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ieer Press puts the humBei in the state at 1,597, f,806 a year agQ before license law took effect. jstiiL Canning company is fg fiW about fifty hands. Icity of their manufactory doubled this summer. rdware stores of A. Franken- H. Wardsworth were bur at Glencoe. Frankenfield's 50, and Wardsworth'g ice that amount, Wicklow, aged fifteen, fell Ivheat stacknear Montgom 'I dislocated his neck, death en f= bonce. Wicklow lived with h^ ler $ Wheatland township. *ir the St. Croix boom has out this year 350,000,00C ogs, the largest amount evei out by the boom in one sea- x|. Sheffield rented the Robin at Faribault and is about it to its full capacity. This "Bheffiekl from both his mills a Jt of 800 barrels of flour per Indians are becoming quit* ous around Perham, and as are committing a great many lations. It is said they are |g on Big Pine Lake with nets us contrary to law. J1 creamery at Wadena, will shut on Sept. 1 on account of the Iweather and inability to get enough to keep the works in %t^tt It will resume business ti ab'out the first of next May. .farmer named Erick Swensen his team and buggy stolen, lsen lives seven miles north ol coe, and came to attend the lodist Church. During services were taken. "JT^ie village ofMazeppa has asensa in the disgraceful proceedings ol young men and three young girls, te§^ a high old time recently drink beer and whisky. One ofthe men ig in $1,000 bonds, while the othei .... off with a $50 fine. lemming Hanson, a farmer living Jr Alden, was thrown from his gon between his horses, while J,cking,recently, and the team run ig away, one of his shoulder blades .s broken in three pieces, his lungs tre injured, and he is not likely to jrvive the accident. JAt Duluth, a party of small boys lole some dynamite cartridges zmJ[ a gang of blas clearing land, thinking ley could be used as fire-crackers. •—ne of the boys pounded one with a -one and had his right hand lacera- 4d and head cut. The boy will re aver. A sneak thief entered the up town of .he Eochester fair associa 'I .ring the absence of the entry -,le *.s a*- stole $25 worth of one jent stamps, besides a few dollars in jmall chaiigQ. It is hoped that ivhen the thief attempts to dispose of his large ount of stamps he ai«»be appiis*- *ided. Tfiebr- and granary of N. Stein, Jiving in bannon Falls were de stroyed by fire, caused by a boy's olaying with matches. Mr Stein al io lost two horses, farm machinery, 1,000 bushels of oats, and a quantity Df hay, flax and barley, the loss ag gregating $1,500. Waterville Advance—The large acre age of winter wheat in this section ol ihe country is a big item as compar ed with the spring wheat, especially in the prairies. While the spring i^fcg&t is threshing out seven and jjight bushels of poor quality oi ^"^•"i Wheat, the winter wheat is yielding irorn twenty to thirty-five bushels ber acre and of good quality. For the first time in the history of IVIinnesota an ex-convict who has Deen released on a conditional par Ion has been brought back to prison mm JK serve the remainder of his sen tence in consequence of violating the Conditions of his pardon, says the Stillwater Messenger. The party is 3elheim ofKandiyohi county, charged jvith attempted .rape. A All indications point to a shortage v. 1 Duluth of anthracite coal alone, s^l1 *^e a 3 IN MINNESOTA] BOLDON'S EXPEDIENT. needed in the north- Yy&h4-100,000tons. This will be juue .to the great increase of consump tio in the northwest, and lack of dTifficient railroad faeilfties to trans port coal from the mines ito the lake hipping ports. The shortage must ie supplied from Milwaukee and Chi cago. Id The new normal school -at Moor J^bad has opened and has about Ityrfy students to begin «rith, which -jamfoer is expected to be doubled ,.fter threshing. The building pre 'ents a fine appearance and is ad mirably fitted up for school purposes. 'he following is the faculty: h, C. JLord, president, Latin mental jciences W. F. Rocheleau, institute Londuetor natural science Louise A. jiY fcClintoek, American history, En fi lish, vocal music Elizabeth B. lark, pedagogy, English H. N. jffjfearce, natural science, mathematics. v*fi "I am fairly dished—ruined—done for. I had better order my coffin while I can pay for it." This was the sad soliloquy of Mr. James Boldon, solicitor and notary public, as he sat alone in his office in High street, Westborough, one October mornings And truly Mr. James Boldon's pos ition was not a happy one. He was a young man lately admitted as a solicitor, and he had spent all his little capital to no purpose in trying to make a practice for himself in the town of Westborough, w* He was almost a stranger in the town, and, although he had been there nearly a year, he had hardly suc ceeded in making an acquaintance, much less in gaining clients. The re port that there was "an opening" in the place, on the strength of which he had come there, had proved to be entirely fallacious. The town was just large enough to hide him. It was in vain that he went regularly to St. Augustine's mission chapel, in the hope of having his name put on the building committee of the new church in vain that he