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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1897-9-2, Page 2,N **iii-** %* DOCTOR JACK. By ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE, Author of d41Doctor Jack's Wife," "Captain Tom„" "Baron Sarni "Miss. Pauline of New York," `clVliss. Caprice," Etc. CHAPTER L tara** Rat -tat -tat ! This summons, hi shape of several hearty blows, is beaten upon the door of a room—the best the house affords— of an hotel on the Calle del Prado, in Madrid. Within the chamber there is a movement among the bed -clothes, a smothered yawn, and then a voice, re- sonant and unmistakably Ameriean, calls out : " Hello there, what's the row ?" The senor wished to be awakened at nine. It is a beautiful day for the bull -fight. Besides, there is a gentle - Man waiting to see you," comes the :voice of the landlord from beyond, Jack Evans sits up in bed, The sleep is gone from his eyes entirely as he sees the golden sunlight creeping in through the small windows. " Send him up In ten minutes, land- lord, and have breakfast for two in. double that time." " Si, senor." Jack Evans proceeds to dress lei- surely, as though life had little in it to make him hurry, or else from some deep-rooted aversion to haste. His bed has been a hard one, but this singular young man has roughed it all Over the world, and possesses the ad- mirable charaoteristio of adapting himself to circumstances. He can sleep just as soundly whether on a feather bed, in a New England town, or on the bare boards of a Missi- ssippi shanty boat -in a word, he hakes a. superb traveler, grumbling at nothing. He has just finished his ablutions, and is applying the coarse towel vigor- ously, when a rap sounds upon the door. " Enter 1" be sings out, whereupon the door, which he has unbarred, is pushed open, and a Spanish gentleman greets him warmly. " You are a late riser this morning, Senor Evans. The fandango last night must have been too much for you," laughs the new -comer. "I confess that I dreamed of the h1psies, and the clattering castanets aunted me, but that was not my first lama-cuecae Don Carlos." "Indeed, I thought you had only been a few days on Spanish soil. Where have you seen the national. dance before ?" "My dear fellow, I spent three years of my life in Mexico. It was there I made my fortune in the gold mines, you know. That is how I speak Spanish so well," and Jack Evans proceeds to arrange his tie in a neglige style that has always seemed a part of himself. The Spaniard looks at him in a peculiar way, as though the answer brings amazement. This young Am- erican, whose acquaintance he had formed in gay Paris, excites new feel- ings within his breast every day. " Three years in Mexico, Senor Evans. And you have hunted griz- zlies in the Rocky Mountains, played cowboy in Texas, shot moose while on snow -shoes in Canada, trailed the Januar on the Amazon, hunted tigers and elephants in India, been chased by lions in Africa—you have seen the wastes of Siberia, explored China, been lost in Alaska, sailed on a whaler into the Polar seas, and traveled across the Dark Continent with Stanley—in the Mame of Heaven, man, how old are you ?" Jack Evans Iaughs aloud. He is amused at the astonishment of the Spaniard. " Seventy by experience, but really just thirty-two last month, Don Carlos —we Americans live fast, you know. At twelve I was riding the wildest mustangs of Texas, so you see there has teen twenty years for the rest." Caramba ! you are a wonderful man, senor." Then a flash of suspicion leaps to his eyes—" Perhaps you have already seen a bull -fight. I am told they have terrible encounters in the land of the Montezumas." " Yes," replies Jack, quietly, "I have seen some bull fights that would set staid old Madrid wild, I imagine, for the Spanish-American blood would never put up with the tame affairs you have over here, if what I hear of them is half true." " Ah ! senor, I think they will give you a sight worth seeing to-day—a black toro, the fiercest bull south of the Apennines, and instead of the worn out hacks usually put in to bait his fury, they mean to have noble horses for the picadors. This is the greatest day Madrid has had for a decade. Your blood will be 'thrilled by the daring of our brave bull -fighters." Jack listens with something of a sneer, for he has had much experience among this class of boasters, and knows what little bravery they usual- ly possess, slinking away whenever a fierce bull turns upon them, prodding him from the rear, and vaulting the fence as he makes a rush. The SI anish character, as seen from a foreign standpoint, has little in it for an American or Englishman to admire, and Jack has