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WILLISTON, N. OAK
THE LORD WILL PROVIDE.
'Twas a neat little cottage, as neat as could
be,
With vine-covered porches, and yard good
to see.
A woman was joyously singing at work,
For she did not know that a woman could
shirk:
And she said, as she turned the worn cloth
the wrong side:
"In some way or other the Lord will pro
vide."
"There's Johnny, and Tommy, and Mamie,
Ah me!
With Jessie, and George, and the twins
just turned three.
Some think there'B too many, but I don't
•ee that,"
And she gave the worn garment a soft
little pat.
"We've always enough, though I do turn
and make,
80 many worn garments, all just for their
sake.
But we never have lacked, not since I was a
bride,
For in some way or other the Lord will
provide."
80 she fussed, and she worked, and she cut
over clothes.
She mended, and darned, and made over
hose,
Yet she always was cheerful, and a right
merry song
Often parted her lips, tho' her day's work
was long.
She kept her wee home, as spick and as
span,
As ever a swift-handed, willing heart can.
And she smiled at old Time, and trouble's
swift tide,
Saying soft in her heart: "The Lord will
provide."
Ber husband he worked in the fleld all
the day,
And he said: "When the sun shines, then
make up your hay."
He worked in the garden at morn and at
noon,
And working he whistled a bright, merry
tune.
He never was Idle, he tended his cows,
He hoed corn and potatoes, and kept up his
mows,
And he said: "Whatever the time or the
tide,
'In some way or other the Lord will pro
vide.'
So this couple they journeyed the long path
of life,
With work pressing sore, yet without care
or strife.
They did not sit idly a-walt for the Lord,
To furnish subsistence, although in His
word,
He has promised enough aye, yes, and
much more
From out of His boundless, unlimited store.
Our works by our faith shall forever abide.
Then "in some way or other the Lord will
provide."
—Rose Seelye Miller, in N. T. Observer.
AUNT TABITHA'S WEDDING GOWN
By Margaret Dodga.
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gown was a pale gray taffeta
dotted here and there with tiny
pink rosebuds. It was evidently an
old gown, but made in the voluminous
middle-of-the-century fashion that
would adapt itself easily to the styie
at the end of the century. Indeed, lit
tle Mrs, Vining, kneeling on the floor
in her attic storeroom and spreading
the lustrous fabric across the top of
the big Noah's ark trunk, was already
—in fancy, at least—"taking in" here
and "letting out" there, with a cer
tainty of success, born of long experi
ence.
For 18 years Mrs. Vining had been
making over for a family of thrae
pretty daughters, and, as she said to
herself, she could "almost do it with
her eyes shut." To-day, however, Mrs.
Vining was planning for none of these
three pretty daughters. Once, indeed,
when she heard the sound of a girl's
•oice in the room below she started
and crumpled the folds of the silk to
gether almost guiltily.
"I don't care," she said to herself
when the voice died away. "I don't
care, I'm going to have this silk for
my very own. It will make over as
good as new without a bit of trim
ming except what I've got in the
house, and I do so want something
that's pretty and in style."
The last words came with the rush
Of a long-pent-up stream. Not since
the girls had outgrown their baby
clothes had Mrs. Vining owned a gown
that even remotely approached that
ideal.
The Vinings lived in a pretty cot
tage in a popular suburb, kept a trim
maid-of-all-work, gave teas and pro
Tided music and dancing lessonsi for
their daughters in addition to the reg
ular courses at the public schools. Fn
fact, they had enough for the com
forts of life, with a little left over
for the luxuries but that little, either
in whole or part, never fell *to Mrs.
Vining.
One month it went for a tea table
for Ellen, the eldest, who had social
aspirations another month it was ab
sorbed by a subscription to the boat
club for Bertha, the athletic daughter,
or by dancing lessons for 15-year-old
Edith.
Then there were always the gowns
—gowrts for Ellen's whist parties and
Bertha's tennis club and Edith's dan
cing class gowns of cotton and crepon
and silk and muslin, gowns that even
when manufactured at home and made
over from material that was "in the
house" in some way ate up every pen
ny that the little mother had laid .jy
for her own modest outfit.
In the end Mrs. Vining always either
attended Dawton teas and church so
ciables arrayed in a prehistoric black
•ilk or stayed away altogether. Of
late she had always stayed away and
the three girls said that it really
wasn't worth while for mother to hare
good clothes, for she never went any
where and didn't care.
