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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1896-7-23, Page 6LIFTED ED BY LOW; Or, How the Wharf Waif Became a Princess. FUilLXSUED Sr SPECIAL A.RRAIrG3OfEET. (CONTINUED) "She hopes you will. Her happiness —more than she can tell you—depends on that." "Tell me what she wants." ! "She is in need of money." "Does her happiness depend on that?" "Yes." "You are sure she asks for nothing more than money?" "Nothing. ' ?e bowed its head as if to conceal the pain that came into his face. Then, Quickly recovering himself, he said, gently: "Poor soul, if money can make her happy, she shall have it." He rose, felt his way to a writing ta- ble and seated himself before it. From a drawer he took out a checkbook, open- ed it, and passing his long, nervous fin- gers over the paper he slowly wrote his name in the right hand corner. Then he tore out the check, and returning to his former seat gave it to "I have left it open," he said. "Ask her to write in—my unhappy little friend—the amount she needs, and tell her in case she doubts it still, that her secret is safe in my keeping and that she has made me Ebanpy by remember- ing me in her mistress. I took the cheek, faltering some incoh- erent words of gratitude. "You will stay with us a day or two?" he asked. "No; I must go away to -day." "Have you far to go home?" "I am going to London," I replied evasively. "You are staying with friends there?" "No; I have no friend to go to." "Are you quite alone?" "Quite." He was silent for a moment, seeming greatly shocked by his discovery. Then he said: "But you have friends." "None but Mere Lucas and"— He held out his hand quickly, and as. it closed on mine a smile broke over his face. And me," he said. "Oh, if my ear and reason deceived me the sense of touch would tell me whose hand this is I hold. Let us give up this game of crooked questions and cross answers and be ourselves. Have faith in me, little friend." For some minutes we sat thus, with our hands locked, and neither spoke, Some such feeling of mingled joy and sympathetic sorrow as choked my utter- ance may have silenced him. Perhaps he was waiting for me to confide my sorrows to him—to pour out the history of past troubles that he might give me comfort, But I dared not answer that silent appeal, and the tear that slipped from my cheek and fell upon his hand as I bent over it was all the confession I could make. "Is there nothing I can do to help you?" he asked in a tone of deep agita- tion. "Nothing—nothing more than you have done. No one can help me. I need no help now. The worst is past, Better days must come. Then I may tell you more." "I want to know no more than that," he answered impressively. "If the worst is past, we will cease to think of it. Let us go into the garden," he added in a brighter tone as he rose to his feet. The sun ought to be shining to -day." He took my trembling arm. "You know the way," he asked. "Yes; I walked across the lawn yes- terday.,' "I knew it," he murmured, "Some- thing touched my arm, and I felt that you were near. I have been expecting you to come." He said this, I thought, to encourage me, but the radiant happiness in his face surprised me, though I knew the vigor and fortitude of his character. ,One would not have imagined but for those poor closed eyes that he had lost the most precious gift of nature. He pressed my arm to his side and spoke some wise words of assurance, adding: "We have both met with misfortune, little friend." "I think too much of my own." "Mine," he said to turn my thoughts, "is not so great as you would think. At first it was hard to bear—the world seemed so empty. But I am learning to see now without my eyes, and I find a multitude of beautiful things that had before escaped my notice. I never weary of sitting here and listening— puzzling out where all the sounds come from and making a better acquaintance 'with the hidden world." "And in the evening you have Miss Zell to read to you and play." "Yes. She is a good, amiable girl, 'wonderfully patient and untiring." There was a great whir of wings, over our heads, startling me for the mo- ment and then six or eight beautiful pigeons fluttered down and settled on Tares' shoulder and outstretched arm. He gave them a handful of maize from his pocket, and they clustered about his hand with outstretched wings to take the grain. "Do they come down to Miss Bell like that ?" I asked, with envy. "They will come to any one who has something to give them," he said, smil- ing- I wonder if he regarded me in the same light. I held out my hand timidly to the pretty, fluttering birds, but they had swallowed the last grain, and they took to their wings and flew away in a body. I could bear it no longer, The pain at my heart was greater than I could endure. "I must go away, too," Isaid, choking clown my grief. CHAPTER