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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1896-4-16, Page 6LIFTED BY LOVE; Or, float the Wham Waif Became r1 Princess. PV BLISiiED ET SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT. it was the pride of oonsoiousstrength, not the vanity of weak mind, that im- pelled him to say this, and it evoked a corresponding feeling of exultaut ad- miration in my breast that banished all foolish thoughts and compunctions. 1 slipped my hand under his arm and pressed it. I was proud, too, not of the work, but of the roan whose geniushad produced it "It should be his finest work," I said to myself as the awful reflection flashed upon me that it was likely to be his last and that itwould cost him his life. We went to Kew on Sunday afternoon and lingered under the beautiful trees in the gardens until the keeper cried, 'nail out l" We were both more silent than usual, for we were both thinking about the group—he with some anxiety, probably, about the delicate operation of the morrow, T for the result of its successful achievement. But my anxi- ety was mingled with a supreme happi- ness, a fitting souse of my privilege in being the friend and companion of such a noble man. On Monday morning I rose early, and goingout to the atelier I saw Taros stand- ing in the doorway, his chin sunk upon his breast and his eyes fixed on some- thing within. . At the sound of my step he raised his head and turned, looking down at me with deep dejection in his face and with such vacancy in his regard that I could scarcely believe he saw me. "Tares!" I exclaimed, halting at the foot of the steps in wonder and fear, Without a word he beckoned me to come up, and as I reached his side on the landing he raised his hand and pointed within. With a choking cry of dismay I per- ceived that his work the beautiful group on which he had spent months of patient labor and strenuous though—lay a shapeless wreck upon the floor. The irons that supported the subject stood there, a grotesque skeleton of the living figurer, but the modeled clay was heap- ed upon the floor in a shapeless mass, the original design beaten out of reco;- WForla moment thought that, finding it fallen and his work spoiled, he himself had trampled upon it in a fit of frenzied exasperation. "Was it too damp?" I asked, knowing the care he took to wring out the wet- ted cloths that enveloped the group at night-time. He shook his head. "Then who bas done this?" I asked. "The czar," he replied. "His arm is long." "But not so long as yours," said 1, fired with a spirit of revengeful wrath. "You will not give in because of this. You will fight him to the end. What you have done before you can do again. You can build up the figures ones more and make them as beautiful as they were. It is only a clatter of time." "My brave Aural" said he, laying his hand affectionately on my shoulder, "you give me the courage I lack. Yes, that is the way to face a disaster like this. Take up the sword and fight on. That . alone makes defeat honorable. What does it matter—the delay of a few months? We shouldn't be content to do nothing. They've left me the bones at any rate," he added, with a laugh and a nod at the rusted iron, "and we shall soon see the flesh grow again on them, Let us go down now. After 1 breakfast we will begin again. It's good to have a brave friend at such a time as this. Come, Aura." But for all my bravery I could eat no breakfast, and when Taros spoke of our visit to Kew I burst into a fiood of un- controllable tears with a recollection of the confident hope and pride which had filled us with suck happiness and con- tent. When Gordon and the workmen came, I let them go up to the workshop with- out a word, but I determined to spare Taras the pain of telling the story again, and so when Kavanagh came I stopped him in the passage, and, taking him into the sitting room, myself related what • had happened. He listened with aston- ishment, and seemed greatly shocked. "Good heavens!" he exclaimed, "what a terrible blow for poor Taros! Gordon told me that they were to begin casting the group to -day. 1 came to congratu- late my friend on having finished his work. Poor fellow! What is he going to do?" "Make another group," I answered fiercely, "and if that's destroyed another after that. You don't think he's going to give up, do you?" He paused in reflective silence for a minute, closed the door as silently as he had opened it, and returning to my side continued: "No," he said quietly, "that wasn't however, exactly what I meant. Can you tell me whether he has taken any steps to discover the person who com- mitted the outrage?" "He hasn't taken any steps. He knows who did it. It was the czar. He says so. There's no getting at him." "But we ought ,to get at the men em- ployed by him, for what is to prevent them doing this again when the next model is finished if they are allowed to escape now?" "Well, how