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CORVALLIS
GAZETTE.
SEMI-WEEKLY.
SiaSb".,S.S!9A6.i Consolidated Feb., 1899
CORVALLIS, BENTON COUKTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, AUGUST 28, 1900.
VOL. I. NO. 18.
AT YHE COUNTY FAIR.
Settin' in the gran' stand I
At the county fair.
Seemed as if the whole world
An' all their kin was there.
Way up on the top seat
Me an' Jennie set
Wisht I had the candy
An' peanuts that we et!
Jennie's right good-lookin' ;
But she likes to boss;
Dared me to bet money
On Jake Douglas' hoss.
Like a fool f done it;
Went down to the track.
How d'ye think I found hef
'S I was climbin' back?
There I met her half way.
With another beau.
Stuck-up, slick-haired softy,
That Will Jones, ye know.
Let on not to see me;
Went right on a-past,
S'pose she thought I'd ast her
Where she's goin' so fast,
Warn't no use to toiler.
So I let 'em go.
Funny how things sometimes
All go wrong jes' so.
Lost a pile on Jake's hoss;
Couldn't ring a cane.
Fellow swiped my goldine watch,
Then it poured down rain.
Tell ye 'tain't all sunshine
An' all "pleasures rare"
Settin' in the gran' stand
At the county fair.
-Chicago Record.
J THE OLD APPLE TREE
BWAS disappointed in my friend. We
had arranged to spend the day on
the river. I had not met him for
years, not since our Balliol days, until
I saw him again after seven years, at
the varsity sports in the early spring.
Then eight or nine of us, all old Balliol
men, dined together, and we had a re
freshing talk over all that had occurred
while I was away in Canada. Six years
of it I had there, and when I returned
was surprised to find so much altera
tion in everything and everybody. But
dear old Fry was the same as ever,
stanch and genuine and generous.
When I met him in Lombard street,
a fortnight before, it was he who had
suggested and settled the details of our
trip on the river. It was to be on June
15, and we were to have had a long,
healthy, exhilarating day, with plenty
of hard exercise and a long chat about
old times old chums that we were.
The day came and I was in river-rig
at the boathouse agreed upon half an
hour earlier than we had mutually
fixed. But F.ry did not come. The
half hour went, and another, and an
other. I know of nothing more irri
tating than to have to hang. about for
another fellow to turn up when one is
alone like that At last, I got a note
by his servant. If he had sent a wire,
I should have had his message sooner,
but old-fashioned courtesies still char
acterize Fry, and he sent his groom
eleven miles with a long note of expla
nation and 'apology.
His excuse for not coming seemed to
me a flimsy one. His wife's father had
fixed a sudden meeting of family trus
tees, and afterward he had to see his
alster on business of consequence re
lating to a trust. However, whether
It was an excuse or whether it was
a reason, he was not coming with me
for our projected river trip that was
clear; and now that I knew he was not
to join me, I was content. It was an
noying, and, as I really loved dear old
Fry, It was a disappointment. But I
trust I am too philosophic to feel any
thing deeply that cannot be helped. I
countermanded the pair skiff and had
out a single canoe.
In five minutes I was "on the bosom
of old Father Thames." The hackneyed
words, as I thought of them, were in
themselves a comfort and as I paddled
on I thought how a gay heart wants
no friend. Solitude has charms deeper
than society can afford. Out of my
memory teemed troops of friends, and
they were with me as I willed. They
came at my call and vanished as I
wished when thought of another sug
gested. Kven Fry himself, with his
bearty laugh, his loyal, brotherly spirit,
communed with me, and was dispelled
again as a more recent chum who had
tracked many a bear with me in Can
ada haunted my memory.
I was now in a lovely backwater more
beautiful than the Thames itself. The
bankside flowers were more abundant
and nearer to me indeed, they hedged
me about. The pale blue eyes of innu
merable forget-me-nots smiled upon me,
the yellow toad-flax grew out of the
clay banks, wild roses and brambles
bloomed amidst their thorns, the leaves
of the osiers -whispered everywhere,
and weeping willows hung their arch
ing boughs right across the narrow
creek which it now pleased me to ex
plore. The water was clearer, too wonder
fully clear It was. Paddling slowly
along between the lawns, I looked into
the depths of the water,-with all its
wealth and wonder of piant growth, the
waving forest of submarine weed,
where I could see shoals of minnows.
