WILLAMETTE FARMER; SALEM, OKEGON, OCTOBER 22. 188G.
hi
jUrrcnt Wilcrnfnr
THE PRIEHD OF THE COW.
Ye callout-flatcd Grangers, tlio rlucw ol the
HUto,
Remember mo, I pray you, iu eighteen eighty
eight
And whoa you milk old Crumblcliorn, why,
tell your childron how
The President protected tho farmer and tho
cow,
Whon many n caitiff groncman implored that
I would Hcror-ti
That mm of fat and villainy, baao Oleomnr-
Katiur,
I heard not tticir outroatics, 'twa you I
ought to please,
liy kcoping highly solid for butter and for
chccio.
Then hnd I not boon true- to yen, a veto had
I thrown,
Oh, then had dawned lliu darkest day your
sows had ever knownt
Hut I thought of tho cows of Caldwell, by tho
shagbark trees that slept,
And I could act uso my veto, I turned away
and wept,
Oh, calm-oyrd cowa in tho grasses alnng the
bosky burns,
Attaok your oiids with vigor, bethink you of
the churns)
Oh, roso-chcoked dairy maidens, stamp Mo
on every path
Tho friend of honest butter, thofooof noxious
fat.
And toll your stalwart sweothecrts, when pri
marics convene,
Not to forget the mau who smithed Old Olio
margarino)
I court not popularity, and 'yet I strlyo to
please,
And Iluttvr, Mutter, oh, Butter ia thochecso.
Ho, wloldcrt of the hoo and rako, ho puihcra
of tho plow,
Cumo should tho Joyoui slogan of "Clovclaml
and tho Cowl"
Tho dairy Is my platform, tho churn is my
machine,
And I'll run llko melted butUr as tho foo of
'Margarine. Alrir 1'orJt' Sun.
comment lio hail never learned to
draw correctly.
"Then wlmt tho deuco do you intend
to do for n livinKt" said I angrily.
"I mean to tnito to art," snid he, blush
ing a little.
"Art indeed 1" cried I sarcastically;
"you don't call thoso confounded daubs
of yours art 1"
"Hardly yet," said lie, getting redder,
"but I liopo to."
"Do you expect pooplo will bo fools
enough to buy any picture you'ro likoly
to paintr'
"I'll wait and sec," said ho j "nt any
rate, I'd rather bo a bad nrtist than n
bad attorney. At least I can't cheat
anybody.
"Not unless you find soino ono green
enough to buy ono of your picture?," I
answered, "and that's not likoly."
Tho dlspulo at this point becomes a
littlo indistinct. I was exceedingly
angry and suffering from a alight at
tack of gout. I fancy, howovcr. I told
Oharlio ho might go to tho deuco for all
I cared, and ho seemed to tako mo at
my word, for ho loft the house and I
havo not seen 1dm since.
I havo learnod, howovcr, that ho lias
been earning a precarious livelihood by
giving drawing lessons, and am told ho
declares ho would rathor go to tho
workhoiiHO than bo a burdon on his
relatives. Strango ho should speak of
mo in tho plural! How disrespectful it
soundsl
It is two yoaru ago that ho left mo.
Often I sco my sisters eyes looking at
mo reproachfully, and how willingly
would I kill tho fatted calf for this fool
ish prodigal if ho would givo mo it
clianco.
Wliy can not tho boy put his prido in
Ids pocket and aek mo to forgive him?
My Friend Edith.
CIIAiTCU I.
I havo been accustomed for some
time, longer than I euro to romomhor,
to describe myHolf as u mau of middle
ago, yet pooplo speak of mo as -m old
bachelor, sometimes iu derision, but
fioiucntly, 1 fancy, with envy.
Yos, I am u bachelor tho adjective I
consider unnecessary rather by mis
taken chauco than anything else, for I
never started on life with any intontions
of celibacy, or whon young assorted
myself aggressively on the subject.
