HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1896-7-2, Page 2LIFTED BY LOVE •
Or, How the Wharf Waif
Became a Princess.
PITELISITED BY SPECIAL ARSANOEMENT.
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"lie shall not even suspect it, and for
that reason you. must avoid seeing
Tares."
"Yes," I said, after a struggle, "I will
promise that"
"I have a friend in Berlin—an artist
—whose skill in disguising the face and.
gure has saved more than one of us
from the police. You shall have a letter
to him, and he will help you to conceal
ur • lentity. We shall have to go into
. to -morrow."
He was silent for a moment, then
drawing a deep breath and smiling for
the first time he added:
"I think we may hope now."
“Hope I" exclaimed Gordon, "why, I
have been choking with it this last
quarter of an hour I If I had only a pipe
of tobacco now" ---
"I thought you were a smoker," said
Ivan Dontrernernber, drawing a bag of
tobacco from his pocket and putting it
in Gordon's hand.
"God bless yon, old fellow! You for-
get nothing."
CHAPTER XXXV1IL
I RETURN TO LONDON.
After raising innumerable objections
and creating delays with the view
to exciting higher terms, Schemyl at
length accepted Ivan Dontremember's
offer, but the agreement being made
he lost no time in preparing for ray
flight.
He had a daughter who had. been for
some time ill with a skin complaint
common to the Russian peasantry, and
it was arranged that he should take me
to St. Petersburg under the pretense
that I was this daughter going there for
medical treatment, and so, early one
morning, in a peasant's dress the lower
part of my face caked with paste, stain-
ed fit part with saffron and cochineal, I
took my place in Scherayrs sledge and
bade "Goodby" to Gordon and Ivan
Dontremeznber. Schemyl tucked me in
the wraps suitable to an invalid, and
having given another touch to the paste
on my face declared gleefully that I
could not look better if I were dying of
the pest.
"If that don't satisfy the police. I
don't know what will," said he, looking
back at me as he took his seat, with
great satisfaction. "One glance at that
face will be enough for them. They
'won't dare to open her papers for fear
of infection."
"You have your daughter's paper, of
course," said Ivan.
• Schemyl winked, nodded and patted
his breast.
"And you yours?" Ivan added, ad-
dressing me. These papers were Gor-
don's order for 800 pounds, a letter from
Schemyl to his correspondent in Lon-
don, and a note from Ivan to his friend
in Berlin, all carefully imbedded in a
box of ointment which, I carried in my
hand. I nodded assent
"Then God speed your he exclaimed.
"Farewell, dear little woman," cried
Gordon.'
"Farewell," I answered as stoutly as
I could, and the next minute I lost sight
of them.
'Schemyl successfully overcame all the
difficulties that beset us and left me at
the first station in Germany, whence I
proceeded to Berlin without further
question. At Berlin I found Ivan Dont-
remember's friend, Carl Hoffman, and
delivered the letter addressed to him.
He introduced me to his wife, a bright,
intelligent woman, and. they held. a long
consultation on the subject.
• 'The great thing," said he, going to
the window, "is itD choose a disguise
that is the least likely to attract notice.
Come here, mademoiselle, and tell me
what people passing along t r the way
seem to you most remarkable—most un -
English."
I pointed out six or eight of the per.
;sons. Presently he said:
"You have not noticed the thin, tall
0 old lady waiting at the corner for a,
tram. She is walkug this way now.
DD you see neople like that in a Lon-
don street?"
• "Yes, many," I repled.
"Now see if you can walk across the
'room with her gait,"
I imitated the walk and poeture of a
woman bent with age as well as 'could.
"Famous!" exclaimed Mrs. Hoffman.
; "Yes, I think that will do," said her
husband.
* They hunted up a dress of dingy black,
.an old bonnet and mantle trimmed with
dull jet and a pair of shabby gloves. Mr.
