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ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA COUNTY;, OREGON, AUGUST 25, 1882.
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The ajtalns Tale.
"One day
in
March, 1SG9, while he
Was lyin 1" pori uu xmuuury, m
lyin'
"Western Australia, I was ashore; and I
sea a nice lookin' young fellow, about 2i
years old, eyeiu me pretty sharp. He was
at work on a chain-gang. Watchin' his
chance, he eays to rne. "Are you the
mate of that whaler?"
" 'Yes, says I.
"Then, says he, 'Has the priest said
anything to 3-011 about me?'
" 'No' says I.
'"Well "he's goiu' to,' says he and
passed on quick.
"The priest follered right along, and
. ased me if I'd ever.seen that young man
' before.
" 'Never to my knowledge, 'says I.
"Then he told me it was a
Fenian prisoner; that he had been con
fined in Dartmoor prison in England
for seven months, and then sent to Aus
tralia for life; he'd been there goin' on
'ieven months and wanted to get off.
And tha upshot of it was that the priest
offered me live hundred dollars to get
him off.
"I told him I didn't want his monev.
If he'd been a thief or a murderer I
wouldn't have tried to help him anyway;
butlcouldnt make out that hed.com-
mitted any crime, so the priest and I, we
fixed it that the next day, when the ship
got under way, I should pick him up in
the yawl; and I did.
"It beat all how quick everybody on
board took to that fellow; he was so
pleasant and snch a handsome young
chap.
." Well,come August.we had to put into
Tiodrigues for water. It was that or die
of. thirst. That's not far from Mauritius,
in the Indian ocean.
"13 v this time the news of s' es-
cape had got ahead of us and was known
all over the world. It was just before
sunset when a boat from shore came
alongside, and her officer boarded us.
" was standiu just as near to me
as I be to you, when the officer up and
says to me: 'Have you got a man aboard
of the name of ?'
"I kind
seemed as
then I says
of thought a minute it
if 'twas half an hour and
'No.' Says I very quiet:
We had a fellow
on board by the name
Brown, but he died
two months
aero at
Java.'
'He looked at me a minute; then
says he, 'Well, you've got some ticket-of-leave
men aboard, haven't you?
"I was mighty glad he asked me that;
for I thought it would take up his atten
. tion and give me a little time to think.
" 'I can't say as to that,"scys I.
" 'Well,' says he, 'call your men up
from forrud and we'll soon rind out.
" 'No, says I; 'I don't want nothin' to
do with that kind of business. You can
look for yourselves if yon like.'
"So he and his gang went forrard and
hauled out the stowaways, and put 'em
aboard their boat, and pulled ashore, ap
pearin' to be satisfied.
"As soon as they were gone, , half
crazy, says to me: .uy u-ou: it s an up
with me! What can I do? They'll come
back for me, but I'll never be taken
alive!'
"I knew he meant what he said; for
the priest had told me he tried to com
mit suicide, and, if he couldn't escape,
had determined to kill himself.
I calmed him down; told him to go be
low and keei) out of sight, and I'd try to
think up something; but says I, 'You
shan't be taken as long as I can stand by
you.
"I knew very well that as soon as they
got. ashore those ticket-of-leave men
would blow on him; and I really didn't
know what to do. Things looked black.
"By thi3 time it got to be dark, and I
sat down by mydelf to think. Then I
remembered a 'kind of locker under the
stairs, where the steward sometimes
kept the dishes he wasn't usin'. It was
shet by pushin one of the stairs risrht
over it. I knew they'd never find him
there. Then I went to and told
him to go an.l find a little grindstone
there was on tho 6hip while I kept the
men busy forrard. When I come back
I'd stop a spell and talk with the stew
ard; and when he heard me talkin' he
must throw the grindstone and his hat
overboard, give a shriek and then run
and stow himself in the locker.
"When I come along back I stopped
and says to the steward, I don't know
what will happen when those fellows
come aboard to-morrow morning.
will never be taken alive. He'll kill
some of 'em and kill hitnself. He threat
ened to do it in Australia.'
"Just then we heard a great splash
and a scream. 'What's that?' says I.
" 'It's ,' says the steward; he's
thrown himself overboard.'