Now and then a school of perch, start
ted by my paddle, darted into the shad
ow of the weed, and a huge jack, sulk
ing In a deep green pool, made me long
for a rod and line.
Whilst thus engrossed, bending my
bead over the side of the canoe, in
which I continued to drift slowly along,
I failed to notice how narrow the creek
bod become, until suddenly I found my
self close to a lady lying on a lawn
ao close that I was almost touching
Iter. She was gjilte at the edge of the
&'I8S, which sloped to the river. Half
a dozen cushions were about her her
book lay open, its leaves kissed, as be
fitted the pages of a poem, by the zeph
yrs. I had never seen so glorious a
picture, nor one that burst upon my
vision so suddenly. She was in some
thing white and dainty, her hat was
hung on a branch, and the old, gnarled
tree under whose shade she reclined
was covered with apples. Her hair
was tangled and golden and her eyes
full of light and laughter.
For a while 1 sat staring at her in
bewilderment. Then I stammered,
"Where am if"
Her answer was perfectly calm, but
it was not chill; no, her voice was so
soft that the simplest words she ut
tered were a melody.
"You are in my father's garden." she
said.
"And I I T'
"You are a trespasser."
But she smiled as she said it, a smile
that showed two rows of pearl, spark
ling in the sunlight that dappled her
face.
"And you?" I said. I know not what
I said, but soon I asked her name, and
she told me It was Eve.
"And this Is Paradise," I answered,
looking through the leaves of the 'old
apple tree at all the beauties of the
garden.
Then we talked. Of what? Of
everything. Of solitude, of friendship,
of books; I fear, of Canada and of
love.
Then she bade me go, and I could
not . Nor would I if I could; and when
at length I obeyed her and was about
to go, she bade me stay.
So I stayed, and soon had moored my
canoe and stood upon her lawn. 1 can
not tell how I of all men modest al
most to bashfulness could have done
so, but I did.
Of the flowers that grew wild there by
the water's edge 1 made her a, erowui
and this I put upon her tangled golden
hair. She was my queen there and
thenceforth forever; and so I told her,
the poet aiding me.
Two roses that I had not seen before
bloomed on her face, and she ran away,
light-footed and lithe of liiub, over the
lawn into her father's house.
But I could not leave; I could not.
I looked for her, but she did not come.
Once, I saw the curtains of a window
drawn aside and her face peering out
upon me, but she would not come again.
Well, I stayed that was all. How I
had the impudence to do so I cannot
tell but I could not go.
She was a long while indoors. I
heard her at the piano. I knew it was
her touch, though I had never heard
her before, but I was confident it was
she. Besides, now and then the piano
stopped suddenly, and I saw by the
movement of the window curtains that
she was peeping to see whether I had
gone.
At last I grew ashamed of my Intru
trusion, and, stooping from under the
fruit-covered branches of the old apple
tree, I went to my canoe, unfastened
its moorings, aud was about to with
draw. But, as luck would have it, just as
I was about to get into the canoe, she
came out to me across the lawn. Her
gesture to me was that I must go. I
said what I felt, regardless of all or
der, of all propriety. "Eve," 1 said
passionately, "you do not know me, nor
who I am, nor I you; but 1 know this,
that I love you. Yes, I love you, ami
shall love you for ever. Your heart Is
my Eden. Do not shut the gates of
this, my earthly Paradise. I must,
must see you again, and I will. Say
that 1-may."
She looked down and blushed.
"May I?" I faltered.
She did not reply. But her silence
was a better answer than words.
"When?"
"To-morrow."
She looked so pretty when she said
it that I was about to dare yet more.
1 had the temerity to formulate fne
idea that I would take her in my arms
and steal from her lips a kiss when L
heard a shout.
"Hullo, old chap. Is that you?"
I looked up.
"What, Fry?" I cried. "Is it Fry?
It is, by all that's wonderful!"
"I'm awfully sorry, my dear chap,
that I couldn't join you on the river to
day. Abominably uncivil you must
have thought me. But I didn't know
you knew my sister."
He looked at her and he looked at
me. I think we were both blushing.
Whether it be unmannerly or not 1
confess I was. Aye, I was red to the
roots of my hair.
"But you do know each other, don't
you?" he said, for we both looked so
awkward that he seemed to think that
he had made some faux pas.
"Oh, yes!" I said, "we know each,
other," and I stole a look at Eve. The
glance she gave me was a grateful one.
