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ff It ii By Order of the Czar By A Story of Russian Power MARCUS E ASTLAK E HE FOOLS HIS CHICKENS. SO: we are not ripe for lilcrty. One halt' la asleep, the other Ii iu the thrnll of consuming passions, aud nothing t tempted in the heat of passion cau have good results. Conviction inviat have tured into steady calm ere action la pro ceeded to. It haa ever been a road, blitid rush at the enemy." mieu wren a nimn eninusinsiiu i-m. , . ., . ..,. .,... in Maruscha. "Oh, Vladimir, thou art ". " ; " indeed changed. Th. cause, then. I uoth- rested by the fowl to alt. Iu season ing to thee new?" She look mournfully and out. on egg, stones or doorknobs up at me. or anything else that comes handy, "Not ao. Maruscha. It is aa ever, ev- tho St. Paul Pioneer Presa. I'vit A Novel Way to llrek Hen from Hlttiuit. I Timothy Vamey, who Uvea three miles east of Le Sueur ami keep about W hens, has been greatly twn- bled, as have moat people who keep VfiTi v-'.v a rFTTC mc3 I mmm CIIArTEH II. Continued.) I pass Pr. Sehleeman's Kates and stong the Nevski, . shrinking under the occasional glare of a street lamp, and .asping with relief each" time I leave one bi-.fcind me, and can proceed for a space nwr cover of Uie darkness. Meanwhile i black, rolling clouds discharge them selves, whilst the thunder growls and vx 'iters after the Bickering flash. ";!.ng may the storm last, for if tt 3uld clear before I have reached my iiace of refuge, faint indeed will be my chance. If the moon should shine out wd illumine my still wandering feet I lost. 'waked through, with my shirt dinning n -jit hodv coat 1 have none the wat er finning in rivulets from my hair, m.'i.Tow doorway which leads by a flight at stairs to Maruseha's lodging. Luckily Uie narrow stone passage has no door to the street, so I stagger in somehow. The mounting of those steps is like i interminable nightmare. I drag my taJ. up with long agonizing pauses be tvreea; step by step. There ia but the nt hope left me now, that of looking oueo again on Maruseha's face ere 1 die. Ai last the topmost step is gained, and I s'u a bar of light streaming from be- nacta. the door. 1 lay my head down on lh landing and listen. Her light feet ere pacing the floor to and fro, now f&int. now near. I hear the sweep of her skirts against the door as she turns. Now she sighs, ah! so drearily. Is she living through again the awful scene of my execution ? Perhaps she Is meditating Belf-destrue- tlon. MaruBcha cannot live without her Vladimir. I raise my head and try to cali ber name. The sound I make startles and affrights me; it is like the croak of a raven! I have no voice where with to call Maruscha! 1 am lying at her door, where I cannot remain. I crawl close to it, striving to summon up courage to knock. She is near nie again. I hear her cry iu de spair, "Vladimir! my Vladimir! Oh, my murdered love!" I breathe a prayer for her and knock. She has paused in her walk and listens. "Maruscha open it is IT' I croaked desperately. I used to have a man strong, deep voice; this could never be recognized as proceeding from any hu man being. Within I hear gasp; but still sh opens not. I must get it over at once at any cost! I strike the door with my fist She makes a resolve. Takes a quick step forward the key turns in the lock, and the door opens wide. I cannot aee ber dear face, but O, she sees mine! She sees me when I crouch on her threshold, a ghastly visitant from the dead! I feel her eyes on me. bear her catching breath. She recoils, and catches at the table for support. "Feer me not, Marnscha! It Is I, Vladimir!" She covers her eyes to shut out the sight of me. "Maruscha I am no ghost. . I am Indeed thy Vladimir In the flesh!" I croak in my despair. I feel tny senses leaving me. "I would tell thee all the wonder of it but I die I I pity Maruscha !" She bends forward. "Wilt thou not be content, willful oue?" she murmurs. Yet she goes to her easy chair, facing me, though she shakes her head. As she sits before me, bending over her work, aud I gating at her, 1 see a shyness .come over her, such as I have never seen before. The rosy blushes dye her fair skin, and. as If to hide them, her head droops lower. In my love I am cruel and think only how the blushes are for me. and how i lovely they look. At