"Everybody heard it. The captain was
off that day. I rushed aft, told the
other officers, and ordered out the boats.
The men. felt terribly. Every one of 'em
was fond of him. We got out four boats
and swept that harbor for hours. I was
the last boat in. "When I got aboard I
found the second mate leanin' over the
ship's side, cryin' bitterly. 'He's gone,
poor fellow ! Here's his hat,' says he;
'the men have just picked it up. "We
shall never see him again.
"There wasn't a wink of sleep onboard
that night. The next morning I put the
flag a half-mast. Everybody was sol
emn as death. 's wet hat lay on tho
hatchway. They all thought he was
dead .
"The captain came off to see what was
the matter. I told him the story how
we heard the splash, got out the boats
and picked up 's hat. Right in the
midst of it the officers from llodrigues
came aboard to claim their man.. "We
told 'em the story and showed 'em the
wet hat. They never offered to search
the vessel. They see how bad the men
felt, and they believed it all and pulled
Off.
"Late that afternoon we got our water
all aboard and borej away to sea. I
waited till he was almost out o sight o'
land, then I says to the captain: I
guess I'll go below and get a cigar.' I
went, and hauled the I step away; and
there was , all in a' heap. v I can see
that fellow's face right before me now,
white as chalk, eyes asj black as night.
He looked like a wild man.
" 'What now?' says he, trembling all
over. J
" 'Come out of that,!say8 I.
"What do you mean?' says he.
" 'Don't stop to askj questions, man,'
saysLx' 'Get out of that and come up;
yon re safe for this time. Land is al
most out of sight.' I
"He crawled out, and we went on deck
together. 'Now,' says I. 'cro and shake
hands with the captain.
"I went to the side of the ship and
stood there smokin and pretendiu' to ba
scannin' the horizon. I see the captain
Kive one look at ; a kind of scared
look. He thought it I was his ghost.
Then he wruns s hand burst out
cryin' jest like a baby. Pretty soon he
looked at me. I never said a word. .'Did
that fellow have anything to do with it?'
says he. From "A Summer in the
Azores," by C. Alice Baker.
A obl Revenge.
The coffin was a plain one a poor,
miserable pine coffin. No flowers on the
top; no lining of white satin from the
pale brow; no smooth ribbons about the
coarse shroud. The brown hair wag,
laid decently back, but there was no
crimped cap with tie beneath the chin.
The sufferer of cruel poverty smiled in
her sleep; she had found bread; rest and
health.
-j. wane 10 see my mother, son bed a
poor little child,, as the undertaker
screwed down the top. j
"You cannot; get out of the way, boy;
why den't some one take the brat?"
"Only let ms see herj one minute!"
cried the helpless orphan, clutching the
side of the charity box, as he gazed upon
the coffin, agonizing tears streaming
bown the cheeks on which no childish
bloom ever lingered. Oljit was painful
to hear him cry those words, "Only
once; let me see mother only once!
Quickly and brutally j the heaitless
monster struck the boy away, so that he
reeled with the blow. jFor a moment
the boy stood panting jwith grief and
rage his blue eyes distended, his lips
sprang apart, fire glistened through his
eyes as he raised his little arm with a
most unchiidish laugh and screamed:
"When I'm a man, I'll be revenged for
that!" .1 1
There w:as a coffin and a heap of earth
between the mother and the poor for
saken child a monument much stronger
than granite built in the boy's heart the
memory of the heartles3 deed.
j
The courthouse was crowded to suffo
cation.
"Does any one appear
counsel?" asked the judge.
as this man's
There was a silence when he had fin
ished until, with lips tightly pressed to
gether, a look of strange! intelligence
blended with a haughty reserve upou his
features, a young man stepped forward
with a firm tread and kindly eye to plead
for the friendless one. He was a stran
ger, but at the first sentence there was
silence. The splendor of his genius en
tranced convinced. j
The man who could not hud a friend
was acquitted. j
"May God bless you, sir; I cannot!"
he exefaimed. j
"I want no thanks," replied the stran
ger, j
"I I I believe yoa are j unknown to
me." j
"Sir, I will refresh your memory.
Twenty years ago this day you struck a
broken-hearted little boy away from his
dead mother's coffiin. I was that boy."
