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NABOTH'S VINEYARD,
CHABTDR. I. that she is not in the hands of an in-
' "But it is such a pretty schemed vestment -seeking ogre; and, es a mat-
ter of fact. I don't believe she knows
Beath. The place has been my envy , the name of her prineipal oreditor.
for years; and now to let such an op- l sWThat do you say to running over one
portunity go by would be almost like
flying in the face of Providence,"
Colonel Sandhurst spoke very warm-
ly; in a way, indeed, wkieb was quite.' "Yea, i see you haven't pluck enough
a contrast to his usual calm judicious to face Mrs. Charlesworth, But, as
utterances. He had his long neatly clad you are bound to meet some time, the
limbs planted very widely apart be- better. I am going out there this af-
Eore the Eirepiace of Mr„ Heath's pre- ternoon, and will mention it."
The Colonel nodded slightly with a
vete office; while the latter gentle- perplexed smile on his lips, but he did
man sat at a desk stabbing a blotting- not answer, for the simple reason that
pad with a penknife, as if he were Air. Heath was right. There was .ft
slaughtering his client's arguments as momentary silence between them, le
slaw
g which the humorous conversation of the
they Dropped up, hydra-headed, before cabmen could be distinctly heard.
this legal Hercules, 1 mean to remain in the neigh -
"It is a pretty scheme," said he, bworhoodayoranottill herthis ," reeliemattd theor is ex -d
ra
th; settledgooone
n
with a certain dry irritation, "I've at lenganFrank will probably
seen plenty of them in my time—most- join me at the Green Dragon later on.
ly failures. And I don't mind telling And if it is a question of another thou-
sand you will not find me obdurate."'
you in all candour that 1 hope this With this parting magnificence the eol-
will be one,—Why can't you leave Mrs. onel extended his neatly gloved head,
Oharlesworth alone? Hare you bave and took his way down the dark stairs,
ane of the most beautiful places in Sus- and thence into the High Town with
sex, a handsome almost princely m- the air of a man who bas discharged a
delicate commission in an eminently
come to keep it up, andyet nothings praiseworthy fashion.
but the possession of Fernleigh will con -1 But if he felt on such excellent terms
tent you." with himself, not so Mr. Heath. The
nee there is no house 1 worthy solicitor was fain to own him -
"But don't
youself beaten, and handsomely beaten at
on my property down here?—three that, for it is really hard to quarrel
t'h'ousand acres in a ring -fence with with a man who insists upon making a
Ferule' h and its five hundred rightl total stranger a present of sedum good
�g round sum as three thousand and some
in the centre. It seems very hard. I odd hundreds of pounds.
"It is a great deal 'harder for my 1 Mr. Heath felt genuinely sorry for
poor elient, Mrs. Oharlesworth, to his old friend and elient, Mrs. Charles -
turn out of her old home.—Oh 1 of worth; a sympathy none the less keen
becavae at one time, many years ago,
course as mortgage you have a per- there had been the dream of a home
feet right fo foreclose, and I am a' over which Margaret Bay was to have
great fool to allow sentiment in bust-
" held the undisputed sway and sover-
eignty. As the practical business mmennese,gazed out through the grimy
Yell, ' don't know," said the gal-
lant warrior hesitatingly; it seems al-
most like an intrusion, and in anything
but the best taste. You see 1"—
"But if the woman can't afford to
live there, what right has she to stay?"
"Cannot you understand that if this
long-delayed Chancery business was
concluded, she would have ample means?
I wish you would abandon this plan,
,Sandhurst; I do indeed. If you only
.knew how attached the poor little wo-
man is to her home; how happy she
is there with her daughter, and her
blind boy—there hang it, you couldn't
do it1 Of course I am a weak-minded
old man, but"—
The Colonel pulled his long mous-
taches in some .perturbation of spirit.
Usually speaking, he was a kind-heart-
ed. individual enough, and really felt
very sorry for Mrs. Oharlesworth's un-
merited misfortunes. But at the same
time it is very annoying, as most land-
ed proprietors know, to have a long
stretch of some one else's property ex-
actly in the center of your own. And,
moreover, the Bartonsham estate was
celebrated for its preserves, while the
unhappy owner of Fernleigh had no
sympathy with the pursuit of either
loxes or pheasants. Colonel Sandhurst
had no personal antipathy to his neigh-
bor: nevertheless, when an opportuni-
ty offered for a heavy mortgage, he
jumped at the chance. and now that
more than two years' interest was in
arrear, andthe Colonel in a position to
foreclose at any moment, the tempta-
tion was too strong to be resisted.