are they to be caught?" "That is what we who are the friends of Teras ought to try and And out. Taros is too intent on striking at the czar to occupy himself with the agents, but we have not that excuse for indif- ference, and we might at least attempt to find them. That at any rate is lay feeling, and I think it is yours too." "Of course it is. I cau d sleep at night for fearing what they may do." "'Then let us make a praotical begin• ning now. We need not bother Taros about it. Let us try to find the enemy out just as if he were an ordinary thief who had broken into the house, Do you agree to that?" W ny, certainly." Tell me now," said he, drawing his chair a little nearer and lowering his voice, "when did this take place?" `•I don't know. We found it all smashed down when we went up in the workshop before breakfast this morning, It was all right when we were there on Saturday night, 'You: did not go in there yesterday?' naturaay night and this morning. Now," dropping his voice almost to a whisper, "what time does Mere Lucas go to bed?" 'filo question startled me, but I ahs wered that she was never up later than nine, "Tares sleeps at the top of the house, doesn't he?" ..Yes„ "And Mere Lucas ou the same floor as your room—the first .floor?" "Yes." "Tell me, does she ever go down stairs after' you go to your room?" "Not that I knew of." --Do you ever hear any peculiar noise iu'the night!" "Di O. 1 replied, .with an uncomfor t• able creeping of the flesh. Kavanagh reflected for a minute or two, stroking the short, black beard that covered his handsome face, hie. sleepy eyes so closed that cane es .. skits of light were reflected ended long curved lashes, and then again bend ing forward he murmured in a . tone perfectly inaudible beyond ourselves: "Were yon at, home all day yesterday?" "No; we went to Kew in the after- noon fternoon and came Bothe latish, "Ah!r in the care left the Ouse Ahyou e t h of Mere ucas?" "Yes." "Was she at home when you returned?" "No; she came in about ten minutes later." He nodded as if he had expected this. "Did she say where she had been?" he asked, , "She went to see a friend in Soho, I think she said," 11 "Have you ever seen a friend ca upon her here?" He shook his head. smiling again, as if had e1-pected my reply. "Of course," he said, "you found no locks broken or anything of that kind?" „No." "Well, that is all I have to ask you for the present, I think. But I need not tell you how important it is that no one should know of this conversation, least of all Mere Lucas." "Why, you don't suspect she did it, do you?" I whispered. "No," he replied, drawing the word out doubtfully' "but I feel tolerably certain On one point, There is very little doubt that if you had gone into the studio before Mere Lucas returned you world have found the mischief I done, 'Whether she is more closelyI concerned in this abominable affair I shall be able to tell you when I have found out more about that mysterious friend in Soho. And I think I shall be able to tell you something about him before long. Now, my dear mademoi- selle," he added, rising, "let ane warn you again not to let Mere Lucas imagine • you suspect her. Try to be just the same as usual with her, only keep your j eyes open and your ears also, especially at night!" With this mysterious injunction he left me. "Is it possible that Mere Lucas is the enetny?" .1 asked myself as I sat alone, shivering with nervous apprehension. •'Thenit must have happened between. CHAPTER XVII. IlISOIVINGS. I was still weighing Kavanagh's mys- terious questions and dark insinuations, unable to draw any definite conclusions from the conflicting doubts that agitated my mind, when the door opened and Mere Lucas carne in. her big Month piiokered up with pain and tears run- ning down her cheeks. "What a disaster! What a terrible calauiaty, my poor, dear friend!" she exclaimed, dropping on a chair as if overcome with grief. And then rocking. herself backward and forward she whimpered out her grief in a long chain of incoherent phrases broken by sobs behind the blue apron which she held to her eyes. It seemed to meas I watched her im- possible that such grief could be shunts, - ted; that any one could summon such. a flow of tears from an unfeeling heart. But then I reflected the person' chosen by . the Czar's agentto execute so dangerous a mission must of necessity be extremely subtle and deceptive. "The beautiful figures all torn down —the whole.work ruined!" she went on. "The work it has taken so long to make, the pride and joy of my dear master! I would rather the monsters had beaten me down and crushed the life out of me!" I asked myself if Mere Lucas was not overdoing it now. " And to say," she added, getting the better of her tears and dropping her apron—" to say that I am the cause of it all!" "Does he say so? " I asked quickly. "Ahl I would he had. Look you, my poor dear friend, it is easier to bear blame, when one deserves it, than