The man turned livid. j
' Have you rescued me, then, to take
my life?" j
"No, I have a sweeter revenge. I have
saved the life of a man whose brutal con
duct has rankled in my breast for. the
last twenty years. Go, then, and re
member the tears of a friendless child."
The man bowed his head in shame, and
went from the presence of magnanimity,
as grand to him as it was incomprehen
sible.
Cabinet Padding. The ingredients
for this pudding are one and a half
ounces of candied peel, foar ounces of
currants, four dozen Sultana raisin a, a
few slices of sponge cake, a French roll,
four eggs, a pint of milk, grated lemon
peel, a quarter of a nutmeg and three
tablespooufuls of sugar. Melt some but
ter to a paste and well grease the mold
in which the pudding is toj be boiled,
taking care to butter it in every part.
Cut the candied peel into thin slices and
place them in a fanciful device at the
bottom of the mold, filling in the space
with currants and Sultanas; I then add a
few slices of sponge cake, a French roll,
drop a few drops of meltedj butter on
these, and between each layer sprinkle a
few currants. Proceed in this way until
the mold is nearly full, then flavor the
milk or cream with nutmeg j and gratod
lemon rind, add the sugar, and beating
the eggs, stir them with the jcream, and
beat the mixture until it is perfectly
smooth, when it should be strained into
the mold, which should be .quite full.
Tie a piece of buttered paper over it,
and let it stand for two hours then tie it
down with a cloth, put it into boiling
water, and let it boil for onej hour. In
taking it up let it stand a minute or two
before the cloth is remoyed.then quickly
turn it out of the mold, and j serve with
sweet or wine sauce in a tUreen. The
flavoring of this pudding may be varied
by substituting essence of I vanilla or
almonds for the lemon, orjby placing
preserves or marmalade between the lay
ers of cake and roll.
A Slorj With a Moral.
Once upon a time there was a general
assemblage of fowls and animals, called
together to discuss the question of v re
form. The tiger shed tears over the
wickedness of the rabbits; the hyena
wept at the rapacity of the vultures, and
the wild cat pressed his paws to his
nnhinc heart and siched over the vil-
lanies perpetrated by the mischievous
rats and mice. A venerable old coon
oon
the
was made the chairman of
nieetinc and after clearing his voice he
began:
J
"My friends, there is great need of re
form. We are drifting down to perdi-
tion at race-horse speed. Speak, broth
ers. sneak, and let us
have a full and
frank expression."
"I am for reform! ' said the tiger, as
he rose up. "I see the coons out every
night, stealing corn and raising old Ned
cenerallv. and I hope thev may be
brought to see the error of their ways.
"Reform is my watchword," began the
buftilo. as he secured the floor, "and I
hope the tiger will commence the good
work in their midst. The tiger who just
addressed you has the blood of my slain
calf still on his lips!
"It is my opinion," began a veteran old
hvena. "that reform is most needed
among the vultures. They have become
so bold that I hardly stand a show nowa
days to find a carcass for myself!"
"And since men have taken to carry
ing guns and swords, I hesitate to attack
them .'"said a wolf. "I move, Mr. Chair
man, that it is the sense of this meeting
that men go no longer armed.
"Hear wnat I have to say, pleaded
the wild cat. "I move that the panther
be censured for eating fish.
"And mv friend the cow should be
forced to let grass alone," observed an
elephant.
"In order to get the sense of the meet
ing, I move that we no longer eat flesh,
said a deer.
"I move to amend by substituting
the word grass," promptly responded a
wolf.
Amendments and resolutions were
coming in like the Pacific Express, when
the old coon in the chair called for order
and said:
"My friends, let us begin the reform
by routing out the serpents.
"No! no!" protested a fox. "I lease
my cave to a family of serpents at excel
lent cash figures, let s drive the worms
out of the conntry."
"But we feed on wormsl chirped a
hundred birds, "Drive them out and we
would starve!"
Thus they continued, each one anxious
to preserve whatever was good for him
self, and sacrifice whatever was good for
his neighbor, until the coon cut the dis
cussion short by saying:
"Order! order! Now any bird or fowl
who is willing to begin this reform cam
paign by sacrificing personal gains, will
please stand up."