Hoffman would have cut may hair and
given me a wig, but his wife would not
suffer this; so they gathered it close on
the top of my head and concealed it
with a false front and a knot of grey
hair behind. My face was carefully
painted and my teeth stained. My new
friends laughed heartily as they made
these alterations in my appearance, and
still more heartily when, a spotted veil
completing the make up, I walked
across the room, my hands folded, and
carrying a rusty leather reticule, with
the step of an elderly person, to look at
myself: in the glass. For a moment or
two stood gaping before the mirror in
amazement, for it is no exaggeration to
say I did not know myself. I looked like
a woman of advanced age who "has seen
'trouble," and this general effect was
heightened by the appearance of faded
gentility in my dress.
Time disguised, I arrived in London
on the •.uorning of Fob. 6—three months
within la few days from the date of my
captria.„
"Kele mum?" asked a porter, touch-
ing his cap as I stepped out of the train,
noCtl al I assent.
"Fc;r wheeler," he called, without
hesitation. No better compliment than
that could ba•ve been paid to -the friends
'who had disguised me.
"Where to, lady?" asked the cabman
when T was seated.
"Carter street, Houndsditch," said I
in the falsetto of old age.
At the corner of Carter street I dis-
charged the cab. A few doors clown I
saw on a shop facia the name I sought
—"M. Lazarus, furrier." I entered and
told. the shopinan I wished to see Mr.
Lazarus himself.
"What name?" he asked.
"Tell him I have come from Peter
Schemyl," I replied.
I wee shewn into a private office,
where a stout, dark eyed man with a
black beard received. me. He .eyed moe
curiously as I took from the inside of
my dress the purse which now contained
my precious Rapers. i was not the first
mysterious visitor perhaps svho had
brought hint a message from the heart
of Russia.
lie took the minute sheet of closely
folded thin paper, carefully opened it,
and having read the few lines it con -
tabled said:
"You are to give me an order for 2800,
madam." •
"Here it is," I replied, giving up the
last of the napers with a, feeling of re-
lief. -
"There may be some difficulty in
cashing this," he observed, raising his
eyebrows as he looked at the grease
stained order, "Have you any objection
to going with me to the bank?"
I agreed to this proposal, and he sent
fora cab, in which we went together to
Lombard street. „
“You had better come in with me."
said Mr. Lazarus. "An explanation is
sure to be wanted."
We entered the bank, and he present-
ed the strange order. The clerk exam-
ined it and then took it into the man-
ager's office. After an interval of five
or ten minutes he returned, and hand.
tug the paper back to Mr. Lazarus said:
"I am sorry to tell you that we can-
not cash this order, sir?
"Can I see the manager? The irregu-
larity can be explained."
"Ibis not a question of irregularity.
We have examined Mn Gordon's ac-
count and find that there are no assets.
Mr. Gordon drew the whole of his de-
posit the day he left—that is," the clerk
said, correcting himself as if he had said
more than lie should have said, "on the
12th of November last year."
Mx. Lazarus turned to me and raised
his eyebrows in silent interrogation.
"He drew all his _money out the day
he went away!" I Asped.
"The 12th of November," theclerk
replied.
Mr. Lazarus handed me the order
with a bow of mock civility, shrugged
his shoulders as he nodded. to the clerk
and turned on his heel, evidently wish -
beg it to be understood that he washed
his hands of the affair and had nothing
more to do with me, I followed him to
the door thunderstruck, unable to reason
under this terrible blow.
"What am I to do?" I asked, over-
taking him, on the pavement as he was
about to step into the cab.
"Well, I advise you to be more care-
ful in the future. It's a lucky thing for
you that the manager did not think it
worth while to put the matter in the
baud s of the police."
In speechless dismay I watched the
cab drive off, feeling that with it all
hope was going beyond recall, and then,
bewildered and helpless, I yielded to the
stream of hurrying city men, and some-
how drifted into a quiet turning, where
it was possible for a poor creature to
collect her scattered wits.
Stupidly, in my d sparation, I looked
round as if I might find guidance at
hand.