Being really amiable and sweet
natured girls, they probably believed
what they said. Indeed, it's quite
likely that it never occurred to them
-iy that mother didn't care to go any
JtJ- where because she had no suitable
clothes. Meantime Mrs. Vining said
nothing at all.
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iust within the last week Mrs.
had come to care very much,
both about clothesi and about "going
aomewhere." In two weeks there was
to be a reunibn of the Avery family
at the old place In Avery town, N. H.,
Upland she had been asked to write the
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"You see I haven't forgot the lovely
'-"fpt. poetry yon used to write in the days
"''vvv when yon were Grace Avery and the
Averytown poet, belle and 'glass of
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fashion,' nil in one," wrote the home
staying cousin who had sent out the
invitations, "and I count on you as my
chief attraction." Which letter goes
far toward explaining the special dis
favor with which Mrs. Vining had eyed
the prehistoric black silk when she took
it down that morning for the sixteenth
course of alteration.
Mrs. Vining wnsthe mother of grown
daughters but she was such a bright
eyed, pink-cheeked and altogether
youthful little mother that it is not to
be wondered at that she shrank from
the ordeal of returning to what the
newspapers would call "the scene of
her girlish triumphs" gowned in a black
silk that was shiny where it ought to
have been lusterless, narrow, where it
ought to have been broad, and broad
where it should have been narrow—a
gown, in fact, that exhibited all the
known depravity of clothes that have
outlived their allotted period of serv
ice.
"I suppose I'm horribly selfish and
worldly-minded," the little mother had
said to herself that morning, as she sat
in the study trying to read the woman's
page in the Boston World, "but it does
seem as if I couldn't bear it if a way
wasn't opened for me to have a new
gown for that reunion."
Just then something in the fashion
notes caught her attention and set her
to reading in earnest.
"Revival of Taffeta Silks. Among
the most attractive gowns now in
course of making for winter festivities
are taffeta silks figured in tiny flowers,
like those worn by our grandmothers.
Indeed, it is said that many such
gowns are being resurrected from old
trunks and chests by the lucky owners
of such ancestral finery, and with only
slight alterations will grace many of
the season's teas and receptions."
"Taffeta silk ancestral finery,"
dropped disjointedly from Mrs. Vin
ing's lips as she laid down the paper.
"Why, there is Aunt Tabitha's wed
ding gown."
That wedding gown! If ever there
was a polite illustration of (lie proverb:
"Every dog has his day." it was that
ancient garment. A dozen times every
from
jear for 20 years iit had been dug out
the ponderous Noah's Ark of a
trunk for examination and final rejec
tion.
It had been suggested as a ball-dress,
as a tea-gown, as a lining for an opera
wrap, as almost every article of femi
nine apparel. It had been handled, lit
erally and figuratively, until Jt was a
wonder that a rag of the original fab
ric remained. In Tact, "I suppose I
must get along with Aunt Tabitha's
wedding gown," had come to be the
Vining family expression for "I must
give up getting anything new." while
that heirloom itself was regarded as a
symbol of renunciation.
Yes, the girls certainly would laugh
when they heard that at last the de
spised gown was in style and that their
mother was to wear it at the Avery re
union! At least that, was what Mrs.
Vining had thought as she folded her
paper and started upstairs.
It was not until she had been kneel
ing some ten minutes beside the Noah's
Ark trunk in the attic storeroom that
the guilty fear already referred to
seized her. Suppose the girls should
want the taffeta themselves? To be
sure she had only the day before given
them money for a gown apiece but
those were to be evening affairs of
filmy chiffon and lace. Wouldn't El
len, the eldest, ask for the taffeta when
she knew that taffetas were "in?"
At the thought Mrs. Vining suddenly
rose with the precious silk pressed to
her breast, her pink cheeks pinker and
her bright eyes brighter than even was
their wont. "It's mine—mine!" she
whispered. "I can't give it up. I do
so want a gown that's pretty and in
style just this once!" Then, hearing
a sound of girlish laughter below, she
thrust the rustling folds into the re
motest corner of the big trunk, lowered
the lid, and crept downstairs as cau
tiously as if she had been a house
breaker.
"I'll take it to my room and begin on
it this very afternoon," she thought.
But that afternoon proved an un
usually busy one, even for this busy
woman. First, a neighbor called a
moment for a fancy-work pattern, and
stayed an hour. Then the girls brought
in mounds of samples fi om which
mother must help them select their
new gowns, and Irfter in the day an
important committee meeting of her
sewing society drew Mrs. Vining away
to the church vestry, there to discuss
ways and means of providing the
heathen with the garb of civilization.
