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ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA COUNTY, OREGON: MARCH 23, 1883.
NO. 33.
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Sit down here bsi.l nst. my aw I Genevieve;
HoM Miy Iihii.1 iB your own, as you LeKl
thotiiufoU.
This hour of twilight ha- iowor to weave
All threa.ls ofllu p:ist into fabric of gold.
It oome.ia of yor with U o-.lor of llowera.
With prodigal riciiiiw of deeply-reou loaves,
This jUvn-uo:itu ot .-uinnier it comes, and its
hi'iirs
.Of twilight aietlioxi to which my soul cleaves.
And oleosa nt it is fr the. hour to lie here,
Forgetful of ills that have been or may he;
I think, Oenevieve, but fu- you I would die
here.
And so cud the contest Letwixt Death and me.
For the fihl ha? Uen long and painful and
weary
Ah, love.'eouM I onlv have borno it alone !
The days laden-homed, the nights sad and
dreurc,
The anguUli of !k1v and mind I have ki.wn
Do you sometimes think, mv sweet Genevieve,
llow brightly before us the' future once
gleamed ?
How often of old on a summer- eve
.. Have we sat in Love's sweet silence and
dreamed ?
Of all the beautiful thiusj- that should be:
Of the wonderful deeds I should some dav do,
When every honor tha: came to me
Should be a loye-oilerimj unto you?
Fair, oh fair was that .sunset vision.
Seen through th diamond lens of Ijove;
Forever we wandered in fields of Elyian,
A heaven aroimd us, a heaven above !
And this is the end of all our dreaming !
Ah, swet t Genevieve, the hot tears start .
Uow bitter the mil as compared with the seem
ing, How black the To day which was once a part
Ol that roseate Future that opened before us !
God pity u'both, and pity all
Who re. stricken thus, for now hansrs o'er us
Naught save the shadow of the pall !
And yet, Geneyieve, though Misery has found
s
We, likewise, have found how mighty is Love.;
If faded forever the heaven around n.
Forever awaits us the heaven above !
A.I AlirivrS KEA3i.
Carradine sat alone at hi- easel, paint
ing; and as he painted he thought.
Eight years before, when he was a poor
and struggling boy, just entering on that
race which must be run by every aspir
ant to art and its honors, tire re happened
to hini something which neither time nor
toil had ever been able to efface from his
memory. As he was passing along the
streets a wveath of fragrant rosea sud
denly fell on his head, and, looking up
in wonder, he beheld, reaching out from
the embroidered draperies of an over
hanging windosv, a child, with fairy
like proportions, with great, dark eyes,
and long, curling biack locks, who stood
smiling and throwing him kisses from
her curved lip, colored like a pome
granate. While she still gazed a nurse
had came forward and drawn the child
away: the curtains were closed, and he
saw the little creature no more.
Such was the vision that the artist had
carried so long in his memory; in his
memory only, for he hud no second
glimpse of the child. That very day an
accident occurred which kept him a
prisoner in his room for some weeks, and
when next he went out the house was
empty, and a placard with great flaring
letters announcing it for sale stared
him in the face, from the same window
in which the little white-robed elf had
stood waving her hand and smiling to
him. In course of time other faces ap
peared there, but they were strange
faces and among them was never the one
for which he looked.
Now, as Carradine sat painting alone,
he thought of all this; of the struggle
that had ended at length in success; of
his hard unfriended boyhood and of the
beautiful child with her fragrant rose-
crown, which had seemed almost like a
prophecy. That rose-wreath, dry and
withered now, v, as all that was left to
him of the fair vision, but when this
morning, in turning over an old port
folio, he had come upon it by chance, it
- spoke to him of that by-gone day just as
eloquently as when its blossoms were
fresh and pure.
"Eight years ago," ho said, thought
fully, letting the shriveled circlet blip
through his lingers slowly. "She must
be near sixteen now if she lives. If?
No, I do not doubt her living presence
somewbeic. I wonder where she is now,
.and what she is like at sixteen?"
With that ho pia'-ed the wreath beside
Lis easel, and began to paint. The face,
as it grew on the canvas, presented a
young girl, in the dewy, morning blueii
of first youth, with shadows iu the great
dark eyes, and a half smile about the
bright curved lips, like an embodied
summer sun shower. It was thus that the
artist pictured h'v'x ideal of the child
wonian, whose iufautile look and smile
for eight long years had been his own
dream of love.
