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It was his habit to thus make use of
ibis walks. Itt a promenade he had more
than once met a client, past or future.
The boys fled before bis piercing eyes,
before this fat, jolly little man with
libe mocking smile which showed un-
der his red mustache. This fright which
he inspired made bim laugh inwardly.
Re knew thee he was respected, that he
was feared. Among all these passersby
who jostled him without knowing that
its was watching them he was a pow-
er. an unknown but sovereign power.
Ue walked along with short, quick steps
sad watchful eyes, very =Rea preoccu-
pied with this affair, thinking of the
wornness person for whom he was seek-
ing, but he stopped occasionally to look
at the wares spread out in some briceee
brae shop or in some bookstore window.
This also was his habit and his method.
He ran his eye over the illustrated pa-
pers lying in a row in front, over the
soeialietic placards, the eouglecoks. He
kept himself au eouraut with every-
thing which was thought. Seen, pro-
claimed and suug.
"When oue governa" thought Ber-
nardet, "oue ought to have the habit of
going afoot in the street. One can le=
nothing from the depths of a coupe
driven by a coaebmau wearing a tricol-
ored cockade." Ile was goiug to the
prefecture, the Fermaneace, when in
the Rue des Bons•E'nfauts be was in.
stinctively attracted to a shop whitlow
where rusty old arras, tattered uniforme,
worn shakos, garments without value,
smoky pictures, yellowed engravings:1nd
chance °nauseate, rare old, copies of
books, old romances, ancient books
with eaten bindings, a isiass of dissim-
ilex objeets—lost keye, belt buckles,
*Wished medals, battered sous—were
mixed together in an oblong space as in
a sort of trough.
On either side of this shop window
hung some soiled uniforms, a zonave's
Test, an academician's old habit, lugu-
brious with its Embroideries of green, a
soiled costume which bad been worn by
some Pierrot at the carnival. It was,
in all its sad irony, the vulgar "baud
me down that!" which makes one think
of that other morgue where the cloth-
ing has been rejected by the living or
ellsandoned by the dead,
Bernardet was neither of a melan-
choly temperament nor a dreamer, and
be did not give ran= time to the tear-
ful side o2 the question, but he was pos-
sessed of a ravenous curiosity, and the
sight, however frequent, of that shop
window always attracted him. With,
moreover, that sort of magnetism which
the Revilers. great or small, intuitive-
ly feel—a collector of knickknacks,
discovererof unknown countries, book-
worms bent over the volumes at 4 sous
apiece, or chemists crouched over a re-
tort—Bernardet had been suddenly at-
tracted by a portrait, exposed as an ob-
ject rarer thau the others, in the midst
of this detritus of abandoned luxury or
of past military glory.
Yes, among the tobacco boxes, the
belt buckle, the Turkish poniard,
'watches with broken cases, comtnon-
place Japanese ornaments, a painting,
oval in form, lay there—a sort of large
medallion without a frame, and at first
sight, by a singular attraction, it drew
and held the attention of the police
officer.
"Ah!" said Bernardet out loud, "but
this is singular."
He leaned forward until his nose
touched the cold glass and peered fixed-
ly at the picture. This painting, as
large as one's hand, was the portrait of
a man, and Bernardet fully believed at
the first look he recognized the person
whom the painter had reproduced.
As his shadow fell across the window
Bernardet could not distinctly see the
painting, for it was not directly in the
front line of articles displayed, and he
stepped to one side to see if he could get
a better view. Assuredly, there could
be no doubt, the oval painting was cer-
tainly the portrait of Jacques Dentin.
now accused of a crime. There was the
same high forehead, the pointed beard,
of the same color; the black redingote,
tightly buttoned up and edged at the
neck with the narrow line of a white
linen collar, giving, in resembling a
doublet, to this painting, the air of a
trooper, of a swordsman, of a Guisard
(a partisan of the Duke of Guise), of
the time of Monet.