XLI4. A. FRIEND `IN FEED, Taros would have had me take his carriage to the station, but I refused. I wanted to be quite alone that I might relieve my heart of its burden in an un- restrained flow of tears. And as soon as I got away from the gates of the Orange' they came—those welcome tears —and blinded I stumbled along the road with down bent head. When the paroxysm was past, I tried to think of the future, but even the prospect of bringing Gordon back and removing the illusion that must have lessened Teras respect and affection for rue failed to lighten my spirits. Could the old tie ever be renewed? ' Would >Taras ever 'again feel as he had felt toward me? Had he not already given his heart to Judith? I asked. Then the figure of George Gordon as I had seen him at the last moment standing under the dark pines, waving his .hand in a cheerful farewell, rose before my im- a; ination, and at the thought of his bitter disappointment in finding that Judith had transferred her love to Tares —as I felt sure she must have done, liv- ing iving for so long in close companionship with him—of his experiencing such bit- ter anguish and regret as this which tore my heart, I asked if it would not be almost more merciful to leave him there in ignorance of this greater misery. But the thought of doing my duty urged me on and overcame these hesitating doubts. Mr. Pelham had given the finishing touch of newness to his office by the ad- dition of a new clerk, who, when I entered, was.enga ed in addressing cir- culars at his desk. After taking my came. which I gave as Mine. Leroy, this young man led me into his inner office, where I found Mr. Pelham wait- ing for clients to come with the patience of a spider on the lookout for stray flies, as it seemed to me. "I have got it," I said triumphantly as I laid the check before him. "I am delighted to hear it, madame. You wish meto go with you to Mr. Lazarus and see this affair through— always the most advisable course in a transaction where proof of payment may be needed. No time is to be lost. I" -- His enthusiasm was abruptly checked and his countenance fell as he glanced down at the check he had unfolded. "But this is not filled in, madame." "That is why I came to you first. I'm to write in the amount, and I want you to show me how to do it." "I perceive," he said, but in a dubita- tive tone, and then, as if anticipating a repetition of the difficulty that prevented the cashing of Gordon's offer, he added: "It will be advisable perhaps to take this to the bank before we see Mr. Laz- arus. Business men are soparticular, you know." His spirit quickly rose again, however, as I filled up the check according to his directions, the prospect of handling money being, I think. as agreeable to him as to Mr. Lazarus himself, and when I had done he rose briskly and toqk his hat from the p d on the wall. Uh, by the way," he said, coming back to the table and opening a drawer, "can you tell me if your Mr. Kavanagh has an office in Lambeth?" "In Lambeth? Nut to my knowledge" "Ali, then it is a singular coincidence and nothing more. My clerk," he ex- plained, "is engaged in addressing cir- culars to certain capitalists respecting a company that is being formed. This envelope was among them, and the name catching my eye—your interesting case is continually in my mind—I looked in the director), and found, to may astonish- ment, that the office to which the letter is addressed was occupied by Messrs. Bell & Gordon. I say 'was' advisedly, because probably the directory was com- piled last autumn. Now, the associa- tion of these two names --- "The Old Lambeth Pottery?" I inter- rupted. "Yes, that is the address." "That may be Kavanagh's address now. What is inside the envelope?" I asked eagerly. "We will see." He opened it. "Only a circular. If you think there may be more in this than mere coin- cidence, I will question Mr. Brett before you—here, now, if you please." "Yes," said'I, feeling that I could not rest in uncertainty as to the extent of the clerk's connection with Kavanagh, Mr. Pelham placed a chair for me where I could sit with my back to the window and touched the bell on the table. The new clerk came to the door. "Come in, lvir. Brett," said the solici- tor. "I saw a circular addressed to a Mr. Kavanagh, Old Lambeth Pottery, Do you know him?" "Client of my late employers—Evans & Evans—sir." " fou don't know him personally?" The clerk shook his head, with a smile. "A little too high up for that sir," said he. "A gentleman of fortune— holds a post in the house, I believe." "He speculates, of course?" ' "Not sure, sir. I know he has bought up two or three little potteries." "What potteries?" "Well, there's the Old Lambeth, but he took that up, I believe, more from charity than as a paying concern." "But the Old Lambeth—why, that's Bell & Gordon's surely?" "Was, sir, before Mr. Gordon