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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1895-1-24, Page 6'—'1— . MISCELLANEOUS READING OBOE OD OTIIERWISt. C1LeL *on Maay Sources but Each and Every On Worthy of a Careful Reading. Kisseel lees [ThefallowIng wa.s written in 1807 by a ladv un- der twenty years of age, James RodPethy the historism, thought so much of the Nein that he had au Kato% printed on white satin. John G. Whittier, the Quaker pet. wrote of it and its young author that sae had truly mastered the eaoret of English verse I You kissed me My head Dropped low on your breast With a feeling of shelter And infinite rest, While tb.e tray emotions My tongue dare nut speak Flashed up in aflame From my, heart to my cheek. Your area field me as; ohyour arms were so bold; Reart heat against heart Li their passionate fold. Your glanees veined drawing My wad through iny eyes As tie atm draws the mist From theses, to the skies, Your Lys clung to mine Till k prayed in my bliss Thee migut never unclasp Front me rapturous Innis, You kissed. me! My heart, And my breath, and my will nelirious j For & cement stood still, • Life had for 'nether). No temptatims no charms, No vision of happiness Outside of your ..rms. And w ere I tills instant An angel pobsessed Of he peace aud (Me) ieY That are given theblest, I would iiing my white rolaes Unrepiningly down walla tear trom my foreb.ead its laeautears crown To m stle once more In that haven of rest— Your lips up xi mine. My head on your breast. You kissed me! My soul In a 111188 80 divine, Reeled and swooned like adrunken man Foolish with wine. And 1 th .ught 'twere delicious To die there if death Would but e me, while my lips Were yet moist with your breath; If I mieht grow cold While your arms clasped me round In thekr oassionate fold. And they are the questions 11sk day and night: OB to.ste n.t more Suen exquisite delight? Would you care if your breast Weremy she ter as then, £&d If you were here Would you kiss me 0.,9;ydn? The Dream of an Boar. Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afeLict- ed with heart trouble, great care was taken to br ea to her as gently as pos- sible the news of her husband's death. It was her sister Josephine who told her in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in hall concealing. Her husband's friend R chards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received., with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less car", ful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message. She did not hear the story as many wo- men have heard the same, with a para- lyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden. wild abandooment, ha her sister's arms. lle'hen the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her. There stood, facing the open window, A comfortable, roomy armchair. Into ails she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul. She could see in the open squaxe before her house the tops of trees that where all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a pedler wa.s crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. There were patches of blue sky showing here and. there through tbe clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window. She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, exoept -.when a sob come up into h r throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep oontin.ues to sob in its dreams. She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a sus- pension of intelligent thought. Th re was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She clidnot know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. 13ut she felt it creeping out of the sky, reaching to- ward her through tue sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air. Now her bosom rose and fell tumult- ously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to pos- sess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will—as powerless as leer two while slender hands would have been. • When he abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly part- ed lips. She said it over and over under her breath: "Free, free, free !" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the -coarsing blood warmed and relaxed every ineh of her body. She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a m nstrous joy that held her. A. clear and exaltedperception enabled her to dismiss the euggestion as trivial, She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind tender hands folded in death: the face that had never looked save with love -upon her, fixed and grey and, dead. Bet she saw beyond that bitter moment a. long procession of years to come that would belong to hex. absolutely. And she opexted and spread her arms out to them in welcome. There would be no one to live for dur- ing those coming years; she weold live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers la that blind. persist- ence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow ereature. A kind in - ten -blot or a cruel intention made the act SOYA no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination. And yet he had leered him—sometimes. •'Often she had hot, What did it matter? What could Inee, the unsolved rayetery, count for in fees of 'this possesalort of eelf-aseereion which she Suddenly recog- nized se the strongest impulse of her be- i. "Free -Body wed soul free !" she kept whispering. Josephine VOA keeling before the elos- ea door with her lipe to the 'keyhole, im- ploring for admission. 