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Home My WebLink AboutLucknow Sentinel, 1907-09-11, Page 6S THE SACRIFICE; OR FOR HER FAMILY’S SAKE. « * $ $ CHAPTER V.—(Continued). “Go now, mamma,” he said, “I want to get up; it is late.” She went away and stole into a little room where all manner of rubbish was stored, in order to cry unseen. There was the little chair, which had belong ed to her children, one after another. She gazed at the worn-out piece of fur niture, and it suddenly seemed to her a if her little Rudi’s brown, curly head appeared above it. He had been a sweet little child, her great delight, and now he was to go from her loaded with shame and disgrace—and she would hever see him morel For long before he could oome back, she would have grieved herself to death. She tried to blame him, but she could not. His frivolous nature was inherited from her family; two brothers of her own had been ruined by similar extra vagance. She ceased sobbing, and gazed at the little chair with wide-open eyes. Ah! the youngest had shot him self- She groaned heavily. “May God have mercy 1” She lost her self-control utterly. She sprang up, and with trembling fingers tightened the string of her apron. The action was quite mechanical. If her sen should make her suffer that! She had no more strength to bear it now, no more! And her sick husband—her poor girls!—“God in heaven, if Lora would only be reasonable!” She untied her apron again, and the color came into her face. “Reasonable? Who was the reasonable one here?” —“If Lora would sacrifice herself!” said an honest voice within her. “No, no persuasion. 1 will not say a word — poor thing. God will find us a way out cf it. God must, have mercy!” The door-bell rang below, and she heard the postman’s voice. The weak woman flew out of the room and down the stairs with youthful lightness. Her trembling hand took in a letter. She concealed it hastily in her pocket, with out looking at it, and then come up stairs again with the Kreuzzeitung, to carry if to her huband. “Nothing else?” grumbled the old man as he look the newspaper. “Nothing,” she answered quickly, and began to busy herself with the coffee equipage, which stood before her hus band, who was sitting at the window in his arm-chair. She did not even color as she told her lie, she was so accustomed to conceal ments, to uttering necessary false hoods. She had learned such glibness in lying during the last few years of her married life, that she was sometimes shocked at herself; but there was no other way for her to keep <the peace in the house. The major was wrathful over every bill that cam© in; he scold ed, as if his wife only burnt coal tor the sake of tormenting him; as if she bought their simple dresses out of pure extravagance, and for a long time now she had not permitted him to hear any thing of the sort. He was terrible to her, in his anger. He must have been aware that there were debts, but he never asked about them; it was so hard for him to part with the few gold pieces which he had hoarded up for an emer gency; he never yielded any of them without a storm, and so it suited him Very well .that “the women” should not come to him for every trifle; he always heard about it, quite soon enough, when he had to pay out money. And some times he hadn’t any at all, and so it happened that the tradespeople often had to wait for months for their pay, and that the Tollens did not stand very high in the estimation of the Westen- berg shopkeepers. Frau von Tollen carried out the cof fee-pot, put it on a table in the hall, and mounted the narrow staircase to Lcra’3 attic room. The young girl was standing at the window; she did not hear her mother come in, and the latter did not perceive that a greeting was waved to someone in the court-yard of the gymnasium. “Lora,” she began, “it is from your uncle—I think it is from your uncle,” and she drew the letter out of her pock et. “Read it, please; I cannot, my eyes are so dim.” Lora quietly took the letter out of her mother’s hand, cut the envelope, and read it. “It is nothing, mamma,” she said; “he will not do anything. Uncle writes: ‘Let him bear the consequences of his folly, and learn to work on the other side of the big pond. Work, iron neces sity alone, will cure natures like his of their folly.’ ” Frau von Tollen again nervously twisted the strings of her apron round her finger, and looked anxiously at Lora. “I can think of nothing more,” she murmured. “Perhaps Benberg may still succeed in getting the money, mamma.” But the old lady made no answer. She rose and quickly left the room. Lera looked sadly after her. CHAPTER VI. The widowed Frau Pastorin Schon berg was sitting at the window in her parlor, knitting on a gray, woollen slocking for her son. The old lady at first sight had a remarkably peevish face, as if she had had nothing but care and trouble all her life long. But when one looked into her forget-me-not eyes, which looked wonderfully young from under the spotless fresh tulle cap, one woud say at once, “Good temper has al ways carried the day here, though times were ever so hard.” And then one would try to fancy this old woman a young girl, and would say to ones’ self, “she must have been a merry little creature.” It was too droll when the Frau Pas torin assured her acquaintances that her son occasioned her a great deal of anx iety; he was too extravagant; he was always thinking of the few thousand thalers he would inherit after her death; it was a grsaA pity when viiiliren knew that there was something to be got out of their old parents. And her eyes laughed as she spoke, for she did not in the least believe what she said. The servant-maid came in and asked for the key to the cupboard; it was time tn make the tea for the Herr Doctor. “Isn’t it early for the tea?” she remark ed, as she took the bunch of keys off her chatelane. “The Herr Doctor will be here in a minute; it Is a quarter past five,” re plied the girl, looking at the clock as she went out. The Frau Pastorin murmured some thing; then she stopped and listened. The door-bell rang and a manly step ap proached. With a “Good evening, mo ther,” the young doctor entered the room. “Good-evening,” was the reply. “It is raining, isn’t it?” “It is only mist, mother. It is Octo ber, you know. How do you do? Have you read your paper yet?” “Yes, there is a description of the Bechers’ ball. They will be horribly uplifted if all the Westenbergers treat them as if they were crowned heads, and there—look! There is the Becher herself, driving out in her coupe, and calling for the old doll-woman! Well, it must be true what Frau Lange says, that that is going to be a match.” * The doctor had taken off his hat and made himself comfortable on the sofa, ■before the table, where he usually drank his tea, when he came back from his classes, in the afternoon. He looked ,up as his mother spoke. “What did you say, mother? Pray tell Frau Lange to attend to her own affairs.” “Well, it can make no difference to us. my boy. There they go. Really, Fraulein Melitta has got on her violet bonnet with the yellow roses. She is a figure!” Her son went to the window and watched the carriage go by. It was an elegant coupe. It was true; there, be hind the shining windows, was the well-known shabby hat of Fraulein Melitta von Tollen, which had been dis played every Sunday for years in -the free .pew, at St. Martin’s Church. A slight smile of malice was visible on the doctor’s intelligent face, which was sur rounded by a full blonde beard. “Do you want to wager,” he asked, “that they are going to make a call at the major’s?” “How penetrating you are!” remarked the pastorin; “an elegant carriage like that will make quite a show before the house. That will enlighten Fraulein Lora." He looked down with a merry smile at the grumbling little woman. “Do you think so?” he said. “Boy, don’t be so stupid! The Tol lens can neither fly nor walk; and if an even greater idiot than that Adal bert were to come along-----” At this he laughed aloud. “How severely you women always judge one another!” he said. “But here is my tea." He sat down at the table, which the maid had covered with a brilliantly white cloth, and began to drink his lea. -“The dear knows!” murmured the old lady. “Necessity knows no law; many a girl has married to escape from mis ery." “But her name is not Lora von Tol len,” lie replied earnestly. His mother turned her head quickly, and pushed her glasses up on her fore head, in order to see her son better. . “My goodness! You don’t mean that you want to marry her yourself ” He pushed his cup aside and crossed over to her. “Why not?” he asked, pulling the broad!, stifily^starched strings of her cap. “You are not in earnest?” “Wouldn’t you like such a sweet girl for your daughter-in-law?" “For Heaven’s sake, boy, stop, stop!” cried the old lady. “Don’t you like, Lora, mother?” “You needn’t be playing your jokes on me, for I don’t believe a word of it ” she grumbled. “That would be a pretty affair.” He was silent, but he smiled still. “I would disinherit you!” she declar ed suddenly, with perfect seriousness. “Disinherit you!” “Really?” 