There was not a soul in the court but
a man in a white blouse, painting some-
thing on a doorpost. My heart sickened
as I realized my folly. Then, apatheti.
cally, my eyes rested on the painter's
hand. He was writing a name on the
doorpost, I spelled out what he had
written, "E. Pelham, solicitor, second
A ray of hope flashed upon my dark-
ened mind. I had heard Texas speak of
getting a solicitor's advice upon some
question of business. Might not this
solicitor advise me? I had money to
pay him—the rest of the English notes
Gordon gave me. There could be no
harm in trying if I kept up my assumed
character and took proper precautions.
I went up to the second floor, and after
pausing for a minute outside the freshly
painted door on which I read the name
of the solicitor I entered the office with
every sense on the alert. I remember
that the newly varnished door creaked
as I pushed it open; that there was a
strong smell of paint; that everything
was painfully new. Even Mr. Pelham
himself seemed new, he was so attentive,
so anxious to get me into his inner office
as soon as be learned. that I wished to
have his advice upon an important ques-
tion. He was a thin, eager, little man,
with a clean shaven face and a pleasant,
birdlike expression in his sharp, twink-
ling eyes. He reminded me of a sparrow
with a large brood on the lookout for
the smallest crumbs.
"Do you know any one named Kava-
nagh?" I asked when we were seated
face to face at his writing table, with
the spotless blotting pad and the new
stationery case and writing materials
between us.
"Well, madam, I can't say that I do,"
he answered reluctantly.
"Any one named Gordon?"
"Gordon, Gordon, now," reflectively.
"No, madam. You see, madam, my
practice has up to now been in another
• part of the metropolis." *
"Perhaps you know Prince Bor-
gensky?"
"I have heard of him of course but I
have not the pleasure of knowing
him,"
"Can I rely upon your not repeating
a word of what I tell you to any living
creature?"
"Absolutely, madam. You must
understand that neee professional repu-
tation would be ruined if I betrayed,
even by want of care, anything confided
to me by a client."
After a few m.oments' reflection I said,
going without circumlocution straight
to my subject:
"George Gordon and I were kidnapped
last November," I began.
"Kidnapped; yes, madam," he said
in the most matter-of-fact voice, though
the fall in his countenance expressed
disappointment, and. his penetrating
glance betrayed a doubt as to whether
his new client was quite in her sound
senses.
"We were transported to St. Peters-
burg and thence to Siberia."
"Siberia," he said, making a note of
it as though he might possibly confuse
it with Cheapside.
"After traveling four weeks -we es-
caped. from the police and —
"Pardon me—may I ask why you
were in the hands of the police?"
"George Gordon was supposed to be
Prince ,Borgensky, the nihilist, whom
he resembles, and I was taken as his
accomplice. We were both being sent
to Siberia as exiles by administrative
order."
Mr. Pelham's face brightened up
again as if with the dawning hope that
I might be sane after all.
"We found a man who undertook to
get us out of Riissi t for about 3,000
rubles. George Gordon had only 1,200.
It was agreed. that I should be sent alone
to' London with an order on George
Gordon's bankers to pay 4300 to aanan
named. Lazarus in Houndsclitche On
receipt of the money Lazarus was to
tglegeaph to the man in Siberia, who
would then get George Gordon out of
Russia. You understand me?"
“Pereectly madam. The explanation
is most lucid; the case most interesting.
Pray, proceed."
"I arrived in London this morning
and presented the order to Mr. Lazarus.
We took it to the bank, but they de-
clined to pay the money."
"Has Mr. Lazarus returned the order
to you?"
"Yes; here it is."
He examined the paper with redoubled
interest."
"Messrs. Duncan & Duncan—why,
this house is just round the corner."
ayes,"
"What reasons do they give for refus-
ing moment?"
'They say they have no money of
George Gordon's.. '
"Is Mr. Gordon a man of capital?"
"He is very rich, I believe."
"Surely he would know when he
wrote this important order wlaether,he
had a balance there or not?"
"His life depended on it"
"If you have no objection, I will go
at once and see what the manager has
to say. I shall not keep you waiting
many minutes."
"You will not mention the names of
Kavanagh or Prince Borgensky."
"You can rely implicitely on ray
prudence, madam," he said, taking up
his hat.
After an absence of some minutes he
returned with a piece of paper in his
hand.
