Cheyenne record., March 25, 1915, Image 7

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The HOMW BEAUTIFUL
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?