"And we shall know each other bet
ter." I whispered to her later. "Now
that I have discovered you to be your
brother's sister, you bear an' added
charm in my eyes."
Three months afterward there was a
river wedding, and, as we were rowed
away from church in a galley manned
by four strong oarsmen, and I handed
her out of the canopied boat on to her
father's lawn, the wedding bells rang
out merrily, for Eve and I were man
and wife, and I gave her a husband's
kiss under the old apple tree.
Woman as a Hater.
Men are good at revenge they have
so many ways of prompt action but,
while she must wait long perhaps, a
woman is the best hater if once
wronged, and if before death her day
comes she strikes.
As long as a man is of a forgiving
disposition a woman doesn't cars
whether he pays his debts or not
A pretty and wealthy young widow
is never a-misa.
FOR LITTLE FOLKS.
A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR IN
TEREST TO THEM.
Something that Will Interest the Ju
venile Member of Every Household
Quaint Actions and Bright Sayings
of Many Cute and Cunning Children.
Margaret, Joe, Kenneth and Patty
live in the country. They haven't many
playthings, but lots and lots of plays.
"Making believe" is great fun for them,
and they "make believe" so much and
so hard, they really do believe in most
of their plays.
One of their finest plays Is the Dah
min and Durmln play. This can be
played all day, or only part of the time.
but Kenneth and Patty and Joe are
Dahmins all the time. They say the
boys are Dahmins and the girl a Dur
mln.
Margaret says mamma is queen of
the Durmins, but Patty says, "No, she's
Jack Bean's wife, and Jack Bean is
king of the Dahmins." Mamma is very
proud of this honor, for she knowTs well
what a fine man Jack Bean is. He is
the boys" hero, and Kenneth says he
owns a gold boat and a gold engine,
and Is the strongest man in the world.
It Is ben-sen that makes him so
strong. Ben-sen Is something wonder
ful. You can take an Iron rope as big
around as the water-tower and it isn't
as strong as a thread of ben-sen. Jack
Bean eats a grain of ben-sen every
morning, and that's what makes him
so strong, Kenneth says. All the boys
say he is the best man in the world
" 'cept papa."
Sometimes, papa says there is no such
man as Jack Bean, and oh, how the
children punish him! They climb all
over him, take off his -glasses, rumple
his hair, and say he can never, never
be a Da h mi n any more. Papa is glad
enough to give in before such deter
mined foes, and promises to believe in
Jack Bean as long as be lives.
Patty and Kenneth have what they
call "Dahmin dinner" and that means
to save your cake and fruit from des
sert, and' all the licorice and candy
balls you can get with the pennies you
earn going errands and carrying coal
for grandma's fire. Then you take
these good things (brown sugar sand
wiches are fine for Dahmin dinners)
and set a nice little table and eat your
Dahmin dinner, and talk with a big
voice like a workingman.
Dahmin men are brave. One day
mamma told Kenneth, who is 7, to go
on an errand. He was having a beau
tiful time on Jack Bean's gold boat
(made of dining-room chairs), and he
didn't want to go. But Patty, who is
5, said, "Go on, Ken, and don't cry.
Dahmin mans don't cry."
The Dahmins have more fun than
the Durmins because there are more
of them ; but when Margaret Invites
two other girls to be Durmins, and they
have a Dahmin and Durmin war, then
it is exciting. They make their cannon
out of drain-pipe, and build forts out
of boxes in summer and snow in .win
ter, and have as big a war as Spain
and America!
But alas! mamma is no longer Jack
Beau's wife and queen of the Dahmins.
Two little boys were naughty and had
to be punished. As they sat in chairs
on each side of the dining-room till
they could promise to be good, Patty
exclaimed, with the tears running
down his cheeks: "Mamma can't be
the queen, for she has degraced the
Dahmins!"
But mamma loves the Dahmins and
Durmins, and spends many a happy
hour watching their happy play, and
when she kisses the little boys at night
she hopes they may grow up as good
men as their heroes real and make be
lieve. Youth's Companion.
In the Hammock.
The day is too warm for hide-and-coop.
For blindman's buff or "I spy,"
So into the hammock we all three troop,
The baby and Ted and I.
It's a sailor's hammock, at first we play,
And three jolly tars are we,
And the queerest yarns we spin all day
Of shipwreck and storm at sea.
And then it's a papoose cradle hung
l'n a forest dark and high,
And our mother sings in the Indian
tongue
A strange, wild lullaby.