Carradine had not had an easy life.
An orphan -from his earliest years, poor
and unfriended, he had striven hard for
the means to gratify tart inherent idola
try for art which was always clamoring:
to find expression 'iu form and coloring.
He had fought and ho had won; but
now, at 2G, he stood in the place which
he had gained for himself almost as much
alone at the very heart as he had been
eight years beforo when the child's gift
came to him as a prophecy.
It was not that he was friendless.
There were men who liked and sought
him, women who would have gladly
taught him to forget his loneliness in
their affection. But though his nature
responded readily to any kindness, there
was one chord, deeper than all, that re
mained untouched; and, from the sweet
est glances, his thoughts went back to
the unknown child that had smiled down
on him so long ago. 1
J The ideal head became hia great source
of enjoyment, and a dreamy softness
shaded his dark gray eyes, as line by line
and tint by tint took him back into that
past, which, all lifeless as'it was, seemed
to him, in those moments, more real
than the busy present. Yet now, in re
viewing that one bright vision of his
memory, it was not J so much the lovely
chil l that he saw, iii fancy, as the beauti
ful girl whose face,! with fuller depth
and sweetness, looked out at him from
his own canvas. j
Instinctively, he hardly know why, he
dieliKcd to work on! this picture :n any
other presence, and he devoted to it only
his hours of solitude. So it happened
that it was nearly finished when, by somo
chance, a friend discovered him bending
over it, too absorbed to notice any ap
proach. As the door opened, Carradine
rose hastilv, turning his easel to the wall,
so as to couceal the face upon it. This
little stratagem, however, was destined
to be of no avail. Having been marked
bv the intruder one of those cordial.
well-meaning people, good-natured to a
degree, but with little delicacy of per
ception the action at once aroused his
curiosity. ' j
"Aha, master painter," he said, with a
laugh, "let lis see what it is that you
work at by yourself; till it steals away
your eyes and ears, j Only one peep!
With that he laid his hand on the
frame and receiving luo forbidding word
from Carradine. turned it round. The
next moment he was loud in praise.
"lint who is it, Uarradine.' it it is a
portrait tell mo where to find the origi-
iial, aud I will, if it is a seven days'
journey!
Carradine smiled.
"If I myself knew where to find such
an orginal, 1 should not be here to tell
you, my good friend," he answered
evasively. j
"Oh, a fancy sketch," said the other.
misled, as the artist had desired. "I
might havo saved myself the trouble of
asking. No real flesh and blood face
ever looked like that-i-the moie shame to
nature, I sav! Of course you will ex
hibit it, Carradine?" j
"No," answered the painter quietly.
"No!" repeated the other iu surprise.
"But, my dear fellow, you must, or I
shall betray your secret, and you will
have a swarm of visitors, worse than a
plague of Egypt, let iu upon you."
Carradine hesitated. A chance word
in his friend's speech j had suggested a
possibility that made his heart leap in
spite of sober reason, j
"You are right," he said. "I shall
send the picture for exhibition. It will
be better so." I
After hi3 visitor had left him alone
again Carradine bent long over his easel
gazing into the lovely, upturned face,
until it began to fade into the gathering
twilight. j
"If if!" he murmured to himself.half
unconsciously, "But! it cannot be. Yet
I will send it and perhaps"
And so the picture! was sent, in due
time; and it seemed almost as if Cara
dine's soul had gone with it and drawn
him to follow. Hour after hour, and
day after day, he sat in the gallery,
scrutinizing eagerly every face amid the
visitors, whom taste j or fashion had
brought to look at the now celebrated
artist's latest success, j Every night he
went away unsatisfied and every morning
he returned with hope! spriuging afresh
in his heart.
Still, the object of his search, whatever
it may have beeD, does not appear and
one day, discouraged at last, he resolved
to go no more on so fruitless an errand.
Shutting himself in bis studio he began
to paint, but,strive as lie would, he could
command neither hand nor fancy.
