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CORVALLIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, JULY 10, 1900.
VOL. I. NO. 11.
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HIGH INTENT.
A steadfast high intent is bankable
On this or any other plane.
A fiendish motive, found at last, will tell
The criminal, and prove him sane.
'Tis the red fury in the very blood
That gives the color to our life.
And the intent, whichever, bad or good.
Begets the broods of love or strife.
Happy for us, if we can. fold by fold.
Unwrap God's universe, and see
Where refuse only is, and where the goH,
And which is best for you and me?
If there might early dawn on our dull
eyes
The sweet repose of boundless hope.
So that the soul serene might realize
Its wondrous destiny and scope?
If its enormous claims would early give
The high chivalric sense of right,
And marry this to wisdom, we might live
Empurpled in the robes of might.
And thus, with quenchless faith in noble
things,
And the infinitude of good,
Our high intent will spread its heavenly
wings.
And mount where whitest saints have
stood.
Then we shall herd no more with mur
muring ones,
But cut the sinews of our grief,
And hearken to the sweet inspiring tones
Of an enrapturing belief.
And live, with room enough for self-denial.
And trust enough for each event.
And God enough to cheapen every trial
And glorify our high intent.
Charles W. Fairrington, in Rockford
Register-Gazette.
I A CLEVER MAKE-UP. I
m I
ENRY APPS, of Hoxton, com
pleted the fixing of the wires on
the lawn of Haslelgh Court. He
looked up at the dim light in the dressing-room,
and chuckled softly as he
bent the last yard of wire.
"A trip in time," says Mr. Apps,
"saves nine."
He threw the rope ladder gently in
the air, and at the first effort it caught
the projecting nail.
"Once on board the lugger," quoted
Mr. Apps, facetiously, as he mounted
the rope ladder, "and the girl is mine."
He opened the window very gently
and soon stood inside the dressing
room. Near the table In the corner of
the room was an iron safe.
"Well, I'm jiggered," exclaimed Mr.
Apps. He loosened the flaps of his fur
cap and mopped his brow with the
back of his hand. "Well, I'm jiggered!
If they 'aven't been and left the key
In for me. I might have saved myself
a lot of trouble if I'd a knowed."
Mr. Apps swung open the heavy door
of the safe and listened to the music
downstairs. Young Lady Staplehurst
was giving (as Mr. Apps very well
knew) a dance, a fancy dress dance, on
her return from the continent, after her
term of widowhood.
"I'll Just see first of all," he said,
"that the coast is absolutely clear, and
then then for a bagful."
Henry Apps stepped out Into the
broad passage. He slouched, with his
jimmy sticking out of his capacious
Bide pocket, a few steps toward tie
stairs. Suddenly a girlish figure turned
the corner.
"Bless my 'art!" cried Mr. Apps.
"Why, how do you do?" said the
young lady, stepping forward. She gave
a soft laugh that was very pleasant.
"This is really delightful. Do you
know, I recognize you in spite of the
costume?"
She held the hand of Mr. Apps for a
moment, causing that gentleman to
gasp for breath, and calling one of the
maids.
"Just bring me a pencil and a card,"
she said. "I must arrange for a carriage
to take Captain Norman back to his
hotel in the morning. I wasn't sure that
he would come."
"I can walk," remarked Mr. Apps,
with restored self-possession.
"I won't hear of it. When shall we
say, now?"
"Say in an hour's time," said Mr.
Apps. "I can go upstairs again alone,
change my togs and do all I want to."
"And can't you stay longer?"
She gave the card to the maid and or
dered it to be dispatched at once.
"I've got a busy night before me,"
urged Mr. Apps, excuslngly. He thought
' of his dog waiting on the lawn, and
feared it might give an inopportune
bark. Besides, the safe was still open
and the diamonds were waiting for him.
He had noticed with satisfaction that
Lady Staplehurst was wearing none.
"You were always an active man,
Captain."
"Always a-doing something," agreed
Mr. Apps. "If it isn't one thing it's an
other." He shook his head reflectively.
"I often wonder I don't write a book
about it all."
"I don't believe you will know any
body here, Captain Norman," she said,
as they walked downstairs, "but I
couldn't help sending you a card, seeing
how friendly we were on Peshawur.
Do you remember those evenings on
deck in the Red Sea?"
She was really a very fine young
woman, and in her costume she looked
extremely well.
"Do I not?" said Mr. Apps, with much
fervor. "Shall I ever forget 'em?"
"And then the journey from Brindisi,
you know, and that funny little Ger
man you remember him?"