for- giveness and words of kindness." She burst into tears again as she repeated the words with which Taros had tried to comfort her. My judgment wavered—it was difn cult to doubt the sincerity of her emo- tion. "It is my fault; I say it, I!" she cried, striking her breast, adding, with dramatic emphasis, • ` and it is true 1 What right had 1 to leave the house when my master was away ? What am I here for but to protect the house and my master's interests 2 If it had hap- pened while I was at home, it would have been a great misfortune, but at least I should not have been culpable; no one could have said I suffered the mischief to be done." "Does any one say so now 2 " I asked. " Why, it is evident, my poor friend. Any good-for-nothing watching his op- portunity might have opened the front door with a bent nail and walked in. And, animal that I am. I did not even look round the place when I came in to see that all was safe as Ileft it." Kavanagh's suggestive questions re- turned forcibly to my mind, andlfound it was quite conceivable that a crafty- person raftyperson should accuse herself of a pardon- able fault to screen herself from the suspicion of an act of baseness. "And to think that this is my fault and that I owe everything in the world to that dear master, One would say. that I did it expressly to show that there was no more gratitude in the world," and the tears starting from, her eyes again she rose and went out of the room, whimpering: "Heavens! I de- serve to beturned out of doors, and then what would become of me ? " I started, thinking that I had a key to the mystery in that phrase. Had not the dread of being cast adrift induced Mere Lucas to connive at the destruc- tion of the group ? If she had been warned of the fatal consequences to Taros, which the production of this work must entail, would she not, for his sake as well as her own. agree to this simple measure for averting such a ter- rible result? Gaugingdisposition by my own, I her believed she would, and my heart readily forgave her offence. But though affection for the old woman inclined me to accept this explanation I resolved to watch her closely till I had seen Kavanagh and heard the result; of his inquiry respecting the friend in Soho. • . I followed her when she went out shoppiug. 1 slept with my door open, and waking at a fancied sound crept out in the darkness to listen on the stairs. 1 discovered nothing tending in the slightest degree to confirm the sus- pioion of her complicity in the outrage; on the contrary; her continued deject- ion, which the cheerful remonstrance of Titres failed to remove, seemed to con firm the sincerity of lior sorrow and humiliation, ,apparently Kavanagh found greater ib _tculty than he anticipated in his in. 'iestigations, for a week elapsed before >: saw hien again. When he went up with Taros into the workshop to see the new group, which was already taking form. I followed with the hope of -finding an opportunity of hearing the communica- tion which I thought he might have to make to me. "I shall finish it now," said Tarns confidently, '' by the time Gordon's kiln is ready to be fired." If nothing happens to you or it in the meantime," said Kavanagh som- berly. ".lt isn't likely the rascals will try that game ore again. If they do, ' so much the worse for theta. They will have to settle accounts with poor old Mere Lucas," "And supposing, nevertheless," said. Kavanagh, with a glance at me as ho turned to Taros, "that this group shared the fate of the last, what then ? ' " What then ? Why, 1 would kegin another. with a revolver by uiy side, and never leave it till I gave it to the world to protect." Kavanagh nodded bravely, but made no other comment. For some miuutep he stood silently watching Taros as be built up a fold in the drapery with pel- lets of moist clay; then, recovering from his fit of abstraction, he looked at his watch and pleaded an engagement. Tarns laid aside his clay, and despite his friends remonstrances led the way down the steps to see him to the door, In that moment Kavanagh, turning to me, murmured: "I have something to tell you when T get the chance. But, for heaven's sake, don't lose sight of Mere Lucas!" Then. he added some commonplace in a louder tone and ran down the steps. At dinner time Taras said to me: "I ain going to smoke a pipe with Gordon presently. Will you walk as far as the Adelphi with me?" Nothing would have pleased me more, but with Kavivagh's warning still ring- ing in my ears I dared not accept the offer. How long shall you stay with him?" I asked, thinking that if the time were not too long Mere Lucas might be left "A couple of hours or so, too long for you to wait. And I can't very well ask you to go up into his rooms." "I know that." I had almost ceased to be exacting and no longer begrudged Tarns the Iiberty which a man always wishes to feel. "Thank you, very much, but I think I would rather stay at home to night." It was 8 o'clock when Taros started. At 9 Mere Lucas carne in to bid me a lugubrious adieu, and then 1 began to listen to the footsteps in the street, though I had no reason to expect Taras in for at least another hour. At 10 o'clock I went out as noiselessly as I could an«i looked up at Mere Lucas' win- dow. There was no light in the room, but as I reached the door of the work- shop the window sash was thrown open, and her head in its white nightcap ap- peared. She had heard me unbolt the backdoor. "Who is there?" she cried in a tone of alarm. 