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■ p a and Ma Failed to Understand Where Ruth’s Real Strength Lay. By DONALD ALLEN. ■ ifoDyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa per Syndicate.) 1 Josiah Streeter was unusually sturdy ■ and strong, and he was very proud of I the fact. I His wife was unusually sturdy and strong, and she was proud of the fact. Farmer Streeter could twist a bar- I re) of cider around as easily as a city tailor could his goose. He could I shoulder a bag of flour at the gate I and carry it into the house without breathing faster. He could lift a I yearling calf over a rail fence, or hang V up a dressed hog to cool no matter what the weight. The wife had never been heard to R say that she was tired, and had she asked the husband to move a bureau 1 or lift the soap kettle off the fire it would have been a matter of great V surprise. When a man hired out to Farmer Streeter he must be a strong man. If F he couldn’t work sixteen hours a day and not get tired he was put down as a weakling and advised to look for a job in a clothespin factory. It was into such an atmosphere that Ruth Streeter was born, and her com ing was a disappointment to her par ents and a wonder to others. “Why, she’s a dwarf!” exclaimed the father. ‘‘Oh, she’ll grow, but she’ll never be strong,” replied the mother. “You can’t hear her squall more’n a rod away.” "I know it.” "If she has the measles or the whooping cough, she’ll be a goner, sure.” “Yes; she won’t last three days.” "And what are we going to do about it?” “Why, Josiah, we can’t kill her!” "Noap, of course not, but why couldn’t she have been a bouncer in stead of a little runt?” Very early in her young life Ruth betrayed the fact that she was going to be a Streeter only in name. The father and mother had loud voices; the child spoke softly. Most children of her age would have been roaming the fields or climbing trees, but this one had more interest in pictures found in the few books in the house. The hired man would have made a pet of her, but her look of dignity kept them at a distance. When old enough to be sent to the district school, and after she had been a pupil for a couple of weeks, the teacher called at the farmhouse. “You must not let Ruth study her lessons at night. She is so anxious to learn that she will overtax her -—train," he said. "Don’t she look frail to you?” was as' ed. “She seems to be perfectly well, but she’s never going to make a strong woman.” "That’s what her father and me are afraid of.” "Afraid?" “Yes —that she’ll grow up to be a lady instead of knowing about house work! How much education should she have?” “Just as much as she can get.” “But we can’t have a lady in the house!” “But Ruth is going to grow up and get married and leave you. Don’t you think it will help her to get a better husband if she’s a lady and well educated?” That evening the matter was talked over between the parents, and the father said: “I can see a heap of trouble ahead for us, but it can’t be handled just now. Does Ruth know that you can handle a forty-pound feather bed with one hand?” “She has seen me do it, and didn't seem to care.” “Does she know that you can bring two big hams from the smokehouse at once?” “Yes, but she don’t praise me.” “Has she been told that I can hoe more corn in a day than any man in the county?” “Yes, I told her.” “And that I can lift a barrel of cider?” “Yes.” “And that I won a prize pitching hay?” “I have told her all this,” sighed the wife. “And she —she —” “She asked why we didn’t have more books in the house!” It was queer enough that Ruth should be one of the family and not of the family. There was disappoint ment on the side of the parents — there was a strangeness on her side. “Ma, the Lord sent that girl to the wrong house!” said the father at last. 