'he asked, while his mouth twitched. “And to whom would you leave your vast fortune?” “I would found an idiot asylum with it, you saucy boy,” she cried; “and you and your aristocratic bride would both be admitted.” “If we were the aonly bols there, I should accept with thanks. Good-even ing. mother, I am going to take a walk.” He took his books, his hat and cane, and a minute after he left the room. The old lady heard him whistle a gay song on the stairs, and shook her head. “No," she said at length, “he is not so foolish as that—a pretty face and nothing more—no!” And she carefully put away her knit ting work, leaned back in her chair with folded hands, and repeated again: “He is not so foolish as that.” All at once he was standing outside, and knocked on the pane. She pushed aside the bolt and opened the window. “I say, mother,” he said, “before Lora becomes my wife, we must build on the gable-room upstairs; there isn’t room enough in the house." She flushed crimson, and banged the window to; but he pressed his face against the glass and laughed at her with merry eyes, as he used to do when he was a boy. Then she opened the window again. “Ernest, you rascal, will you make a fool of your old mother?” And before be knew what she was about, she took off his hat and left him standing bare headed, the wind blowing through his thick brown hair. “You want to go to walk? Go then, my boy; I wish you a plee&ant walk. You can go and pro pose to Lora just as you are.” and her heart beat as though it would hurst. Now a light flashed out from •above; she saw a shadow moving, and liken he must have gone further back into the room for the shadow disap peared. (To be Continued.) ----------*--------- PERSONAL PARAGRAPHS. A Few Interesting Facts About Some Well-Known People. A good story is being told of Prince Albert, the second son of the Prince and Princess of Wales. He was being taken round a battleship when, seeing a closed door, lie asked what was be hind it. “That’s where we keep the powder,” was the reply. The little Prince looked extremely astonished. “Have you to take powders, too?” he asked. Baron de Forest, who succeeded to much of the wealth of the late Baron Hirsch, the multi-millionaire, has bought Stowe House, near Buckingham, Eng land, for the Baroness Kinloss. It is a palatial and historic place, formerly the residence of the Dukes of Bucking ham, and among those who have been entertained there in the past are Pope, Congreve, Vanbrugh, and Lord Chester field. Baron de Forest, whose title is an Austrian one, is twenty-eight years of age, and is married to a sister of Lord Gerard. Fifty years ago Britain was engaged in war with China, and among the na val officers now surviving who took part in the campaign are Admirals Sir Vesey Hamilton, Sir Michael Culrne Seymour, the Hon. Victor Montagu, and Sir Wil liam Kennedy. The last-named tells a sad story. A sailor went into a hut in a village which had been captured, and put on some Chinese clothes which he found. On coming out of the hut he was shot dead by a comrade, who na turally took the other to be a Chinese soldier running away. Now aged seventy-three, Sir William Des Voeux, a past governor of Fiji, Newfoundland, Hong Kong, and other places, retired from the Colonial service in 1891. One of his earliest exploits was the sucking of hydrophobia virus, when but a lad, from the wounds of two children who had been bitten by a mad retriever. For months after be feared for himself the fate from which he had rescued the children, as he had omitted to have a scar on his lip cau terized. While at school the German Emperor was put on a footing of equality with other boys of much humbler rank. His clothes were generally rather shabby, as his parents were anxious to keep him. free from vanity and extravagance; and he had to take his turn in filling the grate with coal, like the other scholars. It. is said that he never resented this, and showed no objection to the easy familiarity with which his companions at Cassel were allowed to treat him. Of Mr. Rudyard Kipling, Mr. J. M. Barrie tells a story. The last-named was once at Waterloo Station (London), and, with an armful of papers, was hurrying to catch a train when he ran into Mr. Kipling, also in a tearing hur ry. The two authors turned on each other with scowling faces, and then smiled in recognition. “Lucky beggar!” exclaimed Kipling, “you’ve got papers.” Seizing the bundle from Barrie, he flung him some money and made off. “But you didn’t stop to pick up his dirty halfpence, did you?” asked an amused friend. “Didn’t I, though-’’ returned Barrie; and added ruefully: “but he hadn’t flung me half enough.” One hears little now-a-days of the ex Empress Eugenie, who, as the consort of Napoleon III., ruled in France, until 1870. It was the catastrophe of Sedan, during the Franco-German war, which obliged the ex-Empress to flee from Paris to England, where she has since resided. As the carriage was going to Trouville, under the escort of Dr. Evans; a famous dentist, the Empress saw a gendarme ill-using a man in the street. Springing forward regardless of her own safety, she cried: “I am the Empress, and I command you to