'Louise, opeo the cloorl I beg; open the door—you will make yourself ill. "Whet are yea doing, Luise? For heevezes sake open the dome" "Go away. 1 am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a. very elixir of We through that open window. How fartey was running riot along those days aime4 of her, Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be h r own. She breathed a quick prayer that We might be long, It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be lung, and now what a change. She arose at leugth and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself nnwittingly like the goddess of vie.tory. She olasped her sister's wasit, and together they descend- ed the'stairs. Richard stood waiting for them at the bottom. Some one was opening the front door with a latch key. It was Brently Mal- lard. who entered, a little travel -stained, compose ly carrying his grip sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of accident, an& did not even know there had been one. Be stood. amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richard's quick motion to screen him frora the view of his wife, who just thon. looked up, But Richard was too late. When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease—the ley that kills. He Alwaya Has a rasspert. H. L. Benson, of New York, according to a reporter of a St. Louis paper, takes pains to be always provided. with a pass- port. He says that it cost him but a dol- lar and a little trouble to get it, and that it saves him a great deal of trouble when- ever he is where he is not well known. Says he: "With the passport I never have to be identified at a bank, postoffice or other institutions where strangers transacting business always have to be vouched for by somebody known to the officials. You see that the body of the paper contains a most minute and. unmis- takable discription of me, together with my age and residence. The whole bears the great teal of the 'United. States Gov- ernment, thus making deceptiuh or im- posture almost impossible. My descrip- tion was sworn to by notaries publie who know me befor- the State Department at Wash ngten issned the passport. With this affidavit and another one certifying that I was a good citizen, I inclose Si with my- application to the Secretary of State and received the passport." Row It served Him Hight. The street was slippery at the point where the passenger thought he could alight from the street car, while it was in motion, and walk away in triumph while the more timid. passengers had to wait until the ear got over to the other side where there was a safe landing. He stood waiting on the top step for a good place to drop to, and. when the conductor inti- mated that he had better not try it, he looked. up at that azerthy person with an air of scorn that almost made him wilt, notwithstanding the weather was any- thing but of the wilting variety out there on the platform. The conductor was not to be d terred by a look, however, and still insisted on. his not jumping, but he might as well have talked to a boarder who never pays his bill. The man was bound ' to jump and he did. And. he jumped all over and lit in twenty plae,es at once and rolled along with the ear and the steps hit him itt the back, and irregu- larities of the roadwaithumped him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and his face banged. the stones and his hands dragged holes in he icy surface. after which he gave a final roll and. laid ever quite still, for he was stunned. The conductor got to him as quickly as he could and. lifted him up. "Are you badly hurt?" he asked, shak- ing him gently. The dumped and dazed passenger open- ed his eyes and. looked. around leeringly. "Wha—wha-- what—" he beau to stamraer, meanwhile trying to smile. The conductor felt greatly relieved, and he wanted to cheer the man up. "That was a horse on you, sir," he said banteringly. "0-0-0h, we—we--well, I—I thought it was an entire car stable wi—wi—with all the ears piled on top. Where's my hat ?" aecl the conductort after brushing down a bit and readjusting his fasten- ings, straightened him out, headed him the right way and let him go. talk abent deceit, if you please. Remem- bee, wheo I was going to see you, there never was a time when I could get to ex- andoe your family Bible, and you always elaimed to be only tweety-two years---" "You talk about deeeit, her. elagr der! Who eves it hid that bottle labled Annie tura relish that wasn't furniture pelisb at all in the woodshed—" "Who was it, madam, that brought to the table 51051 of Boston cream bread she had maee with her own fair hancle, and it happened that her own fair hart s had uegleeted tare eve tles baker's tag—" "Mr. Ildagrader," exelaimed the young wife, as she rose to her feet and looked t him with superb scorn, "after what has happened this morning it will be impos- sible, of course, to carry out ourplans for the holiday season. It would be a meek- ery. Aunt Aun, 58 yon may remember, sir, was coming to make us a visit an stay five or six weeks. 