"He was a knockout, that German
was."
"And the girl who played the banjo,
"tt was great," agreed Mr. Apps
"great."
The large ball-room was very full. A
small covey of brightly dressed young
people flew toward the young hostess
to complain of her temporary absence
from the room, and a broad-shouldered
gondolier shook hands with her and
took up her card with something of an
air of proprietorship."
"I thought I had left the key in the
excuse me." The young hostess took
back her card from the gondolier. "I
am engaged to Captain Norman. You
don't know him? Allow me."
"Pleased to meet you," said Henry
Apps.
" 'Ow's the world using you?"
"That's an original costume of yours,
Captain Norman," remarked the gon
dolier. "I don't know that I've ever
seen anything so darllngly neat be
fore." "Well, wot of It?" demanded Mr.
Apps, with sudden aggressiveness;
"wot's the odds to you wot like to
wear? You needn't think you're "
"Captain Norman," interposed the
young hostess, laughingly, "you mustn't
overdo your part. Look here, I've put
your name down for this waltz, but if
you like we'll sit it out that is. If you
promise to keep up that diverting East
End talk. I like it. Do you think you
can manage to do so?"
"Rather!" said Mr. Apps.
"And it Is a capital make-up, Captain
Norman," she went on. "Do you know
that at first, Just for one moment, I
thought you were a real burglar."
"Fancy that now!" said Mr. Apps.
He was relieved at seeing an obvious
way out of his difficulty. "There's noth
ing like doing the thing in a proper,
strlteforward w'y."
"And," said Lady Staplehurst, with
her fan on his arm as they walked
across the room, "you have got the
East End accent capitally."
" 'Tain't so dusty, is It?"
She beckoned to the gondolier.
"Captain Norman and I are great
friends," she said in an explanatory
way. "He has not been long home from
abroad, and he knows scarcely any
one."
"Not a blessed soul,'' echoed Mr.
Apps.
"Isn't It capital?" asked Lady Staple
hurst of the gondolier, delightedly.
"How much more interesting It would
be if every one would make only talk
to me In their character."
"Well, blow me!" said Lady Staple
hurst, screwing her pretty mouth in her
effort to imitate the cockney's accent;
"blow me if this ain't a fair take I
mean like dah," she laughed. "It's no
use, Captain Norman, I can't talk as
you can."
"It's a gift," said Mr. Apps, that's
what it is."
"You don't want to be introduced to
anybody here, I suppose?"
"Not me."
"You have heard of "
She pointed in the direction of the
gondolier. .
"All I want to."
"He's really making a big name in
the house, you know. I watch his
career with great Interest."
"Thinks a Jolly lot of himself."
"Oh, I thiHk a lot of him, too," re
marked Lady Staplehurst, pleasantly.
"And is that a jimmy sticking out of
your jacket pocket? This is, indeed,
realism. You don't know how It works,
I suppose?"
"Well, I've got a kind of hldea," said
Mr. Apps. "Look 'ere. ' You put this
end in and "
Mr. Apps found himself getting quite
excited in the explanation that he gave.
It was a new sensation to meet one
who showed an intelligent interest In
his profession, and he could not help
feeling flattered. Looking up, he saw
the gondolier gazing at him.
"He don't look 'appy, that chap," said
Mr. Apps.
"Will you excuse me for one mo
ment?" "Wot are you going up to?" he said,
apprehensively.
"I want to speak to him."
"Oh!" (with relief) "I don't mind
that."
While Lady Staplehurst was making
the gondolier resume his ordinary ex
pression Mr. Apps thought and thought.
The couple promenading after the
waltz looked curiously at him.
"You are in the worst fix you were
ever in, 'Enery," said Mr. Apps;
"you're a 'aving 'em on toast, you are;
but you'll be glad to get upstairs agen.
You want them diamonds, that's wot
you want. Time means money to you,
'Enery."
Lady Staplehurst hurried toward the
doorway. A murmur of amusement
went through the room as the guests
saw a new arrival in the costume of a
police constable, accompanied by a man
in plain clothes. Mr. Apps, thinking
over his exploits, gazing abstractedly
at his boots, regretting their want of
polish, did not see them until the plain
clothes man tapped him on the shoul
der. "What, Apps again!" exclaimed the
man.
"Yus," said the burglar, discontented
ly. "Yus, it is Apps agine, Mr. Walker.
And vurry glad you are to see him,
I've no daht."
"Always a pleasure to meet a gentle
man like you," said Mr. Walker, cheer
fully, as he conducted him to the door
way. "I've wanted to run up against
you before."