Finally, tired of repeated failure, he
abandoned work and yielded to the im
pulse which drew his steps iu the cus
tomary direction. j "
When he entered the small side room
in which his picture hung he found but
two persons within, a young man and girl.
Carradine could not see the faces of
these fwo, but, with an earnestness for
which he was at a loss to account, he
followed their retreating figures as they
moved slowly toward his picture. But
the next moment au exclamation of as
tonishment burnt from the lips of the
young man. j
"Why, here is your portrait, Leila!
What doe it mean? Who can the
painter be?"
With that, he hurried out to purchase
a catalogue. Carradine advanced quickly
to the girl. j
"I am f lie painter," he said.
She turned and looked at him with one
steady gaze from thos glorious eyes that
had haunted his visions for so mauy
years. .Then she spoke i,
"You painted that picture, and how?"
"From remembrance," he answered,
"it was my only tribute; to the little un
known princes who crowned me once
with roses. Does she, too, remem
ber it?"
For a moment donbt was in her face;
but as he looked fixedly at her it van
ished in certainty. A sniilo just touched
the bright lips. j
"It was you, then, oh whom I forced
my roses? a princess who gave away hon
ors unasked. How often I have wondered
sinoe "
She stopped, turned, to the canvass
and added abruptly, "But I was a child
then ; and here " j
"Hereyouarea womau," said Car
radine, completing the j unspoken sen
tence. "Is it so hard to understand?
The 6ame power that kept the child in
my heart showed me into what she would
ripen." j
She did not look at lam now, but at
the picture, as she asked! in a low voice,
"And whom am I to thank for such an
honor?" , j
"My name is Hubert Carradine," he
answered, and saw at puce that it was
no unfamiliar word to her. "And yours?
these years your face has
always, brsjt your name I
She hesitated a moment, then turned
to him.
"You. never knew my name? Then
think of me still as you have thought of
me through all these years, she said, a
half smile liugering about her mouth,
but never lighting the great dark" eyes
that were shaded by some subtle sad
ness. The look, the tone, transported Carra
dine beyond all remembrance of place or
circn instance, into the unreal realm of
imagination in which his wish was su
preme ruler.
"I have thought of you always as my
life and my love," he said, half uncon
sciously his dreamy,deep gray eyes glow
ing upon her face. She blushed sudden
ly, and then paled in an instant. Just
then her former companion entered the
room.
"I am 'Leila Auverney, " she said,
hastily, "and this is Cecil Wyndham, iny
my betrothed husband."
Not another word was said. As the
young man approached, Carradine fell
back a step and looked at the two. His
was a fair, handsome face, so little
marked as yet by time, that it would be
hard for an unpracticed eye to conjec
ture with what lines the shaping char
acter would yet stamp it. Nevertheless,
with one keen gaze Carradine estimated
both present and future.
She said a few low-spoken words to
her companion, who presently moved
toward Carradine, the painter of this
picture.
Carradine bowed without speaking.
"Will you pardon me for asking if it
is a fancy sketch?" continued Mr. Wynd
ham. "Partly so, but suggested by the face
of a little girl," answered the artist.
"But the likeness is so very striking!"
muttered the young gentleman. "I
must have it at any rate. Of course
yon will part with it at vour own
price?
"The picture is not for sale," said
Carradine. ouietlv. still regarding the
young man with that cool, steady gaze
which had already caused him to betray
a hesitation, almost contusion, very un
like his usual easy confidence. He seem
ed to have an instinctive knowledge that
the artist was measuring him, and to
shrink irom that measurement with un
conscious dread.
Carradine saw Leila Auverney once
more before she returned to her home in
a distant town. Then he took his pict
ure from the academy walls, and hung it
in his studio, where his eves could hnd
it whenever he looked avay from his
work. For he did not give up work; yet,
among themselves, his friends pro
nounced him an altered man, and mar-
veled'what had caused so subtle a differ
ence. Always quiet, he now seemed to
live in an ideal world of his own; and,
whatever he might occupy himself with
there was tbat in his manner which ap
peared to imply that it was only a tem
porary diversion until the coming of
some event for which he wa3
waiting,
the end of
Carradine.
So passed half a year, at
which there came a letter to
It was very brief, but it was
enough to
assure him of that which he had been al
most unconsciously expecting.