All the time that gray taffeta silk
with the pink rosebuds existed as an
unchanging background against which
were outlined all the events of the day.
Even the girls' gowns aroused only a
half-hearted attention. At the com
mittee meeting she barely escaped for
ever losing caste with her fellow-com
mittee women by voting that so many
yards of taffeta silk with pink figures
be bought for garments for the heathen,
instead' of the unbleached muslin com
monly appropriated for that purpose.
And at the neighborhood sociable
that evening Mrs. Vining was present
in body only. Even when talking with
the rector, or looking over a photo
graph album with the doctor's wife,
she was, in fancy, walking up and down
the old entrance hail of the Averv
homestead, arm in arm with her favor
ite cousin, or she was sitting at the
head of the long dinner table in the
dear old paneled dining-room or read
ing a poem to a hushed audience in the
red drawing-room—and always she was
clad in a rustling gray gown dotted
with tiny pink rosebuds, made up in
the latest style.
Perhaps it was because of the en
croachment of these waking visions
upon Mrs. Vining's usual hours of slum
ber that she for once overslept the
next morning. At any rate, it was
long after nine when she finished her
solitary breakfast, crept up to the at
tic storeroom and threw back the lid
of the Noah's Ark trunk.
"I hope I didn't muss it, putting it
away in such a hurry," she said, feeBhg
down into one corner. Then, a mo
ment later: "Why, it can't be true—
yes, it is—the gown isn't there!" Be
yond a doubt it was gone!
Mrs. Vining tumbled the contents
of the trunk out upon the floor and
looked into it and behind it, and finally
examined every article that it had con
tained-, from a velvet reticule to a poke
bonnet but nowhere was there a square
inch of silk dotted with pink rose
buds.
"Could the girls—"
Without further shaping the ques
tion, Mrs. Vining hurried out of the
storeroom and downstairs into the blue
bedroom, where the two older girls sat
sewing.
"Aunt Tabitha's wedding gown!"
she gasped. "It's gone!"
Then she stopped short. On the foot
of the bed lay what had been the gray
taffeta silk, now cut into multitudi
nous folds and sections.
"You cut it up! You cut up Aunt
Tabitha's gown!" she murmured and
then she sat down upon the bed and
burst into tears.
In a moment both the gi.rlsi were at
her side. "Why, mother," said Ellen,
"do you mean that you wanted that
old silk? Why, I never,dreamed of
such a thing! You know you never
seemed to care about clothes, and taf
feta is in again, and I thought how
pleased you'd be to see Bertha and I
had got two nice waists out of the old
gown we were always laughing
abput."
But for once the little mother took
no interest in the girls' "things."
"I do care for clothes, I care a great
deal!" she sobbed. "Do you suppose
that because I am your mother—and
40 years old—I don't want to have
things nice? And I was going to
make the silk over for the Avery re
union—so that I could have something
pretty and in style!"
With these last words there was an
other rush of tears. The two girls
looked at each other across the bowed
head with moist eyes. Then Ellen,
taking the worn little hand in her3,
said, gently:
"Forgive me, mother. We've been
dreadfully selfish—and I'm afraid it's
too late for you to use Aunt Tabitha's
wedding gown now. But just let us
have the black silk and we'll see what
we can do with that."
What they did with it little Mrs.
Vining never found out. Certainly the
gown in which she appeared at the
Avery mansion bore no the slightest
resemblance to that ancient garment.
But in writing to a western relative
who could not come to the reunion the
home-sitaying cousin said:
"Yes, Grace Vining—she that was
Grace Avery—read the poem, and. she
looked just as pretty as a picture.
You know as a girl she was always a
belle and a beauty, but I don't think
I ever saw her look lovelier than she
did that night, dressed in a pale gray
silk, one of those new taffetas you
know they are wearing now, just like
those that our grandmothers wore, all
dotted over with violets.
"One of the nicest things about it
was that the dress was a present from
her two oldest daughters, who gave
up new evening silk gowns this win
ter so she could have the silk. I told
them they were real generous girls,
but they said they thought their moth
er had been giving up for them long
enough, and it was time to change
around. And, besides, they said they
didn't nead anything new this win
ter, for they each had a lovely waist,
made of their Aunt Tabitha's wedding
gown."—Youth's Companion.
ZANGWILL AND THE BULLY.
A Boyhood's Encounter of the Now
Famous Author and Play
wright.