never been able to over- come this prejudice. All candor him- self, brave to a fault, and daring, too— a splendid boxer, dashing rider, keen sportsman, and no mean hand with the foils or the rifle, this Amerldan 'ddventurer cannot understand the rafty tactics that generally go hand in hand with the Spanish nation—he cannot enter into and appreciate their nethods, ab different from his own. "I trust it will be as you say, Don Carlos. My blood grows ,`stagnant again, and I long for excitement. I hope your black bull will be the equal <of some I have slain lie Mexico." "What ! you a bull -fighter, too, senor ?" "Oh ! I've taken a turn in the ring algng with the rest, and becamg dis- gusted with it. By the way,;what did you do with the skin of the bear I shot when with you in the Pyrenees ?" "It is made into a rug. You shall see it when you go house with me. My niece is all excitement at the thought of meeting my American friend, of whom I have talked so much." Jack is using his hair -brush vigor- ously, for his curly locks are thick. He does not even smile at the implied compliment, for even at thirty-two one may be much of a cynic and ancho- rite, and this American fannies he 1s proof against all the wiles that may be found under the vail and mantilla of Spain's black-eyed daughters. Don Carlos watches him with that deep look in his eyes again—an ex- pression that tells of some thought Sitting through his brain. He bends over and examines with a quick glance some object on the stand—it is only a cluster of withered roses tied to- gether with a thread, but in the Spaniard's eyes very signiflcent, "I thought as much, Senor Evans. You hope to see a face at the bull- fight to-day—the face of the girl who sold you flowers in the market on the Rambla in Barcelona—the supposed Catalan peasant.' Ah 1 senor, trust the eyes of a Spanish gentleman to read secrets like these, When you told me that story I knew you would look for her in Madrid." This time Jack finds it impossible to keep a straight face, and he laughs outright -a merry, cheerful laugh it is. "My dear fellow, it`s. dused hard to keep a secret from you. I was hoping to lay eyes once more on that face, for it impressed me not by the beauty alone, but something deeper. She said she wee to be in Madrid at the time of the great bull -fight, and I found I could just as well be here as above, so I came." ' You had quite an adventure in Bar- celona, I understood you to say last night." The American looks a trifle annoyed. He likes Dan Carlos, who has some admirable paints about him, and who stood up before that bear in the Pryenees like a hero, and then again there are things about the Spaniard which do not please him at all. He fancies, for instance, that the other takes more interest in himself and his affairs than mere friendship would warrant, and once or twice a faint suspicion has flitted across Jack's mind that possibly the artful Spaniard may have a reason back of his curio- sity. " Yes, I hinted to you about it last night when I told about the flower girl. Let me see—it is time for break- fast. I have ordered for two." Don Carlos expostulates that he has broken his fast two hours back, but the American will not take no for an answer. "It is time you ate again, then. You must share my olla podrida. Com- pany makes it sweeter." " Very well, senor, since you insist on it. Besides, as we eat you can re- late yc,ur strange adventure in Bar- celona." Jack shrugs his shouldres, and thinks his companion ret in his ways. No wonder the Spaniard makes a good hunter, when by nature he is so per- sistent. So the two make a break for the dining -room of the Spanish fonda, and are presently discussing a warm breakfast, which is, indeed, fair in quality and variety, shaming Jack's joke on the one dish question. " Now, Senor Evans, I am all atten- tion. What of the strange nun of the cloister adjoining the Benedictine church of San Pedro at Gerona ?" Jack Evans stirs the contents of his cu,p adding a little more sugar, and seems to be collecting his thoughts, so that he may waste no words in nar- rating his adventure. There Is a con- viction in his mind—he knows not from -whence it springs—that he will do well not to trust his entire confi- dence to this olive -coloured acquaint- ance. "It is hardly worth the telling, Don Carlos, but since you have expressed a desire to hear the narrative, I will proceed. After leaving you in the Pyrenees I ran back to Paris, for the message I received was important. I spent nearly two weeks there, and then made up my mind to see Spain, reached Barcelona first, and put up at the Fonda del Oriente, the hotel on the Rambla, " You have seen enough of me, senor, to understand