I do not see why I should drag a
lot of sentiment into the matter," he
said reflectively. "Of course I am very
sorry, and all that kind of thing; but
if I don't have it, some one else will,
you Bee."'
Z am afraid so," the lawyer groan-
ed parenthetically. "I see that plainly
enough,"
"Very well, then. Again, if it comes
to a sale, I shall probably be run up
to a fancy sum by one or more of the
lady's friends.—Come, I will make you
a proposition. li'1y mortgage is for
seven thousand five hundred, and for
this the property is legally mine. But
I don't want to appear grasping, Sup-
aannother sve call
vlo it
five hundredd I yfor
your client. I call that a fairly gen-
erous offer."
Mr. Heath dug his, knife three times
in rapid succession into the blotting -
pad and dropped it with a sigh of de-
feat. Of course it was a generous of-
fer, an extreme. generous offer, and
yet beyond the folded blue papers and
red tape and tin boxes, there was be-
fore his mind's eye a picture framed
by a long avenue of ancient fruit -trees;
the vision of a gentle -faced little lady their bonnets. They have been }waiting
with a blind lad leaning an her arm, for such an event for nearly 300 years,
and the last words she had said to him so they would not be taken by sur -
were
ringing m his ears now. They prise. A bugler would blow a blast,
were such simple words, too: "If I a sentinel would present arms as the
lose this,'" she hall said with a wistful
glance, h'I lose all hope—not for my- royalof
hBloodygtoverandnder beltedato the
self, but for the children."Queen's house. The humble female
I
should like to'refuse it," like, meta- housekeeper would hand over the keys
ad the lawyer. I shouid nota- to the lord stewart, the treasurer, the
phorieally speaking, to throw your comptroller, the master of the royal
port -
:fingers in
your face and snap my household., or the first gentleman port-
fimgers at your, legal rights. It all er and the next morning the world
Domes of this atrocious sentimeet; and t
the worst of it is that your offer is so might read that the Talar of the first
magnitieent, that, speaking as a man empire on the earth had sought safety
of business, I dare not refuse it; only in the Tower.
you must give us a week to think it iffy The curious and interesting commun-
over,"n ity which dwells within the boundaries
Colonel Sandhurst smiled benignly, and hasof the Tower
iitsat he d Lieut 1,000 s ail-
Mil -
and expanded, as a man will who is man, the residential locum tenons for
for
conscious of having done a generous the sovereign end the major of the
action. "Fernleigh is a beautiful old g
house," he observed complacently, "and Tower, Gen. Milman, although more
will be the very place for Frank and than 70 years of age, is still .ala and
his bride. The old soldiers are pretty
hearty, and besides being a courteous
tough in, a general way; but hard. ger- offloial is one of the bravest soldiers
vice begins to tell after fifty, and I that ever donned the Queen's uniform.
should like to see boy settled be- It is he who shares with Greco Darling
fore long., Ethel Morton is an SX -
medal
distinction of receiving the gold
tremely nice girl, and will make the medal of the Royal Humane Society,
lad a good }wife. ' only two of which awards were, ever
Provided always, as we say, that the :made.
lad is willing. I wouldn't set my heart TES LIFE LINE
too firmly upon that match, if .f were
you, Colonel. Captain Frank is no Starting from the baso of the big toe
tengger a boy, to be commanded into
atremony."