"The fact is clear, madam," said he.
"The whole of the deposit, 25,423 178.
was drawn out on the 12th, of last
November. Messrs, Duncan could not
make a mistake. On the other hand, it
seems incredible that Mr. Gordon, in a
case of such importance could overlook
the fact of drawing out so large a sum,
especially as the odd figures prove that
he was taking every available penny.
Then you say he had only 1,200 rubles
with him—a ruble, I believe, is worth
about 2 shillings or half a crown?"
"Yes."
"Do you know whether he spent much
money after leaving England?"
"He could not."
"And what day did you leave Eng-
land?"
"The day he drew the money," I
replied, misguided by the statement of
the clerk.
"Is it possible that he drew the money
knowing that he might need it?"
"He had no suspicion that be was to
be taken away."
"Now, madam," he pursued after a
few moments' reflection, "can you tell
rue if any one besides yourself knew of
Mr. Gordon's being taken away?"
"Yes, one person."
"Only one?"
"Only one."
"Can you tell me his name?"
After a little consideration, I ans
wert ; "His name i Kavanagh."
"An! Do you know in what relation
they stand to each other?"
"George Gordon was Kavanagh's
friend; Kavanagh was George Gordon's
enemy.. he it was who had us taken
away."
"Most interesting—a complete chain!
Did Kavanagh visit Mr. Gordon often?"
"Frequently before our arrest. He
was at George Gordon's chambers in
the afternoon of that day."
"I do not know whether your suspic-
ions take the same directions as mine;
but it looks to me as if Kavanagh had
got access to your friend's rooms after
the kidnapping and made use of his
checkbook. Has that occurred to you?"
"Not till now. But it was pointed
out that some strong motive was needed
to explain Kavanagh.'s action."
"A stronger still may yet be found.
It is not likely that all Mr. Gordon's
property was in the bank. Do you wish
me to make inquiries?"
"No. • It will be time enough tobring
him to account when George Gordon
returns."
"Then, hemi—may I ask you what
you wish me to dor
"I want you to tell me how I can get
money to bring /gni home."
Evidently the poor little man found it
difficult to conceal his disappointment
at this dull turn to an inspiriting case.
However, putting the best face he could
on the affair, he eaid:
"Do you know anything of Mn Gor-
don's private affairs—the name of his
solicitor, or any friend who can be ap-
pealed to for help?"
"No. I know of nobody who can be
appealed to."
"You yourself have not the means?"
"I have barely e0 pounds,"
He sighed, andafter reflection said:
"Well. madam, the only thing I can
think of is to see this Mr. Lazarus and
represent the case to him, of course
avoiding the names you have mentioned.
He may be disposed to advance the sum
required upon that order if we convince
him that Mr. Gordon is a man of honor.
With your permission I will call on him
this afternoon, and you shall know the
result to morrow morning."
After some discussion I agreed to this
proposal and left Mr. Pelham, who de-
clined to take any fee at the present
stage of th- case.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
THE MADNESS OF FEAR.
I couldn't help it. It was stronger
than I, as the French say—that yearn.
ing to be near Tares, to pass the house
in which he lived—the house with which
the dearest, the happiest associations of
my life were connected, and after resist-
ing the temptation as long as I could,
wandering about the city with the en-
deavor to distract my thoughts by look-
ing in the shops, I took a turning down
to the river, and at the first station step-
ped on board a Chelsea steamer.
"Is it likely," I asked myself, "that I
shall be seen by any one I know?"
Nevertheless it was the hope of seeing
Tams, if but afar off, that led me into
this imprudence, for, despite my dis-
guise, I knewthat I was doing wrong—
that I was jeopardizing the escape of
Gordon, the safety of Tares himself—by
exposing myself even to the remote
chance of discovery. Most of the people
on boat d looked like Lambeth folk. A
gentleman was waiting on the Temple
pier who, in the distance, looked like
Kavanagh.
I shivered with suppreesed excitement
as we drew nearer and nearer to the
spot in which my fondest hopes were
centred. My heart beat wildly as I
,• caught sight of the kilns beyond West-
minster, my head swam, and every ob-
ject, grew dim and indistinct before my
eyes as the boat crossed. toward. Lam beth
pier.
