the next
term and give a good account of
them, he would not send them to
the chaingang at all. The negroes
found good men without leaving the
courthouse, aud they did work out
their lines und behaved well, and
their employers made a good report
of them, aud they w,ere honorably
discharged. How much better that
was than the chaingang with all of
its bad associations aud brutality.
The southern people are- uniformly
kind to good negroes. Last year my
faithful servant, Tip, came to see me,
for he was in trouble. He had laid
up a few hundred dollars and had
bought a snug little farm near Home
for $b00, which took all his money.
The man he bought from then sud
denly disappeared, and Tip found
out there was a mortgage on the
farm of $500. “Where did the man
come from?” 1 asked. “He came from
Ohio,” said Tip. “And you did not
ask any lawyer to look into the
title?” “No, sir,” said Tip. “He
talked so fair, and I had knowed him
some time, that I thought shorely he
wouldn’t cheat me.” And now Tip is
still working out that mortgage and
the man cannot be found. Beckon
he is drawing a pension and holding
an office in Ohio. What we wish to
see is some good practical results of
those negro colleges. Before the
war every man of wealth who owned
slaves had among them masons, car
penters, blacksmiths, wagonmakers,
shoemakers, etc.; my man Tip was
a paperhanger, and a good one, for
my wife taught him, and he has
made good money by it since the
war. The negroes are naturally me
chanics and improve rapidly in tliei
trades, but 1 have not seen or heard
of one from Tuskegee yet. Wash
ington says he is trying to teacli
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between the plow handles. Why, we
can’t get a white college boy to do
that, much less a college negro
whose college education has all come
from charity, and these colleges keep
begging for more and get it.
But what frets us old masters is
all this tommyrot about the negroes
having just emerged from slavery
and barbarism. I wish to declare *to
this generation that our old slaves
had more common sense and far bet
ter morals than those we have now,
and they had wives and children and
they were not ashamed of them. It
sweetens my memory to go back to
the good old faithful stock like Tip
and Sinda and Aunt Peggy and
Virgil and big Jack and little Jack
and Uncle Sam and Aunt Ann aud
hundreds of others who were happy
and contented and whose children
have got into the chaingang through
the malignant legislation of our ene
mies. Harper’s Weekly seems to
have repented of late, but the cruel
work is done and cannot be undone.
The most hopeful sign I saw in the
proceedings and reports of that con
vention was that given by a mulatto
or copper-colored negro from a ne
gro town near the Mississippi, be
tween Vicksburg and Memphis,
where they owned a good body of
farming land and worked it and
made good crops and had a gooi
| town of 2,000 people and 16 stores
j and good common schools and sev
eral churches and plenty of good
| mechanics and a mayor and council,
and there wereN no idlers, and if a
tramp came there they waited on
him and shipped him off on the first
train—and there wasn't a white man
in the town nor did one live in five
miles of it. I am going to watch
that town. Maybe that will help to
solve the race problem. BILL ARP.
AN UNEXPECTED HONOR.
A Boy’s Conrteous Unknown Guide
Proved to Be the President of
the United States.
“Many years ago there happened to
me in Washington one of the pleasant
est episodes of my life,” said former
Gov. Thomas G. Jones, of Alabama, to
a Washington Post interviewer re
cently.
“I was a mere stripling of a boy and
was proud of the fact that my father
had allowed me to make a journey
to the national capital on my own
hook. The National hotel was then
the chief hostelry and thither I re
paired, anxious to get a glimpse of the
notables I knew to be living there. In
wandering about the house it seems
that I got into a private parlor quite
by accident. The solitary occupant
was a nice lookingsold gentleman with
a very benevolent face and very soon
we were chatting together in the free
est way.
“I told him that I came from the
south and that my chijef ambition was
to shake hands with the president. At
this he seemed greatly amused, but
presntly grew serious and told me
that if I’d wait only a few minutes
he would promise me the meeting that
I longed for—that I should see and
talk with the president.
“Presently he left me, but in a short
while a servant brought word that I
was wanted outside and conducted me
to the street, where the kind old man
sat in a fine carriage drawn by a pair
of splendid horses. ‘Get in,’ said he,
and I lost no time obejing. All the
way to the white house I was in a
kind of trance, and it was not until
we reached the executive mansion that
I woke up
“It must have been the "extreme de
ference that I saw a lot of people and
attendants pay my venerable friend
that caused me to realize, as by a
flash of intuition, that I had been
taken under the wing of James Buchan
an. It was the president himself that
brought me to the white house. For
a minute with boyish diffidence I
hung back, but he made me go in
side, and for an hour or more I was
as royally entertained as though I
had been a young prince.”
A Definition.
A tornado, by the way, says the Chi
cago Tribune, is a cyclone boiled down.
