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Exeter Times, 1905-10-05, Page 6Mfi14144440444444.4y4y14 TheFrm D.0+0.10+0+0+O+ +O+O+D+Q+0+0+0+ .O♦O+0+D40+ + REGINA FAIRFIELD; OR A. TERRIBLE EXPIATION. 0+0+0+0+HCl+0+0+0+t:t+ 0E+0+0-0++R+0-40+GF♦O 11:*. +0+44 Cil AVIER 11.—(Cuutinued). manner. I was surprised also "Woltgeng," 1 said, softly, 1 his announcement. have hero ctajtuet .',o fancy for an c;oing to college? What college Instant that such a cause could produce such a terrible effect; but what is it, thous my brother?" "AS! a matter of hoart and soul, of life and immortality, of heaven. and hell--leavo are! I am distracted, delirious ---leave met You see that I ant mad!" "Can I nut serve you in ner, Wolfgang?" "No, in no way but in leaving Ito alone. Some day, perhaps, 1 will tell you something—not now." 1 reluctantly left the room. my thoughts still continuing absorbed in Wolfgang and dwelling upon his woe. '1'o have seen him the next mornings no one could betievo it possible that he would ever, under any circum- stances, have yielded to such temp- est of grief, or abandoned himself to such a more than womanish weakness. 'Dark, erect, haughty, ro- w -tete he seemed. even to mo. quite inaccessible. My affection for him was ro great, my wish to do hien good so importunate. that in a few days 1 re -essayed to (10 so. We had been sauntering through the lawn together. We sat down on n Hench under the shade of an oak tree. Ile fell into silence into gloom. I thought that now was a favorable opportunity. Flis hands w,.re folded and his eyes bent in ab- stract it n upon a ring, which ho then e.itiently saw not, on his little 'tiger. "Of what are you thinking, Wolfgang?" I asked. Ho started, turned. flashed on rno a broad blaze of sheet -lightning from his gray eyes nd replied, with a sneer: "I was thinking whether the cor- 1. or the turquoise made tho prat• test seal ring!" Repelled by his fretting reserve and Almost Insulting scorn, I arose in anger and left him. That night, a- 1 was in my room alone. he sud- dtnty entered, and. throwing his arm. nrotnld int., st•aimel in. to his bosons. nlmost distractedly, saying: "Pear with me, Fairfield! I could not sleep with an estrangement he- t.vecn us. Bear with me. T ata always the same. T act an embodied war! T air not always myself!" The tender, the childish weakness veil airly possesst•d hint now. 1 Iheught—I wished T knew• which was the other one—whether the haughty, regnant scornful spirit, or whether the tender, loving, almost infantile nature, was his own pe- culiar self. 1 did not like to bo hugged by a boy, either. 1 never did. There is a physical repulsion about the thing; and I felt the an- tipathy then, even when the affec- tions of my soul moved so strongly t"'ard him. I returned his em- brace in a hurried manner, and then lensed him, loving hint a hundred es more comfortably, after ho (1 withdrawn his arm from around y waist, than 1 did while they en- circled me; hut. then 1 possessed a roltl. he an ardent, temperament. He left lee seemingly the happier for WO' reconciliation. I certainly was. For the next week or so the prince was in the ascendant. and it was perilous to any one's self-esteem to oppronch his highness. One day, however, when he seemed unusually gloomy, T took his hand and said: "Wolfgang. it is useless to try to disguise the feet, or conceal it from one who loves you as well as I do—there is n secret sorrow preying 00 your breast. eating your heart out—an arrow cankering in Your fes- tering bosom; let th.' hand of friend- ship. of brotherly love, draw it out and dress the wound." 1 had better left him alone. Ho tnr.osi on nm a look of haughty in- tik: nation, and said, its a tone of withering scorn: " 'A secret sorrow—a festering wound;' verhnl prettiness! And then the Idea—ate you i erchnnce a render of romances, sir?" T was nettled. more especially as I had only my own officious impertin- ence to blase for the nlTront; but people will take vecgeance on any one before their own dear selves, no I answered him, angrily: "Vet. 1 sin an oeensional reader of romances, and they teach rno, ut least. one lesson of discretion, to wit. That 'where there is much mys- tery there Is more guilt.' " Again the broad sheet -lightning of itis gray eyes blazed forth conaum- tng:ly upon my ince. and ho turned white—white as the ashes of an in- tensely burning coag. T never saw such n diabolical countenance in all nn' lift' before. nor have i since. He started from mc. anti for days T so.' nothing of hitn; he was ill, or still. n. in his own room. lfius end- ed my Last attempt to win his con- fidence, but net our friendship, whieh typhoons of passion seemed to ahnke only to strengthening. The summer session was