VM -
doves, memory was very busy with him,
jumbled up strangely with business in-
stincts and vague abadowy plans for
Margaret Cbarlesworth's welfare. The
old bachelor's heart was still green
enough to realize the poignant sorrow
which the loss of her home would be to
the only woman who had ever caused
his pulses to beat the faster. And as
he drove along the deep country Ines
an hour later, he seemed more strong-
ly to realize what a wrench it would
be. In the valley, lay Fernleigh, its
twisted ohimney stacks above the belt
of immemorial elms, where the rooks
were busy, and doves crooned in the
Peaceful silence of the afternoon. But
a stone's -throw down the road between
high hedges, where violet and foxglove
and dogrosea were blooming, were the
gates, moss -grown and rusted, but still
beautiful, for they had coma from the
foundry of Quintin Matsys, carri-
ed hither more than two hundred years
ago by some art -loving Hay, who had
followed the profession of the sword,
as gentlemen
el tlemen did in those days. Be -
gates lay a short circular
sweep leading to the house, a gray
stone building with pointed gables rich-
ly carved with birds and flowers, as
one sees them occasionally in districts
where the soldiers of the Common-
wealth failed to penetrate; while on
either side of the smoothly shaven
lawn, with its spreading copper beeches,
was a sloping bank topped by a thick
laurel hedge, beyond which lay the
gardens, each enclosed by high stone
walls.
(To be continued.)
TOWER OF OF LONDON.
It Is the neat. Residence of tie, Sovereigns
or England.
The Tower of London—once a fortress,
a royal residence, a court of justice, a
prison—is now a Government store-
house, though beyond this it shares with
Niagara and the Pyramids the position
of first show place in the world. The
Tower is also the only real, proper and
formal metropolitan residence of the
sovereigns of England. Buckingham
palace, St. Tames' palace, Kensington
pylac° ,are merely temporary quarters
for roylty in times of peace. Were an
alien foe to land upon our shores and
march toward London, it is to the Tow-
er that the reigning monarch would re-
pair. The Queen's house is in a state
of perpetual readiness, and it would
scarcely b enecessary to send a message
to the Governor. Ono fine morning a
carriage would drive under the By-
word tower, Four stalwart warders
present their truncheons.
"Who goes there?"
"The Queen" (or King), would be the
reply, as the warders loyally doffed
"Ile was always a very, obedient son,
though; and by Java, sir, one to be
proud of. Of course you heard all
about that Victoria Cross and the fear-
ful wound he receive& but ho will be
here next week to answer for himself.
In his last letter he says that the six'
Months et Madeira have quite set him
up again, If anything had happened
to him"-- Here the speaker paused
and hummed a fragment of. operatic
music wttb, a great show of palpably
assumed gaiety; while Mr. Heath
looked across Castleford'B principal
street, deeply, interested in the free -
sous conversation of two cabmen in the ,
Mir lne sleepy squat° below,
"Would you like to go over Fern
-
',eight" he asked suddony, his mind still
dwelling uneasily on the Old topic,
Would ease my client s mind to know ,
Ogilvie Whittleehurch.
there is a distinct line. This is the life
lino, In one foot it will curve along
until it trminates under the instep far
toward the lover base of the little toe.
This means long 1ife. If broken in the
hollow of too foot it denotes a sickness
at middle age, and if it terminates in
the hollow of the foot it meanse short
life, This line is the most interesting
one on the Loot. The experiments Mae
have been conducted lately have prov-
ed. this to be an almost unfauling read-
ing of longevity.,
TWO WAYS.
First, Dame --Do you ever go through
your husband's pockets in the morning?
Second Dame—Lluhl Catch me wait -
ng until morning. I go through them
hetero he goes out in the evening,
aCH'APTER V.
Before Rimington 'hart gone many
yards in the dir'eetiop of the cliff the
moon became obscured; but he was able
to make pretty straight for where be
had seen the man lie down, In a few
minutes he espied him, lying like a log,
a few paces on his right, He advanc-
ed, and was just stooping down to shake
to his senses, when the seaming in-
ebriate jumped up, and, springing at
him with all his force, endeavoured to
throw him over the cliff.
On occasions like this, ideas rush
through the brain with lightning like
rapidity, time, indeed, being almost a
negligible quantity. But, though the
thinking powers are at a maximum, the
capacity for putting the thoughts into
practice and profiting by the oonolu-
sion arrived at, becomes almost nil. The
brain, so to speak, divides from the
nerves, which, since they can no longer
keep pace with it, it leaves behind, and
rushing on through, it may be, an an-
alysis of the circumstances, it may be
a retrospect of previous events, leaves
to the inferior organs, banked up by a
sort of instinct, the practical task of
saving the whole. Sooner or later, how-
ever, hie normal condition of affairs
is resumed and all the faculties, men-
tal and physical, act once more in uni-
son. The time it takes for this to hap-
pen varies with the individual. It sel-
dom exceeds a second or two, and its
length may be said to be more or lass
a gauge of hie practical ebaracter, and
fitneas for responsibility. In plain
English, it is nothing more or less than
the time he takes to regain bis presence
of mind.