Everything continued to sit.
"Well, then, anyone willing to begin
the reform at home and under his own
hat :vill please stand up."
No one stood up.
"I think we have bitten off more than
we can chew!" said the coon, as he laid
down his gavel. "This is a very wicked
world, and there is a great need of re
form, but when tigers set out to reform
hyenas, and wild cats can find fault with
the doings of wolves, it's time to dis
miss the meeting!"
Moral: Chaiity may begin next . door,
but reform should commence at home.
Monumental 4ffectlon.
She was a handsome and wealthy
young widow, and had but just lost her
husband. Full of grief over the loss of
her beloved one, she sought a dealej in
monuments, a friend of the dear de
parted. Seeing the sympathetic face of her
husband's friend, the tears burst afresh
from her eyes, as she greeted him, sob
bing, "You have heard it, George is
gone!"
Yes, ho had heard it.
"And now," t-aid she, "I want to get a
monument, the finest and most imposing
monument that you can make. I don't
care for the expense. You have them
costing ten thousand dollars, do you
not? she ventures.
O ye3, he could build her a splendid
monument for that. He would prepare a
design and submit it to her.
"You will have it ready soon, will
you not?" she pleaded. "This evening?"
No, not this evening, he replied,
but he would hurry it up as fast as pos
sible and bring it to her residence. And
so it was settled, and she went away very
grateful for the ready sympathy, and
anxiously expectant for the design.
Then the monument man got out an
old design and had it transferred to a
clean piece of paper, and in fifteen min
utes was ready for the widow, but, of
course, it wouldn't do to show up for a
week or so. The long days dragged out
their weary length finally, and the mar
ble man assumed an appropriate funeral
countenance, sought out the widow and
submitted his work. He found her some
what more reconciled.to her loss and a
little inclined to be critical, but on the
whole she was pleased with tho design.
"But," she said, "I have been talking
over the matter with my sister, and she
thinks five thousand dollars ought to buy
a very nice monument. Couldn't you
make one like that for five thousand ?"
"No," responded he, "but I can build
you a handsome monument for five thou
sand. Shall I make a design of one for
that figure?"
"Yes, I wisli you would, please, and I
will come to your office and examine it
in a week or two."
"Oh, no; I won't trouble you to do so.
There is no particular hurry about it,
and I will call upon you; it's my turn,
you know," and she smiled graciously
pn him as she bowed him out.
Wellj what was a poor monument man
to do? He could only wait, and he did
wait, bnsviner himself nieanwhilA in
getting up elaborate and really beautiful
designs. One day he met the ladv on
the street, dressed in the merest apology
ror naif mourning. He bowed obsequi
ously and informed her that the desicrn
was finished, and he thoucht it would
not fail to be perfectly satisfactory.
"Oh." she said, "I have been so busy.
don t you know, with one thine: and an
o.nr, mat L nave forgotten all about
- Let me see, how much was that to cost?"
.rive thousand dollars. 1
"Oh, dear I reallv can't afford to pay
that much. Now couldn t you," this
very bewitchingly, "make a real nice
monument for about five hundred dol
lars ? I know you can, and I will come
around and see you soon; good-bye."
Then the monumentnian went to his
office and told his grief to a three-legged
lamb and a stone angel.
Sometime after this the charming widow
with a male friend, whom she called
"Charley," dropped in again.
"Do you know," she said. "I feel so
ashamed to think that I never came
around to look at your pretty designs?
Charley; and I have concluded that
those great costly ornaments are so fool
ish, after one's dead, you know. "We
think its wicked, don't we Charly?"
Charley allowed that it was. "But,"
she continued, "those little white boards
such as they put up at the soldiers'
graves, Charley I think are very nice.
So neat and unpretentious. Couldn't
you make one of them for me, and put
Georges monogram on it? His initials
make such a pretty monogram.'
The monument man s cup
was full
He told
and he spilled over on them.
her that Charley could get an
old shin
business gle and tack one of George's
cards on it.
Beechr on liell.