soon over. and we were going horse, not again to return to sshoo1, hut to enter •'ollegir. \When wo were about to take lenge of each other, Wulf - gong gate way to his impulsive and pressionate nattirr, and embraced the cordially o¢nin and again, saying, in escuae for ble emotion' "We part. Fairfield! We shall never meet again. probably. In this wits!.' I am not gob•„ to return 1♦ at any man - aro you going to?" "To Harvard University." he said, embracing me again. "'l'o Ilarvard? T was to have entered the University of Virginia; but. Wolfgang. why need we part, since we aro Daman and Pythias conte you also to the University of Virginia." A thundercloud darkened his brow, and once more the vivid lightning flashed from his oyes. "No! Impossible! I cannot go there!" "Cannot?" "Oannot—you understand!" "Your father is obstinate in his own choice of a university. irrespec- tive of your taste and wishes?" "My father 1s the soul of kind- ness and moderation! Rut, as you say, he prefers that. I should enter Harvard." "Well! my guardian will accguiesco in my wishes in that respect, and, as you cannot accompany too to Charlottesville. I trust meet you at Harvard. Au rovoir." Wo took a brotherly leave of each other, and separated to meet. at the opening of rho winter terns, at the university. When I reached home my guardian was alarmed at what he called my consumptive looks; attributed it to too much confinement and too se- vere o-vere study, and insisted upon my re- maining at home, visiting my Lou- isiana relations, or travelling a year before going to the university. My strength, in fact, for tho last six months, had suffered somo de- cline, o-cline, but it. had been 1'o gradual that I had scarcely observed it. Tho change was apparent to those who had seen me in full health a half year previous. Every ono likes upon occasion to find themselves an object of interest, especially every one who, like ate, had sadly missed parental affection and solicitude. 1 had no objection to be petted, coddled and indulged. 1 was easily persuaded to give up the contemplated seclusion and mo- notony of the university for twelve months of pleasing travel -variety. I pass over the incidents of my year of travel, as they have little to (10 with the subject of my story, with one exception to wit: I found. ate visiting tho plantation of my bachelor uncle in East Feliciano, that he had just taken unto himself a wife; a circumstance that might seriously affect my future in ono very important respect—reduce my prospects from those of a million- aire to that of a Iran of very mod- est competence, such as my moder- ate patrimony would afford. How- ever, the discovery of the fact hall no effect upon cry mind beyond ex- citing my mirthfulness at the amaz- ing secretiveness of the old gentle- man about his marriage, for which I could see no rational cause. Why should he not make himself happy at fifty-five? It was late in the day to he sure, and seemed a great deal queerer in an •old bachelor who had lived half a century in single bles- sedness than it. would have looked in a widower even older. The prob- able loss of the heirship' of his wealth gave me no sort of uneasi- ness. The mercenary capacities c.f a youth of eighteen are not usually expanded enough to take the extent, strong enough to weigh the specific gravity, or shrewd enough to esti- mate the value of Inillions. All they want at present is plenty of pocket money for passing fancies and follies. My twelve months of freedom ex- pired. and, with invigorated health and renewed ardor for study. I pre- pared ro-pareel to enter Harvard University. It was at the opening of the win- ter terns that i reached that place, and there i stet again Wolfgang Wallrnven, so changed as to be—no, not, as to be unrecognizable. for his dark and wild intik-ideality a„ulrl have revealed itself through all at- mospheres. But could this tell, dignified. self.. possessed and graceful young gentle- man he indeed the development of that fierce, tnorose boy, with his sudden gushes of tenderness. lois collapses of utter weakness. and his prostrations of dcepair? And could this be the work of only a yenr? 1 inquired how long he had been at the university. Ho replied, "twelve months:” ad- ding that he had renlaine! there during the intermission i'etween the two terms. "'That Is it," thought 1. "'latero is something In that Immo of his that warps, degrades. and stunk him. Ever after going home. he has returned more acrid, morose, fierce, and dangerous than before That home! Whitt no interest it has for me. With what a glamour it attracts mel I wish lie would in• tate me tr it!" As time passed, I discovered that the character of Wallrnven had un- dergone a chance. or perhaps only an apparent chemise. searcely less surprising than that of his person and manners; the wild Intl wayward temper. the ❑crer nutbrea'.a of pas- sion, the morooe stirlin.os were gone or governed. the fitful, lot tng, tender. ••h'ldltke natire had dlew- p•'nred. or wag suppres'cd; the nl- her •. 