that when I go into a thing I let nothing hold me back. This applies to everything I undertake, from sight-seeing to a flir- tation with a pretty girl. So I soon saw all I wanted of the old city, and when the afternoon came was almost tempted to take the train down the coast for Madrid. " What prevented me ? Well, in the first place, I set eyes on that flow- er girl, and received a shock from her eyes that riddled my heart like a housewife's sieve. So I made up my mind Madrid could wait .a while, and arranged to spend the night in Bar- celona. "There were things to be seen there after dark, and my guide had laid out a programme, which the evening gun from the fortress towering high above the city was to usher in. It was a gala: time there -in fact, I im agine you people of Spain, like those of Italy, have seven holidays a week. Soldiers' gay uniforms were every- where, together with the fancy cos- tumes of the natives. " Many' a beautiful senorita caught my eye as she showered flowers upon mo' from a balcony, and black Scowls were cast upon mo by some of your countrymen, jealous, no doubt, of my luck with the i1Rli. - " My guide teas, one rrancisco. Marti --yen start—perhaps he is known to you. I had found him a bright and useful fellow during the day, and can see him in my mind's eye now—swar- thy, agile, dressed in a coloured cot- ton shirt, pants tight at the leg, and held by a crimson sash, leggins and sandals, with a red cloth Phrygian cap above. " I would give his weight in silver to have that same Francisco Marti in. a room alone with me for ten minutes —but you shall see. We had arranged to learn how the Barcelona fandango compared with the Parisian. Mabile, and my guide took me to the gipsy quarter, where the southern dance, he declared, could be seen as nowhere else in all Barcelona. So, as I said before, when the sunset gun had been fired we started out upon our cir- cuit. " I thought his actions strange, but believed he had simply been drinking a little too much of your native liquor. Truth to tell, the fellow had been so astonishingly smart that I forgave his little shortcomings. We watched the gipsy dance, and when it became too warm for my American blood I step- ped out. Francisco declared he had another sight for me, and led me along a gloomy street that ran into the Calle San Pablo. Here we were attacked by a clique of rascals, to make a long story short, and I realized that my guide had sold me to a lot of bandits. Luckily I am always armed, and my long experience with danger has taught me the art of self-defence. I gave them more than they bargained for, and laid several of them bleeding on the ground, receiving in return a tre- mendous blow Prom the flat of a ma- chete on the head that would have cut me to the chin had the edge been turned properly. " Then a cry was raised that the alquazils, or police, were coming, and my assailants Red. I thought I would follow, for I felt an almost insane de- sire to lay hands on that villain of a Francisco, but my head began to swim, I clutched at a railing for sup- port, and crashed against the door of a house, "My senses must have left me im- mediately, for I knew no more until I opened my eyes in a chamber, and found a woman dressed in sombre black attending me. She did riot know I had regained my senses, and I lay there some minutes observing her. You can imagine my surprise when I declare that the face of the nun was the face of the peasant girl who sold me the flowers in the mart on the wonderful Rambla. " Then I coughed to let her know I was in a sensible state again, at which she hastily dropped her heavy vail, as if desirous that I should not see her countenance. I was not badly hurt, only stunned, and while my head swam, could get upon my feet, though somewhat tempted to play invalid in order to feel those white hands bathe my brow again with eau de cologne, " All she would tell me was that she was Sister Agatha, from the cloister of the Benedictine church of San Pedro, at Gerona, and happened to be visiting this house at the hour I fell at the door in a. senseless condition. I knew better—the face I had seen had colour in it, which a nun's never has, because they shut themselves away from the health -giving sun. Natural- ly I have puzzled over several ques- tions since that hour—who is the beau- tiful flower girl of the Rambla in Barcelona, what interest does she take in me, for I am convinced in my soul she does, and why should she be go- ing about disguised as a nun ? When I find an opportunity I mean to have these things explained to me, as lam convinced that there is a mystery somewhere." During the brief recital of this lit- tle adventure in the ancient