Prudence told me that here at least I
ought to go below or screen myself, for
every man cm the pier knew me well by
sight. But I was deaf to every voice,
blind. to every danger. I even raised
my veil that I might better scan the
faces ox the passengers upon the pier we
were nearing. Oh, if Tares might only
be among them I If he would come on
board, where I might feel his presence t
There were three or four familiar faces
close to me when we ran alongside, but
not his. I stood up and strained may
eyes as the late passengers, ran down the
footbridge. He was not among them,
and that vain hope was gone. But
there was still the chance of seeing him
at the window when the bridge was
passed and I could get an unobstructed
view of the house.
(To 1311 CONTINUED)
MEXICO'S RACE OF PIGMIES.
Known Only by Tradition. Their Locality
is aIll'stem-y. •
Somewhere hidden in the heart of
that land of marvels, Mexico, there is
witliout doubt a nation of pigmies.
Few they are, but fierce; short of
stature, but long of life. Science,
which in this latter day goes out into
highways and hedges and compels all
sorts of curiosities to come in, has not
been able yet to put its positive finger
on these people. But the Aztec tradi-
tions, old before the beginning. of his-
tory, have said that they existed.
There is echo of the story in the
early histories of that land full of
wonders. Prescott only told of a
small part of the strange things to be
found in Mexico.
It was in the belief that we had the
clue to almost the precise location of
these tiny folk that I started to
journey into the wilds of Mexico. So
definite was the information upon
which the expedition was based that I
thought we might go directly to the
home of the dwarfs.
I knew there were mountains to
climb and rivers to cross, hundreds of
hard miles to travel, untold hardships
to face, but to find the pigmy Aztecs
was a great enough accomplishment
to tempt any scientific man to make all
physical discomforts seem trivial.
I went, I invaded the remotest and
most uncivilized districts of the great
country to the south. Of men and
customs I have seen many, and.
studied them from the ^United States
border to the Isthmus. I have seen
strange peoples and gathered relics of
a bygone civilization, but the race of
pigmies we could not find.
I do not say that they do not exist,
but merely that I did, not find them.
They may st.11 be hidden somewhere
among those mountains, where some
day some lucky man will find them
and bring them to light.
At any rate, I have come back to the
haunts of every -day, modern people
and the duties of every day, wiser and
happier than when I started on my
mission. The story of 'those wander-
ings in Mexico will be a wonder story
to tell by and, by' and a rich memory
for old age.— Frederick Starr in San
Francisco Examiner.
A Druggist's Lesson in Poisons.
It seems scarcely wise for a man in
the state of Kentucky to declare that
whisky is poison.
But there is a reckless individual in
Nichola,sville, Ky., who has done it,
and done it in a bolsi, disagreeable sort
Of way, too.
This person's name, which is apt to
be an anathema in Kentucky hence-
forth, is James W. Gordon. He is in
the drug business in Nicholasville.
Just how long his neighbors and
fellow -townsmen will encourage him
in the pursuit of trade is very difficult
to say.
Mr. Gordon has gratuitously "rubbed
it in" to his compatriots on the some-,
what dangerous sem% of whisky. He
has fitted up in. the front of his drug
store what he calls a poison window,
and a bottle of the corn juice dear to
the Kentucky heart is there.
The window is a grewsome thing. It
is a whole course of lessons to the man
who wants to commit suicide. In the
middle, white and grinning, is a skull,
Clutched in its teeth is the deadly
cigarette, an ash clinging at its tip. At
the right of the skull is the bottle filled
with the good corn juice of the Ken-
tuckian's daddies. At its left is a
bottle of port wine. Scattered about
in the foreground are cards, dice and
poker chips.
The rest of the window is filled. with
small jars containing liquid poisons
and papers upon which are heaped
powders enough of various sorts to end
the troubles of a regiment, Every
article is labelled, from the cigarette to
the prussic acid, and. to prevent any
possible misunderstanding of his mean-
ing Mr. Gordon has fronted the whole
deadly collection with a startling sign
which reads: "Every article in this
window is poison."