When he was a boy, Israel Zangwill,
the author and playwright, was the
same thin, long-haired, spectacled per
son that he is to-day, only then it took
more courage to be eccentric in appear
ance than it does now. Twenty-five
years ago Mr. Zangwill was a pupil
in the Jewish Free School, Bell Lane,
Spitalfields, London. His singular face
and still odder manner led the older and
larger boys to make a butt of him.
For the first few months he was cuffed
and boxed, bullied and kicked by a
number of playful youths, but especial
ly by the bully of the school—a broad
shouldered, noisy young ruffian.
One day, after school, Zangwill at
tracted not only the attention of the
school children, but of the neighbor
hood as well by turning on his persecu
tor and replying to him in kind. When
the bully recovered from his amaze
ment he threw off his coat and hat and
made a rush at the lad. Zangwill was
ready for him. He had laid down his
books and doubled up his angular fists.
Inside of five minutes he had knocked
down the bully three times, and two
minutes later he had him suing for par
don and begging to be let up.
From that day until he went to col
lege he was severely let alone, and it
was not until years after that the se
cret of his victory became known. Dur
ing all the period of his persecution
Zangwill had been taking boxing les
sons privately of a prize fighter and he
did not offer battle until he was rea
sonably sure of the result.—Saturday
Post.
Inxtance of Bird Snjcnclty.
A remarkable instance of bird sagac
ity has been exhibited in Deckertown.
In some way a bird, presumably a spar
row, became imprisoned behind the
siding on the third story of a tenement
house, the interior of the bird's prison
being lathed and plastered. A knot
hole in the -siding through which he
probably entered was not large enough
to let him go out, and there he was with
starvation before him. In someway the
little fellow told other birds of his pre
dicament, and they brought food to
him. Many persons have seen them,
sometimes two or three at a time, hang
ing fast to the smooth siding of the
knot hole, and thrusting their bills into
it, where the little prisoner gladly took
the offering into his bill.—N. Y. World.
Inducement to Harry.
Customer—How long will it take to
put a small patch on this shoe?
Cobbler—About ten minutes, I
guess.
Customer—Then I'll smoke a cigar
while I am waiting.
Cobbler (after the first whiff of the
cigar)—I will have it done in about
two minutes, sir.—Chicago Tribune.
Advance of Aluminum.
Aluminum, which had no commer
cial existence a few years ago, was
produced in the United States last
year to the extent of 5,200,000 pounds,
valued at $1,750,000, which is one
tenth of the cost ten years ago.
A Real Good lime.
First Matinee Girl—Did you enjoy the
play this afternoon?
Second Matinee Girl—I never enjoyed
anything half so much. Why, there
wasn't a minute I wasn't crying- my
eyes out.—N. Y. World.
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THE "GRAY FOX."
Ota. Charles Kins'* Reminiscences
of the Famous Indian Fighter
MaJ. Gen. Crook.
Young officers from West Point
looked at him in wonderment. Instead
of a somewhat unapproachable digni
tary, in precise uniform and epaulets
and embroitered sash and belt, they
were welcomed by a cordial handclasp
(rom a tall, bushy-bearded man, with
twinkling gray-blue eyes, in an old
slouch felt hat, flannel shirt, rough can
vas shooting coat and trousers and
common soldier's boots.
Generally his beard was tied up with
string or red tape—the only use he had
for that usual military indispensable.
He sat at camp fire or in the simply
furnished parlor of his army home,
listening to the chat about him, rarely
speaking, and assiduously playing soli
taire with a pack of cards produced
from an inner pocket. He could play
a capital hand at whist, but fought shy
cf a game with careless or forgetful
players. He heard everything that was
said and saw everything going on
about him, but seldom gave a sign.
From the so-called pleasures of so
ciety, dinners, dances and receptions he
shrank in dismay. He ate only the
simplest food. He never smoked. He
hated wine. He wouldn't touch spirits
he marveled that any man should. "It
spoils his shooting," said he and our
general was a capital shot. He could
foot it through an old-fashioned quad
rille or Virginia reel, but nothing else,
and would always get away on social
occasions into the first obscure corner
he could find, and then out would come
the old pack of cards.
He rarely read anything but nature's
books, although he had a'mathematical
gift, and not only stood well in scien
tific studies at the Point, as did Grant,
but he helped along his unmathematical
roommate, Sheridan. Writing was
something Crook abhorred. He could
hardly decipher one of his own pages,
and his letters and dispatches, like
those of old "Rough and Ready," Gen.
Zachary Taylor, were generally penned
by some brilliant staff officer.