frequented (at proper hours) the billiard room of the new Royal hotel vain that he sedulously attended the county court and the police court with a glazed black bag which held nothing but a newspaper and one or two law books. Business would not come to him. Nobody knew him, and nobody cared to know him. There was, indeed, one man who knew him—one who might, if he had any business whatever, have proved a useful friend—Mr. Lionel Winn, editor of the Westborough Independ ent. The young man made the ac quaintance of Mr. Winn over the bill iard table. But of what use was it to have the means of getting a flat tering notice in the newspaper when there was absolutely nothing to no tice? It was nearly 12 o'clock, Mr. James Boldon had been looking over his ledger, and even his sanguine dispo sition failed him as he marked the state of things there disclosed. He rose from the table with a groan, put on his hat, and, telling his solitary office boy (who was improving his time by boring holes in the fid of his desk) that he would not be in till aft er lunch, he sallied forth into the street. Not having any particular object in view, he thought he might as well go to the railway station and get a London paper, and thither he directed his steps. After buying his paper, Boldon ob served on the platform the station master, whom he knew by sight, en gaged in an angry altercation with a elderly man who looked like a farm laborer. A little crowd surrounded the disputants, and Bolden sauntered up to see what was the matter. "A tell 'ee a've coom from Lam borne, an' a'll pa no more," said the man. "You must pay the fare from Lon don all the same," returned the sta tion master, angrily. "Here's the by-law. You can read it fo1' yourself —that is, if you can reaV' "Naw, a caan't." "Well, it says that one traveling •without a ticket must pay the fare from the station at which the train started. How am I to know you on ly got in at Lamborne?" The dispute went on, the station master, who had been a sergeant in the guards, and had a great idea of the importance of his office and the necessity of enforcing the law, having evidently the best of it. The young solicitor ventured to say something for the van and was roughly advised mind his wn business. This rather nettled him and as the poor man protested that he could not pay the fare from London —7s. 10d.—and there was every prospect that he would be taken before the magis trates, Boldon good naturedly paid the money for him, and the matter was at an end. Our hero walked abstractedly back to his .office, pondering over the hard case of the poor man whom he had succored and his deliberations lasted for some time. On the following Saturday morn ing Boldon -omitted to shave, and stayed indoors all day. After a sub stantial .early dinner he proceeded to make some changes in his raiment. He pMton an old tweed suit consider ably £he worse for wear, and a pair of boosts at had seen better days. His hat lhe took from a well-merited oblivion, and ifinally he adorned his neck with a Ted and blue woolen com forter. Tiras equipped, he set out for a walk to Lamborne, a small town about 10 imileB-off. He reaehedhis destination about 7 o'clock the .evening, and his first proceeding was to go to an inn and order some tea. Having refreshed himself, h8 left the inn, after exchang ing a few words with the landlady, and visited two or three shops. In -each shop he made ojte or two small purchases, directing that the goods should be sent to himat Westborough and in each case he was careful to take a receipt for the money he paid. Then he went to the railway station, at which he knew the London train for Westborough and the west would stop in a few minutes, made one or two trifling purchases at the book stall and managed to engage the man who kept the stall in con versation for some time. The train came in as he was still talking to the man at the bookstall, and Boldon quickly took his seat in it, without having gone through the formality of taking a ticket. When the train arrived at West borough, the young solicitor ex plained that he had joined train at Lamborne and tendered the fare from that town. As he expected, the money was refused and the full fare from London demanded. This Mr. Bolden positively refused to pay, and accordingly he was detained till the station master was sent for. That official in all the majesty of goldlaced coat and tall hat, soon ar rived, much annoyed at being dis turbed at his evening meal. "What's all this about?" he de manded, sternly, as he came upon the scene. They want to make me pay the fare all the way from London, and I've only come from Lamborne," answered Bolden, in an humble tone. "Of course you must pay the whole fare. There's a by-law on purpose made and provided." Mr. Boldon mournfully shook his head. "Oh, no, sir," he said meekly, "I really can't do that." "You'll have to go to the lock-up, then," rejoined the station master, roughly. "You'd best pay up." Mr. Boldqn only shook his head and sighed heavily. As the lawyer expected, the official was exasperated by his obstinacy and encouraged in his his high-handed manner by the meekness with which he was confronted. None of