Ah! all might have boon very differ
ent if but that has nothing to do with
the story. At all events, I am a bachelor
now, and intend to romaiii ono. My
well tho physical disadvantages which
time has brought a tendency to em
bonpoint, and more than partial bald
ness although allies, arc scaritly suf
llclout protection, for I continually hoo
such Honedicts ns myself striking their
colors and falling victims, mellow ami
overripe, or even withered and gray
ones, to brisk widows or bright-eyed
maids nanny mr. ol tneir toons, lint j
am made of sterner stud'; and having
been exposed for I am u man of prop
ertyto several severe tests.and having
come oil' iiiiu'iilhed from tho encounter,
I must jtMtly conclude that my heart is
eupid-proof, and so I journey on in
middle-aged meditation "fanoy free." 1
am sure I could have uiiulo one woman
happy, if I had had the chance, but I
never did. It is too late now, so 1 must
bo content with making myself happy,
a thing not so easy as it looks for this
work-a-tlay world is mil or briars, oron
for old hueheiors. It is fortunate that I
havo no incumbrances, for my nerves
are not strong; tho least bother inter
feres with my digestion, although, if
people will lot me alone, I am peptic
enough. I have only one relative in
the world a nephew, my HKr Hlstor'b
mly son. Poor soul! how she used to
dote upon tho boy I but she died sud
denly, anil her pension with her, so 1
found myself tho natural guardian of a
bright, handsome young fellow, but as
imitotuous and self-willed as a loving
mother could make him. I had no
desire to avoid tho responsibility, for I
am the last man iu tho world to shirk a
duty and besides I felt great affection
for him ; nevertheless we managed to
quarrel, although it was certainly not
my fault.
We got on together leinurkably well
for some time, until I decided 1 must
gut him something to do, and naturally
with my oxiKuionee I was tho iUtcst
judge of what was best for him. A re
markably good opening win offered mo
for Charlie- that's tho boy's name in
the otlieo of an eminent tirm of solici
tors. 1 made the arrangements without
consulting my nephew, thinking it
would bo a pleasant surprise to him ;
hut such is tho perversity of youth that
ho actually seotl'ed at tho idea, declaring
that ho would rather enlist for -i soldier
than porch himself on an otlieo stool.
I was very much disgusted, for I had
been praising tho young man's zeal and
aptitude to the partners in prophetic
terms. Now, Charlie had been dabbling
in art in an amateurish way for boiuo
time, and although I could sco ho had
talent for I am a mau of nrtistio dis-
CIIAITKIl II.
It was tho delightful Juno wcathor
that tomptcd mo to tako a cottngo on
tho river. I am, moreover, fond of
canooing, and tho owner of n cauoo of
greater width and stability than such
craft usually possoss. It may bo that I
do look an odd flguro as I sit in my
small hark, clad in whito llanncl and
crowned with a largo straw hat, but tho
benefit my hoalth and tompor dcrivo
from this exhilarating amuscmont mora
than compensate for tho plebeian rail
lory I meet with. It was to avoid boats
manned by incompetent and hoarse
voiced crews of vulgar cockneys that
ono beautiful afternoon I paddled my
canoo up a small tributary, whoso
windings and shallows protected it
against tho inroads of larger craft. In
tho meadows on cither sldo I could hoar
tho swoop of tho ucytlio and smell tho
now-mown hay. I paddled myself
about for a long time in peaceful enjoy
ment, watching tho swallows and king
fishers as tlioy Hashed through the sun
beams that slanted through tho dicker
ing leaves. After a while, turning my
cauoo, I let mysolf drift down with tho
stream, guiding mysolf at intervals with
a vigorous stroko of my paddle. JJlacl:
care had no placo hosicio mo that day,
and I was deep in midsummer's day
dream when all at onco a violent shock,
followed by a littlo scream, recalled mo
to mysolf and checked my absont career.
I was jerked uncomfortably forward and
my hat shaken over my oyes. To my
dismay I found I had run richt into a
young lady as I rounded tho curvo
where the current ran swiftly, who,
with her cauoo motionless in a thick
growth of weeds, was reading, half con
cealed by tho bows of n wooping willow,
lfor book fell Into tho water; her canoo,
drivon closer to tho bank by tho colli
sion, grounded, and my own shared tho
samo fato among tho thick weeds.
"Oh, my poor book!'1 exclaimed sho,
before I had sulUcieutly recovered from
my confusion to apologize
"I beg you a tlKHiBand pardons," I
stammered, pouring ft littlo stream of
water over her dress from my paddlo in
my agitation, "but I didn't seo'you."
"Oh, it can't ho helped," said sho
good-naturedly. "Perhaps you'll bo
kind enough to pick out my book."