Much, commotion in the ball-room at
the diverting little scene. General
agreement that Lady Staplehurst was
a perfect genius at entertaining.
"But, loveliest," said the gondolier
confidently to aLdy Staplehurst, "Isn't
this carrying a joke rather too far?
That's a real detective."
"I know," said the loveliest girl, trem
bling now a little. "That's a real bur
glar, too."
"A real
"Yes, yes. Don't make a fns. 1
don't want the dance spoiled. Take me
down to supper, like a good fellow."
The Columbian.
BETS THAT ARE SURE THINGS.
Feats that Are Seemingly Easy, but
Impossible of Performance.
Bets to be avoided by those who are
cock-sure they can do all things are
those relating to athletic feats. It
would seem that a good runner could
easily give a start of fifty yards in 100
to a man who was doing the fifty yards
by hopping on one leg. But few run
ners, if any, can afford to give that
amount of start to any man who is at
all strong on his legs. For the first five
yards or so they go at practically the
same pace, so that to run ninety-five
yards while his opponent is hopping
forty-five he has to go more than twice
as fast, and It Is a weak man Indeed
who cannot hop fifty yards In ten sec
onds. An ordinary wooden match Is easily
broken in the -fingers, but. although
there are many who will bet they can
do it, none succeeds In accomplishing
the task if the match is laid across the
nail of the middle finger of either hand
and pressed upon by the first and third
fingers of that hand, despite its seem
ing so easy at first sight. No one can
crush an egg placed lengthwise be
tween his clasped hands that Is, if t'.e
egg be sound and has the ordinary
shell of a hen's egg. It is "safe to bet
a man that he cannot get out of a chair
without bending his body forward, or
putting his feet under it if he is sitting
on It, not at the edge of it. Another
equally certain wager Is that a man
cannot stand at the side of a room with
both of his feet touching the wainscot
ing lengthwise. It is safe to bet any
man. save one who Is blind, that he
cannot stand for five minutes without
moving if he is blindfolded. New York
Press.
Unwise M-Triages.
; The test of equality, such as should
exist between man and wife, must be
applied to character, to intellect, and
to taste. For example, it Is quite con
ceivable that a woman may be more
fortunately placed than the man with
whom she falls In love, thnt her mode
of life when under her father's roof
may be considerably more comforta
hle, or even luxurious, than the life
she can hope to live during the earlier
years of the married state,- and that
her pecuniary resources as her father's
daughter may seem to dwarf the In
come of her husband, and yet the real
Inequality between tlie pair, In later
years, may take the form of wifely In
feriority. The husband, by his type of
character, his energy, his force of
mind, his adaptability to work that
carries personal distinction, may rise to
a position which his wife may fail to
adorn, to even to passably sustain. The
advance of the man may carry him be
yond the woman, and so difficulties
may grow with the years. The only
safeguards against such results are to
be found in power and adaptability of
character, intelligence, fine and recep
tive taste, and- general good sense.
Where these exist husband and wife
will develop together. Woe to them if
they do not! For love in a somewhat
inferior person is sensitive, jealous, re
sentful of its position and rights, and
the continual assertion of these pro
duces continual bickering and final uu
happiness. Picturesque Havana.
Havana is dilapidated and pictur
esque, and the traveler will find as
much of the bizarre and unique in a
stroll up the Prado and about the lesser
streets as he has perhaps ever encoun
tered In a like distance anywhere. To
me the most interesting hour in the
day In one of those antique towns is
In the very early morning, when the
place Is just getting awake and the
hucksters are coming In.
These country people arrive in all
sorts of ways for the daily market.
One group comes afoot, with tremen
dously heavy loads of fruits and veg
etables carelessly balanced on their
heads or swung on their backs. Here
is a swarthy fellow leading a horse
bearing capacious reeded panniers of
fruits and stalks of sugar-cane.
Lumbering wains come straining Into
town, drawn by heavy-necked yokes
with restraining nose-hitches. A four
team of these cattle and their great
cart will alone block the average side
street, so the country ox-carts rarel.
get very far Into town. When two of
them meet there is an ably conducted
debate on road rights and considerable
native profanity. An ambulating hay
stack adds a picturesque touch to the
scene and a breath from the fields. As
the diminutive horse under the load
swings down the way the grass often
brushes the houses on either side and
crowds the footmen to the extremity
of the eighteen-inch sidewalks. Wo
man's Home Companion.
Liight from Lump Sugar.