length they fade, ! aud I note that she looka pale aud worn. erj thing to nie. 1 love liberty more than nJ nS Kt il(mj 0r a pin K)W which life: only my opinion as to how to attain it is changed. Hitherto I was at the wreug eud. Mistake thou not the lurid flare of passion for the pure flume of en thusiasm? I fear it is so." Ivan's knock and signal interrupts us. Mnruscha is leaving me to open the door. 1 detain her. "Thou art disappointed in me, sweet love?" I whispered, watchiug her face with anxiety. Her eyes seek the ground. "I I un derstand thee not," she falters. i v.. . !..,, nit,i ti.ii.it iiiaV 1 rtrenth. and tnat there are anxious lines about Th bewiKUriM tur 0 me her sweet mouth, and violet marks un- , .i.,.., ,llwt. i KM. hers clear der her eyes. These, too are for me. . .. .. .. nRllht hillM m ,.m Before me instantly, blotting her out I bu( nliMj love. TheIl suddenly. as if by au unaccountable impulse, she from me, rises a vision from somewhere Jnjnj jjast. I lie panting, bruised, half with shuddering horror ou her thresh old. And after? Her brave heart con quered her dread! She took me in, put me In her own white bed, nursed me. A great sob lifts my breast, and breaks the stillness. She looks up startled, and the needlework falls from her fingers. I try to stretch my hand toward her see her I cannot for tears but it falls powerless on the counterpane. Maruscha, I falter, "let mc let me kiss thy hand!" She flies to me. "My hand, my Hps! Whr.t thou wilt; but weep not. Vladimir!" n kisses me wildly, not thinking what she does, but only of pacifying me. "Thou hast been ill very ill; thou must not excite thyself it is bad for thee. Think not of the past, it is over all over, and thou art with me! Think how I have striven to unrse thee well, and thou wonldst undo all! Fie on thee! Thou hast no pity for me!" Talking thus, she takes her handker chief and dries my eyes, sweeps the hair from my brow and lets her fingers rest on it caressingly. She seats herself on the side of the bed. I possess myself of her hand, and holding it against my lips, my spirit slips away into the sweet obliviou of dreamless sleep. nuts her two hands on my shoulders und -,..- -mu. ;- njv very soul mid thy aspirations, tuy God are sureiy mine!" She stoops and presses fcer lips to my forehead, aud leaves me quickly to ad mit Ivan. He enters with a coat over hia arm. and after greeting us, produces from his pocket a soft felt hat, which lie throws on a chair. .Now lie comes and stauds before me, regarding uie critically. How long hast thou been up to-day?" he inquires at length. "Only about all hour. I, have hus banded my forces for this evening." Maruscha makes us some tea, and whilst we take it Ivan tells us the latest news. Fifty men and women have been CHAPTKR III. I wake from a long, long sleep a aleep which has beeu troubled with trcnge dreams, sometimes gracious ones, full of the presence of Maruscha, wlien I have felt the soothing touch of ber bands, looked into the deep blue wells of ber eyes, and vaguely seen, fathomed there, a wealth of love, and patience, and pitj. There is a delicious perfume of roses in the air, reminding fe of the roses in the air, reminding me of the borne in Kieff. But I am not at home. My eyes have becun to wander from one detail to an other of my surroundings; the dainty toilet table with its gauzy drapery tiel with knots of blue ribbons; the hanging book shelves against the wall filled with brightly bound volumes; the crimson curtain of the portiere that runs along one entire side Maruseha's room is di vided br a crimson portiere! The vase with rows on the little table by my bed. I gave that vase to Maruscha! There is a stir at the other aide of the portiere, and Instantly ber sweet face appears at the opening In the cur tains. I see the light of a great Joy lest) suddenly to her eyes. "Vladimir!" There is a whole world of iov In ber utterance. She has my band In hers, and our eyes meet in one loni look of unutterable satisfaction. "Mr dove!" I murmur. She puts her finger on ber lips. Her fare Is radiant with smiles, and shining like the morning star from the golden setting of her hair. "Mr beautiful one!" "Thou must not talk, but sleep sgiln rny Vladimir!", She ia withdrawing ber hand, and I feebly catch at It. She will vanish, this angelic vision, and