Something, of a connoisseur in paint-
ing, without doubt, in his quality of
amateur photographer, much awns-
tonied to criticise a portrait if it were
not a perfect likeness, Bernardet found
in this picture a startling resemblance
to Jacques Dentin. It was the very man
himself. He appeared there, his thin
face standing out from its greenish black
somber background; the poise of the
head displayed the same vigor as in the
original; the clear cut features looked
energetic, and the skin had the same
pallor which was characteristic of Dan -
tin's complexion. This head, admirably
painted, displayed an astonishing life
like intensity. It bad been done by a
master hand, no doubt of that, and al-
though in this portrait Jacques Dentin
looked somewhat younger—for instance,
the hair and pointed beard showed no
silvery streaks in them — the resem-
blance was so marvelous that Bernardet
immediately exclaimed, "It is he!"
And most certainly it was Jacques
Dantin himself. The more the officer
examined it the more convinced he be-
gone that this was a portrait of the
man whom he had accompanied to the
cemetery and to prison. But how could
this picture have come into this bric-a-
brae shop, and of whom coolcl the dealer
bave obtained it? A reply to this weal
probably not be very difficult to obtain,
door and found himself in the presence
of a very large woman, with a pale,
puffy face, whioh was surrounded by a
lace cap. Her huge body was enveloped
in a knitted woolen shawl, She wore
spectacles,
CHAPTER XII.
Bernardet, without stopping to salute
her, pointed out the portrait and asked
to see it. When he held it in bis hands,
he found the resemblance still more
startling. It was certainly Jacques Den-
tin. The painting was signed "P. B.,
Bordeaux, 1871." It 'was, oval in shape;
the fraine was gone; the edge was
marked, scratched, marred, as if the
frame bad been roughly torn from the
picture.
"Have you had this portrait a long
time?" he asked of the shopwomans
"1 pee it in the window today for the
first time," the huge woman answered,
"Ob, it is a choice bit! It was painted
by a wicked one."
"Who brought it here?"
"Some one who wished to sell it—a
yessaroy, .11 lt "SWUM lUtateSt you to
know his name"—
"Yes, certainly it would interest sne
to know it," Bernardet replied.
The shopwoman looked at Beruaxclet
defiantly and asked this question:
"Do you know the man whose por-
trait that is?"
"No, 1 do not know bine. But this
reeembles one of any relives. It pleases
me. How inuch is it?"
"A huudred francs," said the big
wornan.
Bernardet suppressed at the wee
time a suddee start and a smile,
"A hundred francs! Diable! How
fast you go l It is worth sous rather
than francs."
"That!" cried the Venni% very in
dignant "That!, But look at this Ilia-
terial, this hackground. It is fatuous, I
tell you. I took it to an expert. At the
public sale it might perhaps bring 1,000
francs. My idea is that it is the picture
of some renowned person, an actor or
a former minister—in fact, some his-
toric) person."
"But one must take one's chance,"
Bernardet replied in a jeering tone.
"But 100 francs is 100 francs. Too
much for sne. Who sold you the paint -
The woman went around behind the
counter and opened a drawer, from
which she took a notebook, in which
she kept a daily record of her sales. She
turned over the leaves.
"Nov. 12, a small oval painting
bought"— She readjusted her specta-
cles as if to better decipher the name.
"1 did not write the name myself.
The man wrote it himself." She spell-
ed out:
"Charles—Charles Breton, Rue de
la Condamine, 16"—
"Charles Breton," Bernardet repeat-
ed. "Who is this Charles Bretou? I
would like to know if he painted. this
portrait, which seems like a family por-
trait, and has come to sell it"—
"You know," interrupted the wom-
an, "that that often happens. It is
business. Ono buys or one sells all in
good time."
".And this Breton, how old was be?"
"Oh, young. About i0 years old.
Very good looking. Dark, with a full
beard."
"Did anything about him especially
strike yon?"
"Nothing!" the woman shortly re-
plied. She had become tired. of these
questions and looked at the little man
with a troubled glance.
Bernardet readily understood, and, as-
suming a paternal, a beaming air, he
said with his sweet smile:
"I will tea fence any more. I will
tell you the truth. I am a police in-
spector, and I find that this portrait
strangely resembles a man whom we
have under l ck and key. You under-
stand that it is very important that I
should kuow all that is to be ascertain
ed about this picture."
"But I have told yoa all I know,
ruonsieur," said the shopkeeper.