'Tve sometimes thought so,” was the reply. “And so has she, but nobody’s to blame as I can see. She’s here, and she’s sorter useless, but we’ve got to bear the burdens the Lord puts upon us.” At fourteen Ruth was sent to the village school. After two years she was sent away to a boarding school. Not because her parents had changed their minds about her being “sorter Useless,” but as Farmer Streeter had observed as he sat before the fire one evening: “Ma, I’m not complainin’ about Ruth any more.” “No, you ain’t, pa.” “I said once that the Lord brought her here.” -Yes.” “Well, I’m leavin’ it to him to bring it around as he thinks best. I wish she had taken to sewin’, patchin’, makin’ bread and cuttin’ carpet rags, but as she didn’t, mebbe she was sorter told to go the other way. How’s her eddecation cornin’ on?” I ain t asked her many questions and she ain’t told me much, but Par son Davis told me the other day that he heard she was one of the smartest girls in school. She’ll be finished up this fall, you know.” “And then come back to us?” “Yes.” “And then —then—” he queried after a time. “I dunno, Josiah—l dunno!” They had a world circumscribed by the farm limits. They knew what went on in their world, but not in the other. It was work, work in their world. There were four seasons in a year, and particular work for each season. They awoke at just such an hour; they went to bed at just such an hour. Their meals seldom varied. They plowed and dragged and sowed and planted. They gathered the cropc. The farmer gave exhibitions of his strength and boasted of his health, and the wife boasted of the soft soap she had made, and her jars of pickled peaches she had put by. Work, work, work, and never rec reation! They judged no one by'their talk or intelligence, but it was always: “Why, that fellow wouldn't be worth his salt in a harvest field!” One day the farmer came home from town with a stranger in the wagon with him. “His name is Durand,” he explained to his w r ife, “and he says he paints pictures. He wants board and lodg ings for the winter, that he may paint some winter scenes. He says he will pay our price and give little trouble. "He’ll turn up his nose at corned beef and salt pork, won’t he?” “If he does he’ll have to go. He looks kinder pale and sickly, and I don’t believe he can throw a cat over the fence, but we’ll let him come if you say so.” And thus it happened that when Miss Ruth returned home she found Mr. Charles Durand, artist, from the city, duly installed and at work on a sketch of late autumn. “I wouldn’t give him his board for what corn he could husk,” whispered the father that evening. “Why, he don’t know enough to put a collar on a horse,” added the mother. It was a week or more after her return home that Miss Ruth told her parents that she had heard of Mr. Durand, and that some of his paint ings had sold for twice the value of their farm, and that she had made fair headway as an amateur artist and wished to take lessons of him. The father groaned and the mother sighed. “Father,” said the girl, "you have owned this farm for twenty years. You have worked like two oxen—you and mother. How much better off are you than when when you began?” “Two thousand dollars,” he proudly replied. "You have worked with your muscle, father, and you have made a hundred dollars a year. A young man will go through college in three years, and then by use of his brains make from three to five thousand a year. You have a contempt for the man who can’t life a barrel of cider, and yet he may make more money in a week than you have in a year. Doctor Grey can not lift a hundred pounds, but when your hired man broke his leg the doc tor’s hill was $40." Neither father nor mother had a word to say and the girl continued: “You have been disappointed in me because I am not a big, strong, husky girl and don’t take to housework. It took me less than a fortnight to make some sketches over at Brownsville that I sold for one hundred dollars.” "Gosh!” exclaimed the father. "There Isn’t a lawyer in the state that can hold a plow for a hundred feet, and yet the poorest one of them makes ten times the money you do. You have thought me helpless and useless. You have thought all people so not made of iron.” “Yes,” admitted the father, “sorter useless, and now I can realize that me and your ma have been sorter fools all the time.” When a fine landscape is signed “Durand” it isn’t always the work of Mr. Charles Durand. It may be the creation of his wife, Mrs. Durand, for merly Ruth Streeter. And father and mother don’t have to work any more. Treatment for Deaf and Dumb. Deaf babies sent to the Utah school for the deaf, dumb and blind at Ogden, will, after this year, be segregated from the older children and kept in a new dormitory and kindergarten. Superintendent Driggs and the state board of trustees decided to use this effort to prevent the babies from learning the manual or sign language used by the older children. The school authorities believe that in this way they will be better able to teach the children to understand conversa tion by the lip method, and that they can be taught how to Bpeak in the same manner by which Helen Holler was taught. Casualties. Probably nobody yet grasps the sig nificance of casualties running into the millions. If they are published in Hades —which is the most suitable place for them—Tamerlane must be quite crestfallen as he contrasts them with his own amateurish exploits If this war is civilized we prefer the savage sort, as being, on tb.e whole, a lesser affliction.