let that man go!” Dr. Evans thrust her back upon the seat and explained to the bystanders that she was an insane woman under his care. The carriage then rambled on, and the Empress safely arrived in Eng land. Sir Charles Brooks, G C.M.G., who has ruled Sarawak as its Rajah for close on forty years, has been described as the most absolute autocrat—fortunately a benevolent one—on earth. The son of a Somerset clergyman, he is the ma ternal nephew of the late Rajah, Sir James Brooke, whose surname he as sumed when he succeeded him. By his marriage to a sister of Mr. Harry de Windt, the famous explorer, the Rajah has three sons, of whom the eldest, edu cated at Winchester and Cambridge, is already associated with his father in the government of Sarawak. The Ranee is the only Englishwoman holding that title, and she was received by Queen Victoria at Windsor with the honors due to a Sovereign. As befits a man who is to be the su preme head of an army of 600,000 men, Prince Frederick William, the German Crown Prince, who recently celebrated his twenty-sixth birthday, has received an education which has been mainly military. At ten years of age he was a subaltern in the Guards; before he was eighteen he held commissions in Saxon, Bavarian, Wurtemberg, Russia, and Hungarian regiments. He is indeed a soldier from head to toe. The greater part of his general education he receiv ed at Bonn University. Those who know him well declare that he has little of his father’s restless energy, physical and mental, his predominating charac teristics being a quiet thoughfulness and a calm, somewhat reserved, man ner. ------------------- WORLD’S SMALLEST WATCH. The smallest watch in the world is in the possession of a London jeweller. It once belonged to the late Marquess of Anglesey, whose taste in ornaments was extravagant and bizarre. The size of the gold case of this Lilliputian watch is just that of the smallest English coin —a silver threepence. The minute-hand is an eighth of an inch long. ----------*---------- “How do you like your new laundry ?” “Very well, Indeed. I sent twelve col lar? last week, and everyone of the but tonholes came back.” She was about to shut the window, when he pushed aside her hand, and the next moment he had sprung with a bound through the low window, and was standing in the room. His old mother leaned back in herfs chair and laughed. “Aren’t you asham ed of yourself?” she cried. “What would your scholars say if they should see you going on like that? Do you think they would have any respect for you? If I only ksew what makes you so wild-----” Then he suddenly drew up a chair besidje her, and, looked earnestly at her. “You may know it, mother,” he said softly; “it is happiness that makes it, pure, sweet happiness. She loves me —Lora, and will be my wife.”’ “Merciful heavens!” stammered the pastorin, pale as death. “Boy, what a work you are making for yourself-" His eyes wore an appealing expres sion. “Mother, don’t try to persuade me, it would be all in vain.” “0 heavens! she is not the sort of a wife for you,” began the pastorin; “one of the Tollens, who know nothing and can do nothing but be haughty, whose aristocratic ideas peep out of every fold in their dresses. Boy, what have you done that you should be so afflicted?” “You do not know Lora,” he replied, seizing her hand. “She is so good and simple, and she loves me with all her heart.” “I must see it first’ with my own eyes. I won’t believe it till then. Now mis ery has come upon us, it is beginning.” “Will you see her once, mother? May I bring her here?” he asked, without heeding her last words. “I think I shall meet her out walking, and I will beg her to come in for a moment.” He got up and took ’his hat, which had dropped, unheeded, from his mo ther’s lap. She made no reply. “1 will bring her to you, mother; then you will love her, I am sure.” And Le ran, rather than walked, out of the room into the darkening October after noon. In the park he fairly ran through all the paths, but they were all vacant. A feeling of disappointment came over him. He had been so sure that Lora would go to walk with her sister. He sat down in the pavilion for a moment and wrote Lora’s name in the damp, dark earth with his cane; he was so deeply engaged that he did not perceive that a couple of his scholars passed, bowed to him, and concealed their for bidden cigars. It was nearly night, and he was cold; so he went slowly back to the city, and stood for awhile cutside the garden door of his little place, considering whether he had bet ter go in and work. Then he conclud ed that it would be impossible, and be walked away toward the city gate. From under the archway Katie von Tollen came toward him, swinging her arms. Her brown woollen dress was cliecidedly