Sho turned toward mo and I saw her
face was an exceedingly pretty one, with
oxpresslvo gray eyes, soft brown hair,
delicate features, and cheeks Hushed
with tho confusion my awkwardness
had causoil. one seemed mucu nioro
inclined to laugh than to bo nngry, and
I havo no doubt my faco showed a
curious mixture of shame and astonish
ment. I took tho book from tho water, and
after a vain attempt to dry its sodden
pages, handed it to tho owner.
"Shelley," exclaimed I, reading the
title.
Yea," said sho. "It has met with
the samo fato as its poor author."
She glanced at it l a comical littlo
expression of sorrow.
"You aro much kinder than I deserve"
said I, still fooling red and foolish; "the
unlv way 1 can make amends is by help
ing you otl'."
"Hadn't you better get otl yourself
llrstt" she answered, laughing.
So 1 commenced n violent strugglo
with my puddle, vainly splashing tho
water liko a wild goose with a broken
wing, hut unable to budge an inch.
My companion in misfortuuo, fully
appreciating tho absurdity of tho spec
tacle, burst into a tit of laughter, which
she strove iu vain to cheek.
"I am glad," said I, as I paused for
want of breath, "that I afford you some
amusement."
"It is so funny that I can't help it,"
said she.
"Pray don't try on my accouut," said
I magnanimously ; "I am quite nwaro
I owe you somo compensation."
At this point there was a rustling in
tho hushes; n big black ibg appeared,
and, descending to tho waters edgo,
began to bark Joyously.
"Horo'a Hector," said she,
llortio'a not far off."
I inwardly hoped Bcrtio might not bo
a young man inclined to givo himself
airs.
As sho spoko tho owner of tho dog
stopped from behind tho bushes. Ho
was a nico-looking boy of about twelve,
whom I guessed to bo her brother.
"Hullo, Edith I" ho exclaimed, "what's
tho row?"
Then perceiving tho naturo of our
dilemma ho began to laugh.
"Don't stand laughing there, you
foolish boy," Baid she, "but push us off."
bo ho gave us each a vigorous misli.
and off wo wont down tho stream to
gether, chatting amicably, until a fow
yards further wo roached n privato
landing placo nt tho ctlgo of a smooth
lawn. Boyond, through tho leaves,
wcro glimpses of ft pretty houso of old
red brick. A man rolling tho lawn camo
to help Edith to disembark a wrinkled
old fellow who socmed to watch mo
with suspicion.
J. returned her kind littlo Dow oy
raising my hat with difficulty for all
salutations from n canoo aro difficult
and remained a moment watching her
until sho disappeared behind tho laurel
bushes on hor way to tho houso. "I had
tho misfortuno to run into tho young
lady," said I to tho man.
"So I sco," said ho.
"Who livos thcro?" I inquired with n
nod toward tho house.
"Mrs. Lyall."
"Tho young lady is Miss Lyall, thon?"
"Yes."
Wo looked at ono nnothcr for a mo
ment. I wanted to ask somo moro
questions, but ovidontly tho grim
visnged gardenor did not intend to
gratify my curiosity.
no ro-
"Tliln Wn nnvnln wnlnrn."
.. WVt U I.......V .....WW,
marked; "that's your way."
"Very good," said I, "I'vo no wish to
trespass."
So I pnddlod homo, thinking about
my now acquaintance.
My boatman, iu answor to my in
quiries, told mo that Mrs. Lyall was a
widow and that sho had two childron.
"Tho young lady's a stunner," ho ob
served emphatically.
"Sho is n very charming young lady,
if you mean that," said I, majestically,
to roprovo his familiarity.
"That'B jes' what I do mean, Sir, an'
no offense," said ho apologetically.
Then I wont homo to dinner.
CHAITKIl ni.
From tho day of our meeting, Miss
Lyall began to fill n great part of my
thoughts. I am a man of tasto, and ad
mire gruco and beauty, simply from an
nrtistio point of viow, but not in the
least liko eomo young men who aro con
tinually wondering what sort of an im
pression tboy aro making. I am old
enough not to ox poet a woman to form
n romantic attachment to mo, although
I boo no roason why thoir society should
not amuso mo. In fact, I profor it to
that or, my own box whon thoy nro
young and interesting, principally, per
haps, liecauso thoy raroly contradict
ono rudoly or interrupt a mau when ho
Is talking about himself.
I don't think thcro Is much in mo to
interest n woman now. A girl with a
shado of romance would havo difllculty
in accenting mo ns a lover. Fancy a
young woman addressing mo aa "Henry,
iloar a man who ought to havo giown
up daughtors of his own, and who gots
out'of breath if obliged to run tip stairs.