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j.ue letter was irom ieila Auverney.
He went to her at once. She met him
with a laughing light in her eyes such as
he had not seen there when she stood in
the gallery beside her betrothed hus
band; a light which recalled the merry
hild who had smiled down on him so
long ago.
"Mr. Carradine," she said! "I told you
my fortune was gone, but I did not tell
you how utterly it had been swept away.
I am nothing better than a beggar. Will
you take me for one of your students, for
charity s sake?
He looked searchingly iuto her smil
ing face.
"And Mr. Wyndham?" he asked, in a
low voice. ' -
She laughed without so much
as a
flush of emotion.
"Mr. Wyndham has gone with the rest
of my worldly possessions. Did I not
say that I Jiad lost everything? You see.
Mr. Carradine. that I am not worth as
much now as mv picture."
The words as she said them did not
seem bitter. He took her hands.
"Leila," he said, "does your loss make
you unhappy?"
"Do I look so?" she asked, gaily. "As
or the marriage it was mv father's wish.
and to gratify his dying request I con
sented beforo I knew my own heart "
Here a vivid color shot into her cheek.
but she went on. "There nev.r was
ovo on my side; and on his well,
money is much more than love with
some natures. I do not wish to blame
him."
Carradine's grasp tightened on her
hands.
"Leila," ho said, "once your answer
put a bar between us,when I spoke words
that were surprised out of mv heart.
Huuiu hub so now, ii x should sav
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them once more? My love, my life, will
you come to me?
" Will I come?" she repeated, looking
up into his eyes and drawing nearer,
until his arms were silently folded about
her.
And so Carradine found his love at
last.
Not long ago an officer of the armv
who, having lost his upper teeth, wore a1
laise set, was engaged in serious conver
srtion with some Indians. His plate
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iruuuuug mm ne iook it out and wiped
it with his handkerchief. The Indiana
watched the process with unfeigned as
tonishment. When the Captain, putting
tne piate in his mouth, went on with the
conversation, thoy sprang to their feet
and left the room and post in all haste.
s.nd with every symptom of extreme ter
ror. Waifs.
Through all
haunted me
never knew."
Tue Value of Hnmus In tho Noll.
A factor of the soil is to be considered
in the light of a plant nonrisher, aud
though its chemical influence favorable
to tree growth, is the humus, which
forms the covering of all good forest
soils, and is produced by the decay of
the yearly fallen foliage, twigs, etc., and
other decaying vegetable matter and
consists of the combination of neutral
salts. The acids, which are formed in
some humus soils, according to Liebig,
are not . components of a fertile humus,
but belong to that of the peaty aud
marshy soils, which are not favorable to
tree growth. Carbon, hydrogen and
oxygen are the main components of
humus. It has been asserted that the
humus ought to bo considered as fur
nishing the supply of carbon, which
forms the largest part in the composition
of the woody fiber. For any one who
has seen the forests of large extent along
the dunes of Southern France and the
sea sand of the North German plain,
lacking all traces of humus, nay, con
taining so litue carbon that after heating
it will not leave a trace of black or color
ing, it needs not to cite Liebig's proof of
the insufficiency of the humus or any
part of the soil, to prove the amount of
carbon necessary for the building un of
tho tree and a forest. Besides, who ;
could reasonably accept, as logic would
compel us, the creation or decayed or
ganic matter previous, and as a condition
of following plant life.
let that there is a chemical influence
of the humus on forest growth cannot be
denied. Not only does the decaving veg
etable matter develop a considerable
amount of ammonia, which, imparted to
the atmosphere, enriches it with the
needed nitrogen, bnt also of carbonic
acid, which contributes largely to the
disintegration of the rock, and increases
the solubility of the carbonate and phos
phate of lime. This influence will be
readily admitted as important, when we
remember that in ten thousands parts of
pure water only one part of ciirbouate of
lime is solublo, while in the same quan
tity of water acidulated with carbonic
acid, ten parts of that salt will dissolve.
But the greatest significance of the
humus lies in its physical influence,
which is more important where the
other factors of "soilbonity" depth,
looseness, humidity, are lacking, A
considerable laj'er of humus in
creases depth ; a bad conductor of heat,
counteracts the drying effect of the sun
which, added to its capacity of absorb
ing easily and retaining long the meteoric
precipitations, makes it a very desirable
covering of the soil. The humus being
of medium looseness tends to diminish
the extremes of the physical properties
of the soil.