What makes the druggist's venture
more inexplicable is that he is a voter -
in Kentucky and, carries no life insur-
ance. His pharmacy may be perfectly
correct, but his lack of policy is pitiful.
To Meet the Demands.
Some day' we are to go forth in our
spiritual responsibility, and to meet
the demands of our spiritual existence.
The soul, buried under the cares of life,
thrills when it hears such tidings as
that. It is ready—it is in any way
getting ready—for such reeurrection?
See how the whole evangelical experi-
ence starts with such an intelligence.
The soul brought face to face with its
destiny feels its titter unfitness for it.
Sin and stains are on its garments. It
must have some deliverer. It must
find its deliverer thee whither it is
going, in that spiritual world for
which it feels its unfitness, for which it
must be fit. It cries out for Christ.
Chrigt comes. and the mysterious work
of pardon and regeneration passes
between him and the soul.; and then
the soul, with a spiritual immortality
now set clearly before it goes to work
to struggle with itself, to conquer
down its yet remaining sin, to win
Christ perfectly, to be good, pure and
holy —Bishop Brooks.
In 188., according to the ."Lictionary
of Statistics," the United States manu-
factured 3,500,000 pounds of silk into
V
arious kin ds of fabrics
FEEDING WORK -HORSES.
Too Much Hay Takes A.way Strength—.
Feed Grain and oats.
A farmer writes to the American Onl-
tivator, deprecating the too common
practice of overfeeding horses. The
effectiveness of working horses, and es-
pecially on forms, is often impaired by
injudicious feeding. This subject is bet-
ter understood than it used to be, but
there are yet far too many instances of
horses being put to work with stem-
aohs overloaded, and yet not providing
the nutriment needed to give the inns-
cular strength which hard work always
•requires. Hence the horse is always glow
in his gait and soon tires out. Thiso ver -
loading the stomach with innutritious
food is mainly due to the average farm-
er's dependence on hay as the staple and
cheapest food for horses, Really, so far
as effectiveness goes, grain, and espe-
cially oats, are always cheaper than hay.
Liverymen, and those in cities who keep
horses, soon discover this fact. They have
to buy all that their horses eat, and
learn to discriminate. When they feed
hay exclusively, they find that the horse
is incapacitated for fast or long driving
on the road. Farm work differs from
that on the road in not requiring so
rapid motion. Farm horses can, there-
fore, be fed more hay, but enough grain
or meal should go with it, so that the
proper amount of nutrition can be se-
cured without too great distention of
the digestive organs. While the livery-
man depends mainly on oats, and usu-
ally feeds them whole, the farmer will
find his most effective ration in ground
corn and oats, mixed with out clover or
timothy hay and fed slightly wet, so
that the meal and wet hay will adhere.
The best proportion is half weight each
of the hay and meal. This will, of
course, make the hay more bulky. The
ration for a 1,200 -pound horse will usu-
ally be about 16 pounds of corn and oat-
meal per day, and the same weight of
out hay, divided into three messes, morn-
ing, noon and night. If the horse con Un-
ties to be hungry after this feed, it will
be well to increase it until fully satis-
fied. There are individual peculiarities in
horses, as in men and women, about
eating, and it is not always those who
eat the most who keep the fattest or will
do the most work.
ABOUT BARN DOORS,
Those Hung by Weights Are the Beet for
Many Reasons.
Where the structure of the barn—or,
PerhaPS we should say, the position
therein—will permit, the most conveni-
ent door, the one least in the way, is a
door hung by weights, to slip up and
down, instead of swinging back on
hinges or sliding sideways on guides or
rollers. This style is especially desirable
for partition doors, as it occupies so lit-
tle room, and never comes in the way.