I could not permit such familiarity. I
protest that if any girl did become at
tached to mo I should consider it my
duty to mako moro strenuous efforts to
euro hor thun Lancolot did in tho caso
of Klamo.
No, no, thoro is no nonsonso about
me, but only a certain amount of dor
maut noetry, and this had boon awak
ened by Miss Lyall.
Tho noxt day I wont up to London
to tho club, llrown dropped in and de
clared with emphasis that I looked ton
years youugor than wnon no last eaw
mo.
This pleased mo and I asked him to
lunch, simply, I confess, for tho nleasuro
of talking about Miss Lyall, for when I
am full of a subject I must speak of it
a weakness, I know, but ono I am too
old to euro.
We had an excellent lunch, I romem-
bor, and a particularly good Mayonnaise.
I am very loiul or .nnyonnnisoi u at-
recting tho cnvelopo and asked mo iron
ically if I had been writing a poem.
"A poem, indeed 1" exclaimed I testily.
"Why!"
"Bocauso you havo such a scraphin
smiio on your vcncrablo faco," ho an
swered, grinning.
It is generally wiser to hold ono's
tongue. People do misconstrue so. This
was tho commencement of my friend
ship witli Edith. Sho wroto mo n littlo
noto of thanks, and hoped 1 would call
at Fairlawn, which I did on tho first op
portunity.
Mrs. Lyall was rathor n majestic lady,
who evidently contrived to havo her own
way in tho houso. Edith was charming.
Sho had a way of talking of tho weather
which was most interesting and absorb
ing. Womon with deep crny oyes and
long lashos havo. Her mother quito
agreed with tho views I expressed on
modern Iladicalism it is always safo to
pitch into ltadicals whon you aro talk
ing to Indies, it sounds so respectable.
"Yos," bIio remarked, with a sigh, "wo
livo in clangorous times."
"Wo do, indeed," echoed I.
"I supposo all progress docsscom dan
gerous to thoso who don't want to movo,"
Edith remarked.
A liberal sontimont for which her
mother was reproving hor, when JJortio
appeared. Upon my thanking him with
dignity for his assistance ho remarked
Hint ho and Edith had laughed liko any
thing about it aftorward. School-boys
nro foolish creatures, rondy to gigglo at
anything, and unpleasantly frank whon
it is n question of other people. This
visit was tho first of ninny, and Edith,
who socmed to grow mora charming
every timo I saw hor, acquired so much
iiiflucnco over mo that, had it not bcou
for n discovery I mado, I might havo
mndo a donkoy of myself. I discovered
that sho hnd n lover. I went ono nftor
noou to Fairlawn, and Mrs. Lyall told
mo that Edith had gono to lunch with
soino frionds, and would not bo at homo
till tho cvoning. Abandoning all hopes
of seeing her on that day, and thrown
for my amusement on my own re
sources, I wont after dinner for an ovon-
mg ramble. Tho air was calm and
clear, and iinding a comfortablo scat on
n stilo bctwocn two fields, I sat watching
tho shadows dcopon and llstoning to a
niirhtingalo. Tho light grow dimmor, a
pale ntar appeared iu tho sky ; afar off
I could hear tho water rushing ovor a
distant weir. I suddonly dotcctcd light
footsteps in tho field bohind nie, thon
tho rustle of a dress, and turning my
head I saw Edith on tho other sldo of
tho stilo. Sho started back in surprise
"Why," I exclaimed in astonishment,
"I heard you woro spending thCday with
tho A b." They lived far nway in an
other direction.
"I did lunch there," sho said n littlo
nervously.
"But this isn't tho wny back from
thoir houso."
"I'm not coming from thcro."
"Oh," said I, and helped hor ovor tho
Btilo.
"Mr. Morton," sho Baid after a pauso,
"I want you to do mo a favor."
I think I dreaded something unpleas
ant "You aro surprised to meet mo horo,"
sho continued.
"Why oh yes."
"You musn't toll my mother you met
"What docs ho do then?"
"Ho is an nrtist."
I naturally concluded ho'wnsnotn
successful ono, picturing to myseif n
good-looking younir dauber ncciiBincr tho
Hanging Comtnittoo of tho Academy of
all manner of crimes when thoy had tho
good tasto to reject his productions
from tho mass of mediocrity with which
thoy annually cover their walls.
"I havo n nephew who cnlls himself
an artist," Baid I.