short; the rubber istrips in her congress boots had stretched, and ■and her felt cap was thrust on one side of her saucy, bored face. He could not gave a very queer shape to her foot, help smiling; what a difference between the two sisters! “Good-evening, Frauletn Katie,” be began, approaching her; ‘are you taking a walk, and all alone?” The young girl’s face turned scarlet. She made an awkward gesture. “Lora couldn’t come; she had to stay al home and make coffee for old Frau Becher.” “Indeed! Then I will go a little way with you. Where were you going?” Katie was amazed. Dr. Schonberg go with her! He, the secret idol of all the school-girls, go to walk with her, with Katie von Tollen! She looked at him in consternation, and then she be thought herself; in town they would be likely to meet some of the school girls, and what a furore that would make! “I was just going to turn back,” she said; “I must go to the market-place again; I have something to get there at—at ” “Very well,” he interrupted, “I will go with you to—to—wherever you want to go. How are you getting on with your theme, Fraulein Katie, on-----” “Oh, I gave that in long ago.” “Oh, yes; so you did. So your mo ther has visitors?” “They have been there for two hours, cackling about the ball,” replied Katie. “It was very fine, wasn’t it?” “I don’t know. Lora hasn’t spoken a word all day; she came home long before the others did, anyway. I can’t blame her.” “Why so?” asked the young man. “Oh, everybody knows that Adalbert Becher wants to marry our Lora.” He did not speak at once. “That must be very unpleasant for Fraulein Lora,” he managed to say. “Possibly, yes," replied Katie. “At any rate, I wouldn’t have stayed there, if Frau Elfrida Becher had been ten times sweeter and more anxious about ray health.” He had stopped just before a jewel ler’s shop. As if lost in thought be gazed at the modest display, and his eyes were fixed on an etui, lined with velvet, on which a mass of plain gold rings shone in the light of a petroleum lamp. “Those are wedding-rings,” said Katie, who had followed the direction of his eyes. “Would do me a favor, Fraulein Katie?” he asked, without moving his eves from the case. “What is it?” she asked. Any one else would have received for answer, “I have no time.” To him she could only bring out a reluctant “What is it?” “To give a book to Fraulein Lora, which I promised her.” “Oh, yes; give it here,” was the in different reply. “But I must go home and get it first.” “That’s nothing. I will comle with you as far as your house, and while you are getting the book, I will walk up and down.” He had already turned, and they walked on quickly together. There were no great distances In Wtesten- berg; in about ten minutes the doctor was hurrying through the little gar den into his house, while Katie remain ed standing by the gate. It was quite dark uiider the tall elms. She leaned against one of the trees ana looked up at the gable window, where his room was. She quickly, £ facts re- of cattle amassed We give CATTLE OF MANY LANDS. Some extremely interesting garding the care and breeding i i Europe have recently been by a government specialist, some of the facts herewith : One prominent feature in the feeding of both dairy and beef cattle in all European countries is the employment of large amounts of succulent feeds. Root crops are used for this purpose more than, any other farm crop. In England mangels, turnips and rutabagas ar j the roots principally employed. Turnips and rutabagas are fed during fall and early winter, while mangels, winch are better keepers, are usually fed during late winter and early spring. In France and Germany sugar beets and sugar beet pulp are extensively employ ed as succulent feeds and both are giv ing most excellent results. It appears that generally speaking English breeders of pure-bred stock realize fully the disadvantage of keeping breeding stock in a too fleshy condition and the best breeders in the country do not keep their breeding stock which they retain on their farms in an overfed con dition. They are, however, according to a number of prominent breeders, obliged to fatten stock sold at public sale for the reason that it is practically impossible to sell cattle or live stock of any kind, a fact which our breeders realize fully as well—unless they are well fatted. For fattening purposes, corn meal, bean meal, pea meal and concentrated foods of that character are used exten sively in England, but roots are also fed liberally, in fact, -it seems difficult, for the English feeder to realize that cattle can be fattened without more or less roots or grass. Corn is seldom if ever fed to breeding stock. Crushed oats, wheat bran, oil cake and foods of that charac ter being substituted for the reason that they