1 ehall write to her not to oome." Ca.11ituempian W. Magruder threw him- self at his wife's feet. "Are you going to 49 that, Elfieda ?" he gas ed., his eyes blazing with uncon- trollable excitement. "1 ani, sir !" she replied, firmly, coldly, relentlessly. "My da ling!" he murmured, in a broken voice, as he buried his face lei the folds of her dress, "forgive me! You are an angel ! Only keep that promise and life will be full of joy for us ouce more I" Their First Quarrel. "Callith umpia, dear, are you ink" With touching solicitude the young wife hung over her husband, a lovely pity beaming from her mild blue eyes, and her low, beautiful voice vibratiag with tenderness and ini3.uenza. "Not at all, Elfi.eda " he replied. "I am perfectly well. What makes you think anything is tha matter wath me this morning Mrs. M.ag,rader placed her hand sooth- ingly on his forehead. "Oallithuiapian," she persisted, as she felt his pulse and looked at her watch ap- prehensively "show me your tongue?" "Nonsense, Elfieda! I tell you I am as well as I ever was in my life. Dotet be foolish, my love !" "Do you call it foolish Callithumpian, for me to be concerned about your health ?" "Certainly, Elfieda, when there is no cause for ,arly concern." "Is it nothing, my dear, that your hand seems to tremble that your head is hot, and that you drinka quart of water be- fore breakfast ?" "Nothing, my love. Every man is affected in. the same way once in a while. It only indioates a—a kind of—ura—ah— billiousness that passes away in a short time," "But yonought to do something for it, Callithurapian." "1 you., E fieda, I don't need any- thing.. Don't make such a fuss about nothing. Why, I can see that yonr nose is a taitieredder than usual tbis morning, but it doesn't alarm nie. I'm not going to tear the house upside down about "You are mistaken, Callithumpian— and it's mean of you to say so, anyhow." "If your nose isn't any redder than it has been all along," said the young hus- band, as he looked at it critically, "then all I've got to say is that reve been do- ing the most artistic work in calcimining it for th last the Months that I ever kneee a woman to do, end you have for- gotten. to sraear anythIng on it thie Morn- ing." "Mee Magruder, you—you're a heart-, less, insulting, de. eittal*--14 "Take carte Mrs. Magreder, Don't Sayings of the CLzudren. A Concrete Abstraction--Teacher—An abstract noun is the name of something you can think of but not touch. Oen you give me an example? Tommy—A. red- hot poker, With a Reservation—Mamma (to John- ny, who had been given a peak with pills, artfully concealed in it)—Well, dear, have von finished your pear ? Yes, mamma, all but the seeds. Juvenile Skepticism — Minister—And how clo you get on at Sunday school, Billie? Billie—Pretty well. Pve just learned about the whale swallowing Jo- nah. Minister—That's good. Billie— Yes, sir.; and next Sunday I'm going to believe M. A Retort Courteous—" Charles, you must do what I tell you. When I was a little child like you I was always good and obedient.' 'Pm glad to know that, mamma, and you may be sure that Pll say the &Mae thing to my children when I have any." Applied Irony—Georgie—Auntie, what does irony mean? Auntie—It means to say one thing and mean the opposite, like calling a rainy day a fine day. Geor- gie.-_I think I understand you, auntie. Wouldn't this be irony: "Auntie,I don't want a nice big piece of cake ?" Object Lesson on the Chair—Teacher (having direoted the attention of the class to the various parts of a chair)—Of what use is the seat of a chair? Bright little girl (who knows it all)—I know. Tecteh- er—You may tell the class. Bright little girl—To keep people from flopping on the floor. A Choice of Weapens—A little fellow had been seriously lectured by his mother and finally sent ince the garden to find. a switch with whiole he was to be punished. He returned soon and said: I ectuld not find a switch, maixtma, but here's a stone you can throw at me." Reasoning by Analogy—.