"Charles Breton, Rue de la Condamine,
16—that is the name and address. I
paid 20 francs for it. There is the re-
ceipt. Read it, I beg. It is all right.
We keep a good shop. Never have sr"
nay late husband and I, been mixed wf
anything unlawful. Sometimes the bre ;
a-brao is soiled, but our hands and con
sciences have always been clean. Asl
any one along the street about the Wid
ow Colard. I owe no one, and every on
esteems me"—
The Widow Colard would have gon
on indefinitely if Bernardet had no
there which concerns you persomdly.
do not suspect you of receiving stolen
goods. I do not doubt your good faith.
I repeat my question. How much do
you want for this picture?"
"Twenty francs, if yon please. That
is what it cost nee. I do not wish to
have it draw me into anything trouble-
some. Take it for nothing, if that
plesees you."
"Not at all. Lintend to pay you, Of
what are yon thinking, Mine. Colard?"
The shopwomius, had, like alt people
of a certain clam aleorror of the police.
The presence of a police inspector in
her house seemed at once a dishonor
and a lemma She felt herself vaguely
under suspicion, and she felt an impulse
to shout aloud her innocence,
Always sinning, the good roan, with
a gesture like that of a prelate blessing
his people, endeavored to reassure her,
to calm her. But he could do nothing
with her. She would not be appeased.
In the long run this was perhaps as
well, for she unconsciously, without
Slay inteution of aiding justice, put
someclews into Bernardet's hands
which finally aided him in tracing the
man.
Muse. Colard still rebelled, Did they
think she was a spy, an informer? She
had never—no, never—played such a
part. She did not know the young man.
She had bought the picture as she
bought any number of things.
"And what if they should out off his
bead because he had confidence in en-
tering my shop? 1 should never forgive
myself, never."
"It is not going to bring Charles Bre-
ton to the scaffold. Not at all, not at
all, It is only to find out who he is, and
of whom he obtained this portrait.
Once more, did nothing in his face
strike you?"
"Nothing," Mine, Colard responded,
She reflected a moment,
"Ale yes, perhaps. The shape of his
hat. A felt hat with wide brim, some.
thiug like those worn in South Ameri
Ca or Rareros. You know, the kind
they call eorobrero. The only thing I
said to myself was, 'This is probably
souse returned traveler,' and if 1 bad
not seen at the bottora of the pioture
Bordeaux 1 should have thought that
this might be the portrait of some Span -
lard, some Peruvian."
Bernardet looked straight into Mme.
Colard's spectacles and listened intent-
ly, and be suddenly remembered what
Monichebad said of the odd appearance
of the man who had, like the woman in
black, called on M. Revere.
"Some accomplice," thought Berner-
det.
He again asked Mine. Celine the price
of the picture,
"Anything you please," said the WO -
=all, still frightened. Bernardet smiled.
"Come, come! What do you want for
it? Fifty francs, eh? Fifty?"
"Away with your GO frailest 1 place
it at your disposal for nothing if you
need it."
Bernardet paid the sum he had named.
He had always exactly, as if by princi-
ple, a 50 frano note in his pocket000k.
Very little money—a few white pieees
—but always this note in reserve. Ono
could never tell what might hinder him
in his researcbes. He paid, then, this
note, adaing that in all probability
Colard would soon bo cited before
the examining magistrate to tell him
about this Charles Breton.
"I cannot say anything else, for I do
not know anything else," said the huge
widow, whose breast heaved with emo-
tion.
She wrapped up the picture in a piece
of silk paper, then in a piece of news-
paper, which chanced to be the very one
in which Paul Revere had published
hisfamous article on "The Crime of the
Boulevard de Clichy." Bernardet left
enchanted with his "find" and repeated
over and over to himself: "It is very
precious. It is a tidbit."
Should he keep on toward the pre-
fecture to show this "find" to his chief,
or should ho go at once to hunt up
Charles Breton at the address he had
given?
Bernardet hesitated a moment; then
he said to himself that in a case like this
moments were precious; an hour lost
was time wasted, and that as the ad-
dress which Breton had given was not
far away he would go there first. "Rue
de la Condamine, 16"—that was only a
short walk to such a tramper as he was.