1 am gol:ri fo anile e.'' most eervfle huMlllty with which, I was very mai' al!`.ated at his j without giving tie lits ooafdesce, he would cyst himself upon Iny sympa- thy for support—fits of feebleness. or idiocy, that almost fatally betruyod his nobler nature, were utterly sunk, and the haughty, the rettuaut spirit had arisen upon It. 'There was an air of regal beauty, of couunanding gruce, in his person and manner, such as I have never niece Wall in but one other tuan. The prince had certainly gained the permanent as- cendency, and now governed t ho whole inner kingdom, on:•e' so cordnnt, conflicting fund rebellious. And yet—vet—there were times when certain gleams from his eyes scented to warn mo that all that was worst and most daugerous in his a huracter was not dead, but sleeping. and gathering gigantic strength in repose; that some day, anti under normo circumstances, the fiend within him aright. break out with terrible and destroying fury. our mutual esteem and affection constantly increased. lie was my confidant at least, and if I were not his, env matured reason eunvinred inc that it was because the secrets of his bosom, whatever they were, could not be imparted, but he ront- ponsetcd mo by the most devoted affection. Atthe end of the teras, I invited, I besought hits to accompany me h but he declined the visit. I thought that he might possibly re- turn the courtesy by a similar in- vitation to me. which en passant I should certainly have accepted; but ho did nut. To be brief, wo spent a year and a half together at col- lege before either of us knew any- thing personally of the family of the other. At the end of every term, I renewed my invitation, which he al- ways declined. At the close of our third term, as a matter now of habitmorn than of expectation. 1 invited hien to go home with Ito. and to my surprise and delight, he accepted my invitation, and prepar- ed to accompany me. It was while wo were on our jour- ney that 1 told him my sister, Re- gina, would be home for the holi- days, and that. above all things, I was desirous of presenting hint to her, my "Queen of Beauty," my "fair one with gold locks." (To be Continued.) BRAVER Mi:N NOW. War has been robbed of much of its romantic side, and in these days when death -dealing machines reign supreme men who go to war need be more courageous than those who fought. in tho days of old, when ene- mies faced ono another In tho open. The naval tnan has more ground for fearing the hidden dangers than those afloat which nnect the eye. Submarine boats, and mines, and torpedoes aro calculated to test rho nerves of tho most courageous. All the ingenuity of inventors of war- like machines seems to be directed towards attaining a weapon which not only deals destruction in a wholesale manner, but with tbo smallest chance of disclosing its lo. cation. The latest weapon is the llunabert gun, a French invention. It makes no flash or noise. and is warranted not to recoil; whilst it discharges projectiles, each of which contains 250 shot, at the rate of 1,2(10 an hour. Four utiles from this gun n regiment of 1,000 wood- en Inen was stationed. 'lite gun shot. at the dummies for a minute and almost every wooden man was found to be hit. + Git1AT PLUNGES. Many of the wealthiest men -of to- day owe their fortunes and tame to tho fact that they have had tho courage to "plunge" when an op- portunity came their way; on the other hand, tunny it well-to-do man has sunk his all in one fatal plunge, and from a position of affluence has descended to that of almost a beg- gar in a few minutes. At. Liverpool recently, considerable excitement was created by an attempt to corner cot- ton, it manoeuvre which was attend- ed with considerable success to a few. in five minutes the value of three-quarters of a million bales of cotton increased by a million ster- ling, and in that time one specula. tor pocketed a fortune. On the other hand, vast sours have horn lost just as ensily. A French trades- man and newspaper proprietor made a great plunge in sugar the other day, and lost 03,200,000 in a few hours; a failure which reminds one of the speculator who was ruined not so long ago in attempting to corner wheat in Chicago. The girl who puts on a frigid as- pect knows bow to make artificial ice. RIGHT LIVING ON '1'IIE FAI'M. Now, the writer of this article tens born on a Virginia farm and ro sad at the platy handles. His father e was u poor boy and started at the bottom, was um, of the best ferinei s in the countrys lie taught his I oys that the only way to do a tt ing was tho best way. No excuse was accepted for uty task that had not been dune just as well as it possibly could be. Plowing was made au art. The study of tho soil and its reguiren.ents was a daily lesson. Cultivation of crops was no haphazard, slipshod work, but was satisfactory only when it could not be Unproved with the time and means at our disposal. 