1 told her it was I, who had coin out to see if the lock which had been pat on the workshop door was secure. "My poor little friend," said she, "do you thick I could lie down' if I had not made sure of that? Is it that my good little master has not returned yet?" I told her that I expected him in every minute, and with a mutual "good night" she closed the window, and I entered the house. I had left a light in the kitchen. Looking xound I saw that everything was in its place and the bright latchkey of the front door, which Mere Lucas used when she went out in the daytime, hanging over the dresser. ': Surely," I said to myself, reassured by these signs, "Kavanagh has been deceived. There is no necessity to watch Mere Lucas to-nigkt." • I returned to the front room to listen again for Taros' footstep. At rare intervals nip ear caught an approaching sound, and my heart rose with hopeful anticipation, only to sink lower than ever when the step became sufficiently audible for me to distinguish that it was not my friend's. As theminutes dragged on my anxiety increased. It occurred to me that Kavanagh's hint referred to some personal attack which he had reason to believe would be made upon Taros in the house that night, an attack which Mere Lucas was to facilitate by admitting her accomplices when he slept. It might have •been agreed that in the event of his going out the attack should be postponed, in view of the un- certainty with regard to the hour of 'his return. That would account for Mere Lucas' present inactive attitude. After waiting a little while another supposition suggested itself. What if the scene of attack had simply been shifted by Taros going out? I had heard rumors of persons being • robbed on the embankment and thrown into the river. Taros had an infatuation for the .epi- bankment, which !night be known to his watchful enemies. They might waylay him at some point between Westminster bridge and Lambeth, and "silence" him in that expeditions way. At that moment Big Ben chi/fled the three quarters'past 10. I strained my ears to catch some other so -and, but none breaking the intense silence I' re- solved to end my intolerable suspense by going out to find Teras. I slipped off my shoes and ran silently up stairs. From my room I took a sinall hat and a dark blue ulster, shut the door, and having assured myself by the sound of Mere Lucas' peaceful breathing that there was certainly no danger in leaving her I,; descended to the living room and in a couple of minutes completed my preparation. Not a soul was in sight when I looked out. With K the key l had taken from the kitchen I closed the door carefully and then sped off on my strange mission. 'etio, i.1ber•G elltbanlaLu:ut was d,t4..n•re.i but for a poor wretch asleep ender the wall of the hospital. It struck 11 as I crossed Westminster bridge. Keeping• the north side I hastened along the Victoria embankment, eagerly scanning ever)* figure that came within my range of vision, turned up Villiers street and thence to the Adelphi terrace. A brougham stood before an open door. (TO 13V -CONTINUED.) NUT ALLOWEID TO EAT ii'1Slf. Tea Plotters on a Restricted Diet to Pro- t et UzelDelieate Flavor. The Chinese tea plant is a pretty evergreen ,froth. 8 to '7 feet in height, covered in the winter months with fragrant white or yellowish blossoms, resembling those of the orange or blackberry. The first crop of tender unexpanded leaf buds is gathered in May or June, and is the finest quality, being reserved for the use of the man- darins and other individuals of au- thority, and selling at $3 a pound. They are gathered by- hand with the greatest care, and often with a rough � *lli.lo the pickers are for- bidden levo n f Boit „ bidden to partake of any fish or strong - smelling substance, for fear of affect ing the ulelicate flavor. Much depends. also upon the exact time of picking, as a delay of even twenty-four Hours may produce an inferior 'grade of tea. No less than live successive immersions can be made from these leaves, while the other crops supply but one or two. The second and principal harvest is in early summer, the tea selling at $1.50 a pound, and'the third and last crop is gathered in the autumn. • This. is what is usually exported; so that, unless dealing with well-known tea houses, we seldom obtain the choicest brands. Green tea is made by roasting the leaves over hot fires immediately after picking, but those intended for black tea are allowed to wilt and ferment for several days in the open air till they than red, when they are "fired" over furnaces of burning charcoal, The Hysons are most generally used of the green teas; and, like other brands of their class, are often stained by the Chinese with various mineral dyes, such as indigo and gypsum. All but the best teas are also subject to adulteration from the mixture of other kinds of leaves or of exhausted tea leaves recolored with black lead or log - wood. The greatest tea. drinkers are said to be the Australians, and after them the English, who consume four tinges as much tea as coffee, while the people of the United States drink eight times more coffee than tea.