the rail way people recognized in the shab bily dressed, unshaved individual be fore them the spruce gentleman who had paid a poor man's fare a few days before. "Bonner, go for a constable," said the station master, with the air of an inflexible judge awarding a term of 20 years' penal servitude. "Don't do that I'll give you my name and address I'm known in the place—that is, I'm quite respectable, you know." "Oh, I dare say," returned the sta tion-master, with true official super ciliousness. There was an awful pause while the porter was gone to fetch the constable. "Don't you think," suggested Bol don, almost timidly—"don't you think it might be as well to telegraph to London for instructions?" The station master frowned. "They couldn't complain of you in that case, at any rate," pursued Bol don. The station master hesitated. "I'll wait in the waiting-room till vou get an answer," said Boldon, as he led the way to that cheerful apart ment. The official darted a suspic ious glance at hifj prisoner. Still, the advice was prudent and he acted upon it. In half an hour the answer came back. The passenger without a ticket must pay the fare from Lon don, or be charged before the magis trates." "Just let me see the message you ve got," said Boldon, when the result was announced to him. "If it is as you say, I'll go quietly or else pay." They showed him the message. "No. I really can't pay all that money, you know," said Boldon sad ly, as he read the telegram and accordingly he was marched off to the police office, guarded by a policeman on the right and by a constable in the imposing uniform of the Great Bailway eompany on the left. As it was Saturday night, nothing could be done that day, and Mr. Bol don did not choose to disturb the Sabbath rest of Mr. Lionel Winn, his only available friend, by asking him to bail him out on Sunday. On the Monday morning, however, an early message was sent to Mr. Winn and he promptly appeared and bailed out the young lawyer, who was heartily tired of his incarcera tion. Later in the day the case came on before the magistrates and Mr. Boldon attended with the landlady of the inn at Lamborne and one of the shopkeepers, who were able and willing to prove that he could not possibly have traveled from a great er distance than Lamborne on the pro ceeding Saturday night. The charge was of course dismissed, one of the magistrates, a jolly old fellow named Bracebridge, remarking that Mr. Bol don, who seemed to be a respectable solicitor, had beentreated shamefully, and that if he -stood in Mr. Boldon's glacet he would be inclined to let the rea Railway company hear of the matter again. Next day the Westborough Inde pendent contained a long account of the "incredible and really scandalous outrage to which one of the most re spected members of the legal profess ion in our fcowaaihad been subjected and it need hardly le said that, in a day or two, the eourse at which the magistrate had hinted was adopted. Mr. Boldon brought his action against the railway (company for false imprisonment and malicious prosecution- .' As everybody kaows,'Westborough Is assize town, and the caee of" Bol don vs. the Great Railwav company excited a great deal ofpublie interest. Everybody wished to know how the law stood on the question, for every body had had occasion sometime or other to travel without a ticket. Mr. Bustard, Q. was counsel for the plaintiff, and nobly he performed his task. He pictured his client, a member of an honorable profession, a gentleman of delicate and sensitive feelings, dragged by the ruthless hands of the police through the crowded streets on a Saturday night, exposed to the rude gaze of the jeering mob, and shut up in a cold, iOfiely cell for the greater part of tWO whole days. And all fov what? Because this gentleman had the courage, the public spirit, to resist an unreasonable and illegal im post. I was the interest ofevery rail way traveler—he might, therefore, say to every man, woman and child in the three kingdoms—that the rights of the traveler and the liberty of the subject should be vindicated in the person of his client. "My client dpes not care for damages, gentle men," said Mr. Bustard in conclusion. "That is not his object in coming here. His object is to expose an abuse, an illegal abuse, gentlemen, which has been to long continued— to^clear his own character of the ig nomy which has been cast upon it— to vindicate the sacred principle of the liberty of a free-born English man." S r~ As for the question of faw, Mr. Lynx, who was for the railway com pany, hardly ventured to rely upon it. "It has been held over and over again," said Mr. Justice Portman, "that this by-law is bad and illegal. It affects to inflict a fine of arbitrary and varying amount, where there is no breach of the criminal law for here, as in most cases, there is no pretense that there was any attempt to defraud. You will find a verdict for the plaintiff, gentle men," he added to the jury,_ "with such damages as you, looking at all the circumstances of the case, may think will fairly compensate the plain tiff for the wrong he has suffered." The jury promptly found their verdict—damages £50. The result was received