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Among the Molt Beautiful of Plants Are the Different Varieties of Ferni, Cool Looking and Luxuriant. CARE OF THE FERNS By L. M. BENNINGTON. The ordinary way to propagate this class of plants is by dividing the plants, by the creeping rhizomes, by the little bulblets that form -on the fronde and by the seeds or spores that appear on the under side of the leaves. The enterprising fern lover will find It most interesting to propagate by spores and perchanco produce a really valuable addition to these beautiful and graceful plants. Procure a seed-pan or box with plenty of drainage holes, and cover the bottom with broken crockery. On KEEP LAWN WELL ROLLED To make a good lawn the soil re quires frequent rolling. In the first place a good lawn cannot be produced In one, two or three years, that Is, a perfect lawn, without depression and with a soil surface as smooth as a floor. A lawn roller can be made, without much expense, from cement, using gas pipe for the axle and framd. The form for setting the cement may be of wood, using very narrow slats or galvanized Iron. In case the latter Is used, the form may be left on the roller, and if it Is kept dry and pro tected from the weather, It will last a long time. A handy size for a lawn roller is one about 20 inches long by 14 inches In diameter. If one has the proper tools, which consist of a vise and a thread-cutting tool, a roller can be made In a short time, and at very little expense. FIGHTING THE FLOWER BUGS If the leaves of your plants curl up look for Insects. If red spider deluge the plant (not the soil) with clear, cold water. If aphis, fumigate with tobacco or wash them with strong soap suds, or with a tea made of quassia chips, as hot as the hand can bear. For white worms, let the soil get as dry as may be, then set the pot in a vessel containing quite hot wa ter, taking care not to scald the plant. Or, set the dry pot into a Tulip Bulbs Are Inexpensive and Should Be Ordered by the Hundred, Ihis place half-decayed sod and fill with mixed and sifted leaf mold and sand. Make the surface of the soil per fectly smooth and level, and then scat ter the spores on it and leave them without any covering, that is, of soil. However, they must be inclosed in glass by placing a pane of glass over the seed-box or pan. Water by placing the seed-pan ill water, and keep it there until the wa ter appears on the surface of the soil. Then remove at once, for too much water will destroy the spores. Keep the box in the light, but not the sun, remembering that ferns naturally grow in shady places and that we should try to follow nature’s lead. vessel containing llraewater until thoroughly saturated; or make a strong tea of black pepper, and sat urate the soil. If Insects appear on the ferns, ap ply flr-tree oil soap suds, dipping the plant so that it may be entirely cov ered. The bath may injure the plant, in inexperienced hands, but the insects will kill it. Try to use judgment. When you find a plant or plants with lice on them, have ready a large tight box and cover the bottom, of it with an inch of cut tobacco stems. On this sprinkle a little boil ing water, set the plants at once on the tobacco, cover tightly and leave for twenty-four hours. The lice will be sick if not dead. Repeat if neces sary. This is better than smoking or dipping. HOTBED FOR EARLY FLOWERS A hotbed enables one to gain a month on the season. They are made and handled like a coldframe, but are built In a three-foot-deep excavation which is filled to the level of the earth with fresh stable manure, which for a few days has been fermented and forked and fermented again. It must be trodden down and, when the soil is at 90 degrees temperature, covered with six inches of rich soil. Hank up the outside. When the sun shines the temperature of the air in the bed may be 70 to 80 and at other times 55 to 60 degrees. A hotbed extends the season of tender annuals by making possible an early Btart for transplant ing in May. THE CHEYENNE RECORD. TEMPERANCE NOTES (Conducted by the National Woman’s Christian Temperance Union.) SALOON THE PAUPER-MAKER. One out of every ten people a pauper! This statement is made con cerning Cook county. Illinois, of which county the city of Chicago con stitutes the chief part, and is given in the annual report of the president of the board of county commissioners. During last year the number helped was 250,000, the chief cause of need in 9,000 of these cases being reported as unemployment. The close connec tion between the 7,000 saloons of Chldago and the burden of pauperism is easily seen. Any business man accustomed to employ labor could make a tolerably accurate conjecture that fully two-thirds of the men who cannot in ordinary times secure em ployment are unreliable and undesir able as workmen because of their in dulgence in liquor. And the men and women who each year dig deep into their pockets for the taxes necessary to care for these 250,000 paupers and other dependent citizens, are in a majority of cases the same men and women who li cense the institution that produces them! MENACE TO THE BOY. (From the speech of Congressman Garrett of Texas, in behalf of tlio Hobson resolution.) "I am not afraid of the blind tiger for my boy or myself, but of the tiger that can