—Providence Journal. St. Bernard Dog's Reputation. Another illusion seems likely to vanish and the faithful hound of the St. Bernard is • at present on his trial before the world. He cannot, unfor- tunately, be himself the plaintiff in a libel suit, so the sporting foreign press is at present ardently espousing his cause. Tho facts, says the Pall Mall Garet e,i are these. An Englishman some time ago wrote to an English sporting contemporary and told his one experience of the traveller and the faithful hound. He and a friend were nearing the top of a pass, when a St. Bernard, a professional St. Bernard, and one actu- ally en tournee at the very time, rushed upon them, knocked them over the edge of a small precipice, and, turning his attention to a knapsack which had been left behind in the struggle, opened it with some difficulty and devoured the tourists' breakfast. This is the statement for the prosecu- tion; it isa sad fall from a high ideal, but the defence has shown much in- genuity in meeting the charge. The plea is that they were either smugglers or the dog took them for such; that he had once been a douanier's dog, and served his country with more zeal than the Hospice. Contraband goods are confiscated by international law, and therefore the knapsack belonged to the St. Bernard by international law. This is quite a new reading of Longfellow's .poem. -N. Y. Herald. 7 GR CU LTU E SIMPLE ROOT CUTTER. A Device Which Has Been Used in Scot- land for Many Years. The root nutter portrayed below was in ase in Scotland 80 years ago and the past summer I made a trip of two months and found this same root cutter still In use even whore they were gutting up roots for 75 head of winter feeders (steers). Turnips are what they use there. ohiefly in the way of roots, but the cli- mate there is very favorable to their growth and I saw fields of 80 acres that certainty looked immense. A hard wood plank 83 feet long and 12 inches wide has a square out out about the center and tip 1111ftillik poor CUTTING MADE SASS. two pieces of wood (a and b) are fitted with knives, whatever size desired for the roots intended to be out, and bolted on the health. Four legs for it to stand on having been inserted, a piece of hard wood (a) is out to come down on the edge of the knives and this is fastened to a board or handle (a) attached to the stool part by binge, A short fork is used to watch a root and place it in the hopper. But one motion anti one stroke are_ re- quired for eaoit root cut, . It can be done very quickly. The knives oan be put in to cut slices of any tbiokness as at d.— W, C. Gibson, Farm Superintendent Na- tional Home, Wisconsin, in Farm and Home. CLEANING THE PLOW. A Folding Bicycle for Army Work. A new form of the folding bicycle has been designed by an army officer with a view of making the military cyclist a combatant. The ordinary bicycle does not lend itself to this pur- pose, because it can not readily be car- ried. by the man. The idea of the new invention is a bicycle which the rider can carry when it can not or should not carry him. The machine is of the ordinary low pneumatic type, with a chain gear, but it folds on itself, so as to bring both wheels together. Mounted on such a wheel, the soldier can approach the enemy, dismount and within a minute have the machine on his back, with his arms free to shoot, to scale or any other duty. It weighs about 80 pounds. In view of the high opinion of the possibilities of the bicycle in war which has been ex- pressed by the leading military au- thorities in this country, together with the active steps that have been taken towards the formation of military wheel corps, the new bicycle specially commends itself to army experts, as well as to cyclists > in general. It has been tried in the French army, and is said to have astonished the .command- ers with its potential value in war for surprising the enemy by unexpected attacks. Another Thing, Mrs, Hugiy—Twelve dollars a dozen Is high price for portraits, isn't. it? Photographer --Do you want them to gook like you? Mrs, Eugly—Certainly. Photographer—Oh, hi that case the mice will be only $2 a dozen, How to Remove Inst in Three or Four Applications. Buy from a drugstore