And then it's a light little fairy boat
That is rocking from side to side
On the little waves that round it float
And the clear and crystal tide.
And then 'tis a nest, an oriole's nest
That swings in a leafy tree
When the wind blows east or the wind
blows west,
And three little birds are we.
And then it's a big balloon that rides
On the great wide, empty air.
And we peer below as it safely glides
Over hills and rivers fair.
But no matter how far away we fly
In our happy, dreamy play
Up, up through the big blue summer sky
Where the white clouds softly stray,
Yet down without harm, and as swift as
thought,
From our loftiest wanderings
Jumps each little hungry aeronaut
The minute the tea bell rings.
Youth's Companion.
Dolls in All Agea.
Dolls were buried with children
mummies in Egypt. The girls of ancient
Hindustan had dolls, and In Greece
even jointed dolls were sold In the
market place. The girls of the middle
ages bad not only dolls, which must
have been the favorite playthings, If
we can judge from the allusions of the
poets, but also dolls' houses and dolls'
wagons.
A number of earthen dolls represent
ing babies and armored knights were
found under the Nuremberg pavement
la 1859. These dolls date from the four
teenth century. The. hole In one oj
them Is for the reception of the "path
enpfennig," or godparents' gift.
The children of those times were not
exacting. Colored eggs, painted wood
en birds, bladders filled with peas, lit
tle "practicable" windmills and earth
en animal figures w$re thankfully re
ceived. The boys had hobby horses,
paper windmills and marbles. The
older boys went fowling with blow,
guns.
Postal Card Made Into a Magnet.
No doubt you've all made a rubbei
comb pick up bits of paper by first rub
bing it briskly on a rough coat sleeve,
but did you ever hear of a postal card
that could be turned into a magnet?
Balance a walking-stick on the back
of a chair and tell the spectators that
you are going to make it fall without
touching it or the chair.
Having thoroughly dried a postal
card, preferably before an open fire,
rub it briskly on your coat sleeve and
then bold It near one end of the stick.
The stick will at once be attracted to
the card, and will follow It as if it
were magnet. As it moves it will soon
lose Its equilibrium and fall from the
chair. Of course, you understand the
principle of the experiment By rub
bing the card you waken electricity in
it, and it thus becomes a sort of mag
net, with the power to attract lighl
bodies.
Do not try the experiment lu damj
weather.
How a boy feels when he first puts on
long trousers.
The Boy Wanted In Business.
"What kind of a boy does a business
man want?" was asked of a merchant.
He repUed, "Wejll, I will tell you. In
the first place he wants a boy who
doesn't know much. Business men gen
erally like to run their own business,
and prefer some one who will listen to
their ways rather than teach them a
new kind. Second, a prompt boy one
who understands seven o'clock is not
ten minutes past. Third, an Industrious
boy who Is not afraid to put In extra
work In case of needl Fourth, an hon
est boy honest in service as well as
matters in dollars and cents. And
fifth, a good-natured boy, who will
keep his temper, even If his employer
does lose his now and then." Augusta
Chronicle.
A Fair Division.
At the close of the war, said a South
ern representative to-day, a great many
negroes in the South refused to leave
their old homes. My father gathered
his former slaves about him and told
them they were free and must leave
him. Some went and others remained.
Among the latter was an old darky
named Eph, who swore he would not
leave, but would stay and take his
chances.
"All right, Eph," said my father.
"Just take four or five acres and go in
on the three and four plan."
"An' what am dat, massa, fo' de
Lawd's sake?"
"Whylf you raise three loads of corn
you must give me one and you keep
two." So Uncle Eph went to work and
raised a crop. At harvest time my fa
ther rode over the farm and noticed
that Eph had cut his corn. Seeing the
old fellow, he rode up and asked him
why he didn't do as he had agreed
about dividing the corn.
"Well, massa, yoh said If I raised free
loads of corn I wuz to gib yoh one an'
take two loads myself, an' I done only
raised two loads.'-
Lightning's Strange Freaks.
There was a remarkable occurrence
from lightning at Londonderry, Tues
day afternoon. Dr. B. F. Mlllington
had started out from the south village
to see a patient at Weston. He had
gone about half a mile from the vil
lage on the hill road about a mile and
a half from the point where Mr. Jenne
was killed by a similar accident two
years ago and he saw the lightning
seemingly running along the telephone
wire, the same mountain line from
which Mr. Jenne got his death stroke.