The Bev. Henrv Ward Beecher's ser
mon last Sunday morning was an exam
ination of the method of creation. There
were a great manvquestions.Mr. Beecher
said, that people did not dare to think
about, simply because they could not
solve them. Some persons argued for
unbelief in the teachings of the Christian
religion from the order of nature. They
reflected on the extraordinary organiza
tion of the world on the key-note of de
struction. The principle of destroying
was the foundation of the world. It was
in the very organic nature of the animal
kingdom, for example, that one part
should live by destroying the other part.
The shark, the tiger and the lion were or
ganized ferocities. Pretty poetry was
written about the graceful curves of the
swallow in its flight, but the swallow was
simply hunting for something to eat, and
it Killed tnousands 01 insects while lae
poets were engaged in writing their
poetry. The whole animal lace were
butchers, with men at the top. Man was
the most enormous butcher and eater of
them all. All animals ate, and ate to
prepare themselves for man's table. Man
was the most destructive of them all.
Some persons said this was a perversion
of God's original purpose; that the fall of
Adam was the cause of this destructive
principle or life. In other words, God
put two ignorant human beings in the
Garden of Eden, surrounded them with
the animal, kingdom, and then, when
they fell, He charged everything and
altered the lion's teeth from grinders to
tearers. Such a plea as that was infan
tile and puerile, and it would do well if,
in time, it saved itself from the term
idiotic.
Mr. Beecher said, in conclusion, that
at every step in the evolution of the race
there was a grain for the law of benevo
lence. Nature went on developing until
the point was reached when we suffered
ourselves to prevent others from suffer
ing. And development must continue
until the time would be when the law
would be the law of supi erne, disinter
ested love. "Then cometh the end."
Destructiveness would die, and through
out the whole world not any enemy
would be left. "Do you ask me," said
Mr. Beecher, "if at that time there will
be a reserved place a walled-in-place
set apart for pain and suffering?
No! God ;s not a God if that
is so. l don t believe it! mat
pain and suffering go beyond the con
fines of this life I do believe, but not
eternally. I don't know why, when per
sons who have not obeyed God s laws
here drift over into the other world, pain
should not have the same effect there as
here to drive them back to obedience.
We can't prove it by the Scriptures, nor
can we prove that it doesn't. The Scrip
tures don t settle such questions. They
are left vague. But in the grand hour of
final victory there will be no under
groan of suffering that is eternal and
knows no end bnt suffering. Such a
thing would be barbaric, infernal,
demoniacal: I can never worship any
God but a just God. Take away the idea
of eternal torment and you take away
half the problems that prevent man's
progress, and you throw light on God's
justice." Chicago Tribune. j
Asiatic Civilization. The Sultan
showed his regard for General Lew Wal
lace in the Snltanic way of sending him
a Turkish girl. Newspapers are pretend
ing that this was only a painting of a
Turkish girl. ; But the old practice of
Sultans is to give and take presents of
real girls, of which they have more than
of paintings. There is a practice of giv
ing new meaning to words to get public
men out of delicate or indelicate situa
tions. What will Lew Wallace do with
his Turkish girl? The laws of this
country will not stand it. Let him sell
her to Barnum for his caravan to go with
Thomas Knox' white elephant. Cincin
nati Gazette.
The Last Kesort.
Of the sixty citizens summoned, out of
which to find an unprejudiced and com
pelent jury, twenty-eight .were excused
"7 the Court for good reasons, and the
thirty-two others were examined by the
I attorneys engaged in the case; twenty -
- I three were excused for actual bias, and
I seven were peremptorily challenged.
The twenty-fourth citizen examined was
j simply asked his name and business, and
I counsel on each side announced himself
- 1 as satisfied to accept the gentleman as a
it. juror
from the Court to the attorneys.
"What do yo object to?" asked the
Judge. I
" Why, your Honor, I object to serv
ing on the 'jury, as I am not on the as
sessment roll."
"I'll not take advantage of that," said
the attorney lor the people.
"Neither will I, said counsel to the
defendant.
"In that case, said the Judge to the
citizen, "if counsel will not take advan
tage of this disqualification, I cannot
excuse you. "j
"But," continued the citizen, "all the
other gentlemen have been asked ques
tions as to their qualifications, and I
want to be asked some questions."