bolt- ed." "Mr, .Jordon bolted!" exclaimed the solicitor in a tone of incredulous aston- ishment. "Why, this is the first time I have heard of it," ` -Last November, A young lady in the case, I believe," said the clerk, with a mild grin, which he would certainly have kept for another occasion had he suspected that 1 was the young lady in question. "Don't know much about that, but I do know that he left his af- fairs in a regular muddle and he behav- ed shamefully toward his partner, poor old Colonel Bell." "This is bad news, madame," said. Mr. Pelham, turning to me with a grave shake of the head. "In what way did he behave shamefully, Mr. Brett?" "Took Colonel Bell into partnership and invested in a pottery that was worth nothing at all, incurred consider- able debt in building kilns and improv- ing the place, and then, when he found that the colonel's affairs were not so good as he expected, he realized what he could and bolted, leaving this poor old gentleman to get out of his difficulties , as he could." "Ah, well, what happened then?" "Things went worse and worse with the colonel. The kiln that he still had to pay for fell in the first time it was fixed. Then, to meet his creditors, the poor old fellow tried to raise money on some mining stock and found the shares worth nothing. Mr. Kavanagh intro- duced him to us, and I had to go into. the affair, so I know all about it." "And the result of your examination showed"— "Showed that Colonel Bell had not sixpence in the pound to pay his credi- tors." "But he could call upon his partner, Mr. Gordon." "Couldn't find him, not a trace of him anywhere, and his solicitor—Cunning- ham of Lincoln's Inn—refused to pro- duce a penny without his order, natur- ally," "Oh, Mr. Gordon had means then?" "Plenty, but it's all tied up. , No one can touch it until he is found or an order is obtainedfrom the courts of bankruptcy," "Dear me! And what did. Colonel Bell do in the emergency?" "Just what might be expected of. an honorable old gentleman and a bad man of business -sold up all his private property and paid over every penny to the creditors of Bell & Gordon. Evans & Evans did their utmost toprevent him making such a disastrous sacrifice and advised him to declare himself bankrupt at once. But he would not be persuaded. Yielding in most things, he was as 'stubgorn as—as anything on this, Old fashioned notions, you know, sir, about honor and the disgrace of being whitewashed." "Of course the sum realized was in- sufficient to satisfy the creditors of the firm," " Didn't sytisfy a quarter of them and left him without funds to work the busi- ness. That was foreseen by Evans & Evans, who told the obstinate old fellow that he was only throwing his money away and postponing the evil day," "He would have had to do so to a dead certainty, but just at the last moment Mr, Kavanagh came forward and lent him a sum of money to clear off the debt, rebuild the kiln and start afresh." "Did Mr. Kavanagh advance the money without security?" "Not exactly, sir—he took a mortgage on the estate," "I don't see any great generosit}t; Mr. Brett, in advancing money on a mort- gage." "There was in this case, sir. Evans & Evans had thought of raising money by a mortgage, but on looking into the deed of partnership they found an im pediment in the way. Mr. Gordon could repudiate any obligation without his consent." "I see. Mr. Kavanagh relies upon Mr. Gordon fulfilling the obligation when he returns?" "Just so, sir, and considering all things that's not very good security." "Supposing Mr. Gordon should not trouble himself to return, what then, Mr, Brett?" "Then Mr. Kavanagh will come out all right. Every farthing the gallant old colonel can screw out of the affair is made over to Mr. Kavanagh's account toward the payment Of the mortgage, and if he only has time he will certainly clear it off. The business is looking up at the pottery now. Three kilns are in working order." "I think you said that Mr. Kavanagh has invested capital in other potteries." "Two or three small ones. He snap- ped them up the moment' he heard that Hintons were going to turn their busi- ness into a company, knowing that the first object of the company would be to extend the works, which could only be done by buying up these potteries. And the result proved the justice of his fore- thought. The company would give him a check for the whole lot at a day's notice." "And transfer the mortgage on Bell & Gordon's pottery?" "Oh, yes; they would take the risk of pulling that through all right. A young company, you know, sir, doesn't stick at trifles," "And if the company chose to fore- close—as I suppose they would—Mr. Bell would be forced to abandon every- thing and go in the workhouse?" "Oh, of course, as a man of honor, Mr. Kavanagh would indemnify him out of the handsome pro It he must make on the speculation," "Just so, as a man of honor, he