The only practical difficulty in its con-
struction is that of getting the weights
adjusted to the weight of the door, but
this may easily be obviated. Have the
weight cast somewhere about half the
average weight of the doors (a little less
rather than more) and insist on having
them slightly smaller at the upper end,
as shown in the accompanying cut; and
on this smaller upper end get your
trines to fit a loose cap made of galvan-
ized iron, say six inches deep. Put any
heavy article that may come handy, as
sand, shot, etc., into this cap, in quan-
tit's, sufficient to just ,balance the door,
and you will have an arrangement that
works like a charm. —G. W. Waters, in
St, Louis Journal of Agriculture.
Farm Notes.
A greater variety of crops can be
grown and we are surer of a good catch
ot clover on a well -drained soil, and it
is not so apt to be thrown out with the
frost in winter and spring.
In selecting seed potatoes for the com-
ing planting, choose the varieties for the
several plantings which you know to
have given good results. Don't be too
anxious to run after what you have only
heard about. New varieties have generally
been produced under very favorable, and
sometimes special circumstances, which
you cannot afford to repeat,
Regarding the tanning of skins with-
out removing the, hair, a good way is to
stretch the skin tightly upon a board
with hair side down. Scrape off loose
flesh and fat with a dull knife and ap-
ply chalk freely, rubbing it In thor-
oughly. When chalk begins to powder
and fall off, remove skin from boned and
rub in plenty of powdered alum. Wrap
It up closely and keep in a dry place
for a few days. It will be found nice and
pliable. Another method is to mix salt-
peter and alum two parts of.the former
to one of the later, and sprinkle it uni-
formly over the flesh side of the skin.
Then roll up. and lay away in a cool
place for a few days. Then spread it out
to dry and sdrape off the fat. It will
have to be rubbed vigorously to render
it pliable.
Farmers usually have a plentiful sup-
ply of fresh meat in winter when the
weather is cold, and by freezing the
meat can be kept sometimes for weeks
without being injured. But in summer
It is different, and the ration of salted
pork or corned beef is apt to become
tiresome. It is a surprise that some of
the fresh meat butchered in winter is
not canned,as it may easily be. Cut it
in small pieces without any bone, and
cook so thoroughly as to expel all air.
Then place it quickly in glass jars that
have been slowly heated until they are
nearly as hot as the cooked food. If this
is done and the cans are immersed ex-
cept their tops in hot water, the glass
will not break. Pack the meat as closely
as possible in the can, and when filled
cover the top with melted lard and seal
, the can. The lard will protect the meat
beneath it from any air that may be un-
der the lid of the can and which may
have ferment germs. A few cans of fresh
meat for use in summer will be quite as
convenient as the cans of fruit and veg-
etables which all good housewives now
put up every summer and fall in great-
est abundance, Fresh fruit in the sum-
mer is more easy to get in the country
than is fresh meat of any kind.
chiefly ribbon. y on. •
USEFUL IMPLEMENT.
How to Construct a Handy Carrier for the
Orchard.
A useful implement, Which should bel
on tile premises of every rural home, is
shown in accompanying illustration. It
comes handy in a good many ways, and,
is especially servieeable for carrying arti-
cles that are too bulky or too heavy to
be moved, easily by one person. Its con-
struotiou requires no unusual skill or
Ingenuity. Anybody who has saw, ham.
mer, nails, and a few pieces of nine or
basswood boards, can make or" t is a
c7/971M711'
good thing to have in the berry patch
for carrying crates, etc., in a convenient
manner. Too much care cannot be ex-
ercieed to keep the freshly gathered berries
out of the boiling sun, All berries to
stand up and keep well, should be gath-
ered -while dry and cool, and set in a
cold place, under the shack of trees or
buildings, etc., until remdred out of the
patch to storage -room or station. The
two -men carrier will be found a great
conveniente for moving the crates about.
—American Gardening.