"I have none to ask," said the Prose
cuting Attorney,
"Neither have I," said the defendant's
counsel. j
"But," continued the citizen, who
appeared exceedingly anxious to be ex
cused, "I'm not fit to serve in this case,
as I cannot give the defendant a fair
trial." j
"We think you can," said the lawyers,
simultaneously.
"If counsel are satisfied with you, yon
will have to be sworn to try the "cause,"
said the Judge.
The Clerk then requested the citizen
to rise and be j sworn, and he proceeded
to administer; the following oath: "You
do solemly swear that you will well and
truly try the cause now at issue, and a
true verdict render according to the evi
dence and the law as given to you by the
Court."
"No, sir," firmly answered the citizen.
"What is your reason for refusing to
take the oath ?" asked the Judge.
"Because," said the citizen, "I could
not render a true verdict according to
the law and evidence."
uy consent tue citizen was then ex
cuse.
Ltvel-neaded 0far.
Who is this man with the long, thin
legs, the1 stooping shoulders, and the
yellow, flowing hair? His name Js Os
car Wilde. One day, when the superin
tendent of a lunatic asylum
a lunatic asvium was on
hunting expedition inLondonk he picked
up Uscar and took him before a magis
trate, who asked him his name.
By the misty eyelids of the sleepy
moon 1 cannot tell vou, answered the
prisoner. "Mamma would not like it."
From that moment he became famous.
For breckfast he sips the dew from
honeysuckles, and his dinner consists of
roast lily bugs flavored with lavender
water. Half a dozen scarlet bags and
ten trunks constitute his baggage. The
trunks contain locks of hair which he
purchased cheap at a Surrey rope walk.
No fashionable American girl will be
long without one. His soul yearns after
sunflowers. Give him his choice be
tween a sunflower and a greenback and
he will take the greenback. In Chicago
he is destined to be most popular his
feet are so large When he returns to
his native land loaded with rocks his
"mamma" will say to him:
"Oskie, the fortunes of the family are
much improved.j want a new sealskin
sacque and a dog car."
But the lily worshiper will depart from
her, saving I
"Well, I should smile. What does
the oldwoman take me for?"
After that no Englishman will eat more
beef with his lilies, or drink more beer
with his sunflowers than Oscar. Brook
lyn Eagle. j
A Fashionable Amusement.
In Washington soap-bubble parties
are among the fancies of the day. Like
common parties and Germans they fur
nish an opportunity for the distribution
of presents, which, unless conducted
with great delicacy and good taste, de
generate into j vulgar ostentation of
wealth. At a recent one of this kind the
climax of the evening was reached be
fore eleven o'clock, when a large china
punch-bowl filled with soap-suds, was
placed upon the center tablo of the rear
parlor, the capets having been prudently
screened with linen ostensibly for more
convenience in dancing. "Long nine"
eighteen clay pipes were produced, and
all tried to see who could blow the larg
est bubble. Three trials were granted to
each person, but all whose bnbbles burst
were compelled to desTst. There were
five Judges to estimate the size of the
bubbles and award the prizes, which
were old knickerbocker pipes, plaques
and other dainty 'souvenirs to the suc
cessful blowers. The fun is immense,
for many grown np people are children
at heart. j
K ,
"Do you belong to the Casino?" says
one swell to another swell at Newport.
"No, I don't belong to the Casino, but I
have an uncle who used to buy his
clothes from your grandfather's shop."
Truly, in the midst of artificial life, sham
and deception, we'freqnently are put out
on the first base by the pedigree ques
tion, j
It is stated that Levy.the cornetist.gets
more salary than an editor. So he
does, and it isn't j fair. We know lots
of editors who are; bigger blowers than
Levy.
HOUSE AlfD FARM.
Lettuce may be sown profitably at in
tervals until September.
George "Wefhington always read the
agricultural column firstfLouisville
Courier Journal.
In destroying insects on the farm a
large number of guinea fowls are consid
ered invaluable. .
To keep lawns neat mow often: to
leave them too long involves more labor
in the cutting; but in mid-summer, wheif
the roots are liable to be too dry. do not
cut too close;
Hen manure ' carries less water than
stable manure, but more nitrogen and
organic matter. As to potash and phos
phoric acid, there is a great similarity in
the constituents of both materials.