Spanish city, Jack's companion has listened eagerly, almost breathlessly—indeed, it is evident that he feels more than an ordinary interest in the narrative. The mention of Jack's discovery con- cerning the identity of the nun with the Catalan peasant girl in the flower market causes a light to appear in Don Carlo's eyes, but his natural craftiness enables . him to speedily smother this, and when he speaks it is in a very ordinary way. " Quite a little adventure, senor—al- niost equal to the one you told me about in Quito, Peru, where you saved a girl from a beast that had escaped from a cage—am I right ?" " Just so. I bear the marks of the jaguar's teeth on my left arm still— see here," and drawing up his sleeve he holds out the arm to the Spaniard, who goes into raptures at its won- derfully powerful structure, and then examines with deep interest several long -healed wounds, as regularly in a circle as the teeth of a wounded tiger cat could make them. " You have a powerful physique, Senor Evans. I've never met a man, but one, like you." " And he ?" " You shall see him to -day. He is the matador who is to finish this ter- rible bull—Pedro Vasquez. All Madrid loves him because he has as yet never quailed before a mad tdro, but I ven- ture to predict Pedro will have his hands full to -day. But your build is deceptive. When dressed you look' like an ordinary gentleman, with a desire to take life easy, and yet, as I know, these muscles are like springs of steel, and lightning is not quicker than your movements when once you have decided what to do." Jack pushes his cap from him, and proceeds to roll a cigarette—he be- lieves in the old adage that " when in Rome do as the Romans do," and in Spain the cigarette is everywhere— the people live on .tobacco, and as a Writer expresses it very neatly, " one might reasonably look for the spon- taneous growth of the weed upon a Spaniard's grave did he not prefer to be hermetically sealed up above the ground,,, Don Carlos Castelina follows suit, and the two arise from the table. Al- ready out upon the street can be heard the excitement that heralds in the day of the great bull -light. Others have been known in the past, but the management have spent money lav- ishly to make this affair the most not-' able of the decade. People have been pouring into Madrid for a Week. Jack Evans has found the five principal ho- tels near the Puerta del Sol, or central plaza, full, and has been obliged to seek quarters farther away, but money will do almost anything in this world. and he no reason to feel sorry because of his being crowded out. The two strange friends saunter out- side to view the scene, Banners are flying, and the bustle and noise make the American think the occasion is what the glorious Fourth represents to his native countrymen. Every one seems in his best clothes, the streets present an animated ap- pearance, and men and women all head in one direction, where lies •the monster pavilion, the arena of many a bloody battle between Taurus and his tormentors in the past. (To be Continued.) 1N MANY TONGUES. rho strange Languages in Which Services Are Held in New York. No loophole of an excuse for not at- tending religious services, on the plea of unfamiliarity with the language in which they are held, is -now left open for the foreigner in New York, says the Tribune. Let him corse from whatever country he will, he can bo taken, almost without exception, to some churoh or mission in this city where the tongue of the preacher will not be strange to his ears. Some of these foreign congregations are well known and have been many years es- tablished, while others are obscure little bodies, almost never heard of in a gen- eral way, and many of thein are of recent formation. German, French and Swedish churches have long existed in New York, and many of them have made their influence powerfully felt in the charitable work of the city, The great number of Hebrew synagogues form a class by themselves, but in addition to these tbere are several Christian mission churches in the different Jewish qua -- tors, where the services are conducted in Hebrew. The majority of Italians, being Roman Catholics, attend the various churches of that faith which happen to be in their neighborhood. There are, however, a few Protestant Italian communities, one of the most flourishing being the church in Broome street, under the control of the New York City Mission. The services, entirely in Italian, are under the charge of the pastor, Antonio Arrighi. `she Judson Memorial Baptist Church and St. Barnabas' Chapel, Episcopalian, have regular Italian services, and the Meth( d- ist denomination maintains two congre- gations one Su Bleeoker