see—the tiger that stands on every prominent corner with bright lights that blink at me. Young men do not begin the drink habit in the blind tigers. They learn to drink at mahogany tables in the high class beer gardens and restaurants, where they serve nice little drinks with fruit stick ing around them. When you took our slaves away from us we suffered, but we thank you for it today. We thought we had a right to decide that question for ourselves, but you said we could not. Now when we want to destroy %e saloon curse, you will yell 'states rights' at us.” JUNIORS DRY UP THE TOWN. In Georgetown, O., a few weeks be fore election, young men of from fif teen to twonty years of age organ ized a Junior Business Men's club and announced themselves as a "bunch oi winners.” They made a thorough canvass of the town and solicited every voter, saying to the drinking classes, “You wanted saloons in your day; you’ve had them; we boys don’t want them In our midst; won't you help give us what we want?” The result was that Georgetown went “dry” three to one. This campaign has attracted much attention in the state and the “wets” feel they have nothing to hope from the new gen eration about to step into the elec torate. LIFE-CONSERVER. An exhaustive investigation into 2,000,000 lives insured during the last 24 years was recently completed by the life insurance companies. Ar thur Hunter, a New York actuary, re porting some of these findings to the Association of Life Insurance Presi dents in New York city, said they showed that “the loss of 500,000 men in the present war could be made good in less than ten years through complete abstinence . frpm alcoholic beverages by the inhab’tarfts of Rus sia.” FOOD FOR THOUGHT. The following figures are given by a writer in economics: In 365 daye there are (24 hours to the day) 8.G7C hours. The church is open on ar average of 600 hours a year, the schools about 1,900 hours, the aver age factory about 2,400 hours, and the average business concern about 2,800 hours, while the saloon anc other like resorts are open about 4,725 hours. SAME OLD PROBLEM. The problem that faces us today Is the problem all ages have wrestled with, and the pen of history has yet to record its perfect solution, that of causing the individual to accept in his life the ideas and the ideals that mark the trail of an advanced civilization.— Mrs. Amy C. Deech, National W. C. T. U. organizer. GOOD JOB FOR BOYS. At an Epworth league meeting re cently a group of boys, each with a spade on his shoulder, marched to the platform. Another boy met them and asked: “Where are you going, boys?" In unison and with emphasis they replied: “Going to bury the liquor traffic,” and then marched from the stage. The Married Life of Helen and Warren By MABEL HERBERT URNER Originator of ‘Their Married Life/* Author of “The Journal of a Neglected Wife,” ‘The Woman Alone,” etc. Warren Orders an Expensive Dinner and Helen Can Think Only of the Check (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) “We'll, not order just yet," Warren waved aside the dinner card. “Ex pect a gentleman here In a minute.” “Very well, air,” the waiter filled their glasses, placed the menu before them and hurried off. “Dinner de Luxe, two dollars," read Helen, with a gasp of dismay “Two Hollars! Why, that’s outrageous! It was never more than a dollar and a half." “That is pretty stiff," Warren ad mitted. "Well, now they’ve got the crowd coming—they've boosted the price." “But we don’t have to take the din ner, do we?" persisted Helen. "Can t we order a la carte?" “Yes, and it’ll cost a darn sight more before we're through." '"“Not if we don’t order so much, and it’s so hot tonight, dear, we won’t want much.” “There’s Elliot now!” Warren waved the card at a man in white flannels standing expectantly in the doorway. He saw the signal and made his way toward them. “Hope 1 haven't kept you waiting,” as lie greeted Helen. Then in answer to Warren's query, "Yes, a dry Mar tini.” Helen was unresponsive to Mr. El liot's genial efforts to include her in the conversation. She had come to dread his semiannual trip to New York, because Warren always took him out and always paid the bill. “Now, let's get this ordering over first." Warren pushed the card to ward Elliot. “What do you feel like —the dinner?" “Looks pretty heavy. 1 don't know about you folks, but I want some thing light this weather." Helen greeted this announcement with enthusiasm. “I was just telling Warren that. We’d ail be much better off if we'd eat less while it's so warm.” “All right, we'll order then." War ren turned to the waiter. “Let's see your a la carte card.” The waiter brought it with evident reluctance. “How about clams?" suggested Warren. “I can always eat clams," agreed Mr. Elliot. “Cocktail or plain?” “Plain." Helen made a troubled note that clams here were 35 cents —that made a dollar and five for the first course. Perhaps the dinner would have been cheaper after all. “Soup?" asked Warren. “That St. Germain ought to be pretty good— they make it of fresh peas now.” "Oh, it's too warm for soup," in terrupted Helen, hoping desperately that Warren was not going to order a course dinner at a la carte prices. It would be twice as much as the table d’hote. “Chicken broth Jellied,” suggested Mr. Elliot, “that's cold." At this Helen