We may sum up the influence of the
soil on forest growth by stating that its
chemical composition is only of minor
importance, almost all soils furnishing
sufficient inorganic basis of the descrip
tion which is needed by forest growth;
that its main influence consists in its
physical properties, represented by its
depth, looseness and depending on these,
the capacity of absorbing a. retaining
moisture, which properties may be in
creased or even compensated fqr. by a
sufficient layer of humus. The existence
of these proparties in their highest per
fection in duo proportion are inducive to
the prosperity of any species, but the
necessity of their existence is a lelative
one with regard to the different species.
-f Cor. National Farmer.
A Coal Economizer.
Mr. Pridgin Teale says truly that our
presents open firoplaces are all on the
furnace system, and advocates the adop
tion of a remarkably simple plan, which
converts them at once into slow combus
tion grates. A plate of iron to inclose
the space between the hearth and the
lowest bar of the grate is all that is
wanted, or, in his own words, "a simple
shield resting on the hearth and rising as
high as the bottom bar of the grate. It
cost two or three shillings, and requires
no fixing or "man's time." The econo
mizer makes three tons of coal do the
work of four. By its universal use in
Leeds Infirmary it saves X100 a year in
coal. It consumes all cinders, and
leaves at the bottom of the grate a fine
ash, valuable to farmers. It is reckoned
that if everybody in the United Kingdom
converted his fireplace into a slow-combustion
grate, on the principles laid
down by Mr. Teale.there would be a sav
ing in the consumption of coal of nearly
.9,000.000 tons in the year. Having
heard of the economizer a few months
ago, l got Jones or .uown street, iica
dilly, to put one into my kitchen stove
and drawing-room fireplace, and have
found no discontent expressed below,
and much satisfaction felt above, as the
fire keeps in regardless of much atten
tion from the butler, and always looks
cheery and bright when I come home.
Hall s Journal of Health.
Boys' Pistols Fifty Year Ago.
Week before last Titus Darlington,
carpenter, in teariag down a portion of
the farm house of Taylor Hoopes, of
West Goshen township, Chester county,
in order to enlarge the building, came
across a large sized horse pistol that bad
been lost for fittj years. In 1832 Taylor
Hocpes and his brother Lewis, the latter
new deceased, purchased this pistol from
a gunsmith in West Chester, named
Emanuel Qosher, for $2 50 ; cheap
enough, considering the size and quality
of the weapon. Benjamin Hoopes, the
father of the boys, who were then about
sixteen years of age, did not approve of
the lads having so dangerous a plaything
Mr. Hoopes was a wise man so the
boys concluded to keep "Old Diamer,"
as they named their miniature cannon,
as much out of parental eyesight as pos
sible, and thoy hid it away in the loft
of the house oyer the cellar beams, be-
tween partition and wall. To have it
convenient for use they made a little
wagon, in which they placed "Old Di
amer," a powder-horn and a small bag of
shot. To the wagon they attached a
string, and thus they lowered and pulled
up the artillery wagon, gun and ammuni
tion when they wished to use them, or
hurry them out of sight of the "old man."
But one day the rope broke whether the
old gentleman was "hunting the boys
too close" we cannot say and down to
the bottom of the partition went wagon.
pistol and all, with a crash.that sent sad
ness to the very bottom of the hearts of
Taylor and Lewis. After fishing for
hours day in and day out with a pole and
a hook, with the hope of catching the
wagon and drawing it up, they aban
doned the task and gave up their treas
urea as lost. When tne carpenters tore
down the building, Taylor Hoopes, who
is now a man on tne shady side of life.
stood bv. thinking of "Old Diamer."
Board after board was taken down, and
the little ammunition wagon at last came
in signt and in it lav "Old Diamer," the
powder and shot, all in the same good
condition, with tho exception of a little
rust on the pistol, as they were the day
thoy so suddenly went from the sight of
the boys half a century ago. Mr. Hoopes
rubbed tho pistol with a little oil, loaded
it with the old powder, and, in honor of
the occasion, shot it off with a report that
made the. Goshen hills echo. Westches
ter Record.