street and the other in East 112th street, the heart of "Little Italy." The Armenian language from the pul- pit may be heard in Second street, near the Bowery, where the Olivet Memorial Church bas a mission, and at St. Bar- tholomew's Parish House, in East Forty- second street. Services in a modern Syriac dialect are also held in the latter place for a little colony of Syrians from Mount Lebanon. Another Armenian mission is under the charge of the Adams Memorial (Presbyterian) Church, and is at Thirtieth street and Third avenue. This neighborhod, by the way, has become the rallying -point for most of the Armenians in the city, and large numbers of them live thereabouts within a few blocks' radius. While the Spanish are, as a nation, Roman Catholics, there are at least two Spanish Protestant churches in this city. The Congrega- tional and Presbyterian denominations have each a sturdy Welsh congregation, where the peculiarities of the Gaelic tongue sound strangely to American ears. Religious instruction in Arabic, to a little band of Christians who speak that as their native tongue, goes on every Sunday down in Washington street. The Russian Orthodox Church, in Sec- ond avenue, is attended by the few Rus- sians and Greeks in Naw York. Regular preaching services in Chinese are carried on at St. Batholomew's Parish House, and probably elsewhere, in connection with the many Chinese Sunday schools. And even after this list, which seems a considerable one, has been given, there doubtless remain other places in the city where Christian religious worship is held in languages yet more unfamiliar. Care of the Eyes. Avoid "squinting." Shade the eyes from the full glare of sunlight. When the eyes are weak, sleep all that Is possible. Keep soap and all patent eye washes out of the eyes. As you value your sight, avoid all quack eye doctors. Never read or use the eyes for fine work during twilight. Whenever an eye is injured, pall in an experienced oculist at once. Never expose the eyes needlessly to dust or flying particles of any kind. Have an abundance of good, steady light for any work you may have on hand. Let the light come to your eyes from one side or from above, not from in front. Do not work in a poor light, and avoid a glaring light, as it may be as bad as too little light. Do not use a flickering light for read- ing or sewing. Use a lamp with a large burner, and use good oil. When the eyes are hot and heavy, bathe them in cold or tepid water, and do not confine them too closely to any sort of work. Whenever the eyes ache or are easily fatigued, use them as little as possible, and look up from the work frequently to rest them. When reading, hold the bead erect and at a distance from the light, and do not bend the head over the needlework any more than possible. Avoid poorly printed books, with poor paper and poor type, and do not read when riding in the oars, or carriage, nor when walking nor when lying down, nor when convalescent from a protracted ill- ness, nor when the whole body is in a weakened state. A la Saloon. Wickwire—Do you know that this is the -.third time you have tackled me to- day? You must take me for an electrio button. Dismal Dawson -Electric button? Wickwire—Yes, electric button. You seem to think you can get a drink by touching me.—Indianapolis Journal ,Some men, like barbed wire fences, look easier than they are. He that takes better care of his hog- pen than of his home is apt to, raise pigs in two places. The farmer may well consider that the bird that kills ten grabs is entitled to one grain of corn. When you see the buyer carrying the bundle,you can bet the costes ti are aid for.—New York Telegram. COLD BRINE PIPES. Making Them Available in the Work of Cooling Milk. Professor F. H. Ding 1 ;is prepared for Hoard's Dairyman a oketeh and il- lustration of a method proposed by him for cooling milk and keeping it cool by means of pipes circulating cold brine through the refrigerator. The system requires also, of course, the use of ice. Part of Professor King's idea is to save the ice water as fast as it is melted and make it help further in the work of refrigeration. The brine pipes produce greater cold. Professor King explains his plan as follows: The cheapest device, everything con- sidered, where a permanent outfit is to be erected, would be one which utilized the cooling power of the ice without the labor and losses of rehandling the MILK REFRIGERATOR. ice after it has been stored. In other words, where ice is available there should be an icehouse or ice storage chamber so situated with reference to the cooling room that the bottom of this ice storehouse may be provided with a coil of galvanized iron pipe, upon which the ice of the whole storage chamber rests directly. Then as the cooling brine is circulated through this coil upon which the ice rests it would withdraw from the ice so many cooling units as are needed to do the work, with no other labor than simply pumping the brine through this refrigerating coil and the milk cooler. 