dropped her eyes to hide their resentment. "All right—three chicken broths," ordered Warren. Then, reading from the fish list: “Bass, Fresh Mackerel, Filet of Sole?” "Oh, dear, I don't think it's safe to eat fish,” broke in Helen, determined ly- "lt ought to be all right at a place like this,” Mr. Elliot assured her. “1 had some solo here last Bummer that was exceptionally fine.” Now, Elliot, look over those entrees. Anything there strikes you?” Helen was wretchedly twisting the napkin in her lap: Clams, soup, fish, and now an entree and probably a roast! Oh, why hadn't they taken the dinner? Every moment increased her fierce resentment of this man. How could he let Warren order so extrava gantly? Howevdr, he did suggest that they skip the entree, but for the roast he proposed guinea hen —one of the high est priced items on the menu. "How about that, waiter?" asked Warren. "That guinea hen enough for three?" Helen almost gasped. The guinea hen was s2.oo—surely ho would not order an extra portion! But the waiter said the hens were fair sized and, with the rest of the dinner, should be enough for three. “Well, bring with it some new po tatoes and green peas. That'll do. I’U give the rest of the order later. Now, let’s see your wine card.” By this time Helen was almost in , tears. What would this dinner cost? “I'll tell you a good summer wine— sparkling Chablls,” suggested Mr. El liot. cheerfully. “Do you like a spar- kllng wine, Mrs. Curtis?” “Why, I know so little about wines,’* answered Helen, fearing that sparkling Chablis was expensive, and wanting to order Medoc, the cheapest claret on the list. "I often tell Warren I enjoy the red ink at those Italian tables d'hote as much as I do champagne.” But this hint for inexpensive claret passed unnoticed. Everything was exceptionally good and well served, but Helen, who kept trying to add up In her mind the amount of the bill, could not enjoy it. She had propped the menu against the mirrored wall beside her and kept glancing at it to verify the prices. After the roast Warren ordered en dive salad, then coffee, cordial and cigars. It was half-past ten before he called for the check. "Here's something 1 haven’t seen since I was in Paris," remarked Mr. Elliot abruptly, taking up the pepper grinder with its unground pods and grinding out a few grains on the ta blecloth. “No, you don't often see those,” Helen answered stiffly, feeling that this was merely to make conversation while Warren paid the bill. "Pepper should always be ground fresh. Now, in India they serve it in —," began Mr. Elltctt, but Helen did not hear the rest: she was watching anxiously for the waiter to bring the check. It was well over twelve dollars, but she had a morbid desire to know the exact amount. Mr. Elliot was launcheJ on a long stoiy about India, so that he might seem absorbed while Warren paid, a subterfuge which she knew. Warren was too generous and whole souled to see through. The waiter was coming now. But, to Helen's astonishment, he placed the tray by Mr. Elliot —not by Warren. Then she saw that it was not the check—but money! Several bills and some silver! What did it mean? “See here, what's this?" demanded Warren, with a puzzled frown. "Got ahead of you this trip," smiled Mr. Elliot, shoving a dollar bill to ward the waiter and pocketing the rest. "I've dined with you every time I’ve been in New York, so it was about my turn.” “But, how in the devil— ’’ “That was easy. Just slipped the head waiter a twenty-dollar bill as 1 came in. Told him to deduct the check." "Well, It's one on me, all right." grinned Warren, “but you'll not put that over again.” Helen's first sensation had been an immense relief. Warren did not have to pay the check—it was paid! But then, came the thought of her ungra ciousness to Mr. Elliot. The color flooded her face as she fumbled with her fan. Did she imag ine it, or was he looking at her with a grim satisfaction. It was a relief when he left them at the subway. “Nice fellow,” mused Warren, as he lit a cigarette. “Yes. Elliot's a mighty fine fellow. Corking dinner, too.” Then, suddenly. “What the devil made you so glum?" "Why. dear, 1 wasn’t—l didn’t mean to be. I've had a headache all day from the heat —perhaps that was It.” "Well, when a man gives a dinnei like that, it's up to you to look pleas ant." "But I didn't know it was his din ner—l thought—” Helen stopped in confusion; she had not intended to ad mit that. “Oh, that's it, is it?” Warren gave her a keen glance. "You thought the dinner was on me, and you were sc blamed stingy you begrudged every mouthful!" “You know It wasn’t ‘that,” lied Helen, miserably. “You don’t think I—” “You’re a fine kill-joy,” contempt uously. “See here, this thing's grow ing on you. By Jove, if you get to begrudging what we eat —” But tile rest Was lost in the roat of the train as it doew in. Helen sank Into a seat, her eyes fixed on the blank walls of the sub way. Was she really so small and mercenary? Was this desire to save growing upon her? If it was, how could she combat it? She thought of the wasted evening, of the dinner which she should have enjoyed, but which had been for hei only a period of torture. And yet when Warren was con stantly complaining of "hard times," how could she enjoy a dinner upon which she felt he was squandering money so recklessly?