would," assented Mr. Pelham, and then turning to me, with the slightest indi- cation of a wink, he said in a tone of assurance: "Well, madame, you see your money is quite safe. Thank you, Mr. Brett, If any one calls, you can say that I shall be back in an hour," The cab which had brought me from Waterloo stood at the door. We got in, and Mr. Pelham, having directed the driver, said, as he took the seat be- side me: "I conclude the persons referred to by Mr. Brett are the same that you are ac- quainted with, madame?" "Yes, they are the same," "Well, you see how matters stand," "I think I understand what he said." Of course a great deal was less clear to me then than I have tried to make it in this narrative. "It's pretty clear that Kavanagh is getting all his eggs in one basket for the convenience of selling out and bolt- ing at a moments notice. All these ar- rangements are clearly made with a view to the possibility of Mr. Gordon's return. I need not imprees upon you the tremendous importance of secrecy. The merest suspicion on his part that you are here will involve a catastrophe. There's one thing I can't quite make out," he continued reflectively, after a pause of some minutes, "and that is why he has not made his position still more secure by accepting at once the offer made by this company. He knows as well as most people the value of a bird in the hand. It isn't likely that a man who has shown himself devoid of principle and feeling should be restrain. ed by consideration for an old man— that he should jeopardize his own fu- ture, though only in a slight measure, merely to keep Colonel Bell out of the workhouse. I think we shall find that he has some stronger motive for this de- lay." When the cab stopped, Mr. Pelham left me and took the check into the bank. In a few minutes he returned with a•jubilant expression on his face. "It is perfectly correct," he said, step- ping briskly into the cab. Then he directed the cabman to drive to Hounds - ditch. and as we rattled on proceeded to count over the bundle of notes caress- ingly, as if the touch of the crisp paper was a real pleasure to him, Mr. Lazarus received us with unctu- ous civility, and having counted over the notes in his turn opened a drawer and brought out the letter from Peter Schemyl, which he carefully read through once more. "You have come only just in time, my dear lady," said he as he began to fill up a telegram form. "Mr. Schemyl leaves Moscow to -morrow." "But my friends are not in Moscow," I said. "No; they are at Vorontskaya, I sup- pose. It would never do for Mr. Sche- myl to receive a telegram there from London, Do you know whom he left in charge of the posthouse when he came away?" "His brother Borgis, I think." "Ah, a clever man, Mr. Borgis Schemyl, very clever. I congratulate you—one of the cleverest men in the business. He will get a telegram from his brother at Moscow to -morrow in all' probability and put your friends well on the road before Mr. Schemyl returns." "You think they will getaway safely?" I asked anxiously. There's every hope if Mr. Borgia has the management. The only difficulty will be in crossing the frontier, but if you have no enemies here who are likely .to warn the police you may reasonably expect to see your friends in three or four weeks' time." Commenting On this interview as we left Carter street,, Mr. Pelham said; "Everything points to the necessity— the vital necessity—of keeping Kava- nagh in ignorance of your escape. Even when Mr. Gordon returns, Kavanagh ought not to know it before we have ob- tained an order for hi arrest. At the first intimation of dan ,er lie will try to slip through our fingers. Now;' where is. Mr. Gordon likely to go when he reaches London?" "To Lambeth," I replied without hesitation. (To BPl CONTINUED) MULTUM IN PARVO. All power appears only in transition. Half our knowledge we must snatch, not take. Give up no science entirely, for science is but one, It is astonishing how .little one feels poverty when one loves. Labor is the great substantial interest on while h we all stand. Age makes us not childish, as some say; it finds us still true children. (genius may be almost defined as the faculty of acquiring poverty. Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit. Wait for the 5, anon when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passions. Knowledge and timber should not be much used until they are seasoned Brahma once asked of Force, "Who is stronger than thou?" She replied, "Ad- dress. Address. In ancient times, the sacred plow em- ployed mployed the kings and awful fathers of mankind. Affliction is a school of virtue; it cor- rects levity, and interrupts the confidence of sinning. Every joy which comes to us is only to strengthen us for some greater labor that is to succeed. A laugh to be joyous must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness there can be no true joy. Grammar, which knows how to lord it over kings, and with high hand makes them obey its laws. There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles. A. Glycerine Substitute. Those who aro afraid of the back of the baud presenting a sticky appearauce, instead of applying glycerine after dry- ing the hands, can rub them well with powdered starch or some other harmless toilet powder. The effect of the powder is magical. The roughened skin ie. cooled, soothed, and healed, bringin g and insuring the greatest degree of ' comfort for this by.no means of insignificant aunoyanoe. Oatmeal water is wonderfully soften- ing and whitening to the skin, and is, therefore, much to be recommended for rad and neglected hands and florid coin= plexions. Many ladies use oatmeal in stead of soap, for it is very cleansing and beneficial. Tie up a handful of ordinary oatmeal in muslin, and let it soak in the basin all night. It will give the water a milky tinge, and will be found very cooling and softening. Toilet oatmeal scented with violets, is a favorite substitute for soap. The Use of the "Remnant." Such lovely pieces of brocade can often be purchased at sales and on the various occasions that are known in most of our large establishments as "remnant days" that one is continually devising a means of successfully employing "atoms" of the kind. A very dainty possession is made from a scrap of brocade which costs butes, few cents, and yet which in its entirety could not possibly have teen less than $5 a yard, Having backed the material with cardboard, add a frame of dark -colored velvet, • as illustrated in the accompanying sketch, and finally sew to the lower edge of this three fancy brass hooks, upon which may be sus- pended a small work -bag, a notebook and the ever -useful dusting brush. This, if the ornament is for drawing -room use, whereas if intended for the bedroom, the frame should hold instead a button- hook, a small hat brush (suspended by a 'ring), and again, a note•book-, for is not this latter an hourly companion and one that should be ever at hand? The back of the little frame is supplied with a fine cord, by which to suspend it to table or wall. The same arrangement could be applied to any piece of favorite material, such, for instance, as a small portion of a wedding gown, or indeed any frock of which we wish to keep a memento. 'Paper Hanging Paste. First heat water to boiling, then add flour, constantly stirring; to prevent .the formation of lumps, the flour may be passed through a sieve, so as to ensure its more equable distribution. Stirring is continued until the 'heat has rendered the mass of the desired consistency, and after a few moments' futher boiling, , it is ready for use. In order to increase its strength, powdered resin iii the propor- tion of one sixth to one-fourth of the weight of the flour is added. Toprevont its souring, oil of cloves or a fewdrops of carbolic acid are stirred in. Toilet Water. A walk in the rain, with the face exposed to the wet, is very benefioial tr the skin. The-julno of cucumbers strained off from the vegetable after it has been thoroughly boiled, makes a most excel lent and softening toilet water. For a shiny skin wet the face with a saturated solution of borax. Allow it to remain on three minutes. Then wash it off with soft water. • Steam the rain spots on your velvet cape and brush up the pile with a whisk while holding the wrong side of the material over a steaming tea -kettle. TH [ DAIRY AERATION OF MILK. Some of the Reasons Why It Is Necessary in Cold Weather, It is remarkable that many dairymen who are very particular about airing the milk daring summer become careless on the approah,of cold weather. While the milk will not spoil so readily at this sea- son, it is just as necessary to rid it of the animal heat by airing it as soon as taken from the cow. Neglect of this gives the milk that peculiar animal odor of which housekeepers often com- plain, and which they overcome in part by pouring the milk into a shallow vessel and placing it in -a current of air. Besides creating a prejudice against the use of milk the odor affects the flavor. Firing is, in some respects, even more necessary iu winter than in summer. Not merely is the cow kept under more confined conditions, but the food is different. Instead of the tender, juicy and insipid grass, she partakes of stronger tasting food which must inevi- tably impart a foreign flavor to the Milk. This is, of course, very objections - hie; but it can be taken out by' thorough airing directly after milking. ETTER THAN HURDLES.. How an Eastern 1ia,i Pastures Four Cows. on a Wagon Path. '_inclose sketch of a simple contriv- ance which is cheap and very easy to manage. By it I have pastured four news at,a time ou a wagon path through a field of corn, allowing them to eat the grass almost to the corn. He could use part of his field for hay, and pasture the rest by tying the rope on a new place on the fence occasionally. It allows the cow to move along as she would when loose to eat.