are bettor bone and muscle build ers, and they are not heating as is the case with corn. FOR BREEDING ANIMALS as much as 125 pounds of roots per day are fed in some instances, although the average is stated by Prof. Kennedy to be from 50 to 80 pounds per head per day. A great deal of oil cake and cot tonseed cake is fed. It is never fed giound, however, but is generally fed in small lumps. What is called undocordi- caled cake, and which is manufactured from Egyptian and Sea Island cotton, is used extensively, especially during the summer season. Undecordicated cake is cake made from cotton seed from which the hulls have not been removed, previous to the extraction of the oil. The hull contains a substance with as tringent properties, and hence this un decordicated cake is considered an ex cellent food in that it prevents cattle from scouring when on grass. The practice of grinding or crushing grains is universal. Cutting or chaffing of hay, straw and all kinds of roughage is often practiced. Roots are usually pulped or sliced, and the grain ration is ordinarily mixed with cut roughage or pulpy roots, it being considered that the grain is more fully digested when fed in that manner. In. southern and central por tions of England the cattle are mostly fed out of doors, while in the more northern latitudes they are stabled dur ing the winter months, but are always turned out during the day time when ever the weather permits. In Scotland from whence we have ob tained so many excellent Shorthorn cattle during recent years, intensive farming is practised. Thus is absolutely necessary, for the reason that much of the land in that country rents for $15 an acre. Scotland has special purpose beef as well as special purpose dairy breeds, and the Scottish farmers as a rule do not attempt to breed dual-pur pose types. They are great believers iq roots, turnips and swedes being THE MAIN CROPS USED. They feed from 250 to 300 pounds of roots to three-year-old and fattening steers. They also cut their roughage and prefer to mix the grain ration with roots or roughage. Quite a number of farmers in that country steam the food for their cattle, although the practice is not so general as it was a few years ago. Farmers are beginning to feel that no special advantage accrues from steam ing cattle feeds and that the practice is rather an expensive one. Ireland has more cattle per acre of land than any other country in the world. Taking the country as a whole, there is one head of cattle for every 4.36 acres of land, pastures and meadows, cent, of all the land in in grass or in meadow, land under cultivation production of potatoes consequently but little are raised for feed. Land being so higin priced, the German farmer considers it extravagant to pasture cattle^ as he raise much more green fooct upsfi an- aero under cultivation than on an acre; in pasture. Sugar beets are g?own ex-| tensively, and they are largely used as: cattle food, as is also beet pulp, a by-] product of the sugar beet factories.! Clover grows everywhere in Germany,! while the growth of Alfalfa is restricted’ Io the central and southern portions. The Swiss farmer raises what might be called a tri-purpose cow. He not only’ wants a cow to be a good dairy animal, but she must also produce beef and in, addition to that perform labor on the farm. Cows, bulls and oxen are used extensively as beasts of burden in that ■ country. The two principal breeds, of cattle in Switzerland, native to that ■country, are Brown Swiss and Simm-en- thal, both of which breeds are also found in this country. The calves are usually allowed to suck the cows in Switzerland and are weaned at the age of six teenths, although in a few instances the more progressive farmers raise them on skim milk. At another time we hope to give more detailed information with re-, gard to specific methods of feeding in the different countries. -______4-______ “SOCIETY NEWS” IN THE WEST. A Great Journal Reports Everything In Its Neighborhood. The “Bingville Bugle” docs not claim to have the biggest circulation in the world, but it is a very go-ahead and enterprising journal for all that. Here are some items from the “Bugle’s” so ciety column:— “Miss Amelia Tucker, our society queen, is laid up temporary with tooth ache. She would have it pulled it it wasn’t so painful.” “Cy Hoskins is painting his buggy. Well, the buggy needs it—it hasn’t been painted since Cy got it 14 years ago.” “It is reported that Miss Tabitha Jones will be married soon. Who ’unfortunate party was we did! learn.” “A stranger whose name we did discover passed through our midst the not With the exception of sugar comparatively few roots are Clover and alfalfa silage, how- not o-- ------- one cay last week, which day we forget.” “Lem Brown, our carpenter, is. mak ing plans for a hen-house for Deacon Andrews. Lem makes all his own &?