1 present here a diagram illustrating this idea. It will be seen that such a plan world allow the ice to settle down upon the cooling coil as rapidly as it is melted and the water so melted should be drawn off and could be used for refrig- erating purposes as well as the brine. I have not attempted to represent de- tails of construction any further than is necessary to convey the general idea. How Much nutter? Question.—How much butter should a cow make that tests 5 per cent butter fat Babcock and gives 35 pounds of milk per day? How much butter to each de- gree of test to a pound of milk?—J. G. H. Answer.—The Babcock test shows the actual amount of butter fat produced by the cow, and no fixed rule can be laid down for calculating the propor- tion of butter, as that depends on the system of cream raising, the skill and care of the butter maker and the quan tity of moisture left in the butter. In these days of centrifugal skimming all, or virtually all, the butter fat may be recovered, and if a rich cream is pro- duced there need be but little loss in the buttermilk. Thus we are able to come to a very fair estimate of the but- ter yield. Accepting the standard of 86 per cent of butter fat in the butter, on this basis you should add 15 per cent to the butter fat, thus giving in your case 35 pounds of milk testing 5 per cent, or 1.75 pounds of butter fat, plus 15 per cent, or .26 pound, making about 2 'pounds of butter, or.0116 pound of but- ter for one pound of milk testing 1 per cent of fat. You will understand that this is only approximate. The experi- ment stations have adopted the standard of 1 1-6—that is, for every pound of batter fat they add one-sixth of a pound and call it butter. This formula would make it 1.75 pounds, plus one-sixth, or .29 pound, which makes 2.04 pounds of butter.—Country Gentleman. Alfalfa For Milk Cows. Alfalfa hay, one of the best foods, is robbed of half its value for milk mak- ing by being cut too late, when it is placed in the mangers of the cows a mass of dry, woody stems only to be re- jected and dropped under their feet in- stead of the soft, sweet hay to be eaten with a relish, that a little forethought could have so well provided. Alfalfa pasture alone is not a perfect food. The lack of bone forming mate- rial is paiufully evidenced by some of the calves beiug born with weak loins and backs, almost amounting to rickets, tvhen the dams have been pastured for tong periods exclusively on alfalfa. We are growing oats and peas to fill the new silo and hope to cheapen the re- quired protein and grain succulency at the same time. The same piece of land in the summer will raise a second crop when planted to White Dent corn to fill. the old silo. These two crops make more food than the same land could pos- sibly produce if planted in alfalfa.—Na- tional Stockman. Old Hunks. A hotel keeper was recently telling of his experience in buying milk of the neighboring farmers. He said that he was paying 16 cents a gallon for milk delivered at his hotel, but had great difficulty in getting, the farmers to sup- ply him. Instead they took their butter to the country store and traded it off on a basis of 12 cents a pound. There was a great deal more money in the milk than there was in the butter, but they had always been accustomed to trading at the store, and they wou ld still continue to trade, no matter what happened. A QUESTION. Which Is Finally Cheaper, Separator or Deep Setting Creamer? First, lot us look at the cost of the different outfits. The price list of a creamer for 25 cows is $60, and fora farm separator large enough for that number of oows, $125, There perhaps can be some discount obtained from these prices, but we will figure from the prices as the manufacturer gives. them. Here is $65 against the separator. The creamer will last many years, The separator, from the nature of things, will not last so long. Just how long a 6oparator will last and bow much it can do when properly taken care of before giving out may be hard to determine. One has been run on our farm five years with the expense of but $3 for repairs and a small amouut yearly for oil and rubber rings. We know of one that has been run nearly six years in a dairy of 50 to 60 cows, and it is a pretty good machine yet. We do not propose to try to figure out the cost of using a separa- tor for a given number of cows for a