—Country Gentleman. PRIVATE CREAMERY, Success of a Dairyman In the Making of Prime flutter. "Here and there a dairyman is break- ing away from the factories and trying lobe making of gilt-edged butter. I have a neighbor with an 18 -cow dairy on a 130 -acre farm, who made this change last winter," writes L. B. Pierce in Coun- try Gentleman. "He bought a separator costing $120, and 'some other conven- iences, and proceeded to make a high grade of butter for customers in our town and Akron, delivering every Satur- day morning. Almost from the start his customers brought other customers, so he bad to buy the cream of two neigh- bors, besides some from a creamery a few miles away. I have my doubts whether that bought from the creamery brought him any profit, but in most cases it was a necessity in order to hold his customers through a period when from weather or accidents to cows his own supply was insufficient. The most interesting feature of his experiment is the returns he gets from the skim -milk fed to calves and swine. He kills and retails his veal and pork, also making sausages and mince -meat, and I am in- clined to believe that his by-products bring him in nearly as much as the beau- tiful butter his wife makes. Besides the by-products of the dairy which he sells. including buttermilk,he sells (on his reg- ular weekly trips) the surplus from a fine vegetable garden, and more or less orchard produce, He also retails many bushels of potatoes. At the same time they work extremely hard, and I pity him when he has to go to town with a blizzard in the air and the thermometer seine degrees below zero, which all goes to show there is no royal road to success GILT-EDGED BUTTER. Eight Things Are Essential to Produce It at Every Churning.. A correspondent of the Jersey Bulletin gives eight rules for making gilt-edged butter: - 1 Good cows, to secure rich, clear, healthy milk. If possible, feed cows on rich, old pastures, free from weeds, pre- ferably on uplands. 2 Milking the cows in a clean, well ventilated stable, free frim all atmos- pheric taint. 8 Setting the milk to cream and the cream to ripen in a clean, well -ventilated room that may, be kept at a low and even temperature. 4 Scrupulous cleanliness and regular temperature in the churning. 5 Stopping the churn when the butter comes the size of wheat grains, and free- ing it of buttermilk while in this stage; taking oars not to break the grain in working. 6 While in the granular stage, ince t. potato the salt evenly and thoroughly. 7 "Put up in neat. sweet and attrao live packages. 8 Scrupulous cleanliness from the cow pastures to the butter box. Meat Packages for Butter. Many people are willing to pay for ap- pearance in butter as well as in other things, and it pays in making butter to put it up in neat packages. The best is made from cream which Is ripened uni- formly, and the dairyman who under- takes to do without an icehouse is working along wrong lines. Above all he munst know the capabilities of his cows individually, or there will. be a leak for every item of profit, and he be in ignorance as to why he reaps no reward for all his labor, and disgusted with fife in general.. In these times the doing of one's best is the only path which leads from failure. Dairy Suggestions, Butter of good flavor cannot be made from feeding straw in large quantities. The 'dairy cow is more nervous than the beef animal, and hence requires gent- ler treatment. The little details of the dairy need close attention, and unless it is given, total or partial failure will result. The fact that we can get more milk, with less feed, from cows kept in warm stables, is so' universally admitted as to. need no argument. The cow before coin- ing in needs some attention. She ought to be in a thriving condition by being fed oats or' oil meal, but no corn, as that is too heating.—Farmers' Voice. Nearly $1,500,000 worth of articles are pawned in London weekly. HANDY FARM BOILER. almost indispensable When Food is Often Boiled for Stock. ' The ordinary farm boiler, or set kettle, is unhandy from the fact that the con- tents after each boiling mast be labori- ously dipped out: The oat shows a boiler that avoids this difficulty, for the boiler itself is made of sheet iron (the heaviest to be obtained), and sets upon the top 'of the brickwork, so that it can be raised and removed. It has a handle at one end and a lip at the other, so that it can be emptied direetfjr into pails or tubs or can be pulled off the brickwork upon a wheelbarrow and wheeled away to the barn or bog house. A light cover sets upon the top when over the fire. If the boiler is to bs used out of doors It should be made of galvanized