with some cheering, which became general when Mr. Bus tard announced that hH client had never intended to put th\ damages in his own pocket,and that he would send a check for the amount to the treas urer of the county hospital. This well-timed generosity settled the question of Boldon's popularity. The ladies' committee of the hospital nominated him at once as one of their male advisers, and his name was put on the list of life governors^ The amateur dramatic and choral societies sent him tickets for their entertainments, given for the benefit of charity. The Westborough Inde pendent printed in a prominent po sition the letter of the hospital treas urer gratefully acknowledging Mr. Boldon's munificent gift, and added a few laudatory words of its own. Finally, after a pleasant little sup per in Mr. Boldon's lodgings, there appeared the following paragraph in that excellent organ of public opinion: "We heard it rumored lately that a few of our more prominent towns men have been talking of according to Mr. James Boldon, solicitor, a substantial mark of their apprecia tion of his public spirited behavior in a late trial, and of his disinterested conduct in handling over the fruits of his victory to one of the most de serving of our local charities. We have heard it whispered that W. H. Bracebridge, Esq., J. P., who has al ready publicly expressed his sympa thy with Mr. Boldon, and Algernon Tracey, Esq., the treasurer to the, Daleshire county hospital, have ex pressed some intention of heading the subscription list. We give this to our readers with all possible re serve, but we have no hesitation whatever on the part of the gentle men we have named would reflect honor upon themselves, and would not be wanting in appropriateness, as the names of both these gentlemen have been associated with the public vindication of Mr. Boldon's honor. Our readers may depend upon our keeping them acquainted with the progress of events." This promise was so faithfully car ried out and the proposed testimonial was so thoroughly taken for granted that Mr. Bracebridge and Mr. Tracy found themselves compelled to take the honorable place which had been assigned to them. The mark of es teem took the form of a purse of sovereigns, which reached the respect able figure of £100.. A dinner was held, as a matter of course, to celebrate the event, and the presentation was made in proper form. Mr. James Boldon returned thanks with a becoming modesty, declaring with some humor that more by far than even the generous gift did he value the happy consci ousness that his humble efforts in the public service had been appreci ated, that he had gained the good will of his neighbors and that he was now no longer a stranger in their midst but one of themselves, a West borovian to the backbone, account ing the esteem and respect of his fellow-citizens his richest possession. In this Mr. -Boldon was perfectly right. Clients came in apace. He had got his name up for good.— Whitehall Review. The City *f jfrjuto. If it were not for the climate, Quito would be in the midst of a perpetual pestilence but notwithstanding the prevailing filthiness, there is very little sickness,and pukaonary diseases are unknown. Mountain fever, pro duced by cold and torpid liver, is the commonest type of disease. The population of the city, however, is gradually decreasing, aad is said to be now about sixty mousaaad. There were five hundred thousand people at Quito when the Spaniards eame, and a hundred years ago the population was reckoned at double what it now is. Half the houses in the town are empty, and to see a new family moving in would be a sensation. Most of the finest residences are lock ed and barred, .and have remained so for years. The owners are usually political exiles, who are living else where, and can neither sell nor rent their property. Political revolutions are so common, and the results are always so disastrous to the unsuccess ful, that there is a constant stream of fugitives leaving the state. Kits he a in he Eye. Owing to the large crop of raasfc in the western range of the Sierra Terra Nate this season silver-tip bears are very numerous, writes a Carmen, Mex ico, correspondent of the New York Sun. In size they run from 200 to 1,200 pounds. They arevery savage, and, like their alleged ancestors, the grizzly, they are susceptible to insult. If there is anything that annoys a huge silver-tip it is for a hunter to in vade his cave and disturb him in his winter nap. Knowing this it takes a man of nerve to climb up thesteep sides of a rocky canyon, and crawl on hands and knees into a cave known to be inhabited by his bearship. In these parts there is just one man who looks upon such undertakings as a picnic. This is John L. Bridges, one of Gen. Custer's old scouts. He is a dead shot, a man without fear and what some folks call foolhardy. For many years he was a detective in the Eocky mountain outfit, and traveled exten sively through the wilderness of the west. Recently he has drifted into Mexico, whero he has been devoting his time to hunting. The other day Mr. Bridges and a friend were out camping in the mount ains, shooting white-tail deer in a growth of scrub