leave me In darkness. "I go but to get thee thy medicine. aha says, and stroking the back of my band with ber disengaged one; "Thiukest thou I would leave thee? I cannot if I would thou knowest I could not!" I release ber liugerlngly, and watch ber glide away, throwing back at me a tender glance, and a nod ere dis appears. I lie nuke still, listening to the ristle vt her dress as she moves about There la th faint chiuK of china and she la t my side again,' raising mt wltb ber oft arms about my shoulders, whilst ab puts cup to ray lips. "Now you must drink this, nor leave a drop!" she saya, with a llttla air of authority. I do not object If It were poison and held to tny lips by Maruwha, I would wallow it; but It Is bouillon, and th fumes recommend It to my stomach When I have drunk It, she deftly turns my pillow and lays me back. "Now thou Wilt Sleep." Her voice la Ilk tha roo of t, tr' (love! She takes tip a bit of needlework from the easy chair, but goes and sits where she Is out of the range of m vision. "Where I can see thee, I pray thee, Maruscha!" I plead. be baa quietly tried lUla season, with perfect nuecess, and which be war rants will cure tli worst Unlit brnhtnit cluck that ever vexed tho heart of matt of all desire to alt, aud nil iu less than three hour. The cure consists of a cheap watch, with a loud ami clear tick to it, In closed in a case that la white and almned like an egg. When a ben man ifests a desire to alt out of season he irentlv ulacea thla bogus egg under her sheltering breast and tho egg iloealhu rest. It ticks cheerfully away and soon the hen begins to show algnt of uneasiness, and stirs the noisy eg around with her Mil. thinking, per haps, that It is already time for It to und more nervous aa the noise keep up, and soon Jumps oft the nest and runs around awhile to cool off, but re turns again to her sclf-lnipoaed duty. It gets worse and worse with her, and she wiggles about and cackles. rulHes her feathers and looks wild, until at last, with a frenzied squawk, she abandons the nest for good ami all. That Incubating; fever la broken up completely. Mr. Varuey finds use for bnlf n dozen of these noisy eggs, and clnlnm that they pay for their cost over nti.l Handy Wire Btretchee. On most farms there la mow r 1,,H wire to be handled either In mo way of putting up dividing fencea or trel- llsea for grape vines. A poorly strew u ed wire la always making trouble, but there la no need of bavin Ihla annoy nnce when the tool Illustrated may easily made with the help of black smith, and at small eoHt. Tho handle la two feet long of one and one hulf Inch stuff, but hard wood must be used. On tho heavy end of the handle, which should be formed ns shown, fas ten a piece of strap Iron with screws to prevent the wire from cutting nun the wood. The short atrip shown Just above the detail drawing of the handle seven-eighths of an Inch wide; oao eud Is bent over aeven-elglitha of an Inch and a hole la bored In the flat side one Inch from the bend. Thla piece of Iron la then bolted on to the hnndln as to nse them he flnK to his annoyanes aud cost, that they do not work well, are aoinetlmea out of order, and need slight repairs. Valuable time must then be spent to put th" machinery In proper working condition. A few hour" spent ou rainy autumn days, or when ever outside work cannot be carried on, might have saved him time which, In the busy seusou, means money. Hhortliorna In America, The number of Shorthorns In this country Is estimated to be 2."h),(. hut 1 think there are not morn than 1W, (MM, all told. People full to take ae count of such periods ns lHSiMNUH. when the purebred cattle business was at low ebb. Hundred iff breed ers, finding the business of breeding unprofitable, sold llielr stock as grade cattle, and let them go for beef pur pose. Wtioie nenis in ivansus, on sourl, Iowa and Illinois were disposed of In that manner, and all efforts to keep account of pedigrees wn aban doned. Thus many were lost to record altogether. Another thing to bo taken Into consideration In regard to the sup ply of Shorthorn cattle In this country Is the fact that the lire or nu active, pure bred Shorthorn bull, when allow ed to run with grade herds. Is very short, usually not over four year. Af- arrested on suspicion of being implicated j over during the