With Rimington, accustomed and
trained to act promptly in emergencies,
that time was almost inappreciable; but
short as it was, it had sufficed for him
to recognise Miller, able seaman in tele
Maharanee, to speculate on his motives,
and come to the conclusion that he must
either be the victim of a drunkard's
frenzy, or. of mietaken identity. Soon,
however, these speculations ceased, and
all 'his energies were enlisted in the
desperate struggle, on which, it seem-
ed, depended 'his very life. Both men
were strong, and at first the contest
was fairly equal. Rimington, however,
was encumbered by his thick greatcoat,
and this told on him more every second.
He felt that he was being slowly but
surely forced nearer the edge of the
cliff. So far, the struggle had been
carried on in silence; now he shouted
for help. With an oath, his opponent,
tried i.e. put his hand over his mouth,
and, in so doing, partially threw back
his hood. Just before, lie had been
gathering himself together for a final
throe; but when he saw Rimington's
features, he suddenly started back,paus-
ed a second, and then saying, "Great
God! it's Mr. Rimington," made off at
the top of his speed.
" Hi Stop him 1 Help 1" cried Riming -
ton, giving chase, for he had no mind
to let him off so easily.
" Hullo! What is it?" cried a voice
from the direction of Rose Cottage.
It was that of a young man, who, see-
ing how things were, ran to cut off
the fugitive. He judged his direction
well, and at first it looked as if, between
the two, Miller would be secured. The
latter, however, had a goon start of the
stranger, and was greatly assisted by
the darkness of the night. He was al-
so a good runner, so that, althoughthe
chances seemed against him at first,
he managed to give both his pursuers
the slip.
The latter now turned to speak to
each other. "Hullo! Rimington," cried
Forward; "I'm awfully glad to see you
back. But what on earth has been hap-
pening?"
That's more than I can tell you,"
replied the other, ' At least, if I can
tell you wnibat has been happening, I
certainly cant imagine why it has hap-
pened, I walked home from the station,
and just as I got to the door, 1 saw
a man—tipsy, as I thought—close to the
edge of th° oliff. I went to see what
I could do for him; but I soon found
that the obligation was more likely to
be on the other side—he very nearly did
for me."
Hoe ?"
"Simply enough. He tried to throw
me over the cliff. Indeed, 1 thought
he would have done it too; but luckily
for me, just as I thought that it was
all up, my hood got shoved aside, and
he ,recognised me, started back as if
he had been shot, and ran away. So
horn Lam, all aver mud and very glad
that it's no worse."
You nay that he recognised you.
Do you know the man, then?'
Yes ; I do, and that is the strangest
part of it all. He was a seaman in the
Maharanee, a man called Miller.
" Charles I1filler0"
" Yes.—Why, do you know him?"
"I do know something of him, and
what made mo ask was that I thought
I recognised him as he was running
across the common. What are you go-
ing to do now 0—Inform the police?"
' Well, I really scarcely know. It all
seems ao incomprehensible. He evident-
ly did not wish to murder me—that is,
when he saw who I was—because he
couldnot have bad a better chance. I
can hardly believe that the man goes
in for highway robbery. He certainly
never tried to take my watch. Bali I
suppose that the best plan will be to
inform the police as you suggest."
Approved," replied Forward, " with
one amendment. S am going home, and
the police station is on my way,, so
I'll. look out for that. You go straight
home"
' It's very good, of you.—Thanks very
Much."
Not the least trouble in the world,"
said Forward; " good -night. There is
something I want to tell you; but this
business ought to be done as soon as
possible e and I think that Mrs. Rim-
ington willtell yea all about it to -mor-
row manning; so I won't stay. Good-
night again."
"Good -night."