Children he loved and treated1 with a
shy tenderness that was sweet to see,
but he had none of his own. His wife
was a Maryland girl who won his heart
during the war days, while her brother
and other enterprising "rebs" made
way with his body, capturing him by a
daring night raid into Cumberland.
Like Grant, l±e was simplicity itself
in speech, rarely lifting up his voice,
and only once did I ever hear him speak
an impatient word or oJie that faintly
resembled an expletive, but that was in
the thick of the Sioux campaign of
1S76, and when he had much to try him.
We had to eat our horses that year to
keep alive. We had no tents, and hard
ly'a change of underwear could be
found in the whole column. We were
wet, bedraggled and dirty when we
reached the Yellowstone, but the gen
eral was as badly off as the humblest
trooper, and minded it less. There we
met the spruce command of Gen. Terry,
and Terry himself, in handsome uni
form, the picture of the gentleman and
soldier, came over to our bivouac to call
on Crook. I was drying my buckskins
at a lire as he approached, and stepped
forward to salute him.
"Where shall I find Gen. Crook?"
said he.
For a moment I could not answer.
Then an old trooper grinned and nodded
toward the river, and there, squatted on
a rock, well out in the stream, stripped
to the waist and scrubbing away at his
shirt, was our general, and Terry was
too much of a gentleman even to look
amused at the sight.
The Indians called him the "Gray
Fox." The soldiers had their pet
names, but we, his officers, who fol
lowed htm all over the west, from the
Mexican border to the upper Yellow
stone, spoke of him always as "the gen
eral," our general. That meant, of
course, Crook, the simplest Soldier I
ever knew. In all the years it was my
fortune to serve under him in Arizona,
Wyoming, Dakota, Montana or at his
headquarters in Omaha or Chicago, 1
never saw him in the uniform of his
rank until he lay dead in his coffin, his
guard of honor grouped about him.—
Youth's Companion.
STRAW REPLACING WOOD.
Many Uaea to Which the Refuse of
the Grain Field Is Now
Delngr Put.
The serious inroads upon the timber
forests of this country of late years has
directed attention to the probable ex
haustion of that source of lumber sup
ply and scientists have set about de
vising substitutes. One of these that
promises to be satisfactory is the in
vention of a New York man. The ba
sis of the substitute is straw, which,
with certain chemical combinations,
produces a material cheaper and more
durable than wood. The new mate
rial, which is very solid in structure,
can be nailed, screwed, sawed and gen
erally maniuplated as easily as lumber,
and it is expected to work a revolution
in the matter of interior construction.
It is said that the chemically pre
pared straw has been ^tried and found
to be highly satisfactory by railroad
companies, blackboard manufacturers,
makers of picture frames and packing
boxes, by decorating artists and'others.
For all practical purposes, it is the same
thing as lumber, but with these impor
tant differences, that it is very much
cheaper and lasts longer. Every year
the forests of America are diminishing
to a lamentable degree, and the for'
estry question has become one of the
most serious ones confronting the coun
try. If all that is claimed for the sub
stitute for lumber is true, the impor
tance of the invention can scarcely be
overestimated, an dit deserves to rank
with such productions of man's ge
nius as the electric light, the cotton
gin and the telegraph.
The inventor of "straw" lumber, it is
said, only succeeded in perfecting his
invention after 12 years of experiment
ing'. The new material has, however,
been in practical use, although in a
small way, for a considerable time,
and the knowledge of it thus obtained
would seem to demonstrate its value
thorughly.—Chicago Chronicle.
A Happy ThouKht.
"Let's reverse the conditions," said
the seedv-looking man to the waiter.
"You sit down and I'll serve you, and
with the tip you are in the habit of get
ting from other people, I'll be able to
get a square meal somewhere else.**—
Philadelphia North American.
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GOOD FODDER CROP.
Hairy or Sand Vetch la Said to Be a
Hardy Plant and Adapted to
Our Climate.
The scientific name of this plant is
Vicia villosa. A government report
says of it: This annual leguminous
plant is a native of Asia. It has been
cultivated for about 50 years in some
parts of Europe, especially southern
Russia, Germany and France, and was
introduced into this country for the
first* time about 1847 under the name
of Siberian vetch. Excellent reports as
to its drought-resisting qualities and
its adaptability to our climate have
been received from Washington, Ne
braska, Georgia, New Mexico, South
Dakota, Minnesota, Montana and Penn-
HAIBY OR SANDY VETCH.
sylvania. It has been grown on the ex
periment grounds of the department of
agriculture at Washington, D. C., and
has proved to be thoroughly adapted
to and valuable for this locality. The
seeds germinate poorly when they are
more than two years 61d. Most of the
seed used in this country is imported
from Europe, so that particular care
should be taken by importers and deal
ers to handle none but such as can be
sold under guaranty as good, fresh
seed.