year, by keeping tho with the Nihilists. Three assassinations hens at the business of laying and not CHAPTER IV. .My life is a succession of deep and tranquil sleeps and blissful awakenings to the discovery of Maruseha's pres ence. And she Is my willing slave in all things save one. I may not even hold her hand for long, or carry It to my lips. If I venture on the. latter, she gently but firmly withdraws it, casting on me such a look of fond reproach that I am fain to blush like a school girl at my temerity. Maruscha avoids all mention of that awfnl chapter in my life, the subject seems to hateful to her that I have abstained from questioning her, though m consumed with cnrlosity to kuow ow my sudden appearance out of the grave, as It were, had affected her. She evidently fears, too, that the dis cussion of so painful a theme would In ure me in my still weak state, for I can see that she Has enjoined Ivan tne only member of our section besides her self who knows of my existence not to let me talk of It to him. When I would speak of it, he has ifferent ways of eluding me. He will ris; hastily, as though something had ust occurred to him about which he must consult Maruscha; or he will pre tend not to hear me, and put a sudden question, ss: "Has Maruscha read thee Pushkin s atest poem? o7 then 1 must bring it to thee: it is glorious!" I feel inexpressibly sad to-day, am Maruscha shares my fpeling. As she its beside me. her sweet, fair face. dov. ncast, over ber work, I guess that it s only my presence that keeps her from weeping, tier swirt needle glances In and out of the linen she hns on b-r lap. She is finishing a shirt for me to take with me, and there is not much time eft now. Ivan mines for me this even- nc and we leave together when the darknefs falls. It has been heaven to me, this calm. blitsful period ol convalescence nil too short, and here is the end of it. and the beginning of fresh struggles with the world. This move has been talked of for some days past, Ivan has been urgent, and my )-! I responds to hi wishes. hat- ever Maruscha may say, there Is danger In my sojourn with her. Though the aituation was forced on us by necessity, and accepted joyfully by my pure-mind ed love, we feel that it is one that must be put an end to as soon as possible. A sob escaped ber, and in my desire to comfort her I assume an air of cheerful ness I am far from apprehending. This is no parting, Msruwlia. I go but to Ivan, and whilst I am there we shall see each other daily. Let us not meet trouble bnlf way. And when the parting comes there will still be the pros pect of our reunion. The world is wide, and surely I shall find some spot under a fres sky on which to build a modest little nest for thee and me. Think of that time, dear heart Hope for the best" "Ah, If thou wsst but safely out of this terrible land, then I might hope!" Mnnischa sighed. "I have great faith In the future!" I cry. A man is not snatcned from i lie? very waters of death only to be cast back again like worthies weed. There Is some special end la these sudden nets of Providence. Thou wilt see this, my second life will not be wrested from me, I sit down again and draw Manisilm to my side. "Mnruscha," I continued, "I have been thinking much of our future whilst I lay there, and of how thou wotlldst help me to make It worthy. That other Ii e wss all wrong. I mads nothing of it." "Vladimir!" Interrupts Mnruachn, md Ijer eyes shine like star. "Thou gavesi thy life for the rreat cause!" "And whnt has It availed? Is the world the better for my sacrifice? The tyrant still oppresses. Liberty still lurks In secret places, and will continue to do so. And why? Uecsnse ss nstlon of tyrants have occurred iu different parts of the country, and everybody ia talking of the daring "leader" iu to-day' issue of the oice of the People. Ivan produced the uewspaper aud read it to us. And all this falls flat on me. No long er can I rejoice nt these things, tlicy only make me sad. The day has gone by when the walls of a city could be made to fall at the blast of trumpets. My heart is full of the approaching leave taking, and gloomily I watch the twilight shedows creep up and close around us. I seem to see the relentless angel of fate permitting them to waste the golden hours In useless Incubating. SPRUNG FROM SAME60URCE, Whale