liveoak. Every few steps along the arroyo there were signs of bear and fresh tracks. In the cubbing season this is a very dangerous place to pass through, the jungle being so thick. The morning was cool,and a skim of thin ice spread over the water holes. Knowing that the bears had probably "holed up" in anticipation of the cold snap, Mr. Bridges went on, poking his nose into every cavern in the volcanic rock sides of the canyon. At last he spied what appeared to be a fissure way up in the steep canyon side, some 150 feet above the game trail at the bottom of the valley. One look was sufficient to make him say to his companion: "There is a big bear up in that hole. Go up and shoot it." Bridges' friend took a look at the almost perpendicular hillside, at the same time experiencing a sudden in crease in years and weight. "It's too steep to clin.b, isn't it?'' he said. _"Oh, no," replied Bridgv a whis peft "put vour ie on +h _,e, haul yourself do it again you can crawl OY^^JUT hand3'a^* oesupthe rest of the way. You wii Ai^ve to step down into the cave, and after waiting a while you will see tbe bear's oyes shine. Then shoot the old son of a gun in the eye." •'But suppose I don't hit him in the eye," suggested the other. "But you must," said the scout. "Go on." It is a disagreeable thing for any one to weaken at any time, but espe cially for any one when he is out hunt ing with an old hunter of Bridges' re nown. But the hillside now "looked like a wall and the cave big enough to hold a family of elephant?. So Bridges' partner said: "I don't want him, Jack get him yourself." The old man never said a word, He climbed up the steep rocks like a squirrel and disappeared into the cave. Several minutes passed then a faint crack was heard in the mountain. Some pale blue smoke drifted out of the mouth of the cave, and then Bridges came out and quietly dropped down the hillside. It took three men to drag the bear oub of the cave, lift him over the wall rock, and roll him down to the trail. He weighed 570 pounds, and was shot in the left eye. Bridges has not referred to the mat ter since. Russia's Political Police. From the St. James's Gazette. That the Russian political police* never forgives is pretty well known. Here is an illustration. In the year 1830 Stanislaus Jabkmowski, the son of a Polish country gentleman, wan appointed from one of the military schools at St- Petersburg to a com mission in a guard's regiment, and had^ leave to visit his home before joining. While he was still with his family the Polish insurrection broke out and the lad was ordered by his father to join the insurgents. He did so, much against his own will (as he told me,) his Russian military educa tion having somewhat blunted his patriotism bV., as his father threaten ed him with the paternal curse in case of disobedience, he threw his lot with the patriots. When in the following year the insurrection was extinguish ed, young Jablonowski was fortunate enough to escape through Wallachia to Turkey, where he entered the regi ment of Cossacks of the guards (then chiefly composed of Christians of all nationalities officered by Poles, the commander being Gen. Czaykowski Pasha.) In this regiment he rose gradually to the rank of adjutant major and left the service, infirm and broken in health, about 1875, obtain ing a small berth of three or four pounds a month as assistant sur veyor of roads in tbedistrict of Sliven. Here he vegetated quietly till 1877, and unfortunately for himself, elected to stay in the town of Sliven until the entry of the Russians never dreaming that he would be punished for having fought against the Russians forty-seven years previously. But the police section of the army which occupied Sliven brought with it seven photographs of persons who were "wanted," and among them was a portrait of Jablonowski taken six years previously at Adrianople. Al though arrested, he was at first treat ed very leniently, and invited daily to dinner by officers who knew his story but a tew weeks afterwards orders were received to convey him to the Danube headquarters, and he was sent under escort with a commissariat transport caravan. At first he was allowed to sit on a baggage-wagon, from which, after an hour or so he was forced to alight and walk. For some distance he managed to make his way through the snow and mud, then fell, was flogged with the national whip (nahika) till he stumbled up afid proceeded a few more paces then he fell a second time, and, flogging prov ing useless, was shot through the head and his corpse left lying by the roadside. A Tal On England In an easy, conversational stylev Mr. Moncure D. Conway delivered, afc the Unitarian church in Washington,, the first of his three lectures on "Eng land." The title of the lecture was "England in the Year of Jubilee," and in it Mr. Conway dealt with the char acteristics of the Englishman, low and high, the condition of society, the political situation, the Irish question, and briefly indicated tbe causes which have made England and the Enshsb I what they are. Of the condition o£ $ England at present Mr. Conway took. rather a gloomy view. Vast numbers of the men to whom Gladstone- a The W it in f- had recently given the right of suffrage could not read nor write. 