A CONDUCTOR’S PLAINT.
He Turned n Woman Passenger
Around to Face the Car When
Alighting and Made Trouble.
“If the powers that be.” said a con
ductor on a Madison avenue car, ac
cording to the New York Commercial
Advertiser, “would make it a misde
meanor for a woman to get off a mov
ing car backward, fewer people would
be injured, the company would save
money and we conductors wouldn’t get
gray so quickly. We all try our best to
teach women how to get off a car, but
many of them seem to be unable to
learn such a simple thing as that.
“When they fall and are hurt they
blame us for it of course. Rut what
saddens me is the way they resent your
efforts to teach them how to insure
their safety. I turned one woman half
way around one day in an effort to get
her to step off in the direction in
which the car was going. She slapped
my face, ‘sassed’ me good and reported
me to the company as an impertinent
scoundrel who ought to be in jail. If
I hadn’t caught her when I did she
would have had a bad fall. Encourag
ing, isn’t it? What did the company
do? Oh, they understand such things
all right.”
Ancient Skyscrapers.
Numerous conflicting estimates have
been made of the height of the tower
of Babel, but one'fact never has been
denied, and that is that it was a sky
scraper. St. Jerome, in his commen
tary on Isaiah, says that the tower
was already 4,000 paces high when, God
came down to stop the work. A pace
is about 2% feet; therefore 4,000paces
must be 10,000 feet; consequently Ba
bel was 20 times as high as the Pyra
mids (which are only about 500 feet).
Father Calmet says the tower was 81,
000 feet high, and that the languages
were confounded because the archi
tects were confounded, as they did
not know how to bring the building
to a head. Moreover, it is understood
that the Chinese language of to-day
was originally the same language as
the high German.
His Method,
Madge—What method of court&nip
does he use?
Prue—Oh, he affects to have found
the only girl in the world who under
stands him.—Detroit Free Press.
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FARMER AND PLANTER.
CURING PEA VINE HAY.
A Valuable A»et of the Southern
Farmer If He Will Only Take
Faina to Share It.
The cow pea vine is worth as much
as the cotton plant to the country,
perhaps more, for it grows much
farther north and thrives on vast re
gions in which cotton will not grow
at all. The cow pea has a three fold
value. Greatest of all is that it in
creases the fertility of every acre on
which it is grown and increases it
faster and more economically than
any other crop as easily, surely and
widely grown. Then the pea itself
is of n high value as stock food, nor
do men with sound appetites despise
it. Third, as a forage the pea vine
hay is beyond comparison the best
food that we have ever used. Shred
ed as we shred it its actual value to
us is fully twice that of average tim
othy hay. Of course a chemical anal
ysis does not show that difference,
though I believe it shows considera
ble difference, in favor of pea vine
hay. In estimating its value I con
sider the great relish of all the ani
mals for it, their superior condition
and working capacity, and the les
sened ration of grain that will keep
them up while fed on it.
The value of pea vine hay as a for
age depends largely upon its proper
curing; probably more than any oth
er forage whatsoever. The curing of
it is the simplest, easiest thing in the
world. 1 don’t know how I came to
adept it unless it was owing to my
belief that the best things are the
simplest things, the best way the
simplest ways. Nevertheless this
mode of curing is of incalculable val
ue to us. For it not only cures the
hay perfectly but there is no worry,
no element of uncertainty as in all
other modes.
V*’ _A Al. __ •_ 1
* v v. V u t 1X1X3 jn h » into *» 1111 tl iwiMYri
drawn by two horses. One machine
well handled will cut nearly ten acres
a day. A cutting blade could, of
course, be used for a small acreage.
Right behind our mower follows a
force putting up stack poles. Any
ten-foot pole will answer, as it has to
stand only a short while. A pole set.
we nail a strip of wood—readily riven
from pine or any wood that splits
easily—about four feet long, placing
it about one foot above the ground,
and immediately above another simi
lar strip nailed crosswise the first.
These strips serve to keep the bottom
of the stack of vines from resting on
the ground and rotting in wet seasons.
Brush will answer as well or even
better, though it is not practicable
where a great many stack poles are
to be protected. We put up about 2,
000 stacks ever fall. We have cured
vines without a, rotting at all when
no protection all was used at the
bottom of tl ck.
Well, the stai poles planted, we
follow' right behind the mower and
make stacks of the vines as high as
the poles and about four feet in diam
eter, sloping and smoothing the
stacks at the top so as to shed water.
No more attention or thought need
be given the stacks till the vines are
sufficiently cured to be threshed and
shredded, and a beautiful and most
excellent lot of forage you will have,
too; all cured green and sweet. It
tastes sw'eet, almost like sugar cane.