He had good feet, a sharp eye and stur-
dy legs. He would soon be at the Bati-
gnolles. He had taken some famous
e tramps in his time, notably one night
when he had scoured Paris in pursuit of
a malefactor. This, he admitted, "td
wearied him a little, but this walk from
the Avenue des Bons -Enfants to the Rue
de la Condamine was but a spurt. Would
he find that a false name and a false ad-
dress had been given? This was but the
infancy of art. lf, however, he found
that this Charles Breton really did live
at that address and that be had given
his true name, it would probably be a
very simple matter to obtain all the in-
formation he desired of Jacques Dentin.
"What do I risk? A short walk,"
thought Bernardet, "a little fatigue.
That can be charged up to profit and
loss."
He hurried toward the street and
number given. It was a large house,
several stories high. The concierge was
sweeping the stairs, having left a card
bearinsbthis inscription tacked on the
front door: "The porter is on the stair-
case." Bernardet hastened up the
stairs, found tbe man and questioned
him. There was no Charles Breton in
the house; there never had been. The
man who sold the portrait had given a
false name and address. Vainly did the
police officer describe the individual
who had visited Mine. Colard's shop.
The man insisted that he had never seen
any one who in the least resembled this
toreador in the big felt hat. It was use-
less to insist! Mme. Clolard had been
deceived. And now how to find in this
immense city of Paris this bird of
passage who had chanced to enter the
bric-a-brac shop. The old adage of "the
needle in the haystack" came to Ber-
price, and I question you about its ad- nardet's mind and greatly irritated him.
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wheat he had looked for, there had been
others whom he had found, and proba-
bly he might still be able to find an-
other trail, Ile had a collaborator who
seldom failed him --chance! It was des.
tiny whia often aided him
Bernardet took an omnibus in his
haste to return to his chief. He was
anxious to show his "find" to M. Le-
riche.. Wlien he reached the prefecture,
he was immediately received. He un-
wrapped the portrait and showed it to
M. Leriche,
"But that is Dentin I" cried the chief.
"Is it not?"
"Without doubt! Dentin when
younger, but. assuredly Dentin! And
where did you dig this up?"
Bernardet related his conversation
with Mme. Colard and hisfruitless visit
to the Rue de la Condamine.
tea BE CONTINUED. J
t
"You know," interrupted the woman,
"that that often happens."
stopped her. She had, at first mention
of the police, suddenly turned pale, but
now she was very red, and her ,anger
displayed itself in a torrent of words.
He stemmed the flood of verbs.
"I do not accuse you, Mme. Colard,
and I have said only what I wished to
say. I passed by chance your shop. I
saw in the window a portrait which re-
sembled some one I kuow. I ask you the
A FAMOUS IRISH JOURNAL.
History of United Ireland, Which Re
Gently Ceased to EXiSt.
More than one weekly Dublin jour
nal bas made history during the last 5(
years, but it may certainly be said tha
none of these created quite such a sen
cation in the country as the little she.
edited by Mr. 'William O'Brien, win
was taken over by tine Irish leader an
the purpose from The Freeman's; our
nal,
Mr. O'Brien soon drew the govern
meat down on biro, and for weeks it
was a senile of hide and seek betwem.
United Ireland and the police. The pe
per was published oue week in Derry,
=other in Liverpool, another in Lon
don, and filially it took up its quartets
in Paris, any thousands of copies et
each issue succeeding 111 runniug tin
gantlet aud reaching the subscribers in
all puts of the islaud, Afterward tin
journaistie exile was allowed to retells,
and the times beiug very hot aud the
paper as bot as the times the circula
tion went up to nearly 100,000, a large
number of purchasers aud subecrieers.
being Thtionists who could not resist
the tempted= of reading the piquant
paragraphs which were always certain
to be found in the sheet.
These paragraphs were, 1 believe,
generally written by Mr. T. M. Healy,
and in those days Mr. Healy was like
the Irish brigade at Fontenoy, fresh
and vehement. In style they remiuded
one of Cobbett, Carlyle and our own
Mitchel all at once, but there was a
vitriolic element about them and a mor.
dant humor all Mr. lieelyit own.