The next morning when he came
down. Remington found has mother
awaiting ham, bee not Mary. "Why,
mother," he sand, 'where's that sister
of mine? I thought that she was an
r. _err
"MaryLLtvoa't be long," she replied. long talk in private, of which it is
walk it never pays to stereo even
"Perhaps she knows that I have some- only IloaellsarY to give the hist few
thing to talk to you about " Mrs. Rim- . words. " taking It all together, sir, , a scrub cow, it is worse than fool -hardy
ington spoke seriously,, and her son saw I don't thank there is any nese," Bald
that she had something of importance the imametor. "I sup ore (haat the
to communicate,
" What has happened?" he asked,
proposed " Your friend, Ogilvie Forward, has
ted
him, and I have Miley.
proved of her ohShe has oioa.
He spoke to me about it yesterday morn-
ing, and Colonel Forward wasihere in
the afternoon,"
Well, mother," he replied, as soon
as be bad completed a very long -drawn
whistle., " you know him better than I
do. Still, f bave seen quite enough of
Ogilvie Forward to be able to congratu-
late Mary from the bottom of my heart,
as far as his character goes. But what
h� ane 0"
about s money
Colonel Forward is vary liberal
about that, He has offered to buy and
furnish a house here at Whitby, and
is going to settle twenty thousand
pounds on them, in addition to Ogil-
vie's present allowance, on the day
(bat they are married. It might not
be thought very much by dome people;
but our Mary's husband will be bet-
ter off in this world's goods than her
mother was; and if she loves him, and
he will make her a good husband, what
should we have to say against it?"
It is ?bard to lose Mary,, mother;
but, as you say, it is her happiness, not
ours, that we must care about,—What
did you tell Ogilvie?"
I gave flim my consent, and I ans-
wered for yours. There was something
else which he asked me to toll you;
Mary, of course, knows it too. He is
not really Colonel Forward's son, Who
he really is, who his parents were, be
does not know. The colonel adopted
him from a workhouse in the south of
England. Of course it was right of
him to tell us; but at the same time
we know ' him and like him for himself,
and I told him that it could make no
possible difference."
No, mother; certainly not," replied
her son. Then he added, as if struck
by a sudden thought. "Did be tell you
}what his name was originally?"
No, dear. Why?"
? ' Ole nothing. I had an idea ; but
it is much too improbable to be worth
consideration. I suppose. though, that
his Christian name is the same as it
was before. But never mind; 'here
comes Mary. Now, my lady,, aren't you
ashamed of yourself.? Yes; it's no good
blushing. Mother's been telling me
what you do when I'm at sea. Who is
going to fill my pipe in future, 'should
like to know? However, I suppose that
on
th'e wholetI be
011tdoaaoa'Now, go
and make the tea."
After breakfast, Rimington announc-
ed his intention of going to look is
Forward. When he arrived at Colonel
Forward's Ibouse, the bell was answer-
ed by Ogilvie himself, but looking so
strangely disarranged and wild, that
be could not help asking him if any-
thing was the matter.
Yes ; something is the matter," he
replied, "and it�h'as made ma the unhap-
piest of men. But come in, and let me
tell you about it."
Old Colonel Forward was seated at
the breakfast table, from which the re-
mains of that meal had not been cleared
away. Rising as Rimington entered, he
shook him by the hand, saying at the
same time: "I suppose that Ogilvie has
already told you about our misfortune?
Poor boy, it is hard for him to bear.
For myself it does not matter; but for
your sister and him it is hard, very
hard."
No, sir," replied Rimington ; "I
don't know what your trouble is ; but it
must be very great to affect you thus."
This, then, will tell you," said the
old man, putting into his hand a busi-
ness -looking letter which lay upon the
table. It was the announcement of the
failure of a Mining Company.
Remington read it through, and then
put it down and looked at the colonel
for further information.
My, whole fortune was in that un-
dertaking," he said simply ; " and now
my son and I are penniless."
And now," said Ogilvie, " you know
why I am the unhappiest man in the
world. Yesterday, I would not have
called the Tzar my uncle. Now—what
is there left for me to do but to tall
your sister that I have not enough to
offer her a meal, let alone a roof to—"
But, Forward, you don't think that
Mary, you cannot think that she—"
"That she would turn me away if
I came to 'bier a beggar in rags? No;
God forbid! But in 'honor I cannot now
ask her to be my wife. You don't un-
derstand lbw Tam laced. It's not as
if I had a couple of p hundred, or even
one hundred a year left. Than, with
my pay, we could live in India, a sol-
dier and' his wife; and my father would
come too. That was my one hope when
first this cursed latter came, Butt we
shall not have a farthing,literally not
a farthing—except Ibis house and the
clothes we stand in. I must leave the
army. But she will wait," he added,
passionately, "Say, as her brother,that
I may ask her to wait. My father and
I are going out to Australla, and I
will work as never man worked vet to
make a home for him and her. It can
gain 'nothing to put off telling her ; I
will. go at once."