Sho gavo a littlo stnrt.
"You nover spoko of him before,"
said she.
"No j hecnuso wo quarreled."
"Whoso fault was it?"
bIIis, of coursol" And I told hor tho
Btory of Oharlio's ingratitude, while sho
listened intently.
"Poor fellow I" sho exclaimed, "how
very nico ho must bo."
This was not what I expected. I felt
sho ought to havo pitied mo. So I com
menced to defend my courso of notion,
wlillo sho, on hor side, plcndod Ghnrlio's
cnuso with n warmth and interest that,
considering her own troubles, surprised
mo. I tried in vain to pcrsuado her that
tho first steps toward n reconciliation
must como from Oharlio ; but, woman
liko, feeling blindod, her senso of justice
wns obscured nnd sho was logic-proof.
It was nhnost dnrlc when wo separated
at her tratc. I watchod her ns sho flitted
through tho gloom of tho trees to tho
houso, and then walked slowly homo
with n now set of thoughts nbout her. I
did not sleep well Hint night.
concluded next week
RALROAD NURSERY!
FRUIT TREES!
I hurt a largq stock ot Trull ami Oi'immriifnl
Tree from ono lo lliroo )eart olil
conilitlng ol
50,000 Apple Trees !
40,000 Plum and Prune
20,000 Cherry Trees !
10,000 Pear Trees !
10,000 Peach Trees I
25,000 Shrubs and Plants!
All grown on high dry soil una without Irrigation.
t3T i fJrnrt nnit Ittnl on Htnmllnz Mrrillliic,
mil on cm Ituoli. Tlicrcloro my trcci aro healthy
lid clear of IntocU.
Mynurecryli tltuatedSO mlnutea Utlvo eat from
5!o JJtark itrctt Ferry, on tho llaio Lino road, near
Sit. Tabor. Call and -co ray itotk ol tret It you lili
to aet an orchard.
Sty nrlrra nr n low m nnv rrllnlil.. in
can beanltl. Ilrunrciir Clirmt Trro.
T3l MY CATALOGUE SENT FltEB
Addrct all order to
II. W. I'KKnTMA.V. Proprietor
Ibltroad Nuraery, Kut Portland, Oregon.
1110
ways sceniB to fix n lunch on my mom
ory. 1 wish it agreed with mo bettor I
I told Drown of my meeting with Miss
Lyall, and it seemed to amuso him, but
whilo I was doing my best to describe
her oyes nnd features ho interrupted
mo, rather rudely, I thought, with an
unnecessary laugh, exclaiming:
"Why, Morton, my wily old bachelor,
tho girl has mado quite an impression
on you. Ask mo to tuo weuuing. Lome
and see .Meiton tho married man. Ah I
nh! nh!" .
I htito ilhmancy, and regretted I had
asked him to lunch. "Nonsense, Drown,"
said I, ft littlo irritably; "a man can
surely admire a pretty girl without
causing absurd jokes. Old fogies liko
you and I don't expect girls to fall in
lovo with them."
Drown is nuilo as old ns I am, but I
could see ho did not liko to bo bracketed
with me as a harmless old bachelor, for
I am told ho is still invited to evening
parties and dances a good deal after
supper with girls who nro just out. Af
ter lunch it occurred to mo that since I
bail spoiled Miss Lyall's book it would
bo polito to replace it. It was Shelley, I
remembered. All young and nrdont
bouIs read Shelley. I used to mysolf at
ono time, but do not nppreciato him so
much now, having, perhaps, become
moro reconciled to "things in general."
Accordingly I procured tho edition by
W. M. Kosetti. in three volumes, and
forwarded them to her with a littlo noto,
ti litfirnrv i(TViri Hint wql thn club 80V-
"then oral sheets of paper before I was eatiB-
ueu, jurown camo up wnno x was ui-
Miss Kdith's chcoks wcro Unshod, nnd
her oyea woro nnxioiiB.
"Lomo, promise, ' alio urged as i ro-
mnined silent.
"I promise," enid I sho could hnvo
mndo mo promlso anything "hut you
ought not to havo n secret from your
mother."
"I know it," snid Edith," but I enn't
help it."
Thon it dawned on mo with n rush
that Edith had n lover, nnd that sho
had just pnrtod with him. I felt a sud
den nnd unpleasant chnngo within mo,
and, waking from my littlo dream, bo-
enmo n reasonable mortal again. A
barrier of embarrassment had sprung
up botwecn us.