year, but the facts we give may aid others to have some basis to figure from. If the separator is used, there will be the additional nuance of power. Wit?' ne this was not much, for we used a two horse tread power that we had before we got the separator and used for out - ting feed, filling silo, sawing wood, etc. This power was operated by a Jersey bull. He worked very nicely, and the exercise was just what he needed, Some use a small tread power which costs $1t or $20 and use a large dog, sheep or goat to run it. Now, after we have considered the extra cost of using a separator, let us see how much, if any, gain there will be a reasonable chance of making. Soma more butter can be made by using the separator, because the skimming can be done closer than in. any other way. The best work that has ever been done, taking a season through, with any deep cold setting, as far as we have any record of experiment station work, is where the loss in skimmilk was as low as one-fourth of 1 per cent of fat. The usual loss is, of course, much more than this. The separator takes nearly all, so that with the best of work done by each method the separator would save at least one-fifth of a pound of butter from each 100 pounds of milk more than the "creamery." If a cow gave 5,000 pounds of milk in a year, this would be 10 pounds of butter, 100 pounds from 10 cows and 250 pounds from 25 cows. At 20 cents a pound for the butter this would make $50 a year. Besides this there would be a saving of work. It is less work to separate the milk and clean the separator than to set and skim the milk where deep set- ting is used, though where everything is arranged for convenience this may not amount to much. Where the skimmilk is to be fed to calves it must be warmed when oold setting is used, but when the separator is used the work is done while the milk is warm from the bow, and if fed im- mediately needs no warming. One point is worthy of being taken into consideration when the question as to which method of Dreaming milk is to be used, and it is a point that is seldom raised whou this subject is be- ing considered, and that is the breed of cows that produces the milk. It is a well established fact that those breeds of cows that give large quantities of milk containing a comparatively small per cent of butter fat give milk in which the fat globules are small; there- fore the creaming isnot as exhaustive by the gravity process as with the milk of other breeds which give a richer milk with larger fat globules. The sep- arator creams all milk alike or nearly so. The loss with the milk of these large milking breeds would be mach more than with the others, both on account of the larger per cent of fat left in the skimmilk and on account of the larger amount of it. One other point we will mention. The most exhaustive churning is had when the cream is very rich. With cold setting it is thin, containing not more than 20 per cent fat and rarely as much as• that, while with the separator it, may be made to contain 35 per cent to 40 per cent and yet do close skimming. —Hoard's Dairyman. Dairy and Creamery. England imports every year 15,000, not pounds, but tons, of cheese from Holland. Much of it is poor stuff, too, used by the most poverty stricken of Britain's population. The problem of the dairy farmer at present is to so feed and breed bis cows as to produce more milk at less cost. The promise of the future is that in- stead of hauling hundreds of pounds of milk daily to the creamery the dairy' farmer will have at home a cream sep- arator, either hand or small animal power, and so soon as the milk is milked Will run it directly through the separa- tor and haul the cream to the creamery. That is the way the wind sets now. The plan has been in operation to a limited extent in several places and has proved successful and satisfactory. Mr. W. I. Moody, the Iowa creamery pian, some time ago sent out separators among his patrons, so that they might separate the cream on the farm and brifeg it to him , keeping strai ht kee pin the 'skindrailk sweet g and fresh at home. This plan ;involves less expense for all concerned. Corn and cob meal ground together: and fed to cows is more profitable than cornmeal fed alone. When butter is salted in the churn ha the granular state, it needs a quarter, more salt than when the salting' is done upon the worker. In the granular con- dition the butter contains more water than in the solid state. The right way to pay for milk at a creamery is to test the product supplied by each patron, find out how much but- ter it makes to the 100 pounds, then,. counting the cost of making each pound of butter at e i b creamery, reward him m w accordingly.