four aunties' of sulphuric acid and peer it carefully into a pint of water. Do not spill a drop of it on the flesh or clothing, as it will burn like fire. Cork the bottle tightly. When ready to use, pour a little on the rusty. surface, and let it soak in; when dry give another 'no.it, If the plow is very rusty. throe or four applications may be re- quired. Scour off with fine sand and wa- ter. Rub dry with cloth. Rub over the stool a mixture of prude petroleum and lard, equal parts. Sot the plow upon board floor in barn, free from rain or snow. A plow thus treated will scour bright after a round or two, and, with a good team, the furrow will turn over without a break. When the plow is being cleaned is a proper time to examine the nuts and bolts to see that they are all mowed up, and that the threads of bolts aro nob so much worn as to work loose. It Is of advautnge to have a few plain and cutter points and a dozen bolts, such as. bolts for points, landscape and mold boards.—Massachusetts Ploughman. A Youthful MoSinieytte. A teacher the other day asked, a little, 'allow: ' "How many mills make a cent?" And his reply was: "My pa says there isn't nary a mill naking a cent. Iiow to Economize. "The best way to economize in a household is to learn how to make care- ful use of the bast materials," said Mrs. Rorer In one of her recant demonstra- tion emonstration lootures. "It is never economical to buy inferior food, But do not make the mistake of supposing that the most ex- pensive is always the best. I have already explained that fillet, which costs Si a pound, is neither so well flavored nor so nutritious ns other parts; it is, as I have said, undeveloped neat. I have told you that a out from the nook contains most nourishment for beef tea. I will now show you how to take a very cheap por- tion, which is almost unknown in pri- vate families, and convert it into what will really taste better, and will look very like a fillet costing four times as much." "What is the out, madam?" questioned a man. "It is a skirt steak, whioh is also some- times galled a flank steak. "It is of rather coarse fiber, and quite free from fat, so I am going to lard It. But first 1t must be spread with finely - chopped parsley, celery, or something of that description. Then roll it and secure by a few stitches." The cook's nimble fingers swiftly stripped up slices from a flitch of bacon Into strings, threaded them to a larding need e, and then wove them easily in and out, cutting off,the ends sn eighth of an snoh from the surface. As she did this she chatted about what should and what should not be done. "Never salt moat until it is half cooked unless you are willing to toughen it and extract the juices. When I put this roll to braise in the pan with p bed of vegetables and half a pint of stook poured over it, I shall put half a teaspoonful of salt at one side of the pan and the pepper upon the meat. When half-ouoked I will baste with the stook and then the salt will season it." Frioandeau of veal came next. The -piece of veal for the frioandeau was a slice from the leg known as the "cushion piece." Mrs Rorer did needlework, all over it with threads of bacon. She said if house- wives could only be brought to know how larding improves many meats, and Is ab- solutely the salvation of a tough fowl, they would learn to take those important stitches. Overfeeding is Dangerous. Overfeeding of fattening hogs is a fruit- ful source of disease and waste. Many think it makes no difference if hogs do leave a lot pf feed at one meal, that they will return and eat it up when hungry, so that there is nothing wasted. If' hogs are overfed it knocks them off their reg- ular feed for a tinge, and this isalways a Loss; besides, it renders the inception of disease much easier, especially . the "thumps" and apoplexy. It is best to fend regularly, at stated times, and when fattening, all that they will eat up clean, They will keep better and thrive better than is possible by keeping feed before them all the time. It is what the ani- mals digest and assimilate and not what amount they eat that determines the gam in proportion to the amount of food eaten.—Colman's Rural World. TRAININGGRAPEVINES. NES. G The Anifiln System Adopted in the United. States --Believed to be the Most Economia,. cal and Successful. When grape growing was commenced in the United States there was no estab- lished method of training the vine. The few grapevines that had been grown for family use wore trained tok the sides of buildings, or over arbors. For field oul- ture, the need of a different system was imperative. Some vineyardlsts tried the European plan of short pruning, and training to a single stalk, but the differ- ence in the habit of the native and for- elgn species made this method impracti- cable. Many devices were invented and various methods experimented with, but after the careful study of the require- ments of the native American grape- vines, the