& caller had mentioned that a neighbor had been obliged to shoot his dog because it had grown old and cross. After he had gone, little Edith, who had been quiet since the dog was spoken of, surprized her m .ther by asking: "Mamma, when do you think papa will shoot Aunt Sarah ?" A Colored Solomon—A teacher of a Vir- ginia district school recently asked one of h r little colored pupils to go to the blackboard and write a sentence thin., on co, taining the word "delight." George Washington jackson went pompously to the front of the room and wrote, in a large scrawling hand, "De wind blowed so hard that it put out de light." Speculative Mathematios—"Well, Eliz- abeth, you are atehe head of your Ole ss to -day. How did you manage it?" "Why, the teacher asked Mary Small how many are five and seven ane she said thirteen. He said that was too many ; then he asked Josephine Little, and she said eleven, and that wasn't enough. So I thought I'd try twelve, and I guessed it right." Like the Prirac3 of Wales—An English scheolmaster promis ad a crown to a ny boy who should propound a riddle that the teacher e,ould not answer. One and in - other tried, Arad at last one boy asked: "Why am I like the Prince of Wales ?" The master puzzled his wits in vain, and finally was compelled to admit that he did not know. 'Why," said the boy, "it's because I'm waiting for the crown. Tommy Argues the Case—"I don't see what's the use of me being vaccinated again," said Tommy, baring his arm re- luctantly for the doctor. "The human body changes every seven years, Tommy'," replied his mother. "You are eleven years old now. You were in your fourth year when you were vaccinated first, and it has run out." "Well, I was baptized when I was a baby. Has that run out, too?" Time Dragged—Little Johnny, having been invited out to dinner with his mo- ther, was commanded not to speak at the table except when he was asked a ques- tion, and promised to obey the command. At the table no attention was paid to Johnny for a long time. He grew very impatient and restlese and his mother could. see that he was having a hard thne to "hold in." By and by he could stand it no longer."Mamma!" he callee out, "when are they going to begin to ask me questions ?" Tommy's Storm Signals — Rev. D. Fotirthly, aceonapanied ay Mrs. Fourthly, wa's making a pastoral eall at the Sliholde- ford dwelling and had. unconsciously pro- longed his stay -until the afternoon sun was low in the sky and Tommy Shackle - ford had begun to grow hungry. Burn - Mg with righteousindignetion and moved by a strong sense of personal ill-treatmeat, Tommy ettode into the parlor. "Maws" he sald, in a high-pitched voice, "you'd better got a gait on you. If pavecomes home an' ends supper ain't ready again, he'll raise the darndest row ever you wea anywhere." Prayer with a Commentary Little Mary has always been devoted to het aunt May, and prays for her eaeh night long and. fervently. One day, however, dating a visit cit her &antes the childdid something wrong a,nd had to be punish- ed. When evening cants, end she knelt at her aunt's! knee to say her prayers, it wee evident that the sore spot was there still. "Bleee papa and mamma," began the childish voiee, and then there was an ominous silence, after whieli prayer was eoncladed with no referenee to Aunt May. "Now," remarked Miss roar -Year -Old, with thisliing Oyes, as she rose, "what do you think of that for a prayer ?" 111XWIT'S ROq it Was an AlleAreand Tearer et the Il'inest Variety:. "Speaking of dogs," said the man with. a glass eye, "reminds me of an experienee I had once with a friend of mine naraed Bixby, l-.3itiatial S. Bixby," ‘".fluit's a roll etion on, Mr. Bixby," re- marked a listener, "I'm telling this story," le:plied the main. "As I was going on to say, Bixby was a friend of mine that I Nvould have done anything in the woad for. I think if Bixby bad asked me to steal a horse I would have clone it with pleasure, Well, 13ixby had a dog that he laidgreat store by because it had, belonged to his wile, ansi when he took a notion to go to Cali- fornia and travel for a big San Francisco groeery house, he a ,ked me to take care of the deb°. for him because it wasn't pos- sible fur him to take it along with him. I tell you, Bixby thoaght a lot of that dog, and when he told me aboat how he hatial to leave it, the tears actually came to his eyes, and I kind in sniffed a little mysele The dog was at a dog -fancier's in an ad- joining town, and I was to send tor it as soon as I could. conveniently do so. naves a ma,stilf—at least I thought he said so— about two years °id, and Bixby said. it would be mighty usefal about the place as a watch -dog. I needed a watelaclog, but that wasn't what I was doing this /ore It was simply to please Bixby. Well, he got away et last, and as the tra, n pulled out for the west he wawed his hend to me ansi called back not to neglect the clog. And I didn't, The very next day I sent one of my stable boys over alter it and he brought it back in good shape. And what a dog it was! As big as a calf and would eat four times as much. And what a savage brute! We had to tie him up in the back yard. the first night, and after that we kept him itt the stable, mostly, for the hired girl was scared to death of him, and the boys used to pet his meals down in front ol hini and mu as if they had set fire to a fuse of a dynamite bomb. "At the end of th.e first week that dog owned the place and I had to pay the boys extra to look after him. As fur myself, even ray devotion to Bixby was not enough to get me