That Is the last he remembers. When
he recovered consciousness his horse
was standing by the side of the wag
on, both shafts were broken and the
harness completely stripped off excepi
the saddle.
The horse seemed none the worse foi
the encounter, and Mlllington himself
after rigging up, continued his journey
to Weston, and not only called on h in
patient, but several others.
Royal Baler Without a Crown.
The Sultan possesses no crown, coro
nation being unknown in Turkey.
The lawyer who willed his estate to a
lunatic asylum- probably wanted bj?
former clients to get the benefit of It
TRUMPET CALLS
Ram's Horn Sounds a Warning Note
to the Unredeemed.
HE manner In
which you spend
your leisure is de
termining how you
will spend eterni
ty.
If sin could not
hide its face none
but devils would
love it.
There is more
life in one errain of
wheat than there
is in a bushel of chaff.
Warm love burns farther than the
keenest intellect can pierce.
Many people claim to trust God who
find that they were mistaken when the
bank breaks.
The man who will steal chickens ii
often found hidiug behind a hypocrite
In the church.
If It is not summer in the heart, it is
because we have turned our little world
away from God.
Some people never pray for a revival
to come at a time when it will Interfere
with their work.
The man who never speaks of his re
ligion in public is not getting very much
out of it in private.
The road to heaven is very steep to
the man who is trying to get there
without doing any giving.
The comfort of God is for the nerving
of the heart before the battle as well as
for its soothing afterward.
God now and then suffers one man to
be thrown into a lions' den In order that
millions of others may be kept out
It is hard to convince a worldling that
a sin is black clear through, as long as
he can hear gold jingling in its pocket
STATURE OF AMERICANS.
Loss of an Inch in Height Might Bring
Serials Consequences.
In a paper read by Major Henry S.
Kilbourue. surgeon United States army,,
before the Association of Military Sur
geons of the United States, he advo
cated the theory that the physical
power of a race or people and, conse
quently, their capacity for work is
measured by their average stature. For
every inch of height between five and
six feet the extreme breathing capac
ity is increased eight cubic inches; the
vital capacity being at its maximum at
35 years. A table of measurements of
190,621 native white Americans, ac
cepted for the military service of the
United' States, shows that the number
of men below sixty-three laches In
height is but little greater than that of
the class above seventy -three Inches
The most numerous class Is Included
between sixty-seven and sixty-nine
inches, and this standard class would
have a greater chest girth than the
average. The mean height of 125 Unit
ed States naval cadets above the age of
23 years was 67.80 inches. As these
men are drawn from all parts and
classes of the United States, they rep
resent very nearly the typical physical
development of the American people
of 25 years of age.
Maj. Kilbourne concludes that the
commingling strains of Celtic, Danish,
Norwegian and German blood among
our people have, thus far, worked no
deterioration of physical quality. ."Not
so with the swarthy, low-browed and
stunted people now swarming to our
shores. Absorbed into the body of the
people, these multitudes must irretriev
ably evolve an Inferiority of type. To
realize the result of such a contingency,
let it be considered that the loss of an
inch in stature might bring in its train
the loss of national ascendancy. Let
us take care, then, that the state shall
suffer no Injury." Boston Transcript
MARRIAGE A LA MODE.
Story of a Russian Princess Sentenced
to Lifelong Imprisonment.
Princess Eugalytcheff, nee Anna
Donitch, was recently sentenced at
Moscow to lifelong internment in the
Government of Olonetz for the embez
zlement of 140,000 rubles, forming part
of the fortune left by a lately deceased
staff captain named Oseroff. The wom
an was again brought before the Mos
cow court the other day on the further
charge of having falsified her certificate
of baptism, causing it to appear that
she was born in 1867 Instead of 1847.
Through his counsel Prince Eugalytch
eff, who was cited as a witness by the
procurator, said that "whether his
bride was twenty years older or young
er than her certified age was a matter
of absolute indifference to him.' All
he had to say was that he received the
sum of 3,000 rubles for giving the wom
an his name; that immediately after
the marriage ceremony he procured for
her a separate passport, and that since
then he knew nothing more of his wife
or her private affairs."