At Lamle; lig Time. "
The following advice, originally ap-
pearing in the Mark Lane Express, is
taken from an American contem-
porary:—
"A rule which cannot be too implic-
itly observed is that ewes should not be
interfered with except in cases of actual
necessity when in labor. The 'watching
itself, therefore, should be done stealth-
ily, as the animals appear very much to
dislike over -looking and will creep away
to any secret place they can find to
avoid it. If occupying a well constructed
fold, they have no choice, but the shep-
herd has ho occasion to prolong his in-
spection beyond a few moments if he
perceives that all is going on all right
or to go to it frequently unless there is
really difficult labor, and he believes he
ought soon to render help. When fully
convinced that the time for interference
has come, he should approach the animal
with the utmost gentleness, and causing
her to lie on her side, feel if the birth
Is coming right, with the two fore feet
and tie nose obtruding from the womb,
Shouldthe latter not. be thoroughly
unlocked he would do wrong to render
immediate assistance before giving the
ewe a cordial, to enable her to sustain
her strength, or some medicine, such as
homeopathic pulsatilla, which has been
known to be efficacious in bringing
about unlocking. If he can feel the toes
of the fore feet and the unlocking is
cleared sufficiently, there can be little
harm in endeavoring to get these legs
out, but he should draw them down-
wards instead of out straight in doing
so, as thereby he will lighten the strain
the head makes on the upper part,'Some-
times when there are twins inside, the
hind foot of one will be found forced f or-
svatd so as to prevent easy egress of the
lamb that is coming properly, in which
case the hind foot should be forced back
Into time womb to allow the lamb which
ought to be born first more easy pro-
gress.
"There are other still more difficult
cases of parturition causing it to be
necessary for the shepherd to insert his
fingers inside the womb to feel what
part of the lamb is advancing, which he
should do cautiously, taking care not
only that his hands be washed first and
his finger nails pared down close, but
that his lingers shall, if possible, be
dipped in oil. Occasionally, too, instru-
ments have to be employed, and a dead
lamb to be out out piecemeal; but al-
though we have met with shepherds ex-
pert even in this, a veterinarian should,
if possible, do it. After difficult parturi-
tion there is nothing like arnica lotion
injected into the womb to prevent puer-
peral fever or inflammation. Some
recommend carbolic acid lotion injected
into the womb, but there can be no bet-
ter antidote to inflammation than ar-
nica."
Clover Meadows.
The Ohio Experiment Station is now
planning some experiments in attempt-
ing to get a stand of clover on fields
sown last spring, but which failed. to
make a perfect stand, owina•cto the
drought. The bare spots in these fields
will first be gone over with a sharp spike
harrow, or with a disk harrow; crimson
clover and common clover will then be
sown side by side, and lightly covered
in with smoothing harrow. A light seed-
ing of oats as a nurse crop may be added
on part of the land, for comparison, but
we expect the best results from seeding
the clever alone. Last season's expFienee
demonstrated that the nurse crop may
prove a robber instead of a nurse, by
taking all the water from the soil and
leaving none of the clover.
Care of rass Lands.
Almost anything spread thinly over
*grass lands will help them. Even mater-
ial not very rich and which itself will
not grow a good Crop will" make the
grass grow better, because it acts as a
mulch for the grass roots beneath. The
washings of poor uplands will fertilize
the richer soil of the valleys below. But
except where top dressings can be thus
done naturally by irrigation it will not
pay to top dress 'with poor material. The
labor will be too great, and it will
trample and cut up the grass too much
unlesethe fertilizing material is put on
during the winter.
A Clock Made of Bread.
Bread is the most curious material out
of which a clock has ever been con-
structed. Tiiere was, and may still be,
in Milan, a clock made of bread. The
maker was a native of Milan, who de.
voted three years of his time to the task.
He was very poor, and being without
means to purchase the necessary metal
for the making of a clock'he set apart
regularly a portion of his bread each
clay, eating the crust and saving the soft
part. To solidify this he made use of a
certain salt, and when the various pieces
were dry they Immune perfectly hard
and insoluble in water. The clock was
of good size, and kept fair time.
con fi 'lenient and Feather Fulling.
When fowls are kept up and have no
exercise, they begin after awhile to pull
feathers from each other, soon becoming
naked. They aleo cease to lay, and are
of no value except for the pot. Feather
pulling is the result of idleness and
heavy feeding. The remedy to prevent
the vice is to keep them busy. After
they learn the habit it is a waste of time
to attempt to cure them and it will be
cheaper to get rid of them and procure 1
others than to ose remedies.