' Wait a minute," cried Remington,
aa' Ogilvie was leaving the room, "I
can't tell what, but something says
that there is yet hope. It is a very
small chance ; but the thought of it
crossed my mind thus morning, and I
can't 'help thinking of it. You were
not always called Forward. What was
your name before?"
W'hittlechurob."
Without Baying a word, Rimington
burst out laughing. It, was now Ogil-
vie's turn to look surprised.
' Why, man you are a millionaire;
There is a fortune waiting for you."
"What ?"
"I mean exactly what I say. There
Is a fortune waiting for Ogilvie Whit-
tleehurcb, and there are detectives
scouring the country to find him—to
find you."
At this moment there was a ring at
the bell, and the maid brought in a
card: "Mr. J'. Pryer, Deteotive Depart-
ment, Scotland Yard." At the bottom
was written in panel.:," To speak with
Captain Forward on important busi-
ness."
" Why, here's 'the very man!" cried
Remington laughing. He already looks
on you as a millionaire, and shows it
by giving you brevet rank., Well; I'm
off, and shall expect you at Rose Cot-
tage in an hours time at the latest,
holding your head up with all the dignity
gge�anntleman's death would be no %dean-
tale to this Beraano now 6'"
No."
"Thee, site I think that the best
thing to do will be to leave matters
as they aro. You see you have no proof
and the mato is oat of the country by
now. If the sailor had actually attack-
ed your friend, the case would be weak
enough ; but as it stands, I call it
ho less."
insiugton thanked the inspector and
walked home,
{Iiia another was sitting in the gar-
den. 'He could see Ogilvie and alis sis-
ter walking together by the sea,
Georgie," said Mrs, Remington,
"how long shall you Who ashore?"
Nearly three months,'
"I thought so; and that was why
we've just settled that the marriage
shall take place towards the end of
November,"
(The Encl.)
PRACTICAL FARMING.
FALL AND 1\TINTER PLOWING.
The strongest argument against the
above practice is that the naked soil loses
nitrates from leaching and evaporation;
yet much of the land that could be fall
and winter plowed is almost devoid of
vegetation. And against this claim that
nitrates are lost comes the very common
belief that after (seasons of extreme
drouth, followed by a favorable one,
large crops are expected and harvested.
The belief is that the droath has much
to do with disintegrating the solid par-
ticles of the soil and putting the plant
food in a soluble condition. If this is
true, much of the force of the argument
against fall and winter plowing is lost.
The phenomenal yields of spring -plant-
ed crops fife year are strong supporters
of the dry °weather theory. Last year,
before the calendar marked the open-
ing of spring, we had one-half of the
land intended for corn plowed. We
had once tried plowing deeper than usu-
al in the spring, much to the detriment
of the succeeding crop. Last fall when
we started the plow we set it to run
an inch or more deeper than the land
had ever been plowed before, feeling
that the winter and spring freezing
would destroy its organic nature and
render it in proper condition to feed
the succeeding crops. This deepening of
the soil we did not dare undertake with
the spring plowing. One reason we
were anxious to try fall and winter
p owing was tba,t when not done till
spring it often become a very laborious
job before being completed. Much of
our soil is a stiff clay, and often in the
spring we find it in a most undesirable
condition to plow, and on this account
the plowing sometimes extended well
into the planting season, resulting in
the wearing out of teams. During the
winter the teams are not regularly em-
ployed, and can better be kept in thrift
by the exercise at the ploy on favorable
days, the plowing in fall and winter
being done without a bruise or a strain.