Gabbling
Women.
One of tho greatest annoyances to a
loreman or overseer, as well as to the in
dustrions workman who wishes to per
form his whole duty, is the habit of
gabbliug indulged in bv those who insist
upon talking of current events, and often
the world s entire history, during busi
ness. In no workshop is this practice so
deleterious as in the printing office, for
in no other is there so close and undi
vided attention required to produce the
best results. No man can set type with
proper care when his mind is occupied
with the j consideration of other affairs.
especially if that consideration is enforced
upon him by the audible conversation
of someone near him. A printer must
think while he works, and he uust think
of the task before him. He must de
cipher his copy and give thought to his
punctuation, and even to the construc
tion of the sentences, and this he cannot
do while I his attention is diverted to
somethiujjr entirely foreign to it. Ho
can think of but one thing at a time:
and if he is talking of politico, religion
or social ; ills, he will of necessity
neglect the work placed before him.
The practice of promiscuous talking in
a workshop is, moreover, a dishonest
one. The employer pays the emplo3'e
for the work he is expected and supposed
to perform; and the time paid for be
longs to him, and if it is occupied with
idle gossip he is defrauded of that which
is his due. A few moments conversation
between two compositors may seem a
small matter; but when it includes, as it
generally does, several men, at frequent
intervals, it becomes quite a serious af
fair, resulting in absolute loss to the
master workmen. "Many a mickle makes
a muckle; and fifteen minutes a day
makes an hour and a half during the
week.
it is a homely saying, "the still sow
drinks the swill;" and among composi
tors it will bo noticed that those who do
the least talking will, other things being
equal, set more typo and do it better
than their: garrulous neighbors whose
tonsrues are continually running.
We are not advocating military in the
printing ouice. There is no harm in an
occasional pleasant joke or snatch of a
popular song; these rather relieve the
irksomeness of continuous toil. But the
privilege of indulgence should never be
abused to ithe- detriment either of the
customer or employer.
Morbid Appetite for Paper. There
recently died in a town near St. Louis a
woman named Latimer, who had a mor
bid appetite for paper. She literally de
voured books, newspapers, and all kinds
of literatures She would chew up a
magazine with the same relish that an
ordinary person would manifest in eat
ing a sirloin steak. She was especially
fond of printed matter. The ink seemed
to add an additional flavor to the prov
ender. She would tear from their bind
ings and masticato the leaves, or, if
nothing more delectable was at hand, she
fed upon common straw wrapping-paper,
such as the grocers and butchers par
cels are wrapped up in. She is said to
have inherited the curious appetite, and
to have begun to chew paper simulta
neously with the cutting of her first
teeth.
Paper was a monomania with
her. She was an intelligent woman and
indulged in no other freaks. During
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the closing years of her life her friends
had to keep a constant guard over her
to prevent her from swallowing the con
tents of book cases and despoiling the
parlor table of its poetry and its art.
Made a. Mistake. Avery estimable
woman, so far as character is concerned,
was sent with a recommendation to Sena
tor Vest of Missouri for a place in one of
the uepartments. Understanding that a
clerical post was what she wanted the
Senator told her to make her application
in writing. Next day the" good woman
brought her! formal application. The
Senator and a friend looked it over and
concluded that it clearly showed the
writer incompetent for the position
gought. She was informod of the ver
dict and said, with tears. 'Now soe
how easy it i3 to make a mistake. That
was written by a person high np in the
department. As for myself, I can't write
at all." t
Denmark asks that Danes who went to
Holstein before tha war of 1864 shall be
exempted from Prussian military duty.
JERAL AftD FABM ITEMS. .
Iowa has more than COO creameries.
Russia prohibits military officer frcm
all connection with the press.
The Pope praiees the piety of Mexico,
and- trusts she will renew her relations
with the Vatican.
It is reported that in parts of Switzer
land there had been 200 rainy daya last
year np to the end of November with
only W) daya of sunshine.
There Are some marriages that remind
ns of the poor fellow who said: "She
couldn't get any husband, and I couldn't
1 get any wife; so wo got married."
Office holders constitute
an armv in
New York city. There are 20.000 Fed-
eral State and municipal officers and the
prospects of additions instead of sub
tractions from the force.