within a dozen rods of it, Just the same, though, 1 hed premised Bixby not to neglect the doe, and I kept that .THE- :FARR .AND IIINTS AND. NEWS NOTES l'eor ift,y. and Country,. Clipplage and Origetee. Articles which have been prepared especially for earliteaders The proper svintor care of dairy stock is subjec vf Riedel interest. Mr. George eaoksee. at the Indiana State Dairy Asso- eiation disoussed the stable care of dairy stock. Re insisted that the winter We of st sho ilti return as great or greater preat Wee/ sernmer care; to accomplish this he I t "'rail tune to begin to stable the cows le see fall, without regard to the day of u . tie mote , is when the air beceines frosty u or ncomfertably 000l at night, and. when this occurs the rations must be inerease 1 that no sl ot the milk flow will fol- low, for very observing dairym.an knows how ditlioult ib is to restore the milk yield once rrepted, at any stage of lacta- teal, and besides the qualities in the milk are inert/ or less damaged by any changes bhaa affect the normal condim ion of the awe or lea supply ot constant ears and wetehtulnese therefore is needee that the enttre comfort of the cows may be assured, and all their wants generously a,nd ntly supplied." The weather shoalcl be tempered to the cows in. the stable by areifictal means, so that freez- iugsherdd be unkoown in the ba n, but these eonditions ehould be associated with pure air. His deseription of conditions that often exist in. Indiana is not unfa- miliar in this country. "It is ito uncommon sight in almost evory seetion of the country, on entering the cow ..table in extreme cult]. weather to observe the cows shivering, and shaking in the stalls, the hair on their backs standing erect, and the droppings in the gutter irozen hard as stones. A casual glance will explain why these things are so; cracks in. the outer walla, wide spaces under the doors, badly fitting window frames, and perhaps open windows on the door above. Terough aU these holes and openings the winter air currents rush in, drive out and counteract any amount of animal heat that may be gen- erated by any number of cows, ann the cuusegneuee is, extra feed is needed to supply the waste, and no returns come from it turough the udder. Boards and wale, eleiff, sawdust or similar packing are m. eh eheaper and can be put into position and the remedy insured by every promise iteithfully. Ana not lox a week one capable of handling a hammer and or a montb or a year, but for four long saw." His description of the stall may years Think of that, will you?" ani not meet the views of most of our pro - the man heaved a great sigh, partly of gressive dairymenbut as they are above relief at the thoug,be of a duty done, and the average we give his method. "The partly of admiration for himself. "And sanitary condition of the stables, ar- m that time, gentlemen," he continued, trangements for perfect comfort of the "I lost hall' ray iriends, my wife threat-lc/1We, entire cleanliness, and gentle me- ened to move out of the house, the neigh- I thods itt hendlin g them are all very ira hors shook us, servants refused to live portant factors in -the care of dairy- stock - with me, I fought the police to keep them? An abundance of light is necessary, and off of him, the back yard and the stable a big wiudow for every three or four cows became a wilderness and a scene of clew- gives none too much light. Dark, damp lation and I was on the verge of lunacy. awe ill -smelling basements are not the Yet through it all, I was loyal to Bixby best suited fur stables where the highest and the dog. , dairy attaimnents are expected. krob- "Well, the end of all things must come ably the best floor for the stall is found and the end of this trying occasion came in a two-inch plank, slanting towards at last with Bixby. Be had returned with the gutter in the rear, two hackies in lour money, and the first thing he wanteil to and one-half feet (the usual length of know about was the dog. I had never standing fluor, though this must, of failed to report to himn at least oace a wars°, be regulated by the size of the month on the general health and happi- animals). This is enough for proper drain- age. ness of the dog: and he knew pretty well how he was dome, though he never know what I suffered, t'f or I loved Bieley too much to worry him with my trials. He had enough ol his own, going into a new country among strange people. When I got home with Bixby, my wife refused to see him, but I didn't tell hira of that, either, and before there was any reason for my lying about it, Bixby was on his way to see the beloved, dog alter all these weary years of separation and waiting. I cautioned. hini to bo a little careful, for the doe hadn't seen him for so long that he mightn't remember him. But Bixby wouldn't hear to anything like that and sailed right into the stable, 1 remaining outside so as not to intrude upon the af- fecting., seene of their meeting. In about two minutes there was a ruction arid a rumpus in that stable that was simply