iron to prevent rusting. If the boiler is very large, an iron rod can be placed across the middle of the opening in the brick- work to support the bottom of the boiler, This arrangement wilt be found exceed- ingly convenient where food is often boiled for stock,—New York Tribune. DAIRIES FOR COMPLEXION. A. Dairymaid's Muscular Work Invariably Revives Womanly Beauty. Pretty women have known for a long time of the virtue of fresh milk and sweet butter in holultil" and geed leaks, The little eountrc place nestled away not far from the city and manifestly to sup- ply the town house with country pro - duets has been really for the refreshing of the complexion and nerves. When a certain very well known so- ciety woman went to her doctor with a muddy complexion, that distinguished worthy said to her: "Don't come to me. Take that face somewhere else." "Why, doctor, whist do you mean?" re- plied she; startled and Indignant, "I meati literally what I say. Take yourself to your little country place and ,vnsh your face with fresh milk every morning at 5 o'clock." "But, doctor, whore can I get fresh milk at such an hour?" "Get it from the cow. Do your own milking, Pour some in a bowl and bathe your face in it Let it dry on, Drink some milk. Churn your cream, wash your face in buttermilk twice a day; curry the nsilkpail from the barn your- self, pour the milk into the pans with your own hands; do your own dairy work. In a month come back and I will tell you what to do next," Inside of a month she hadforgotten the muddy com- plexion, for it was a thing of the far past. A Western millionaire has a butter house built for his daughter on the most romantic plan. Through the farm runs a clear, cool stream, and upon the coolest portion of it sets the little dairy, The outside is of rough granite, low built and narrow. Inside, there is but one room. This is tiled, and through the center of it flows the stream: Great win- dows air the butter house. The water enters through a silver fau- cet of great size, that filters it, and it passes out through a specially contrived appliance. In the middle of the butter house the stream gurgles and rises and falls all day. There are two steps leading down to the water, and on these steps the fair butter -maker sits and washes the butter until the 'water flows through it clear. This is butter making on a decidedly romantic scale Its usefulness to this wealthy and beautiful girl is that it develops the muscles, gives her some- thing to do, and is the healthiest pastime known. But then, she is and always has been an industrious girl. Feeding Calves. Prof. Robertson offers the following summary of a feeding test with calves:— "During the feeding period of eighteen weeks the steers which were fed upon ration No. 3 (corn ensilage and meal) gained in weight on the average of 16 lbs. per head less, and cost 2.87 per head less per day for feed consumed than the steers fed upon ration No. 2 (roots, hay and meal), "The cost of feed consumed per 100 lbs. of increase in live weight was 27.6 per cent. greater on ration No. 2 (hay, roots and meal) than it was on ration No. 8 (corn ensilage and meal). "The cost of feed consumed per 100 lbs. of increase in weight was lowest in the ease of a calf steer of French Canadian or Quebec Jersey breed, fed upon ration No. 8 (corn ensilage and meal)." White Specks in Butter. E. C. Bennett, of Epitomist, says: The white specks in butter are due to poor ripening of the cream. Sonne of the cream has "wheyed off" and decom- posed, andthe casein has gathered in clots and the whey has separated from the cream. These clots of curd will not churn out. They remain in the butter as clots and always look white. Artifi- cial coloring has no effect upon them, and winter or summer they spoil the looks of the butter. Greater Dare in rip- ening the cream is called for but even in creameries there are times when these cblorless clots form, and the sure way to do is to strain the cream into the churn, Then the clots do not get ' into the churn and are not found in the butter. Christian Life.• Christian life is to be active, Christ was busy, He went about doing good. He led His disciples on many a journey, He was on a search for lost souls, and He made Himself often very weary. The zeal of His mission was like fire, eating and burning Him up. The Son of Man was seeking to save the lost. The disci- ples who followed him about became busy men, tireless workers all, we may. well believe. AiphtherialAmong Fowls. Domestic fowls have two diseases of a diphtheritic nature, according to a.report of M. Gallen to the Belgian Academy, .. of. Medicine. One is a contagious catarrh, called also merle, or fowl glanders, which is very contagious and fatal to hens and may give diphtheria to tbn,na,r beings. The other, though called f diphtheria, has nothing save the Iwai, common with huuain diphtheria.