— Saturday Evening Post THE CITIZEN, FREDERICK, MD flflPE PATCH GOOD FOR SUMMER PIG FEED u ' V : ' ''• ' s -•>-- - , v:-.- • ,•■ ■•'.%.! ••- • : ><•- ; -Vx • > \ '■■■.. ■ • A Profitable Bunch of Hogs. <By JAMES G. FULLER, Wisconsin Ex periment Station.) Sow a patch of rape. It will furnish the growing pigs with a wealth of pal atable green feed, and if given a chance to "come back,” will produce crop after crop of excellent succu lence. The most satisfactory method of growing this crop for swine is to pro vide three yards of about equal size and seed them three weeks apart with one and one-fourth bushels of oats and five pounds of rape to the acre. The first lot, of course, is generally sown MAKING MONEY IN PORK PRODUCTION Quality Is More Important Than Size in Breeders—Avoid Elephantine Animal. It is mighty hard work to correct your lack of ability as a feeder by buying a coarse-boned breeding boar. The best type of swine have been evolved from the experience of breed ers and packers. Quality is more important than size in selecting the breeding stock. We are at the beginning of a pe riod* of enlightenment concerning the possibilities of hog farming. Heavy feeding does not always pro duce proportionate gains. At five months of age, the pig’s most valuable asset is about one hundred and twenty pounds of bone and muscu lar development, aided and supported by a keen and natural appetite. Avoid the elephantine hog or steer —they are freaks that cannot be re lied upon to give a carcass of great value or weight. The liberty of pasture affords the growing pigs the exercise necessary to produce perfect health and body development. Get a farm, young man, and raise good hogs It is a mistake to think we can find profit in buying milk feeds to supplement our corn crop, and neg lect to provide pasture and forage crops. Coarseness indicates low vitality, sluggishness slow-feeding quali ties. The ideals of the breeder and pack er are coming more and more toward one common standard. The demands of the packers are the reason for show-yard excellence. When farmers recognize the possi bility of exclusive pork production as a specialized branch of animal indus try, and evolve systems of farm man agement adapted to the business, it will become attractive as a business proposition, and herds of well-bred hogs will become common in many lo calities where few good hogs are now seen. RIGHT TREATMENT FOR FENCE POSTS Pile Neatly and Allow Them to Thoroughly Season—Plan for Charring. When most farmers prepare to build fences they set green posts and then when they begin to rot off at the top of the ground after four or five years they grumble and fret a great deal about the trials and tribulations of fencing. As a matter of fact, if the posts are neatly piled in the dry and allowed to thoroughly season, and then are treated by charring the end which is to be placed in the ground, and the top, which should be slanting, is painted with red lead and linseed oil, they will last 50 or 60 years. Here is the method for charring. Build a heap of logs 10 or 12 feet long, set it on fire, and when burning brisk ly, lay upon the fire the ends of as many poßts as it will accommodate crosswise. Turn them over a time or two, and when slight coal has formed upon the surface, throw them into a pile and put on others. You can treat four or five hundred a day and if practiced by every farmer when build ing fence it would save enough in a few years to build good roads in every community. as soon in the spring as the ground is dry enough to work. The pigs can be turned on to the first lot as soon as the rape is from 14 to 18 inches in height, and as soon as they have eaten it down to four or five leaves to the stock, the -pigs are transferred to the next patch and so rotated from one lot to the other throughout the summer.. . If well supplied with satisfactory forage during the summer months, pigs can be finished for