'We have on the farm a fere spots of
red, stiff Olay that can seldom be spring
plowed satisfactorily. These we want-
ed to give the action of frost after
plowing: While plowing last fall and
winter we were as carelul to have the
soil in proper condition as when w° did
the plowing in the spring. Sometimes
farmers who practice fall and winter
plowing are not careful as to the con-
dition of the soil, but plow it verwet,
the water often settling in the furrow
before tike next fills it. They argue that
the freezing weather will overcome the
injury done. We cannot bring our-
selves to the point of unnecessarily ab-
using the soil, but aim always to plow
when the soil will crumble as it leaves
the moldboard of the plow., Excepting
five rounds played last winter, when
the soil was too wet, the remainder was
plowed in proper order. In walking
across the field any time before the
land was worked for spring planting,
we could easily note the strip, that was
pawed too wet. This remained hard
and compact as compared with the fri-
able condition of the remainder of the
field.. The black soil of the field be-
came very loose and mellow, and also
the red clay points. These latter were
in the best condition we ever knew at
plauting time. The greater part of the
fields is stiff clay of a lighter color.
This settled very compactly, excepting
strips four or five feet wide directly
over the tile drains. These strips were
as mellow as the black soil. Brom a
previous experience had years ago, we
feared that we would have trouble in
getting this compact cloy soil in ord-
er.
We knew that a disc harrow with
sufficient horseflesh would do the work,
but at that time we did not bave this
necessary tool. In its stead we used an
Acme harrow, which did good surface
work, but not as deep lis we thought
most desirable. Unclornoath this. sur-
face seed -bed the soil seemed almost as
solid as it it had not been plowed, and
we wore very doubtful of securing the
desired yield of corn. In cultivating the
corn, the soil was not stirred any deep-
er than the harrow left it. During the
whole season the soil underneath this
surface work remained compact and
solid. From the black soil ,that was
loose end mellow as deep as plowed we
expected the largest yield of corn. But
in this for once we were disappointed,
as the clay land did best. Nov we do
not know whether to attribute this to
the season entirely, or to the condition
of the soil; nor do we know whether
the solid condition of the clay soil }vas
for or against the large yield obtained.
Had we not fall and winter plowed, we
would have had a very, hard time get-
ting the plowing done in time in the
of Myur new-f°and thousands." spring. 11 fall and winter plowing the
ilio firm visit was th° police eta- horse supply can be materially reduced,
tion, where some ver startling news as the spring work will be mush ra-
tion, g dwell in volume, and, besides, it en-
ables the farmer to keep his crop work
picked up at the foot of the cliff,.,1 ust aheadand to get them planted in seas -
under re well-known dngroua pi'ace, on ,
.
about, hall a mile from where the
struggle took plate. He must have
doubled to throw his pursuers off the
track, and then, venturing too close,
to conduct a dairy with such animals.
In spite of the array of institute loot-
urers that are going up and down
through the land; in spite of the woods
of wisdom weekly dropped by the eget»
cultural press; you can go into any
neighborhood and point bare and there
and yonder to dairymen who aro ob-
stinately conducting their business at
a loss. Does this refloot any upon the
measures taken to teach them better?
Not at all, but it does reflect moat ad-
versely upon the goon sense end sound
judgment of those who aro milking
Bows at a loss. I like to note actual
conditions and results, rather than a
gilded picture of what I would prefer
to see in the dairy world,
That there has been a .Treat °bange
for the better along producing lines
within the past ten years. goes with-
out saying, but it is foolish to shut one's
eyes to the look of improvement that
still exists. To get at facts, ge and
study the cows of your neighborhood,
and their environments.
In my business as a dairy manufac-
turer I have found it often expedient
to do this, with the object in view of
modifying bad milk quality. Thus, I
have repeatedly noticed under what ad-
verse conditions scores of farmers were
vainly attempting to make dairying
Pay,
In nearly every instance they could
have made it pay under tbeir local
market quotations, by simply changing
their stable methods. That they did n51
do so was their own oboico, puts aria
simple because they felt 'taat :li ol'1
way of milking cows, cleaning stables,
and turning the churn crank }vee the
best way. :)airymethods, I might say
are almost inherited, and it will some-
times take ten years to make a dairy-
man create improvements that he might
accomplish in one.
But there is one thing to be thank-
ful for, and that is, what little there is
gained is not lost. There is no retro-
grade movement along dairy lines. If
a butter -maker once learns that it is
better to stop the churn when the gran-
ulation point Ls reached, he will never
go back to the old idea of letting it
'gather." If a dairyman once realizes
that cut cornfodder will go from a
quarter to a third farther than if the
whole stalks are poked under the cat-
tle's noses, his fodder °utter will never
become a roost for the fowls in some
neglected corner of the barn. It is a
source of great encouragement to dairy
soldiers to know this, and to feel that
eventually bad dairy methods will have
to permanently capitulate before their
efforts.