Mr. O'Brien's contributions were the
leading articles, and while they had
not the qualities of Mr. Healy's para-
graphs they sometimes made people's
hair stand on end by the audacity and
startling character of their assertions.
Then, of course, there were libel no-
tions, but I need not refer to the fa-
mous French and Cornwall and Bolton
oases. The turmoil came to an end in
1885, when United Ireland "roared you
like any sucking dove" and became the
stauchest champion of Mr, Glatietothas
measure.
After committee room 15, as znost
people will remember, it took the side
against the Irish leader, Mr. O'Brien at
the tinie being in America; whereupon
Mr, Parnell promptly seized it. For
some years afterward it was edited by
Mr. Minima Leanly, than M. P, for
Sligo, a Nationalist of the literary and
cultured type, aud during this time it
devoted a good deal of attention to the
higher phases of national life, after the
manner of Duffy's Nation. Three or
four years ago it came under the man-
agement of Mr. Harrington, M. P., and
went in for Dublin municipal politics
and the reunion of the Nationalist par-
ties.—Du bl in Cor. Pall Mall Gazette.
GRADE DAIRY COWS,
What Illny Be Done With Good Bulb!
and Native C0WH.
In an article in The Farmer M. B.
Wood favors grade dairy cows and says;
Do not expect that a Guernsey or any
other ball can do himself credit or do
you the good of which he is capable un-
less you give him a fair class of cows
to serve, .As to the kind of cows to se-
lect, take your native cows, aud, as I
have said, select them for performance,
as, I am sorry to say, few fanners are
expert enough to select cows in any
other way, and, after all, performance
is a sure thing. I suggest native cows
for the reason that you will be We to
build up a more uniform herd from na-
tive dams than you will from a miscel-
laneous lot of mixtures of several
bre.eds, because the impressibility of
your sire will bo =eb more apparent
when none of it is needed to conutmact
characteristics of other iteeede. .Keep
the cows that test rich in butter fat,
that give an even flow for a long time,
instead of a large flow for a short time;
those which inilk up close to calving
Ouse and whieh have good, well quer•
tered udders, with fair sized teats set
well apart both from front to back and
side to side, Keep them when they
have roomy Abdomens, as the more fetd
a cow can cousuuse with profit the bet-
ter she is.
When you start to build up a herd of
Quernsey grades, stick to them, as your
A Soldier of Fortune.
Count Leontieff (he is a count by the
graco of Menelek), the friend and
mentor of Henri d'Orleo.ns, when 19
years of age, was a simple soldier in a
Cossack regiment, and baying boxed his
officer's ears was sentenced to death.
He managed to escape from prison on
the eve of the day appointed for his ex-
ecution and wandered as far as Abys-
sinia, where be engaged in the contra-
band trade of introducing arms into
that country from Birmingham during
the ]ate war between the Abyssinians
and Italy.
Menelek, learning to appreciate his
good qualities, sent him as his embas-
sador, first of al] to Constantinople, and
then to St. Petersburg. The young
czar's counselors wanted to have the
ex -Cossack arrested and shot, but their
master accorded the embassador the
fullest diplomatic immunity, and has
now charged him on behalf of the Rus-
sian empire with an official mission to
his former master. He is financed by
Russian and British speculators. —Argo-
naut.
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GRADE GUERNSIOr COW.
second and tbird crosses will show the
wisdom of your choice much better
than the first cross. Don't buy a Guern-
sey and then a Holstein and then a Jer-
sey and tben something else, because
you will not have anything when you
get through. Tifis disposition to shift
around, together with another prevalent
disposition, amounts for the mongrel
character and appearance of the cattle
in a great many sections of the coun-
try.
We will say, now that you leave
bought your bull and havo your first
crop of heifer calves, give them good
care. I do not mean to fatten them as
for veal, but feed thein enough bran,
oats, barley, to keep them growing
throughout the first year. Wbon they
are about 15 months old, look them
over, and all that havo not good consti-
tutions should be disposed of; the others
should be served by their own sire. This
is inbreeding, but it will intensify your
blood and your inbred three-quarter
bloods will be as strong in the breed
characteristics as ordinary seven -eighths
bloods. They will also be richer in but.
ter fats than if not inbred.