market and fattened off quickly -as soon as the crop matures. MANY LITTLE JOBS FOR BUSY FARMERS Lambing Ewes Should Have Proper Shelter—Clean Up the Henhouse. Sorry you did not fix up a house for the lambing ewes? May lose enough lambs to pay for a new one. The spring pigs are coming along now. Thousands die every year from too much cold wind. Get into the grape vines with a knife and pruning shears, if you know how to prune. Otherwise keep out. Now is the time when the lice get busy in the chicken house. At ’em with the kerosene can and the white wash brush. What a pity to let the baby chicks perish in the cold wind for lack of shelter. The spring crop of calves is coming now. Dehorn them by using a bit of caustic instead of sawing them off a year later. Do not give the sow’s nest too much litter at farrowing time. Many pigs are destroyed by a too full nest. No nest ever made for a hen beats n half barrel laid on its side, particularly for March weather. The bees will be taking a spring flight. Examine them after they conic back to ascertain if they have enough food to last till the blossoms come. A strong spring wind will dry all the moisture out of the tree roots if left exposed long while planting. The climbing cutworm is working away on the newly set trees and vines these nights. Keeps out of sight in daytime. Keep him away by a strip of stiff paper put around the plant and pushed an inch into the soil. Make a fair written contract with the hired man. Saves misunderstand ings. An hour in the workshop repairing now will save time later when It is more valuable. The heavy rains and strong winds will push over the fence posts. Straighten them up. Potatoes will sprout now if given light and air. BUCKWHEAT IS BEST GRAIN FOR POULTRY Chickens and Turkeys Allowed to Harvest Crop Trampling Down Does No Damage. (By A. J. LEGG.) Buckwheat is the best grain crop that we have ever tried to furnish a foraging ground for poultry. I sow late in July and allow the chickens and turkeys to harvest it They are all the better for the exer cise and the only cost Is for the seed and work of preparing the soil and sowing It. Late in last July I sowed about one acre where the chickens and turkeys could have free access. They began to work on it as soon as the grains were filled and were at work on It foi nearly two months. If it is trampled down on the ground the grains will not damage unless It is warm enough to sprout them. Buck wheat will lie on the ground all win ter and grow In the spring. A buckwheat Btubble makes an ex cellent feeding ground for poultry dur ing pleasant days throughout the fall and winter season and the poultry en joy the exercise. Our hens, pullets and September hatched chicks are all In fine condi tion, largely due to the buckwheat to which they have free access. rti HE WAS SWEET-LOOKING COP Humble Maid Servant Expresses Ad miration for General Wood, Chief of Staff of the Army. Gen. Leonard Wood, chief of staff of the United States army, has had many expressions of admiration voiced as to his personal appearance. It re mained, however, for a humble maid servant to apotheosize bis looks. A young girl—who, knowing the general, worships him as her hero— always keeps a photograph of him in uniform on her dressing table. One day, entering her bedroom suddenly, she chanced upon her newly acquired maid, who stood agape, with gleaming eyes, holding the photograph in her hand. Startled into speech, the servant asked: "What’s he, miss?” "He's an officer, Norah.” The young mistress deemed that answer suffi cient. “Gee, miss," was the breathless com ment as the maid put down the pic ture lingeringly; "but ain’t he the sweet-lookin’ cop!”—Neale's Monthly. SHE ATTRACTED THE COPPERS. Mrs. Oldwed—Why did you pick out such a pretty cook? Mrs. Newwed —My husband is away a great deal, and I wanted to have police protection. Convincing Proof. “How can you tell whether a man has been married only a short while, or long enough to get used to it?” “You can tell that very easily by ob serving how he says, 'I have a wife to provide for.’ ” "Yes?” “If he says it proudly, he hasn’t been married long, but if he says it with an air of deep dejection you may be sure that the iron has entered bis soul.” Doubtful. “How would you like to be a wound ed French soldier from the trenches, convalescing in a luxurious Paris ho tel, which had been converted into a military hospital, and with a beautiful nurse to wait on you who was prob ably a nobleman’s daughter?” “No doubt that would be fine, but I don’t believe I would enjoy heaven much if I had to go through hell to get there.” Getting Serious. Mr. Newpop (2 a. m. at the phone) —Hello, doctor! Can you come down and see the baby right away? Doctor —What seems to be the trou ble? Mr. Newpop—l—l’m not quite sure, but I think he has insomnia. Deserved Punishment. “Did you ever have a desire to go on the stage?" asked the man who had a minor part in the show. "Oh, yes,” replied his neighbor. "The first time I ever saw you try to act 1 did.” Used to Growling. Mrs. Myles—What has become of that nurse you used to have for your pet dog? Mrs. Styles—Oh, she’s married. "She ought to get along all right. She’s used to growling.” Beemed So. Bacon —I see the human family Is subject to about twelve hundred dif ferent kinds of disease and ailments. Egbert—Well that can’t be right, for my wife has over twelve hundred ailments alone. A Bcarecrow. Bill —I see a woman who conducts i farm near Lob Angeles wearß male Slothing when at work. Jill—That possibly saves the trouble it putting up a scarecrow. LITTLE SADIE’S BRIGHT IDEk, Anecdote of Luxurious Living Re lated by Will Parry—When Cat / Licks Cream Off the Milk. They were speaking; of luxurious living, and this anecdote was recalled by Will Parry, who was recently ap pointed a member of the federal trade commission by President Wilt son; One afternoon the teacher of A public school In the country spoke tG the young children relative to com-; rnon phrases and questioned them as to the meaning of certain terms. "For instance.” remarked the teachs er, addressing the whole class, “what is meant by the lap of luxury7*' “Please. Miss Mary," exclaimed a little girl, with brightening counte nance “I can tell you.” “Very well. Radio,” encouragingly responded the teacher. "What is it?” “It means,” was the triumphant re joinder of the small pupil, “when the cat sneaks Into the pantry and ticks the cream off the milk.”—Philadel phia Telegraph. Both Gifted. "Mrs. Olobson seems to have fine taste in potteries." "Oh, yes. Bhe’s a real connoisseur. Mr. Olobson's talents lie in another direction." “Yes?" “He has fine taste in the contents of bottles.” Altruistic. "I'm troubled about roy landlady.' “Why so?” “She has such a long-suffering air." "What do you propose to do?" "I thought of trying to interest her In votes for women, so she would get her mind off the fact that she has to take in lodgers for a living." Materialized. Medium—l have called the spirit of your wife from the vast beyond. Do you wish to ask her any question through me? The Widower—Yes; ask her where she put my pearl shirt studs. A Redeeming Feature. Famous Actor —Oh, yes. I’m mar ried, but I always think it’s kind o’ tough on a girl that marrieß one of us traveiin’ men. "Still it might bo worse. 1 suppose you’re away from home most of the time.”—Life. Looks Likely. Church—l see Professor Soddy of England says it will soon be possible to turn lead into gold. Gotham—ln that case little Belgium ought somo day to be a gold mine. Catching. "Aren’t you afraid to sit down ao close to me, grandpa?” “Afraid, my dear. Why?” '"Cos all my dolls have got the measles."—Boston Evening Transcript. Costly Bluff. Crawford—ls he sorry he boasted so much to his wife about his Income? Crabßhaw —I should say he waa! She Is using It as evidence against him In her suit for alimony.—Judge. His Idea of Home. "I don’t see why he maintains a home. He’s never there.” . “That’s true, but he says a fellow has to have some place to go after the cafes close.”—Detroit Free Press. Reward of Virtue. Hokus—W’iat’B the matter with Flubdub? He looks as though he didn't have a friend in the world. Pokus—Oh, he’B still keeping hia New Year resolutions.—Judge. Making Btrldea. “There was a time when it was con sidered improper for women to study botany.” “Fancy that! And now they are dabbling in politics.” FINE. “Haw, haw, old man! I thought you said that fine fish abounded in this stream." "Yes, and there'B a shining exam ple. A fish so fine as to be hardly visible to the naked eye." Suitable Matrimony. y “So the dressmaker married the tailor?” "Yes. 1 don’t know of a marriage where there could be two more fit ting mates." Doubling Misfortune. "Trouble never comes single, does It?" “No; I know a family who last year had double pneumonia and the "it year had twlna"