1 have heard many dairymen claim
that in reading dairy articles, or list-
ening to dairy lecturers, at was often
difficult to separate the theoretical
from the practical. Now this ought
not to be the case, for there should
be so little that is theoretical, and that
so clearly defined, that it can be easily
eliminated from the practical. The
trouble is, however, that may dairy-
men who aro in the "old rut," consider
the really practical assertions of their
mora successful and enterprising dairy
brethren as theoretical. In other words
they consider the possible as impossible,
and so go on mailing one milk pail hold
the yield of three cows at a single sit-
ting, white their theoretical neighbors
are trebling duet result. Mark you
that a theory that can be praotically
demonstrated pays in dairy matters as
well as in others.
SOME DAIRY OBSERVATIONS,
without a sufficient knowledge of the At no time more that during the win -
neighborhood, have slipped and fallen. ter season does an intelligent and era-
Taut tie strangest part was yet to gressive dairyman appreciate a good
come. On the body had been found
a ohaque for the extraordinarily large cow, writes a correspondent. Feed es
sum of fifteen hundred pounds, sign- high as you may; care for as well as
ed Pedro Bereano, you may; it as only the animal 01 good
Then Rimington understood what mileh brood that can be depended u
had happened. He asked to speak to p non
the chief inspector, who happened to to always yield a profitable amount of
be then et 'the station. They had a milk
AN EXPENSIVE DOLL -HOUSE.
A little girl out in Chicago, who
bas a very rich and independent fa-
ther is the owner of the most beautiful
and complete dollhouse, probably, that
ever was built. It stands on the lawn
of her own home, and, built of brick,
with a tiny tower and cupola, it looks
exactly like a small copy of any fash-
tenable residence. A flight of stone
steps leads up to the front door, which
is of solid oak, beautifully polished, and
provided with an electric bell to an-
nounce callers. On the door, which is
four feet high, big enough to admit
a good-sized child, is a polished silver
plate with the name of the little own-
er written upon it. Once inside, the
delights of the place would rejoice any
little girl's heart. The hallway is
finished in hard woods, and is lighted
by a small gas lamp, hanging from the
ceiling; umbrella and hat racks stand
there, and pretty portieres separate it
from the parlor. Iu this handsome
enameled wood, covered with white
enameled wood covered with, white
brocaded silk, It has a beautiful man-
tel covered with handsome ornaments,
a real gas chandelier, besides lovely lit -
tie lamps on tables. The dining -
room las sideboards and china closets,
the kitchen is exactly like any kitchen,
only tiny, and the bedrooms are fitted
up }n the most complete manner. As
the catlings are six feet ten inches high,
the rooms are plenty big enough for
tho little owner and her friends to
play about in. Lovely dolls from
Yens make up the family, including
handsomely dressed dolls as ladies in
the parlor, a cook doll in the kitchen
baby and nurse, dolls in the bed -rooms,
and waitress dolls in the dining -room.
The house and fittings and family cost
over $8,000, and do you know that there
is no more real fun to be had out of
it than from the lovely dollhouse
many girls make out of soapboxes?
ONE 01t THE BEST WAYS.
One of the best ways to be loved in
a community is to seek its welfare by
refusing to ;hear and retail gossip, by
fair, kind, generous and helpful action,
by shoving respect for others' opin-
ions, by expressing one's own in a po-
lite but firm }way, and by discharging
duty with courtesy, considerateness and
fidelity, More than anyone else the
wife should lave the grape of silence—
Ile arovning household blessing. Sbe
should know how to hold her peace.
She should know when to refrain from
speaking, even though her words be
those of affection and endearment.
A DEFECT.
My dear, Mrs. Chett's husband re-
marked, there seems to be, but one end
to your conversation, and that is the
beginning.
HE WAS ONE.
The Blstvvingtons keep up a very
imposing establishment, remarked the
gossipy man who bad just moved into
the neighbourhood.
They do, indeed, replied the corner
mostly been impo store's
this one flat's