and I.lon tsnld to He of Identi cal Origin. As everyone knows, or ought t know, the whale la not a llsh, but mammal, aud zoologists have long pon dered and disputed about Its family tree. In Kocene times the ancestors of mammals were beginning to takt bhape somewhat like those of to-iluy ket fat. and his career as a producer, end then and there. It Is merely a guess, and a mighty vague one at that, to estimate the number of Shorthorns In this country. W. A. Harris. OOOD WIB8 STItRTClir.R. pointing to the gates of my Paradise, and to lose the grotesqueness Inher- v : i i - i . r. . l , nan uumiux me ucpuri imo uie unrx unknown region without, aud, alas! I may not even take with me my Eve! Maruscha scarcely speaks a word. She stitches away at the shirt, and when she has finished it busies herself pack ing some things for me in a bag. Aa, the shadea deepen, Ivan also becomes silent. He goes over to the window and stands with his hack to us, blowing a tune through his lips. Maruscha comes to me. I fold her si lently in my arms, and thus we remain, heart to heart, cheek to check. At length Ivan savs. but without looking around. "We had better not let it get too latej Professor Fraas of Vladimir." One long, silent kiss I press on Maru seha's lips ere I release her. "When ever thou wilt, Ivan," I reply, clearing my voice, for it sounds strangely husky. Hearing Maruscha stir about the room, Ivan judges that he may return. I begin to get Into the coat he has brought forward for me, while Maruscha stands and straightens the hat He takes it from her hand, and puts it on my hesd, slouching it down in front to almost conceal my face. Maruscha puts up her f".ce and we solemnly kiss each other. Ivan draws my hand through his arm, and Maruscha precedes us to the door. "Adieu. Maruscha." Ivan extendj his hand toward her. She takes it and swiftly, ere he Is awnre of her Intention, she lifts it to her lips. "Adieu, and God bless thee, my broth er" she murmurs, with eyes brimming with gratitude. I. holding his arm. feel the shock that thrills his body, but bis voice is clear and calm us he replies, "God bless thee also, my sister!" Mariischa standi watching us as we sh wly deend the stairs. At the foot I pause to wave my band toward her, though ber form is swallowed up by ihe darkness, and we issue forth into the still evening. (To be continued.) lted from their reptilian progenitor. To be sure, animals wero very differ ent from those of to-day. Horses were no larger than dogs and had five toes, whllo cattle like tlnoceras, twice the size of an ox, with six horns, tusk like teeth aud five toes, eropptd the heritage of Wyoming. Along with these peculiar plant feeders there dwelt some very primitive flesh eaters, to which Professor Cape gave tho name of creadonta. The cene shifts to modern time. Stuttgart, Ger many, is delving in the rocks nar Cairo, Egypt. He Is gottfng out huge jaws bones that have been petrified. I The Jaw bones are those of whales ' and the rocks near Cairo were, bi Eocene times, the seashore. The pro fessor has studied his whale Jaws and i compared thelt teeth with other fos sil teeth. Now he tells us In a recent Abbandlungen that these teeth of an cient whales are like those of the an cient carnlverons creodonts. From this he argues that In Eocene or earlier times some primitive flesh eater took to on aquatlng life. From these old times to uie proacm wuaics unve ueeu becoming more flshllke. It Is hard to believe that I he raven ous lion and inoffensive nnd toothless whule of to-day had a common nnces tor, yet they both hnve the same tastm for blood, only the whale swallows his food whole. shown so that tt will awing easily and the tool Is complete. It Is readily made and works to perfection. In dianapolis News. Put ron is Your Neighbor, Many farm seeds are raised by farm ers, It Is well to purchase seed from neighbors who are careful to eliminate any worn! pest. In every locality there Is one farmer who takes a great deal of pains With his home grown seed. He funs the cheat from his wheat, cuts the plantain from his clover Held ami Is vigilant In destroying weeds that try to grow In untisued places. Such neighbors are public benefactors, and It Is the duly of nearby farmers to patronize them, and be witling to give a premium above the market price for