The jury gallantly declined to convict
the accused princess on the added and
"trivial charge about a woman's age,"
and she was sent back to her provincial
exile. Unfortunately, such marriages,
wholly and solely matters of matri
monial barter and sale, are quite com
mon in this country, and aptly illus
trate the truth of some of the social
pictures so graphically drawn by Tols
toi; but the purchase price of 3,000 ru
bles, plus the woman's happiness, for
the princely title, is unusually low. It
is only just to say that In the great
majority of these unfortunate unions,
the fault, or the criminal folly, general
ly lies with the parents of the bride vic
tims. Moscow correspondence London
Dally News.
Irrigation Projects in Mexico.
The extensive arid regions of North
ern Mexico are to be irrigated by canals
from aid extended by the Federal and
State Government.
Vacuum Cow Milker.
The Invention here shown relates to
a machine by which cows can be more
rapidly milked than by the old method,
and the apparatus Is adapted to be read
ily changed from one can to another.
By fitting the cover tightly on a can
an air-tight space is made In the In
terior, the only opening being through
the milking tube and into the exhaust
MACHINE FOU MILKING COWS.
apparatus. The four rubber cups are
attached to the teats of the cow, and
the air Is exhausted from the interior
of the can. This produces a vacuum
and causes the rubber cups to take hold
on the teats. The interior arrangement
of the cup expands the teat and does
not shut off the flow of milk. As the
vacuum increases inside the can it
starts the flow of milk, and a steady
stream is maintained from each teat
until the supply is exhausted. An In
dicating gauge is attached to the cover
to show the amount of air exhausted
from the can. W. R. Thatcher and N.
W. Hussey, of Oskaloosa, Iowa, are the
inventors of this machine.
Importance of Late Crops.
If farmers will consider that from one
to three tons of cured provender may be
grown on an acre, and they will take
advantage of the summer season for so
doing, they can greatly enlarge their
capacity for feeding stock during win
ter. Hungarian grass is a crop that
grows more rapidly than millet, and it
is one of the most efficient weed de
stroyers known, even the Canada thistle
being unable to make headway against
it. As it soon reaches the cutting stage
of growth it will afford two or more
mowings, which will destroy any weeds
that have the ability to compete with
the crop. The stubble remaining over
serves to protect the soil during the
winter. Bape may also be cut two or
three times, but requires good land.
The rule is to. turn sheep on the rape.
using hurdles, and make a profit on the
mutton. Cow-peas equal clover as a
hay crop. The plants also benefit the
soil by storing nitrogen therein. Many
advise the growing of cow-peas as a
green manurial crop entirely, but It Is
more profitable to mow and cure for
hay, as the manure will return to the
soil that portion not shipped to market
in the forms of meat, milk or butter.
The cow-pea shades the land complete
ly when broadcasted and provides fa
vorable conditions for the recuperation
of the soil. Whether for hay or for
plowing under any of the crops men
tioned the farmer should not permit his
growing corn to take the whole of his
time from the summer crops.
Support for Tomatoes.
Tomatoes need a benchlike support,
so that the vines can spread out to the
sun and air and yet be held up from
WIBK NUTTING SUPPORT FOB TOMATOES.
the ground, says the Farm Journal. An
excellent plan is shown In the cut A
low, wooden support like that shown Is
placed at intervals of eight feet along
the row, and across the top is stretched
two strips of twelve-Inch wire poultry
netting, leaving space between for
plants to grow up through.
How Process Batter Is Made.
Here is a description of process but
ter: "This butter Is made from old.
rancid and useless dairy butter, pur
chased from the country storekeepers
in the States farther West and shipped
in old barrels, tobacco pails, shoe boxes,
etc., which appetizing mess is put
through a process of boiling and reno
vating, to remove the nauseating odors,
and through other treatments which
have brought it under the ban of the
pure-food laws of several States, after
which it is worked over in sweet butter
milk, which gives it temporarily a fair
ly clean flavor." See that this stuff Is
uot worked off on you by your grocer.
The "green" woods are full of it. New
York Press.
Measuring a Tree.
Supposing a woodchopper In the
Maine forest Is told to get out a mast
for a yacht. He knows that he must
find a tree which is straight for sixty
feet below the branches. It would be
Very troublesome to climb trees and
measure them with a tape measure, so
he, without knowing it uses practical -trigonometry.
He' measures off sixty
feet in a straight line from the tree,
and then he cuts a pole, which, when
upright in the ground, is exactly as tall
as himself. This he plants in the earth
his own length from the end of his
sixty feet
For example, If he Is six feet tall, he
plants his six-foot pole fifty-four feet
from the tree. Then he lies down on
his back, with his head at the end of
the line and his feet touching the pole,
and sights over the top of It. He
knows that where his eyes touch the
tree is almost exactly sixty feet from
the ground. Weekly Bouquet
A Perfect Winter Wheat.