4 The wife-beater could vote, but the beaten wife could not. An effort had. been made to induce Gladstone to re strict suffrage to men capable of reading and writing but no, he was bent on doing more than Beaconsfield had done in his household-suffrage-^ act, and insisted that the man who had to "make his mark" should have equal political rights with the wisest in the land. The worst of it was this great mass of ignorant voters were impa tient for the better times they have been told were coming, and believe that what they want they must get by force. The religious restraints are* giving way, and many of them, sub stituting the secular for the divine, be lieve that when Bradlaugh, instead o£ Gabriel, blows his trumpet the old social world will crumble and the xxevr dispensation begin. The educated^ free-thinkers, the evolutionists, are as= a rule conservatives. They believe that the present order of things has been slowly evolved out of previous conditions and as slowly must pas* away. But the ignorant masses on whom religion has lost its hold,. it is to be feared, contemplate violent revolution. The worst of it is,, in the machinery of the British con stitution no allowance has been made for yielding anything to the demands* of the people except through fear The masses have learned this. Not long ago an unemployed and hungry baker smashed a jeweler's window irr one of the most populous and fashion able districts of London and helped himself to what it contained. At once a subscription was started, and. thousands of pounds raised tor the? unemployed. "For years Irish repre~ sentatives had talked to empty bench es in the house of commons of the grievances of Ireland, nobody paying: any attention to them. But whens two constables were killed by the? Fenians at Birmingham, Gladstone* arose in the house of commons and declarpd that the Irish question had entered the domain of practical poli tics. Mr. Conway briefly and eulo gistically characterized the Irish lead ers in Parliament. He declared that. while it was said an Irish parliament would be disorderly, the" Parnellite party in the house of commons was the most compact and best disciplined, that was ever known there. He thonaght that this juoilee year would see home rule granted to Ireland, either byrthe liberals or the tories, probably by thes* latter. -^.«-«. Mr. E. P. Brockway has good word^ in "The Western Rural" for white pines and evergreens in general, which, he began planting on his bare farm in 1856. What he has learned of their rapidity of growth, benefits for beauty and use, and means of propagation makes a valuable contribution to thev current literature of agriculture: "I planted white pine with a lavisha hand because they were cheap. I brought them from open clearing Wisconsin, but also bought and plant ed Scotch pine, Austrian pine, fir, ce dar, Norway pines planted twenty eight years ago are fifty feet high and* twenty-four inches in diameter, two feet above the ground, and twice the size at least of the Scotch pine or Nor way spruce which are the next in size. I am still planting evergreens andurg- ing others to do so. I would plant for sake of variety all kinds, but as a general tree for windbreak, ornament or future use as lumber I would plant white pine, because it is the most cer tain to grow, grows the most rapidly and is the most beautiful of tbe ynn& family. Its delicate green neefile^nrdi stately form in my estimation placfei^, as the king of evergreens." "Our home is surrounded by 3,000 evergreens mostly white pine planted from" sixteen to twenty years ago. Last evening there was sleet during* the night. To-day there is a high, wind their limbs droop nearly to the ground their tops bend low with the weight of ice and snow we hear the wind but do not feel it, and our home is 'an hiding place from the wind and a covert from the tempest.' Like a great wall they protect us and our cattle from the fierce storm where on— lv twenty years ago grew wild grassy There has been a general impression. that the pines are costly and that only the wealthy can afford them and then only tor ornament. This is all a mistake. White pine is cheap.. They should not cost to exceed ten-, dollars per thousand, or, freight and all, one-and-a-quarter cents each, one foot high." "Mine do not cost me more than that. I am not a practical nursery man but would not hesitate to fur nish them by the thousand ii*». unlimited numbers at that price. I plant them in nursery form at first three and one-half feet apart, and one-, foot in the rows, plough as corn. The first three years one thousand can be put on a quarter of an acre. In three or four years you have beautiful little bushy trees such as you pay at the nursery twenty-five to fifty cents for. Then transplant for wind break or ornament wherever wanted^Tbis has been my plan and experience for thirty years. Then why not plant more evergreens? The maple groves will soon be gone. The willow is not desirable. I wish every farmer in all the West would plant at least 1,000 white pine next spring. The whole country would be better and more beautiful." -iV£*,«. sr