'rho care of live stock was taught the boys of the fancily as faithfully and lateiligently as their lessons acre taught by the strict, whole-soule-1 old bachelor in the little log schoolhouse. Our father loved the farm uiid he taught his boys the secret of it, and thoy, too, learned to love it, be- cause it gave them pleasure and ',re- fit. There was hard work on the f um and plenty of it. We still have ,rigid recollections of the cold. raw days ie. the spring wben we followed a pair of horses hitched one At. each end of a 16 -foot pole, and dragged down the corn stalks; the call at daylight, in plowing time, when a fellow could not believe ho heti been asleep more than an hour, to plod the tut t ow until dark; the long, hot days its the harvest field when the burning 81111 seemed to hang at exactly nue spot. in the sky for hours, and tho beards' of tho wheat became longer and sharper and entre insistent upon fore- I Ing their way inside our shirts as the day wore on; the straining; with long -handful forks at the hayc•r.cks in the meadow, one scan on each: side pitch:ng on the tall wagon, the {' stifling dust in the haymow, the I struggle to keep from being buried when the big fork loads carne crowd- l ing in through the dour propelled by the lusty arnis of the boys on the wagon; tho cutting of fodder in the crisp fail days; the hauling of the winter wood in the late fall; tho %toning of the vegetables; the card of the stock, night and morning, and the many other duties of farts life are all familiar to the boys that oro left of the family. Tho milking and the small chor•s were left to the servants, but, the real work of the faun was done ty the father and the boys. It was honest, manly, •ennobling work and we were all proud of being farme:•s. Wo tried to be tho best in our neigh- borhood. Each boy had a share in some crop for his own. One or ' evo calves, pigs or sheep were his to t' e- pos() of as he choso for his own ben - eft. Each boy had his own sa.l(''o- horse or driving horse. These were colts bred on the farm, and broken by their owners to suit their can taste and usages. The family drove to church or loon in a three -seated light wagon he- hind o-hind a teats that took nobod';-'s dust. Wo went to every public meet- ing of importance and took a head in politics. Father kept open house and our table was always big enough to seat a neighbor or two besides the famil". Wo had family prayer night earl morning, at which all the servants were present. This worship was omitted only three times in one per• loci of twelve years. and the memory of those hollowed moments when all the world was shut out, and we knelt in humble devotion in the big, old- fashioned living -room has always been an influence for good in the lit es of every one of us. And so we lived on the farm and grew up to love every foot of it, anti so lived many of our neighbors. Those who found farm life hard an 1 unprofitable were unfortunate, be- came: they were unfitted for farm work, or were handicapped by in health or lack 01 energy. The farm ors who carried on their work in the, right way, and made farming a bus in(ss, and not a nmro hopeless drud- gery of digging a bare living out of the soil, were prosperous and happy, just ns that class of men is pros- perous and''happy to -day. The conditions of farm life aro bet- ter now than ever—many times—and the opportunities affortitel young mea to obtatty silent ilii, and therefore use- ful knowledge of farming, through the Agricultural colleges, farmers' itstitutcs and modern fare. • The Chinatitan—' Me no likee to haat." Did It Ever Occur to You THEYARE FOND OF BOOKS RICH MEN KEEP TIHEIR WITS SHARPENED. !t THAT WHEN YOUR DEALER OFFERS HOW YOU A SUBSTITUTE FOR . L Ceylon Tel,. his motive 1s self -gain, becautse of ncreased profits. 80 BEWARE. Sold only in lead packets. 40c. sec, (roc. By all Grocers. Black, Mixed or Breen. Highest award. St. Louis. too{ magazines aro grouter than over he - fore. There aro better markets, hot ter transportation and hotter fariii- ties of every kind for snaking farm- ing profitable and pleasant, and the yuuug Inuit who adopts it as a We business can bo as rich, independent and useful its Ito chooses. There is no limit to tho field for his ambition. 