- chilecktural plans.” “Mrs. Samantha Deevers is still on the sick list, but she is not quite so bad as usual.” “Jasper Hawkins brought 13 dozen eggs to lien Weathersby’s store last Monday. How’s that for eggs’?” “Doc Livermore has traded his old white mare for a roan horse with Pete Ankrum of Snake Bend. Let us hope that the roan can travel faster than the white mare. Otherwise many of Doc’s patients will be deceased before he ever reaches them.” “Bill Hepburn, our stalwart and ar- tistick blacksmith, was incapacitated for worl< on Monday and Tuesday of last week. Bill went to the Co. seat Saturday, and it usually takes him two or three days to get over it.” “Harve Hines, our tonsorial barber, says that work in his line has begun to slack up. Ilarve says in order to introduce shaving and haircutting to those who are not familiar with it i.e wil’ cut hair for 15c. and shave for 8c. until further notice. Here is. a chance to get your hair cut or shaved at a bargain. (Adv.)” “Rev. Moore, our beloved pastor of the Bingville church, will preach a ser mon next Sunday morning from the text, ‘It is More Blessed to Give Than to Receive.’ We understand the pas tor’s flock is back 200 dels, on his sal ary.” “Lafe Packard’s bunion is troubling him so of late that he can’t get his boot on his right foot, and so he wears one boot and an old carpet slipper. Lafe can alius tell by his bunion when it is a-going to rain a day or two in advance, •and people have got so in the habit of depending on him to tell them about what kind of weather we are going to. have that now it makes him maddec’n ia wet hen to be asked if it’s a-going to rain.” “Dave White, our enterprising under taker, says business is very dull, and that unless he can gel something to do in his line he is going to move to some other town.- What are we going to do about this? We ought to be wil ling to make some sacrifices of some kind rather than to lose Dave.” HOW NATIONS ADVERTISE. Belgium, like many Conlinental coun tries, has its National Board of Adver tising. 1’he State, owning, as it does, the railways, must do everything in Is power to increase the passenger traffic, and so England and the adjacent coun tries are extensively placarded with posters, showing Belgium’s beauty and pleasure spots. The principal attrac tion is Ostend and its casino, and the casino, and the pictorial records of this resort have adorned the hoardings of England for many years past. King Leopold takes a deep interest in this aspect of Continental rivalry, and never blisses an opportunity for proclaiming the superiority of his little country as a pleasure-provider. Few persons are aware of the fact that Austria goes in, for the gentle art of advertising, but; here, again, we have the reason that; the State owns the railways. Austria, is ambitious, and though at present the: .revenue from tourist traffic is compare-’ tively small, the authorities hope that) in time their country will be a serious1 rival to Germany and France. —-—>ji-------------------- As soon as a man is satisfied with: himself the neighbors begin to feel sorry J for his wife. Ireland is a country of In fact 80 per Ireland is either The bulk of the is used for the and root crops, is left for grain culture. Dairying is carried on quite ex tensively. The winters are mild and the rainfall evenly distributed through the seasons, so that cattle may be pastured throughout the entire year. France has no distinct breeds of cattle, and the cattle industry in that country, as compared with that in Eng land, is rather of a primitive nature. The cows are generally tethered, and soiling crops are extensively raised. Corn is grown in the southern portion of France. With the exception of sugar beets, raised. ------- .ever, is used to quite an extent and is prized as one of the most nutritious feeds grown. Most of the roughage is fed without being cut or chaffed. Austria-Hungary has a breed of na tive cattle, silver gray in color. They are not pure bred in any sense of the word; they are neither, strictly speak ing, dairy nor beef cattle, although they lean more to the dairy than beef type. The Simmenthal breed of cattle native to Switzerland has been introduced to some extent. This breed has a tendency to beefiness and is not generally con sidered a good dairy breed, although it can be classed as A FIRST-CLASS BEEF BREED. In Germany comparatively few cattle are pastured. They are stabled through out the entire year, and soiling crops Disease takes no summer vacation. If you need flesh and strength use Scott’s Emulsion summer as In winter. Send for fr«e SCOTT ft BOWNE, ChMfatft Toronto, , lOatarfa, joe.andS>.oo| alldnggtote. i - I >