seeds. Again, rcsKinslblo growers of btuegrass and other seeds advertise their seed and guarantee their purity. A a rule, a surer plan of getting clean seed Is to purchase from a grower of rather than a dealer In farm seed, W. II. Anderson, In Indianapolis News. Helcct Your Heed Corn. The farmer who has a uniformly good com crop Is generally the man who looks after his seed himself. He does not buy from any dealer whose circular happens to fall Into his hands and plant the seed without testing. The careful farmer picks out his seed from the best of his own corn or that of his neighbor, sees that It la properly dried and cared for during tho winter and tests It before planting In the spring. The careless farmer does not do these things and then kicks because his crop Is a failure. He ought to have a man to apply some good lusty kicks to his person. The seedmen are not always to bin me. Some of them are honest The farmer should test his seed for himself, aud If It be good give the seed ma n his due; If on the other hnnd. It be bad, let him dispose of It the best ho can. A fulling that growers have I to delay securing their seed until too little time Is left to ob tain an adequate knowledge of Its real value. I cannot too strongly urgo corn growers to see to It now that well-matured ears of a desirable type and the product of a variety noted for suc cessive large yields be secured for next year's seeding. Clinton M. Schultz. Ilvat Feed None Too Good. When cow are tested for records they are not fed on straw and fodder or with tho view of saving In the food, but on the contrary, the best food that can be obtained are not consid ered too good or costly. Grain, clover, pasturage, Unseed meal and roots as sist, ench to afford a variety or change, to promote the appetite and to Induce the cow to eat as much as she can digest, hence such cow have great di gestive capacity, and can utilize large quantities of fosl. The fact that they are well bred Is simply an evidence that they are from families that have been noted for goisl record. It I the food that makes the milk and butter, but an ordinary cow doe not possess the capacity of consuming and con verting large quantities of food Into milk and butter compared with one that is pure bred. Good PIk Pen and Trough. We like the two compartment In n pig pen, one for sleeping nnd one for feeding, says a writer In Ohio Fnrmer. Place tho trough across the end of Task Too Hard o IOndnre. The man of the future sat back at ease In his luxurious arm chair, his feet arranged before him along the Hues of least resistance. At his elbow was a keyboard that connected him with the outer world. He touched a button and through a gold-mounted transmitter was thrust tils morning paper. He touched anoth er and a tray containing his breakfast rose before him. It seemed an easy thing to do. He had but to lift his linger. A phonograph began calling off tho opening of tho sti:-k market A piano attachment gave out the strains of the latest opera. Three friends In distant parts of Uie empire bade lilm good morning and communicated some piece of gossip In response to his Inquiry. He talked with the manager of his office, with hi tailor, his airship maker, hi architect. With him It wa indeed a busy day. Finally hi head sank back. He was overcome by the unusual exertion. Ho looked worried. Hi wife entered. "What 1 the matter, dear?" she snld. "Isn't everything all right?" "No," replied the inn n of tho future testily. "I can't stand this pressure. I've simply got to have someone to ir" these buttons for me." Life. Widows In Korea never remarry, no mutter how young tiny may be. Even though they hud been married only n month, they never take a second hus band. ' ' Modern Bead Poor. I wns Informed a few weeks ago by a gentleman who owns large (lour mills that the craze fur white bread Is being carried to such extreme that many millers are putting In expensive machinery for tho purpose of actually bleaching the flour, any a correspond ent of the London Times. This Is being done by ozone and nitrous odd, the object being to muke an artificially white bread and to en able grain to be used which would otherwise give a darker color to the flour. The development of the grading process during the last few years has Iwcn such that the old-fashioned stones have been