'rIIE STARE AN11 ('friar. David 'riffle, a very successful breeder of horses, gives the following good advice to beginners in colt - handling. When you find a horse that breocis well with your ,nares, use hitt right along as long as you get good colts and you will have a lot of colts of the same disposition, confortention. and color, so that you can match : p teams, for it takes all Onto of these to make a perfectly matched team. You can sometimes put a 3 -year -ole; and 4 -your -old, ot• u 4 and 5, (1r and (i -year-old together, and male them up better, as r. nicely matched team always brings a little nnors money than if nut matched, but (11: least defect in a matched teats is color. After n11 there is no bad color for a good horse. The brood stares, in fact eh horses and colts that aro not of work in the winter, should be turn- ed in a good -sin ed yard every day unless it is stormy, this yard Should not bo icy as thereris danger of their falling and getting hurt. We stable all our horses and colts nights al:d feed theta twice a day oats and clover hay with some bran. 11'hcn spring come Lo careful with the brood aures and any other horses that may have been idle due- ing the winter. Work them lightly at first, taking some time to get them used to the work. In this way you can do more work, and have your horses in bettor condition when you aro through with tho spring work. I prefer to havo the colts come, about the first of June, ns by the!. thno we have our spring work done and can give the mares a better chance. IIave a clean. roomy mox- stall—it is well to whitewash it every year, disinfect it with zenoleum or some other good disinfectant; be on hand when the little fellow appears. Feed the snare lightly for a few tile; s. increasing her feel gradually. 1f v have to work the mare never le'. (1. - colt follow her. Keep it in the stun!, and bring the mother in, in the uati- dle of the forenoon and afternoon, to let the colt suck. The colt will svo:t learn to eat oats with its mother, give hire all he will eat twice a pats or leave :he lid of the ont box .)')e:n and let hint help himself. If the mare and colt are on pasture, ft•.'•! her night and morning so that the colt will learn to eat oats. When we want to tit it them they are eating oats and hay and they clo not get a backset. i have seen farnu'rs let their mar's and colts run on pasture alone and when they wanted to work the snares, would shut the colts tip in the barn when: they could worry and fret, and net knowing how to eat oats would go' a backset that they would never get over Wowing time is a critical period in the lite of tho colt. Put a halter on it and tie it besiege its mother zt night, letting it rent with her in the daytime for a few day's, then wean it altogether, but do not keep it tied in the stable all of the time; give it a box -stall, or a yard, or better, a pasture with some other colts, year• Hugs or year-olds that it is ac- quainted with, and it will grow right along. Feed it well the first winter give it the best hay you have, some some corn fodder, plenty of oats, a little bran, end some carrots if yot: have them, so that it never loses its colt fat. After the pasture is good gradual- ly decrease the oats until it is o'1 pasture alone. It will grew fest and go into winter quarters in fine cond' Hon. Ford them well the next win• ter; in fact, always feed well. I have heard farmers say that if you wanted a good, tough horse you should let thcun rough It outdoors iu stores with little ie. no grain. i have seen some of these colts and the only toughness I could see shoat theta was their looks—they did Icok pretty tough. 1 like to break these colts to bar ness in the winter or spring, before they are three years old. lliteh them up with their mother if she is n good, steady animal, or some other steady horse that they are nctg'eni tt- ed with. Work then lightly until they get accustomed to tho work. Never work a colt until It is very tired. Some seem to th nk von should tire them out the fi at time you hitch them up. Don't do it; you may spoil them altogether. Owe Hump Back rV SCOTT'S EMULSION won't pale a Ihump back etniglit, maker will It make a sited kg long, kat It We soft boas and hula dimmed lame Mrd is meal the few geodes memo of navvy II rickets and teas al' 0 i �ii a.t Oa tforests., wane .sr. awe "salld Don't break them but educate thea, and don't try to educate theut at sluts petters for it buslne,ss-urea... once. 