Up-to-date Farming tells what a per
fect winter wheat should be. It should
mature early, as a few days delay In
harvesting may give rust blight or In
sects a chance to injure the crop, and
it must be prolific in yield. One vari
ety will often produce twenty bushels
or more above the yield of another on
same soil and similar conditions. It
should have a stiff straw to prevent the
stems from falling or lodging before
harvest which will result only lb
shrunken and imperfectly matured
grain. It must be hardy in winter, as
some varieties winter kill much more
than others, and it should have a thin
skin. Some kinds have so thick a skin
that there will be several pounds more
of bran and less of flour than with oth
er thinner-skinned sorts, which makes
them undesirable for the miller. Can
all these qualities be combined in one
variety, and who will first offer such a
variety to the public?
Selling Vegetables by Weight.
The Retail Grocers' Association of
Cleveland, Ohio, has adopted a resolu
tion to hereafter sell all vegetables by
weight, even in small quantities. This
should be the rule everywhere, as it
protects both buyer and seller. We once
heard a huckster say that no man was
fit fex a peddler who could not get forty
quarts of string beans out of a bushel,
and a clerk more anxious to please hia
customers than to serve his employer
will not get much more than three
pecks out of the bushel. The legal
weight for spinach, dandelions and beet
greens there Is twelve pounds to the
bushel, but we have seen farmers pack
fifteen or sixteen pounds in a bushel
box, and have seen the retailer make
two pounds fill a peck measure, which
would give about eight pecks to ths
bushel box.
Wisconsin's Deep Well.
The well on the grounds of the Good
Shepherd, In the town of Wauwatosa,
Wis., has been bored to the depth of
2,330 feet, one of the deepest wells In
the world. The contractor has con
cluded that he cannot obtain a flowing
well and therefore stops. The water
rises within eighty feet of the surface,
and is soft, limpid, of excellent quality
for drinking, for washing or culinary
purposes, and is in such abundance as
to furnish water sufficient for the needs
of 4,000 or 5,000 persons. The. water
will have to be pumped up by an en
gine, which will cost $500, and then the
institution will have all the water it re- .
quires for a century to come.
Covers for Hay Stacks.
A farmer of Jewell County, -Kansas,
says the covers he made for his alfalfa
hay last fall cost him $30, and that they
preserved more hay than you could put
In a thousand-dollar barn. He sawed
sixteen-foot 2x4's in two, bolted the
ends together, placed them six feet
apart over his stacks and nailed on sid
ing, making a complete roof In six-foot
panels. He bored holes in the down
hanging ends of the 2x4's and tied
weights to them to keep the wind from
blowing them off. His alfalfa comes
out as green and bright as it was the
day it was put up. He says tie covers
paid for themselves this season, and
they will last for years.
Do Fowls Need Exercise?
As fowls are ordinarily fed exercise
is positively necessary to enable them
to digest the food they take. A ration
of grain in large part and other things
in small part means that the fowls
will have to develop muscle and energy
to do the work of grinding. But it la
possible to so feed the fowls that exer
cise will not be of any value. This Is
shown by the French method of fatten
ing fowls. They are shut up in a cage
and fed on a soft mash several times a
day. They are given no room at all for
exercise, yet keep perfectly healthy and
develop meat and fat at a great rate.
For the Horses.
There Is a deal of horse energy ex
hausted In fighting flies.'
Fresh, clean bedding Is as welcome
to the tired horse as to the tired, or
hired, man.
Water horses often as possible; a lit
tle at a time is better than a deluge at
long intervals.
Better a shady out-door feeding and
resting place at noon time than a filthy,
hot, fly-infested stable.
Sunlight and fresh air In the stable
constitute a fine insurance policy
against sickness and death.
It is asking a deal of a farmer to do
much currying of horses In the summer
season, yet the more of It done the bet
ter Tor the horse.
Work the horses easily for the first
hour or so after eating. They can do
their hardest work easiest after the last
meal Is partly digested. ,
It Is doubtful if any one little detail
of farming pays better than keeping
horse stables clean and sweet during
the summer. And If kept flyless there
is good profit In them.'
Give a little water before feeding,
even if horse is warm; then give hay,
and last good, clean oats; and give a
good long nooning. Both man and beast
will do more and better work for it