terrorizing, and in about two minutes more, Bixby, or what was left of him, came out of the door with the dog hang- ing to him. Bow he. ever got loose, I don't know, but he did, and the next thing 1 remember, we were sitting on. the top of the fence looking at each other. It took' Bixby about seven minutes to get his breath so he could say anything, and I hadn't anything to say. Then what he did say, gave me such. a shock that I fell off the fence into the alley. "Good Lord, old mao," he groaned, "that isn'e my dog, an.d never was. Mine was a bull pup." "And to think," concluded the friend of Mr. Bixby, sighing profoundly, "what I suffered from the wrong dog !" Around the Mahogany. Epicures, like poets and artists, are born, not manufactured. In early winter the bons vivants' thoughts lightly turn to game. Reading maketh a 1 all man.; so, too, does a regular Oluestmas dinner. There is an abundance of kerosen.e where some sardines are packed. A dainty morsel to those unprejudiced is the head of a woodcock. It would be a good law allowing only hermits and milers to eat onions. He who is fond of Gorman cookery will enjoy a solo on the trombone. Genuine manufacture of codfish balls is one of the lost culinary arts. Gastronomic seholare hold the wing to be the best part of the turkey. Irt the matter of corned beef and cab- bage, enough is equivalent tu x feast. Few ean recite -The Raven" backward; few can properly make Welsh rabbit. To the averar Bridget. "a pinch of salt" means w ole bankabful. Cherry wine to most soups is -what a fresh:emit of paint is to an old house. There must be profanity where chops that shaald have been broiled are served fried. Mine° pies and brandy peaches are the household treastres for thanksgiving. An old discussion, red wine or oham- pegne with duck, has been renewed. *hell Baby ale ilea, We gm her Caorteciat When ah• *al a Child, she eritiii for Castor* When Wit bieAtde Mis., she shine to Caster*. Wheel the hail elitidriita gut esti them Gastoria. MAILING TIM FARM PAY. A Miehigan farmer writes to the Amer - jean Cultivator that all over the country, in times like the present, we find the farmer leoking about hint to see if per- chance he ceemot reduce the running ex- penses of his farm. He raay have in mind some things which shotild be done about his farm buildings or fences. and yet as he thinks about it he concludes that it can be pat off until another year, when perhaps times will be better. He may be a man who has been accustomed to keeping his stock up itt line condition, yet these lia.rd tunes may induce him to cut short their rations, thinking it will make but little difference with them, as "they are not worth anything anyway." I think pe,rhape tir word of caution right here would not be amiss. This question of economy on the -farm is one which is often difficult to solve. We aro sometimes so absorbed and impressed with the gen- eral depression of fa.rm produce that we become discouraged and fail to realize that this good care this little extra at- tention and feed, is just what will save us financially if anythin.g can. I think itt reference to feeding farm animals we, as farmers, err, as a ,general rule, in feed.1 ingtoo little rather thee too much. are too much alarmed about getting our feeding animals too fat. Now, broth.er farmers, be honest. Is it not !the feet but we are Ware alarmed about our corn or oat bin. "going dry" before spring comes? As I had been breeding sheep for the past few years'and they have done so well fur tha1, I uaturally tako a deep interest in them at the present time, I feel that many foe/I/ors who are so situat- ed. as to conveniently keep it few sheep are now using their best judgment in dis- posing of them at ruinously low prices. I may be mistaken,but feel confident that the men wJau hula their flocks, taking care as to selection and, mating, will be well repaid for it in the years to come. It is my present plau to keep as many sheep as I can summer on my pastures. I shall do my best by Chain Da the way of care anal teed when wetter comes, Some oe my neighbors (anal nave no doubt it is true elsewhere) are disposed to neglect their austeme.ry annual dipping for tieks- and lice. From my past experience with these pests, I am sure it is economy to dip them. 'The oust is Slight, from one to two cents per head. There are several prepared dips which ara good. Finally, ,e Imight more:ion severe/items ewhere I believe a • small expeadibure would be economy. Farmers must noWbe so care- ful about paying out a cent that they leave undeno many things whieh it would really be profitable to do, Nothing pays better for the money than a goo& paper. • The man who smiles and keeps ahead of his work drew Ola all manure and apread it as fast as made during the win- ter, If a silo is built and fodder corn and peas aro grown, the eost of the feed is still further tedueed end the yield, of cream is considerably increased. • In some parte of the couatry fall. plo-W- ing is quite customary while in others it is very rarely practieed. 