Kniflin system was adopted over the greater part of the United States. ' This system was originated and prao- tised by one of the pioneers of grape growing in the ' Hudson River valley. William Ifnifiln of Clinbondale, N. Y., after much consideration adopted the sys- tem of training the vine to two wires suspended and stretched, the one abo u t three and a half, the other about six feet from the ground. A single main stalk is grown from the ground to the upper wire. All buds or branches are broken trona this exoept four, the growth from which is trained to grow along the wires. Usually two are left just below each wire, and as each shoot grows it is loosely fastened to the wire, one in each direction from the main stalk, forming four arms, as seen in }lig. 1. The next year each of these arms is to be out back to from four to eight buds, according to Celery nil,is the Latest, German distillers of essential oils have experimented with this during ,the past season, producing a few pounds. It is distilled from the green.' leaves, possesses the powerful aromatic odor and taste of the plant, and niay arouse considerable interest among Manufacturers of ooncen traded soups and reserved meats and veg- etables. It requires 1,000 pounds of green leaves to make one pound of oil. Parsley oil is also distilled from the green leaves of the plant, but as yet has no market. THE IrNn ?FIN SYSTEM, SECOND OE THIRD YEAR. the vigor of the vine. These shortened nrnts are to be firmly tied to the wire, and the shoots springing from ' each bud. encouraged to hang down with their clusters of growing grapes, as shown in Frig. 2. This system of training the vine is believed to be the most eoonomioal and one of the most successful known, and Is almost exclusively used in the Hudson \livor vnliey. Modifications ofthe Keiffin system.— One ofthese is the "trunk system," where two stalks aro grown from root, and two arma trained from the one to'the lower, and from the other to the upper wire. The umbrella training, where the trunk is tied to each wire, and two arms with nine to fifteen buds each aro left at the' upper wire and none suffered to grow at ilia lower one; these long arms are, near their base, fastened to the upper wire and thenbent down and the top fastened to the lower wire. This method finds considerable favor. The overhead or arbor Kni'flin 1s another popular modifi- cation of this system. The overhead arbor is formed by splicing oross-bars three foot In length nt right angles to the row, to posts set in the row of vines, about six feet from the ground. Three wires are stretched the length of the row, and fast- ened equidistant on these cross -bars. Tit. Tits n.o.ro.A stsrlili, THIRD Olt 1'OURTS YEAR. vine is trained without branches to the center wire, and six arms aro trained, one in each direction on each wire. This method allows working both ways with a horse, and the fruit hangs below the foliage, and when ripening, becomes more profeatlycovered with bloom, it is claiined, than when grown by any other system of training. The oross-wire sys- tem has small posts set,by each vine; a single wire runs from post to post In each direction, 634 feet from the ground. The trunk of the vine is tied to the post, and four arms are trained, one along each wire, Lighter posts are required by this system than by any other, but the posts at the ends of the rows have to be braced or anchored. It admits working each way with a horse. This system le of recent introduction, and possesses con- siderable merit.—American Agricultur- ist. The Mamie Murphy Potato, One of the most popular potatoes of reoent introduction is the Maggie Mur, phy,and it has been accepted as first -glass by many of the largest growers. It is of the shapeliest form, and even in drought seasons its perfect shape is retained. It is claimed to be the greatest yielder ever in- troduced. It bears its tubers very close to the plant, of the largest size, averaging in weight a: pound each. It is a perfect keeper.Both skin' and flesh are of extreme whiteness. The foliage is heavy and of a dark green color;' vines strong dna vigor- ous. The tubers set while the vines` are quite small, but do not ripen until late. This gives all the advantages of continu- ous growth for the entire season. -Den- ver Field and Farm.. Modern Methods on the Farm . Skill In the trades is always wellP aid for, and the swine is true of farming. There are too many unskilled farmers— men who refuse to change their methods and are behind the age. Farmers can learn more about farming, as there is al- ways something new coming; to light. The average per acre of the cereal Drops in this country is ridiculously small which indicates that farmers, as a clam, M are far behind in the science of agricul- ture. Many of them refuse to accept the truth until it is forged upon them b their more advanced neighbors. The first duty of fanners is to know the breeds of stook. -Troy .(N, Y.) Times,