A member of the Elmira Farmers
Club says ashes are far more profitable
to use on potatoes than on ether farm
crops, because of the demand for potash
which potatoes make upon the soil.
The fungus, so injurious to peach
trees, by producing the yellows and vari
ous other diseases, can ba cured bv
pouring boiling hot soapsuds about tho
roots every wash day. Gardener's
Monthly.
Sorrel generally finds its war into
fields which have a thin or poor soil,,
and one of the best remedies is to en
rich the soil with manure, and a small
portion of lime is often useful in exter
minating sorrel.
It is not desirable to breed animaln
that will eat but little, as it is not reason
able to expect such to give as large pro
portionate returns for feed consumed as
those which have efficient digestive or
gans of greater capacity.
Sweet corn, sown successively every
week in June, and even in July, mav be
plucked and used every day until frost
comes. .Lama beans, okra and melons,
also bush beans, carota. etc.. for winter
use, may be planted during the month
of Jnly.
The American Agriculturalist cautions
against injuring the asparagus plants bv
I a 1 i .a; m.. - 1 j . , .
too late cutting. The shoots of - this
season came from strong buds formed
last season, and to insure a similar crop
next season the plants should have a
ohance to 2repare for it.
The Colorado beetle, which infests the
potato vine, has been trapped. A farmer
placed here and there, in his potato
patch, boards covered with slices, of raw
potatoes. At noon and night the beetles
ooverinflf tbemVero destroyed: Prob-"
ably paris-green on the slices would
have saved trouble.
Brewis. Butter the bottom of yonr
saucepan and then put some fresh milk
in it. The butter will prevent the milk
from sticking. Bring to a boil, and sea
son with salt and a generous piece of
butter. Have the bread broken into
little bits, and as soon as the butter
melts, stir them until all the milk is
absorbed. Serve immediately, as longer
cooking will make it sticky.
Pudding. A delicate pudding is made
of three tablespoonsful of cornstarch
dissolved in a little cold water. Have
one pint of boiling water on the stove;,
in this stir the cornstarch and the well
beaten whites of three eggs; let it boil
up twice; pour it into an earthen dish
which will hold. three pints; steam the
pudding for ten minutes. For the
sauce use the yolks of three eggs, one
cup of sugar, one cup of sweet milk.and
a small piece of butter; boil for a few
minutes; when cool flavor with lemon or
vanilla. The pudding also is to be eaten
cold. f ,
Try Again.
A gentleman was once standing by a
little brook.watching its bounding, gurg
ling waters. In the midst of his musings
he noticed scores of little minnows mak
ing their way up the stream, and in the
direction of a shoal which was a foot or
more high, and over which the clear
sparkling waters were leaping. They
halted a moment or two as if to survey
the surroundings. "What now?" in
quired the gentleman; "can these little
fellows continue their journey any
further?" He soon saw that they wanted
to go further up the stream, and were
only resting and. looking out the best
course to pursue in order to con
tinue their journey to the unex
plored little lakelet that lay just above
the shoal. All at once they arranged
themselves like a little column of sol
djers, and darted np the foaming little
shoal, but the rapid current dashed them
back in confusion. A moment's rest and
they were again in the sprayey water
with like results. For an hour or more
they repeated their efforts, each time
gaining some little advantage. At last,
after scores and scores of trials, they
bounded over the shoal, into the beauti
ful lakelet, seemingly the happiest little
folks in the world. "Well," said the
gentleman, "here is my lesson. I'll
never .again give up trying when I un
dertake anything. I did not see how
these little people of the brook could
possibly scale the shoal it seemed im
passable, but they were determined to
cross it. This was . their purpose, and
they never ceased trying until they were
sporting in the waters above it. I shall
never give up again."
The New X?rk Ledger asks: "Is, a
man to be deemed insane because he
kisses the girl to whom he is engaged in
an enthusiastic and boisterous man
ner?" We should, say no, emphatically.
The fact that he is engaged to a girl in an
enthusiastic manner, should not deprive
him of the right to kiss her any more
than if he had engaged himself to her in
a quiet and orderly manner. Norris
town Herald. . . :