'Where the soil is inelined to be, heavy and intractable fall plowing ie a great beia fit tie it gives the frost, a ehanee to palverize and loosett it up and the 'beneficent effects of this courze will be notieed in the crops. Nearly every dairyman who: has long For Children? is worthy every parent's study; not only what they can eat, but what gives th e rnost nourishment. No children are better, and most are worse, . a \ for eating r lard -cook- tee ed food. p '''''''' rtehpeari 60.; '" " 11 withthe .. If, how- ,c1(7) , , \ , food ZS health -q 11; ' fu l new Vegetable i 45 SbOrtening, rin 4 i LENE instead of lard, they can eat free- .; ly of the best food without danger to the digestive organs. You can easily verify this by a fair trial of Cottolene. B'IdiVirgV0A.Pana Made only by The N. I. Fairhank •-......er,,,,t,,,, a tr.-_,........-7.F..tV r ti -re--,.'":-,.. l'..•,"' ci..11f.reimiT Company, litanngtan ir=71,03 and 4,:.-117 AMA SU., At; MONTWEAT.,F ne:tronized a factory possesses one or more old. unused delivery cans that are unfit to carry milk in. If you are a dairy- man patronizing a factory, and want to help your own interests:along, take one ef these old. cans with you when you de- liver milk to carry back the sour whey or sour milk in. M lk cans that aro used for swill are always suspicious. and it is get- ting so that in order to be successful along the dairy lines we must keep every- thing above suspicion. It is as rauch the business of a wide- awake farmer to find out what new speci- alties his land and location are adoptesi. for as it is to increase the crop of what he has been growing. Very often there is more of profit in the former method. The farmer who discovers that he can produce a new crop with profit benefits not only himself but all the farmers in the neighborhood. What is call d over- production means simply not enough variety in production. To the extent tha$. new specialties are esrowu and sold itt any community, both the producer and the consumer are alike benefited. In bulletin 101 of the North Carolina station the loss oceasionee by pulling corn foild r and leaving the stalks to rot in the field is treated at considerable length. The simplest way, it say, to get the most food out of the corn plant is to cut close to the ground. As far back as March, 1898, the Maryland. station pub- lishecl a. bulletin on the same subject, in which it says that "an. ordinary corn crop produces more dry matter and more digestible matter from an acre than a good rop of clover or timothy hay, the digestible matter in the fodcl r alone be- ing found to be equal to the digestible matter ha two tons of ether clover or timothy hay. The corn. fodder from one acre is worth more for feeding purposes, when properly prepared, than the corn ears from one sere. A. farmer writes : "Renmerly. I salted my pork in a bu!ging barrel (as I think most fanners now do) and I found that when the meet got b low the bulge of the barrel it would float in the brine and be- come what we call rusty, which made ixi very objectionable. I had a cask made straight staved, big at tee bottom and small at the top, and since then I have not b on troubled with rusty pork. It was made twenty-two years ago, and, save wanting a little hooping, is good yet If pork is cut in strips and packed edgeways and tight, as pokers do itt such a cask, it will never float until the lase ring is broken, and sometimes not until last pieces are teed." We think this puts too much emphasis on tb.e shape of the barrel. The reaeon why pork does not keep is bemuse air gets to the pork and thus intreduzes injurious bacteria. Whenever this is the case, taking out the pork, thoroughly scraping it and then replacing, the pork in the brie after the brine has been boiled linen no more scum arises, will make it as good as ever. Old brine that has been boded an.d has hasi only pork in it is as good as new brine. Some farmers think it better. But if the brine has had beef ta. mutton in it no amount of boiling will make it fit for pork, nor can a beef barrel Le fitted to properly keep pork. This is a rule that eoes not work both ways. An old pork barrel will keep beef perfectly, bat it must never be used for pork afterward. mosr succEssFoL Amor FOR MAN OR BEAST. Certain inmitaaderfoectotsoragribedintg:er blisters. KENDALL'S SPAVIN CURE • Innerond, L. r., N.Y., Xan. 15, 1891. Dr. B. X. Itaaeiti CO. bOtitOP pi, epiendid bay harm estee tinie ago With it Searle. I got hen for $$O 156a4 Rendalrs Stia*Th °WO. the .:Spo.vin is one OtOlt OM' I have been Offered $150 for the. Same horse. X milk had hint nine Weitkg,.44 I got WM tor Wag lia*rorth dyf olgurenadttingy_li!e,W Spinvin Car_e: . S. Maestah. KENDALL'S SPAVIN • CURE Saitiew Mott,. Doh .9088*. Dr. D. 1. ZONDITA CO, ASrs—I nitre used your ondalrei Sporty auk *to go011 encoerAFt for 4Cini.b/i on tam -bow mid it is the teat atimeeet 1 mete Olebt 000.41. ',Num truly, AVOI:Orr Faaintalea. Prier 0. per Iluttlo. for gale by'allDengglats, or address Zr. P. J. AxLcohtle4317, rahateu eon V.