Every care and attention shown to
horses, no matter what their condition
is, will bring its reward. The kind in
fluence thrown around a young horse
will have its effect on its character in
after years.
Mr. A. Fallor. of Iowa says young pigs
just weaned are sometimes overfed in
the desire to give them enough. When
their sides distend they have too much.
Hogs should not be overfed iust because
they are hogs.
It is a fact perhaps not conerallv
known that stamped envelopes, when
spoiled through misdirection or other
causes, can be exchanged for a postasro
f tamp of the same denomination at the
nearest postoffice.
A vigorous plant of corn cockle has
about sixty pods and blossoms. Each pod
has about fifty seeds.
the total number
of seeds to each plant is
about 300. At
mis rave ui seeuing n is not surprising
that weeds get the majority. of the soil.
Iu feeding sweet milk to pigs, trials
made at the Wisconsin experiment farm
showed that on an average, four pound
oi corn meal were equal to twenty
pounds of sweet skim milk, or one pound
of meal equal to five of milk if fed sep
arately. It is estimated that there are .1200.000
vagabonds and beggars in the German
Empire, including thieves, pickpockets
and other swindlers, and tho authorities
estimate the annual loss to honest peo
ple by their operations at the enormous
sum of 25,000,000.
The digar industries of York and Lau-
i-uster counties, jrennsyivania, is some.
1 T
fulDS remarkable. " Lancaster county.
raanuiactarer8 produce 125.000.000 and
York 120,000,000 cigars annually. The
revenue from cigars alone in these two
counties amounts to $1,300,000 annually.
The population of Manila was beinc
decimated by cholera, says a colonial
paper, when a tremenduous hurricane
swept over the island and acted as a
meteorological antiseptic, for on the fol
lowing day not a single additional case
of cholera broke out and none have been
reported' since.
Onions, to be deprived of strong odor.
should be boiled in salted water for ten
minutes, and then put in cold fresh
water for half an hour: after that they
should bo put into a stew pan with iust
enough cold fresh water to cover them,
and boiled gently till tender. Drain and
serve with melted butter.
Lambs can be made to shear from two
to four pounds more wool by a little ex
tra care and feed during the winter.
The extra wool will more than pay for
the extra feeding, and the result will
a much larger and stronger sheep.
For
this purpose feed good clover hay. with
bran, oats and corn mixed equally.
Evangelist Barnes' writes to the Stan
ford, Ky., Journal that he has become
convinced that the Anglo-Saxon race
came from the tea last tribes of Israel.
He also learns that "Queen Victoria to.-
day prides not herself on being of the
house of Guelph, but on better lineage
still a lineal descendant of David," and
that Disraeli's policy was shaped by a
knowledge of the same fact.
The latest instance of Yankee ingeuu-
ity is the manufacture of artificial cloves
by machinery. The bogus cloves are
made of soft deal wood, (pine or poplar,
staineu a aarx color and soaked in a so
lution of essence of cloves to give them
the required aroma. A recent ship
ment to Zanzibar was traced to the
United States. Keep on the safe side and
take a few grains of coffee.
A single thoroughbred male intro
duced in a farming section for purposes
of improvement adds more wealth than
any-other investment that can be made.
Though worth but very little in tho
shape of so many pounds of Animal mat-
ter. the valne nf the 1, mat
reach
. . X
away up in the thousands. Farmers
should learn this fact and take it into
consideration. Farmers Magazine.
The commissioner of the general land
office states, in reply to au inquiry made
by An ex-soldier, that when a soldier'
declaratory statement is filed to a tract
of land, the soldier is required to make
an actual entry to tho land and also to
establish his residence and common im
provement within six moths after the
date of filing, and that he is allowed six
moths more within which to oommenco
residence improvement.
The winter season is very important
in the management of fruit trees. Some
believe that if the foundatfon of a tree
be properly laid in youth there will be
no necessity for pruning an adult tree.
This does not accord with the writer's
experience. An intelligent examination
both with the saw and knife in hand
should be made every winter. Real,
good, large, healthy leaves in every part
of a tree is of vast importance, and these
cannot be had when branches are close
together,' smothering , one another.
Prairie Farmer,