'l'l,.s love of books Mr. Rockefeller still retabis--in fact, he says, "head- ing becomes more Indospensable to Inc every year"—as is evidenced by the fact that he is constu,itly ad- ding to his largo library, and, as he says, "I never put a book on my shelves without reading it—they are all intimate friends." His son and heir, J1r. John Rockefeller, junior has inherited bis father's passion for books, and spends some hours daily to their coutpnny. And it will l e found that. with very few exceptio►is, the Wren who make millions nn• ali similar lovers of reading. "When t was a lad," the late Cecil Ithodes once said, "sty craze for reading was almost a vice. Every moment I could spare was spent in poring over soma book or other—not school books, by any means Ali was fish that came to my net, and I cwt afraid I read A LOT OF RUBBISH: but that the habit, which Is just as strong as over. has been most help- ful I haven't a shadow of doubt." Mr. Peabody's experience was very similar. "When I was a boy," ho said, "sty uncle, who in the courso of half a century had amassed about St10,Q0t'), thrashed me because, in- stead of saving my money, I wasted it on cheap books and magazines. I told him that I could not afford to save money until I had increased my knowledge and brain power, where- upon he thrashed me again." Whe- ther or not it was due to this love of reading, Peabody nt the end of his life could show more than a thousand pounds for every sovereign► his uncle had saved. Mr. Russell lingo, the reputed own- er of $50,000,000, pleads guilty to a like passion for reading. "I have never allowed money -narking," ho says, "to wenn Inc front my books. Even in my most strenuous clay's I 1 always put in a good hour's read- ing before the rest of the world was awake, and 1 have found it it capi- tal thing for getting the brain into • working order for the day. My read- ! ing has been, I fur, SADLY PROMISCUOUS, and I don't think murk of it has stuck, but it bus served its purpose well in keeping the thinking machine in order." Mr. John \1'anantakcr, another lord of many millions, said. not long ago: "When 1 was a lad reading was thought a terrible waste of time for anyone who had to stake his living in business, and my love of it got sue into serious trouble many a tine.. I systematically read any- thing i could lay my hands on, and although much of it was worthless, 1 seemed to find a lot of useful grain among the chaff. To -day, whenever 1 see a youth spending his spare money on books or good magazines, I know he is laying tho foundations of suiccess." ! air. Carnegie, ns the world kna ►, has s alwu s been a bookworm. wh�n- ever he could snatch even a few odd moments from his work of money- making: and he has spent many mil - hone in providing for others facili- ties which in Ills young days were denied to hila. Mr. T'ierpont Mor• gn'i is a book -enthusiast of another type, for he has spent 00 many a single volume in his magnificent library a suns which would provide n life's books for most of us. "I simply cannot," he hits said, "over- estimate the value of rending to the man itho wishes to (urn his brains to any kind of I'ROl'ITABLE ACf'Ol1NT. To etc it has been invaluable, and I have never known n man who has assumed money who has not also been a boo'.r.'' tarn 7;vson.kins.the Australian mil- lionaire, who w'ai wrongly thought i 10 he Illiterate, was on omnivorous reader. When. not bong before his death, lie was naked 1h. eerie of his utilllon-ranking, he pointed to small mountain of papa's and u.a:i' lines in o corner of his libror, . "There," he said. "throe pnpere, mostly sent from the old country! are the cradle cif my fortune. FA bought and rend thousands of hooks since those days, but it was reading; these papers that gave Inc ideas and helped me in my early struggles." i And to give but one more esiouil -, the late Cornelius 1-tuulerbilt, when addressing some University so: - idents, said: "Cultivate the habit of ;rending for a certain time every derv. As a brain -moulder and wit -shat' .,•n- et• 1 know nothing to equal itI 1 , have known nines, men in nnyt)1no . :who have trade large fortur.•' . anti John D. Rot:_etel., Says Reading Has 13e'cev lrtdis1*sable to Hirt:. "A11 11ty life, ever since I letuunt to scud tet the district schuul at 1)s- t.rgu," said air. .1. 1). Itockefelley, (1, King of Croesuses, the oWter day., "1 have been ten 0(11111V 01.11115 crude*, utid this habit has not only el\ est me (1111' 01 tet.• greatest plea- sures 1 nave known, but has contri- buted a great deal to any success I have uttauted. 