replaced by steel rollers actuated under great pres sure. The germ nnd other most nutritive constituents of the wheat are thus to a great extent abstracted and tlTe val liable character of the bread greatly reduced. It Is the opinion of many wljji can spenk with authority on the subject that bread, Instead of being as for merly the "staff of life," 1ms become to a great degree an Indigestible non nutritive food, and that It Is responsi ble, among other cause, for the want of bone and for the dental trouble In the children of tho present genera tlon. It Is doubtless true that the variety of food now obtainable In a measure compensates, in the case of those who can afford it, for this abstraction of phospluUes; but I think I am Juslifled in stating that every medical man, If asked, will give It ns his opinion that very whlta bread should bo avoided and that "seconds" flour, now almost unprocurable, ' should only be used either for broad or pastry. Who would regard all things com placently must wink at a great many. mmumum mmm : im no n-;! and moron. feed room, next to feed alley, with a swinging partition, so you can push It back to put swill In or clean out, and the pig cannot Interfere. A cement floor Is all right. We prefer a solid wood trough, V-shaped, nnd secured so thut pigs cannot loosen It by their rooting. A few years' a go we gave the following Illustrations of an Improved hog trough. Fig. 1 shows the swing ing partition or gate pushed bock, leaving the trough outside, for putting In feed. Fig. 2 shows tho latch nnd lever to bo attached to swinging gate or partition, by bolt, B. Tho rod It, it, run through staples, 8. A Is a guard in which the lever L slides. Push lever to left and the door swing 79- LEVEB FOR MOVINO TUB OATB. When a woman looks In a mirror sho is never nblo to seo herself as other women see her. More women weep over onions thun over lova affairs. back, leaving trough where It can be cleaned and feed placed In It; then swing the door back by pulling lever to the rht. Care of Farm Machinery. The man who leaves his farm ma chinery out In the wet Is' looked upon as being shiftless tbeso days. It hurts his credit wltb tho merchants and tho banker. Too many farmers neglect to oil the polished parti of plows, spades, sickles, etc., and when be again wants Points in Sheep KnUlna. A small, fat sheep will always bring better prices than a large, poor one. Overstocking Is usually Injurious to the sheep and ruinous to the farmer. Hryuess I one of tho requirements In the production of tho finest grades , of wool. Sheep are naturally gregarious. When one Is seen by Itself something Is evidently wrong. With sheep, rather more than with any other class of stock, cure must bo taken not to overfeed. In connection to fatten sheep, tho feeding should not be crowded at llrst, but, gradually Increase tho uiuount of the ration. Poultry rirkliius. New blood should bo Introduced fre quently. Crowding Is a foe to thrift and pro ductiveness. Injurious effects aro often produced by Inbreeding. A he'n, to be profitable, should lay a dollar's worth of eggs In a year. A little salt given In the soft foi of fowls Is very acceptable to them. Supplying lime, charcoal, gravel and crushed bono will assist In fcatlier mnklng. In supplying water to llttlo chickens arrange so that they cannot get their feet wet. It Is quite nil Item In bundling a (lock of poultry to have them as gentle as possible, As a rule, It Is not profitable to keep hens over two years old, unless they are valuable Mock. - Whllo In arranging tho poultry house warmth Is an essential there, fresh nlr is equally important. IUw corn meal I not n good feed for little chickens from tho fact that It heats and swells after eating. Top and side ventilation, arranged so as not to blow directly on the roosts. Is Just the thing for summer. Never select a cock with a drooping or "ewe neck," and also avoid one that falls to have a good, strong, wide spreading tall, Many a case of Indigestion may bo traced to a heavy feed In the morning, and the next meal taken from the leav ings of breakfast after being trampled over. . It Is prott,7 hard to give a jrrowlnrj cockerel or pullet enough corn to make it lay on fat, especially when running out, a so much of tho food goes to tho production of bone, feathers and inua- cla.