Cultivation.—Hairy vetch may be
sown in autumn, from about the middle
of August to the middle of September,
or in. spring from the latter part of
April to the middle of May. It should
be sown broadcast or with a grain drill
at the rate of one to one and one-half
bushels of seed per acre. The drill
method of sowing will require a less
amount of seed. When the seed is put
in broadcast, a bushel of rye, oats or
wheat shouldi be sown at the same time
so as to furnish a support to keep the
vines up off the ground. If it is sown in
drills in the latter part of August, the
crop should be cultivated several times.
It will furnish some forage in autumn,
and where the winter is not too severe
will start to grow again in the spring,
thus producing forage in late autumn
and early spring, at the two periods
when it is most needed.
DANGER IN MILLET.
When Fed Indlacrlmlnntely to Horaea
It Produces a Diaense That la
Hard to Handle.
In many sections where millet is
largely grown for fodder and hay
horses are troubled with a so-called
disease that is characterized by a de
rangement of the urinary organs and
symptoms resembling rheumatism.
The action of the kidneys is increased,
often being accompanied by a sup
pression of the urine. The joints, par
ticularly of the hind legs, are swollen
and infused with blood, the texture of
the bone is destroyed, becoming soft
and less tenacious, in consequence of
which the muscles and the ligaments
are easily torn loose. In all cases
lameness, and in many instances fe
ver, also occur, and a considerable
number result fatally.
That the trouble is caused by millet
has been proved beyond question by
many experiments, such as changing
the animal's diet from millet to hay
and then back to millet after a few
weeks. In every case, unless too far
advanced, the symptoms disappeared
when ordinary hay was fed, and re
turned when the change was made
back to millet. The specific property
that causes the trouble has not yet
been discovered. But experiments
show that the affliction is not due, as
in the case of crimson clover hair
balls, to the age of the crop when cut,
since the symptoms appear as often
when the plants are harvested mature
as when immature. The only recom
mendation that can be made is to feed
millet sparingly, either in alternation
with other hay or mixed with them.—
M. G. Kains, in Farm and Fireside.
SHEEP ON THE FARM.
The latest reports indicate no in
crease in the country's supply of
sheep. No fear of overdoing the in
dustry right away.
It don't, want to be forgotten
that sheep are great grubbers of
brush land but if sheep are not there
to do it man must be.
Shortage of grass and hay on the
ranges this summer and fall is giving
western sheep men many misgivings
regarding the late winter.
The sl.cep industry will be popular
in proportion to its profitableness,
and the skill and intelligence devoted
to the industry.—Rural World.
Storage of Comb Honey.
The driest and warmest place in the
house should be chosen for storing sec
tions of comb honey in, says the British
Bee Journal. A kitchen cupboard close
to the fire forms an ideal storing place,
and if the sections are protected from
dust, insects, mice, etc., by careful
wrapping, the honey in them will keep
liquid for over 12 months. In some
seasons, however, honey in sections will
granulate in spite of every care. Per
sonally we have many times had sec
tions in the best of condition after 1
18 months* storing.
1
LEAKS ON THE FARM.
One seriouu leak on a great many
farms is the buying of machinery and
then leaving it exposed in all kinds of
weather. I have in mind a farmer who
has a self-binder, corn planter, sulky
plow, walking plow, two cultivators,
two top buggies and two wagons, and
he leaves them standing out in all kinds
of weather. I consider this a serious
leak and there are many farmers who
do the same thing. Another leak on
many farms is a lack of proper shelter
for stock. -1 know men who let their
milch cows stand out in all kinds of
weather and then feed 30,-per cent, corn
to warm them up. Another leak is
the very prevalent one of feeding young
stock a ration that will simply main
tain them during the winter. Many
times we see calves and colts that arc
not ten pounds heavier in the spring
than they were at the beginning of
winter, and practically all the feed they
consumed during the winter was lost.
I once asked a farmer who follows
this plan how much he thought his
calves had gained during the winter.
He replied that they had not gained
anything except age, but they were
five months older. I fail to see where
the 12 months' calf that will weigh
500 pounds has any advantage over the
seven months calf of the same weight.