Centenary of Gas Lighting.
Electricity has now so largely sup-
planted the older methods of illumina-
tion that people have almost forgotten
that this ysar is the centenary of gas
lighting, coal gas having been first ap-
plied to economic uses by William Mur-
doch in 1798, although it was not in-
troduced iuto London until 1807. In
1825, when meter reckoning came into
general use, the rate charged was 15
shillings per 1,000 cubic feet, subject
to a discount of 5 per cent for prompt
payment. At a later date 12 shillings
was charged, and in 1834, three years
before Queen Victoria ascended the
throne, a further reduction was made,
the price becoming 10 shillings per
1,000 cubic feet.—London Telegraph.
Fr01111. His Point of View.
"Did you see the story of that fellow
with only $800 who succeeded in fail-
ing for $80,000?"
"Sure."
"What do you think of it?"
"Well, I wouldn't like to do it sny-
self, but I would like to be able to do
it."
Truly, a man who ie able to fail for
such a sum under such circumstances
ought to be able .to make a pretty good
and the police officer pushed back the vent epee your shop. There is nothing' But, after all, there had been others living without failing.—Chicago Post.
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MAKING MILK.
Much Depends Upon the People Who
Own the COWS.
The man who owns the cows, says
Hoard's Dairyman, is the one who
makes the milk. He can make little or
much of it. He can make it clean or
dirty, cheap or expensive. In fact, he
can vary the milk to suit himself. The
cow is only a complicated apparatus in
which he burns his various fodders and
out ef which be obtains his fiuished
product in the shape of milk. Like all
other machines, the cow is subject to
the laws of thermodynamics. She must
Ilse a certain amount of her fodder to
keep the vital machinery in motion.
This includes the keeping of the auimal
heat at the right point, the circulation
of the blood, thirdigestion of food, the
elaboratiou of milk and all the other
vital actions which go to make up the
life of the animal.
Experimeuts have shown that it re-
quires 16 pounds of dry organic matter
to keep this machinery in motion—that
is, to keep the animal alive and in
health. From the rest of the food given
above that weight the dairyman may
expect greater or less returns in the
form a milk. Here comes the first
point. Now, how much fodder does it
take to keep that cow? Sixteen pounds
or 20 ponuds? There is a wide margin
here—all the difference between profit
and loss. Ask the cow and see wbat she
says. If she is using twice as much
fodder as she ougbt to to keep her ma-
chine in motion, then she is nota profit-
able animal. If she oanuot use the ex-
cess of feed given ber over her rnainte-
mince ration to produce a profitablo
amount of butter fat, elm is not worth
keeping and should be disposed of as
soon as possible.
No dairyman can afford. under pres-
ent conditious, or even under any con.
claims, to keep animals that eat food
that they cannot return a greater value
for the milk pail, If he does keep such
animals, bis progress down the finan-
cial hill is neither slow nor consforta-
ble. His life is oue long struggle against
conditions that be might change if he
only would. There are many roads that
lead to loss of profit on the farm, but
the broadest, smoothest road with the
steepest downward pitch is the one
traveled by the unprofitable cow.
Where the Bacteria Come From.
We might ask where they do not come
from and have a very smell list of
places for an answer. They come from
everywhere where there is dust. Noth-
ing escapes them, everything is infected
with them. Fortunately by far the
greater per cent of them are harmless,
and we forget that they aro always pres-
ent with us. It is only when the dairy-
man finds his milk off that he begins to
inquire as to their birthplace and
habitat. Perhaps the most prolifio place
around the faris the cowbouse and
its surroundings. The decomposing ma-
nure and urine form a nest in which
bacteria multiply by millions. The silo
adds its portion. The holes and corners,
in which damp food is left to sour, hold
other legions, and in fact every place
where organic matter and water come
together is a source of germs that come
forth to give the dairyman trouble.
There are many places where bacteria
are useful and in their proper place, but
be sure that the milk pail is not among
the number. No germs belong there.