The shredding should be done as soon
after the vines are cured as practica
ble, as the longer the stacks stand
the deeper the weather affects the
vines. Besides, bad weather is apt to
come later in the fall and hinder the
shredding.
We have found the above mode to
work perfectly even in seasons like
1901, the wettest ever known here. My
neighbors who let their vines lay to
cure, or even to wilt, had them badly
damaged. We went right ahead reap
ing and stacking every hour that the
standing vines were not actually wet
with rain and lost not an armful of
forage.
Having thus, to our complete satis
faction, settled the vexatious matter
of curing the hay, we plant 100 acres
of peas annually. The result is that
,'we have an abundance of excellent
forage to use and much to sell. Our
work animals are the wonder and ad
miration of the neighborhood, though
11, of w i c 1 lio lian vincf in f liO O All n _
tv, our 200 acres of strawberries re
quiring at least eight plowings from
May to September to keep them per
fectly clean. 1 have calculated that
one horse in giving these eight plow
ings would have to travel nearly 3,000
miles.
The stubble fields from which the
vines are cut are plowed under as
soon as practicable and in October or
November plowed again and prepared
for strawberries. When the straw
berries come off the’fields are again
drilled to peas. By this rotation our
land, the poorest in the county, it
was said when we started, has be
come about the best. The peas fit
the soil for any crop, but they seem
just the thing to put it in perfect
tilth for strawberries. Our fields are
rich in humus, just the condition that
the strawberry revels in, flourishing
like the green bay tree; and thiough
the pea has come the salvation of our
land and of ourselves.—O. W. Black
nail, Vice-President N. C. Horticul
tural Society.
THE WHIPPOORWILL PEA.
Result* of * Teat Made by tbe Ar
kansas Experiment Station with
Whippoorwill Peas.
The Arkansas experiment station
has made a test of the effect of dif
ferent amounts of seed on a crop of
whippoorwill peas.
On May 4, 1900, six plats were sown
with quantities of seed varying from
one to eight pecks per acre. The
variety used was Whippoorwill. The
results were so contrary to what was
expected that the test was repeated
for 1901, and the previous results con
firmed. Following is the table show
ing the first test iq 1900, giving the
amount of seed per acre, the first
column the yield of hay in pounds
and the second column the yield of
peas, bushels:
One peck. 3,314 31.4
Two pecks.3,28? 28.7
Three pecks...2,641 27.3
Four pecks.2,463 25.4
Six pecks.........2,111 20.1
Eight pecks.1,749 16.4
An will be seen, one peck of seed
gave a greater yield of both hay and
shelled peas than any larger quantity,
while the greater the quantity of seed
the smaller the yield.
On May 20, 1001, another series of
plats were sown with seed varying
from 12% pounds to 100 pounds per
acre. They were drilled in rows 3%
feet apart. The variety was the Whip
poorwill, and the results fully con
firmed the previous test. The station
will this season test still smaller
amounts of seed, and not the results.
A test like this is of great value to
farmers, as the seed of the field peas
are generally costly, and often three,
four and five pecks per acre planted.
—Texas Farm and Ranch.
llermnda Grass.
Prof. S. M. Tracy pays this high
testimonial to the value of Bermuda
grass: “1 have been over a large por
tion of Georgia, Alabama and Missis
sippi, the region where the drought
has been most severe, and I find the
Bermuda pastures the only ones
which are able to furnish forage af
ter six weeks of scorching sun. ..n
fact,the drought-resisting character
istics of the Bermuda constitutes one
of its chief values in all regions sub
ject to severe summer drought. It
is the foundation of every really good
pasture throughout the entire gulf
states region.
“It is essentially a rich land grass,’’
continued Prof. Tracy, “and nowhere
in the world does it do better than
northeast Mississippi, the creek and
river bottom lands in the central part
of the state and on the moist, alluvial
lands of the delta. In careful feeding
tests made at the state experimental
station Bermuda was found to be
about eight per cent, more valuable
than the best timothy hay for both
mules and cattle. Its yield exceeds
that of any other grass-making hay
of equally good quality, and its
thrifty growth, where properly cared
for, has changed many Mississippi
counties from importers to exporters
III II Hi 5.
“The rapidly-grpwingappreciation of
its value isj doing more than any oth
ed one thing to develop live stock in
dustry in the state. The Bermuda
fields of Mississippi will soon rival
the famous Bluegrass region of Ken
tucky.”—Farmers’ Home Journal.
Keep the Farm Seat.
May I not put in a plea for neat
ness on the farm? What do I mean by
this? I will tell you. Some things
may* be proved by contrasts. The
other day I passed a farm where the
house and barn stood on opposite
sides of the road. The house had a
careless look,as if the occupants were
very busy people, and had little time
to spend on personal appearance,
either of themselves or their home.
But the barn was the worst place to
see. The door stood open, and I
could see everything around all over
the floor and sides of the building.