1 thick it was John- son 11ho raid, 'You can never bo win unless you love reading,' and 1 nought suppleusc1t this by saying that it is one o1 tho finest bratu- FAi M NO.1'ES. If a fanner has not experimented with his soil so as to know to what fertilizing elements it. crust readily and profitably responds, ho Hurst us, a formula, carrying about three t,t 31 per rent. et nitrogen, five to six per cent. of available phosphoric acid and four to five per cent o' potash. If there is any waste land on tho place, this is a good time to ;.link out b01110 use for it. It Might 1n c- haps bo planted to locust. If only a small patch or corner, whit'h for some reason is too scrubby or poor to be cultivated, it nt'.t;ht be well pltuttecl to a loctait griir. •vith great advantage in future 1' urs, wIu,•is the trees grow to post ,i'u if tho locusts once get esttttli-bed tin re need be no thought of grin. in4 .11.y. thing else, fat• they cannot Le eradi- cated. '!'here is no better post than locust. Ono of the first results of the con - sinuous grazing of land by milch 1 cows of young stock is the ex!•a•,s• 1 tion of the phosphoric acid white such land coittails. The quantity cf this plant food materially removed in a single year tray' not appear very considerable, but under the most favorable conditions the per- centage of phosphoric acid in the soil. is very small, and when the land is graztal for n number of years and n1' manure is applied to it with the ol- )eect of returning. the phosphoric acid carried away, the exhaustion cvcn- tunny assumes sit se•iot:s n forth a -t considerably to diminish the gens:• producing capacity of the land. For restoring to the soil the phosphato thus removed the best artificial dress- ing at present at the command of farmers are super -phosphate nr.d basic slag, t ho last named of which is found specially valuable of soils deficient in lime. 4 SORR1 HE SPOKE. How a Loquacious Young Man Lost His Position. A rather prepossessing y-outrg lady entered the office of it well-known lawyer tho other day and inquired: "Is Mr. Brief in?" "Won't be iu for two hours," re- plied the dapper young clerk whom she addressed. serve; ing her from head to foot with 011 approving glance. "Anything I can do for you?" "Yes," was the reply, and the lady produced from beneath her cloak a handsomely bound volume. "1 have het•t�--" "1 thought so," interrupted the clerk, with a deprecating gesture. "Ilut it's no use. Wo never threw away money on subscription boo: a in this office. Didn't you see the sign outside, 'No pedlars allowed"?" "'Phis book," began the visitor— "Oh!" laughed rho flippant young clerk, "I've no doubt that it's the hest thing out, but wo don't want it. 'Ilistery of the United kingdom,' ain't it, from the cave -dwellers up to t ho present day? (:rand thing, I've no doubt, but we've no use for it," "If you will allow mo—" "Really," snicl the youth, who was greatly amused, "1'd like to, but it's against the rules of the °Rice to yield to the blandishments of book agents, no matter how young and good-looking they are. Couldn't think of looking at the hook, my dear. 'Life of Napoleon,' ain't. it' That'll stale. One of our cler:8 ! bought one Inst month for $1, and yesterday lie exchaneed it for a yel- ler dog and then killed the dog." "I wish to say—" "Or it may be a humorous work, with wood-ctits that look as it they hod been, engraved with a meat- , chopper. No, we don't want It. We keep a huinorist here on a salary to amuse 11.." "You're awfully persistent, inv dear, but it won't do you no goo:!. 11 old Brief were here you aright tnik hire round, because he's a snsccptible old duffer, and thinks that every pretty young woman who lurks at hint is in love with hint. But I nm not thnt kind." "Tf you will—" "1 hate to rt fuse you, 'Aron my soul I du, bat 1'nt bankrupt, and that's the truth. Conic round in about six months, after the old Iran has taken me into partnership. I'll be flush then. and I'll take a book, just to reward yon for Your sticen- tiveness. I say, you're a mighty pretty woman to he obliged to I hnwk books for a living. I---" ,lust then the attention of tho loquacious youth was attracted by the frantic gesticulations of a fellow - clerk in another part of the room. and he paused. "You aro Mr. F'reshleigh, I pro - surae?" said the lady. • "I—.r—yrs, that is my name," was tho reply. "I have heard sty husband speak of you. I am Mrs. Ilrtof. Will you please brad Mk! book to Mr, 11114 when he comes In? Good morntngtq no lady left the oMlco; the mercury In the thermometer crept down out of sight; the office cat hada fit, and iots. Freshletgb fell in it faint attlEt Kr, Brief advertises! tor a t ./ /1 every ono of than loved books at least as much as he loved dollars." --Londnit Tit -hits. The other night adman gave nn open-nir lecture. At the reticle 1 ,n ho said that, with the penin; e of the crowd, he would send I i1 hitt round. and would be the S t for some Iit!1' t 11coerngen nt On? hat was pegged around, and canto hack to him empty. ile gas" a sigh. rind then said:— "Well, 'when I come to look Al whet 1't: seen talking to, nll 1 hat, gof t•• sn)/ i., •Thank goothic's I've got ma 1 hat back.' '' 0