After ft littlo pause, howovcr, I in
formed Edith that I took n fatherly in
terest in her tho adjectivo did not
Boom happy nnd thnt if I could sorvo
hor in nny honornblo wny it would givo
mo plcnsuro.
"Thank you," sho said j "I valuo your
opinion very highly, nnd I think if you
woro in my placo you would act as I do."
I smiled nt tho idea of being in her
plnce, nnd wondered if I should havo
iSroferred tho socioty ol men or nno'i
years to inai oi inoxpenouecu uuys. u
seemed to mo that I should.
"I'm suro you would," sho added with
a blush. "Would yon give up n man
bocauso ho happened to bo poor?"
There was a very beautiful gleam in
hor oyes.
"No," said I, "not if thoro wns any
thing in him worth caring for, which
isn't usually tho case."
"Tho man I caro for is much too good
for mo!" sho oxclalmed.
"Nonsonso," said I feelingly.
"You would liko him very much if
you know him," sho wont on. I doubt
ed it.
"And you've just seen this paragon,"
said I sarcastically.
"Yes," said sho, "and you can't imag
ino how difficult it is."
Then sho told mo tho old story of nn
attachment youthful, detrimental -no
proapecta maternol disapproval clan
destine meetings in consequence all
tho ditllculties eo full of absurdities
and pathos: that dog tho steps of un
happy lovers. I'oor Edith I like the rest
of tho world sho hod her troubles. If
it had been nnyouo else I should havo
lectured hor, but her manner of stating
her cose throw dnst in my eyes and
mado it appear sho was quite right.
"And what ia his namet" I inquired
bluntly.
"I would rather not tell," Baid Bhe.
TANGENT NURSERY!
II. W. Sf'TTIil'MII'It, Prop.,
Tangent, Linn Co., Oregon.
I would respectfully call tho attention of thoo
wli line to let out orchardi. to tho fact that I havo a
LAllOri STOCK of lery nlco Nureery Trcea and
MuuLberj, comlitlnjr mainly of
Fruit, Shade, Ornamental
and Nut Trees.
ALSO..
(al'llllC
Vines, Small
ami ICu.scs.
Fruits,
Which I will tell at cheap aa the cheapnU
"Tfl. No lined l'ct In Sly Nuntery.
Semi for catalcfuo and Prlw-llt.
Addren: II. W. SKTTLEMIER,
octlSa 0 Tangent, Linn County, On eon.
WOODBURN NURSERY 1
Keep tho Largett stock of
Fruit, Shade, Ornamental
and Nut Trees I
North at California, at tho wry lowcitratei. No
ArillS or other Intcct peati which are ruining most
of tho Nurterlea.
Apple treeo, JS to 810 per 100. IVar. Peach and
Cherry. SIS to SIBiwr 100. l'lum. n,l I'nm.j tj in
tit per 100. Heity dltcouut on 1000 lota.
tSr 8KND FOR CATALOGUE AND PltlCE-LIST.
Addre-i: J. . Kl.TTLKJIIUK.
octluiS Woodtmrn, Oregon.
SHERWOOD'S
Novely Steel Harness I
No Tus. or Mlilllletrcc. Ui'qulreil.
Took First Premiums nt Now York,
Ohio and Missouri State Fairs.
For salo by
.1. I). JORDAN & SON,
Saleic, Oregon,
Aventt for DEL03 JEFFERSON,
Agent for tho Uouimllr, llou.ebolil, WUIIe.
unit Auicrlcau 8ln JUchtow. oil, NeeUlta,
and Attachrueau and Machine parta for all machine.
UacMi.ea repaired and warranted. Come or (end for
particular. SatUftctltu guaranteed. myltl
S30WREWARD msr
to any person that can fnrntah an
Jlltamatle Kali.l.. Ktr.w M.fcr
tnat can do better work than the
IMPERIAL STACKER
that re aro bonding, fend for
i circular and price Kit which will
fta, m .1 1 A.1 f rA All .m v.r-
ranted to do good work or no aale.
NEWARK MACHINE CO,, Columbus, 0.
"PRKR Th Frooefleld'a Cattle Powder Co. will
-w-ao. tend br mall free, a valuable package ol
their famoua CatU Powder to erery Fanner who ar
pile. It nuy n-o tou haatdnd cT dallar. Ad.
drees 3M Billwym Street. rialladtlphU, feu.
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