And about the yard outside—why, it
was simply dreadful. Turned up by
the side of the fence were a mower, a
reaper, two or three bob-sleds, a har
row, an old wagon, a hay-rigging, and
no end of plank boards tossed around
as if there had been a cyclone in the
neighborhood. It was enough to make
one really sick to look at it.
Less than half a mile away was an
other farm, presenting a decided con
trast. Here the house and barn had
a trim look. Things seemed to be all
in place, and there were n_o sleds, old
wagons or farm machinery out of
doors rotting down. This was a neat
farm. Who would not like to have
his own place like it? We all may.
This I plead for.—F. L. Vincent, in
Farm and Fireside.
Does Farming' Fayf
The question as to whether farm
ing pays is not fundamental. It is
merely incidental. A necessary occu
pation must pay. To often it is an
swered in the negative by the mere
citing of cases in which farming is
unremunerative. The abandoned
farms of New England may not pay,
else they might not have been aban
doned. Yet even here there may be
a fallacy. Perhaps the farm that has
ceased to be profitable under the old
system of farming may be made to
pay under a new system. Strictly
speaking,there are probably no aban
doned farms in New England. There
may be a change in ownership and in
methods, but the lands still yield a
crop for somebody. They have not
reverted to the public domain. The
management of land is undergoing
a radical change. This change may
result in hardships to the individual
who will not accept the new order,
but it works to the betterment of
the farm, and consequently of the
community. Farming paj's, even
though a farmer here and there may
fail.—F. II. Sweet, in Epitomist.
HERE AND THERE.
—Sheep will live and thrive on pas
turage so short that cattle can not
get enough grass during the day to
‘do them over night.
—In making the best quality of
butter it is essential that the cream
should have a uniform consistency
as well as uniform ripeness.
—The mesquite grass of western
Texas furnishes ideal pasturage for
sheep, and the scrub oaks of any por
tion of Texas form ideal browsing for
goats.
—A combination that has never
been fruitful of good results is that
of trying to grow an exposed garden
a^d poultry at one and the same time.
No hen on earth can refrain from
scratching.
—Feeding sheep are scarce just
now; how long that condition will
prevail at market centers defies prog
nostication, but range men, who hold
the visible supply, display no disposi
tion to “loosen up.
—The very people who ought to
have the best milk and butter really
have the worst. Do we allude to
farmers? Well, that is just the size
and shape of it. Some don’t know
ho^y and some know how, but do not
do how.
—The man who buys a flock i f com
mon Mexican goats, and kills or mar
kets the billies, and supplies the flock
with well bred Angora breeders, will
soon have a flock he will be proud of.
To do this he must not permit the
crossbred males to breed, but must
use the knife early and sell them at
or before they are a year old.
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Samuel J. Taylor, retired carpenter,
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Jacob C. Mann, notary public, stating
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ment above referred to. At this time,
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THE ONLY TROUBLE.
Ill* Arm Wasn’t Long Enough to
Make Ip for Deficiency
of Ills Eye*.
When Mr. Snow began to realize that he
was not quite as young as he had' been, the
truth nad a disquieting effect on him, and
made him at times very irritable. He knew
his weakness and regretted it, says Youth’*
Companion. “If I outlive my faculties,” be
said one day to his wife, “I’m afraid I’ll ba
tne teeniest man in this township.”
His brother, who was bald at 30, put on
etroug spectacles at 35, and lost his hearing
at 50 througn the agency of a fever, had no
sensitivnes* on any oi these points, and was
a great trial to Mr. Snow.
One day his brother happened to see Mr.
Snow in a cool corner of toe barn, holding
the weekly paper as far away as he could get
it, and working hia head from side to side
with squinted eyes to decipher the news.
“Soho! Your sight’s begun to fail ye at
last,” said the visitor, bluntly. “Well,
tain’t surprising at your age.”
Mr. Snow turned on him an indignant
glare.
( “My eyesight’s all right!” he roared.
“The only trouble is my pesky arm isn’t
long enough!”
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One on the Old Man.—“Honesfty, my son.”
said the old millionaire congressman, ‘‘is
the best poHey.” “Well, perhaps it is. dad,”
rejoined the youthful philosopher, “but it
strikes me you have done pretty well, nev
ertheless.”—Chicago Daily News,
Two million Americans suffer the tortur
ing pangs of dyspepsia. No need to. Burdock
Blood Bitters cures. At any drug store.
Nodd—“I think that doctor of ours will
give us something to atop the baby’s -Tying
now.” Todd—“Why?” Nodd—“I’m go
ing to move next door to hinx.”—London
Tit-Bits.
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That man is worthless who knows how
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one.—Plautus._ •
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Tim fellow who sits down on a bent pin
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