The corners should not hold bacteria
nor the cracks bacilli. See that the sides
are not contaminated with micrococci,
nor the bottom with diplocceci. Keep
them in the manure and the silo, where
they belong. There they are at home,
but in the milk pail they can only cause
more kinds of trouble than is necessary,
end the life of a dairyman is not so full
of gayety that he can afford to decrease
it in the least by want of attention to
those small bodies which are at Guce bi
bane and bis neoessity.—Hoard's Dairy-
man.
Rutter In Paraguay.
Consul Ruffin of Paraguay says that
the butter supply for that country
comes mainly from Europe and is in-
ferior to that made in the United States.
He thinks the euperior quality of Araeria
can butter would insure its rapid sale,
and states that the retail price is from
S5 to 40 cents, gold, per pound. For-
eign butter, however, pays a 50 per
cent duty. The consul suggests the fol-
lowing innocent tricks of the trade:
"Let any butter manufacturer cater to
the whims of the people by placing on
his small cans a picture of the president
of Paraguay, or those of some of the
leading statesmen, and an old historic
house or two, which would catch the
eye of the people and cause it to be
talked about. This would give popu-
larity to the American brand and ought
to lead to quick and profitable sales.
Nothing of this sort exists in the come -
Another Use For Shimmilk.
The daily papers during the past
week have described in rather glowing
language a new process by widish skim -
milk can bo made into a substitute for
eggs. Much of the enthusiasm with
which this product has been greeted by
the papers may be attributed to the ig-
norance of the average reporter on dairy
subjects and to the wish to make a good
readable article. The 'manufacture of
casein into a substitute for natural milk
is not by auy means now. It has boon
tried at intervals for many years, and,
although success bas been attained, the
question of cost has always prevented
its competition with either whole or
skim It has been also well known
for several years that milk could bo so
treated as to make in some degree n sub-
stitute for eggs, but the nature of the
substitute is not such that it will re-
place successfully the egg in but few
particulars, It differs entirely in its
physical properties from egg albumee,
and consequently its action in cooking
is different. This does not mean that
there is not a place for a food product
like the one mentioned. If a preparation
of milk can be placed on the murkot at
a price that will enable people to make
a constant use of so valuable a food, it
would be of the greatest benefit both to
the consumer and the dairyman. There
is an immense quantity of valuable food
in the form of skimmilk going to waste
every year in the country, and a large
number of poor people in the cities
would 'be only too glad to make use of
the article if it conld be put within
their reach. The man who will do this
will be a benefactor both to the city
man and the dairyman, and it may be
that this is the first step in this direc-
tion. We hope so.—Hoard's Dairyman.
Gravity or Dilution Separators.
.A recent bulletin by Professor Wing
of Cornell university gives the results
of some trials with what are sold under
the names of dilution or gravity sepa-
rators. The plan of the companies mak-
ing these so called dilution or grav-
ity separators is to keep all references
to their system out of the dairy papers
and depend upon traveling agents to
sell the apparatus to the fermata. The
plan of dilution was proposed some
years ago and shown, according to Pro-
fessor Wing, to be considerable of an
advantage when the milk is set at 60
degrees F., but that it does not take the
place of ice water. The claims made by
these companies for their apparatus are
extravagant and were not borne out by
careful experiments. Although the ma-
chines were called separators, there
was nothing about them entitling them
to such a name, as they were simply
tin cans with a few fixtares. When
tried according to directions, it was
found the results were not equal to
those obtained by the Cooley creamer
or other deep setting systems and were
no better than the results from the old
fashioned shallow pan system. Several
tests were also made of skimnsilk from
farmers using these cans, with an aver-
ageresult of 1 per cent cif fat remaining
unseparated.—New York Produce Re-
view.
Use Much Milk.
As is well known, milk is an impor-
tant' factor in the manufacture of Cara-
mels. Two years ago the farmers around
Bloomington kept only enough cows to
supply themselves and sometimes a
family or two besides The caramel
company seems to have changed all
this. Many farmers now realize that it
is the byproducts that afford the great-
est profit. Besides the fertilizers obtain-
ed from the keeping of cows, tbe profit
from the sale of the milk has already
paid more than the solo raising of corn
Or , oats. -- Bloomington (Ills.) Pauta-
,