To feed five months without any gain
is a serious leak and one that is too
common with many farmers. Another
leak that is so common that it is the
rule rather than the exception is the
wasting of manure. All manure made
on the farm should be spread on the
fields, especially on the poor spots. Still
another leak is. to try to farm too much
land, and consequently grow more
weeds than corn. I know one man
who grew less than 25 bushels of corn
per acre this year on account of under
taking too much the weeds took the
corn. The same man has 40 acres of
rough land that has a good bluegrass
sod. He is going to break it up for
corn in the spring, and that will be a
serious leak on his farm, for he has
more land under plow now than he can
attend to, and he will only grow more
weeds and lose the 40 acres of grass be
sides. Then another leak is keeping
any kind of stock after they have passed
their prime and begin to go down.—
C. L. Hardman, in Prairie Farmer.
CRIMSON CLOVERSEED.
How to Hnlce a Germlnntor by Means
of Which Its Vitality la
Tested Bnally,
The germination of crimson clover
seed even when the seed is comparative
ly pure often leaves much to be de
sired. The seed deteriorates rapidlj
with age. There is, however, a simple
quality test within the reach of any
HOMEMADE SEED GERMINATOR.
buyer, as shown in a homemade germ
inator illustrated in a circular of the
department of agriculture.
A piece of moist flannel is laid upon
a plate, and a certain number of seeds
are counted out and laid upon the flan
nel, a second fold of which is placed
over them. Then another plate is in
verted over the whole. The seeds are
removed and counted as fast as they
germinate. Good crimson clover will
sprout 80 to 90 per cent, of the seed
within three days.—Cincinnati Farmer.
Science In Stock Breeding.
Every intelligent breeder and raiser
of stock who is a thinking man and
a reader has been astonished at the
progress made in the great industry
of stock raising and stock feeding
during the past quarter of a century.
Science has been brought into requi
sition and the slip-shop methods have
been swept aside. Guesswork has
been superseded by weights and
measures, and instead of the scrub we
have the thoroughbred and an increase
year by year of prosperity in the hus
bandman's domain. It is an admitted
fact that each individual farmer or
stockraiser has H4a own peculiar
methods, and these methods may dif
fer widely from those of his neigh
bors, yet the great majority are mov
ing along with the spirit of the times
and keeping pace with the age in
which we live.—Farmers' Review.
Cull Your Poultry Now.
The flock of poultry, no difference
how pure its blood, should be culled
every fall just before winter no small
weaklings or late fowls should be kept
over winter, for, if they get through
successfully, they are not lit for breed
ing purposes in spring. Put all the
chickens in a pen or in the hen-house
and assort them as you would potatoes
apples or onions, rejecting for winter
keeping all that fall below a standard
which the poultryman should have
fixed in mind. It is a good idea to weigh
each fowl and determine its vitality
and usefulness by that standard. Some
very large-appearing pullets are light
and lean and of small bodies they are
practically all feathers. Throw all such
out. Keep the best.—Farmers' Vo'ce.
Wheat Farming In Nebraska.
A Nebraska paper tells of a man who
bought a farm there, upon which there
was a mortgage of $700. He did not
make much money the first year, but he
sowed 80 acres of wheat the next year.
It was a poor year lor wheat and the
stand was so poor that he thought he
would not harvest it. He returned to
his old home, and left the farm and
the mortgage to fight it out as they
pleased. The wheat ripened, fell to the
ground and seeded it well. There was
a fine crop, and as some one was kind
enough to write about it to him, he
went back, harvested it and sold it for
enough to pay the mortgege and all his
other debts. "If at first yon don't suc
ceed, try, try again."
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Why Some fillers of the Soil Fall
While Their Neighbor* Get
Rich and Proaperoua.
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Proof of the Pudding
Is in the Eating
&is not what me say, but tvhat
Hood's Sarsaparilla does, that tells
Scrofula, Salt Rheum, Dyspepsia,
Catarrh, Rheumatism, and all other
blood diseases and debility.
MxdiSt
THIRTY MILLION DOLLARS.
United States Offlclal Aaaayer at 8eattl«
Says that Will be Gold Output of Alaaka
and the Northwest for 1900—Cape
Nome Will Blval the Klondike—118,
505,000 In Gold Received at Seattle
The Alaska gold fields have hardly been
scratched. What the future may bring
forth -no man can foresee. Certain it is
that young men of good health, with pluck
and energy and a determination to succeed
will dig immense fortunes out of the golden
sand of Cape Nome, Cape York, Cape
Prince of Wales, Norton Sound and Oolofin
Bay during the summer of 1900. Here is
what Mr. Wing writes:
The U. S. Assay Office
at Seattle. Wash.—
Office of the Assayer in Charge, Nov. 28th,
1899.—Mr. R. C. Stevens, Gen. Western
tne nonor to submit the following data
which I trust will be satisfactory. This of
fice was opened on July 15th, 1S98. Since
that date there have been 8,203 separate in
dividual deposits of bullion, aggregating
eighteen million five hundred and five thou
sand dollars one-third of which was re
ceived during the first fiscal year ended
June 80th, 18%) the balance since that time.
The comparative average values per ounce
of Klondike and Cape Nome gold areas fol
lows: §16.50 per ounce Klondike (18.50 per
ounce Cape Nome.
In my judgment the output for 1900 will
easily double that of 1899. In my prepara
tions for next season I am anticipating at
least twenty millions for this office alone,
on a basis of thirty millions as the entire
output of Alaska and the Northwest Terri
tory. All indications lead me to believe
that Cape Nome and its immediate vicinity
will equal the Klondike in amount of pro
duction. Trusting this will meet with your
requirements, I am. Respectfully Yours,
(Signed) F. A. WlNG, Assayer in Charge.
STRUGGLING YOUNG AUTHOR.
Ko Bin Demand for Hla Wares Bnt He
la Providing Agaiuat
a Rnah.
"I have just finished," said the struggling
young author, "another storage warehouse
tor returned manuscripts, this being of the
same dimensions as tne other, 20x60 and
four stories high, and, also like the other,
fireproof. I find it cheaper to build that
way and insure myself. It costs a little
more, of course, to make the structure fire
proof, but the interest on this additional
cost is less than the insurance would be,
and the difference I have set aside as a
sinking fund from which to pay the taxes
and repairs.
"You might infer from this that there
has been as yet no widespread general de
mand for the productions of my pen and,
if you should, your inference would be quite
correct indeed, such unanimity of senti
ment as appears seems to take the form
of rigidly observed neutrality, with the re
sult that my second warehouse has already
begun to fill rapidly.
But I have still no fear of the outcome
else, I should throw away these manuscripts
instead of storing them but as it is I think
I am simply putting down a gold mine.
Then, why doesn't somebody see at least
a color in these manuscripts now? Well,
I don't know: you can't always tell about
those things, but some day the gold is dis
covered I ve built both my warehouses on
corners so that when that discovery is
made, and the publishers swarm around the
buildings asking for manuscripts, I can de
liver not only from doors but from windows,
too."
Cow In a Golf Match.
Ed Tufts, of Los Angeles, was playing
golf with a friend recently. When he drove
From the third teeing ground, he sliced the
ball badly and sent it away to one side. It
stopped in front of a grazing cow, and Tufts
came up just in time to see it disappear into
the bovine mouth. When his opponent had
made his stroke, Tufts untethered the cow,
and, with many sounding thwacks of his
club, drove the beast to the third hole.
There he made her disgorge the ball, and,
neatly holing it, announced that he had
made the hole in two strokes. His oppon
ent calmly finished the hole in seven, and
claimed tne hole. "But I made it in. two,"
protested Tufts, gleefully. "No, you did
n't," declared the other "you made it in
39. You hit that cow 37 times, fori count
ed every stroke," and Tufts conceded the
hole.—San Francisco Argonaut.
A Snaplciona American Tonrlat.
The American tourist is so firmly con
vinced that he is being cheated on all hands
during his European travels that he occa
sionally oversteps the bounds of prudence.
"What is the price of this pin? asked a
young man in a Paris shop, handling a small
silver brooch of exquisite workmanship.
"Twenty francs, monsieur," said the clerk.
That's altogether too much," said the
young American. "It's for a present to my
sister. I'll give you five francs for it." "Zen
it would be I zat gave ze present to your
sis
ter," said the Frenchman, with a depreca
tory shrug, "and I do not know ze young
mademoiselle."—Chicago Chronicle.
Men who have committed no crimes some
times lie awake nights and can't sleep, but
the women don't believe it. Atchison
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Seattle, Wash.—A great many peopla
ridicule the storiea that are told of the fab
ulous riches of the Alaska gold fields. Re
ports of output of gold are characterized as
deliberate lies. Tne rush to the gold fields
is said to be fostered by railway and steam
ship managers. These "doubting Thom
ases" are respectfully referred to the fol
lowing letter from Mr. F. A. Wing, assaver
in charge of the United States assay office
at Seattle. It is sufficient evidence of the
amount of eold ACTUALLY DEPOSITED
AT THE SEATTLE ASSAY OFFICE.
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