The curious discovery has recently
been made that light may be procured
from common sugar. All you have to
do is to get a few pounds of lump sugar
and put it in the open sunlight for some
hours. On taking it into a dark room
it will begin to glow, faintly at first,
but afterward with quite a bright light.
So strong is this luminous glow that
photographs have actually been taken
by the light. These sugar-light photo
graphs are quite distinct, even if not
quite so clear as ordinary photographs.
Possibly some men never marry be
cause they realize that almost every
woman looks better in black than in
anything else.
Lower rents those In the knee of
the small boy's trousers.
CHILDREN'S COlOMN.
A DEPARTMENT FOR LITTLE
BOYS AND GIRLS.
Something that Will Interest the Ju
venile Members of Every Household
Quaint Actions and Bright Sayings
of Many Cute and Canning Children.
Everything seemed out of its place
In mamma's room. The twins had been
playing "ladies," and had left all their
toys in the middle of the floor.
What a sight It made! Mamma felt
dizzy as she stood in the door and con
templated the disorder.
The twins had tired of play, and were
looking at pictures In the corner; each
had dragged a pillow from the sofa to
sit on.
Mamma picked up Antoinette, the
one-armed doll, bat on second thought
put her again on the floor.
"Who wants to learn a fine new
game?" she asked.
"I do!" cried Maggie, while Mary
clamored, "Tell it, tell it!"
"First," began mamma, "put the pil
lows up, Mamie, and you, Maggie, lay
the book on the shelf, where It belongs.
Now," she said, after she had obeyed
her, "come and learn the new game."
So she sat down In the midst of con
fusion and took, up her afghan work.
"I'll be umpire and decide who
beats," she added, as the eager faces re
garded her expectantly.
"The name of this game is 'Tidy
Game,' You both took about to see
what you can find out of its place, and
put it carefully away, for every article
that is not put In its proper place counts
a point on the other side. The one who
puts away the most things wins the
game.
"I'll put up the piano!" cried Maggie,
seizing It and hurrying off while Mary
gathered up the dollies. For several
minutes they both ran to and fro busily
opening and shutting doors and draw
ers, and occasionally laughing when
their hands reached for the same ar
ticle, or heads bumped from their
great haste. Mamma meanwhile calm
ly worked on, while the twins did the
tidying she usually (and unwisely) did
for them.
Maggie was hurrying off with the
dolls' bathtub, when Mamie shouted:
"Every single thing's put up!"
"No," mamma replied, "I see a very
tiny thing not Jtldied.' "
The twins began to search.
"Maggie is warm; Mary Is cold. Now
Mary is getting warmer," said mamma.
Both -were Tery much excited,-and
flew around looklnng frantically In cor
ners and behind the sofa.
"Both are warm, warmer, hot. Oh,
Mamie, almost burning up!" exclaimed
mamma.
Then they moved away, and she said
they were cooling off.
Finally, Maggie's foot struck some
thing, and Mary, looking eagerly and
very much puzzled (for mamma had
just called that she was actually smok
ing from the heat) saw her sister pounce
down on Marie, the tiny china "nigger"
doll, lying under the rug all but one
hand.
The successful little searcher ran off,
crying triumphantly.
"I beat! I put away nineteen things,
and Mamie only eighteen."
"Can't you see anything else?" asked
Mary of her mamma.
Mother smiled; usually It was very
hard to persuade the twins to tidy up,
cheerfully, after a game. "r
"We will play It every day," she an
swered! and after that she' had only to
call, "Tidy Game," when away would
run the twins with every naughty thing
that was out of place. Weekly Bou
quet. The Honeymoon Couple.
Mr. Frog and Mrs. Mouse
Were wed in sunny weather,
And started out to find a home
Where they could live together.
The frog picked out a lily leaf
That spread upon a pool,
And thought that they could settle there
And always keep quite cool.
The fieldmouse, though, preferred a nest
Secure from every storm,
Down in the long, dry prairie grass.
Where they could keep quite warm.
O'er this they quarreled long and loud.
With many a croak and squeak,
Till each one rushed back home in rage,
And now they never speak.
Joe and His Little Dog.
'lae teacher of a district school in
Maine tells a story that reminds one of
Mary and her little lamb, only It Is of
Joe and his little dog.
Joe was a boy about 8 years old, and
was devoted to a small, lank puppy.
Out of school hours boy and dog were
inseparable, and Joe apparently could
not reconcile himself, to the necessity
of leaving" the dog at home. For sev
eral mornings the teacher allowed the
puppy to remain at Joe's feet under the
desk.
Then there came a day when the
small dog could not be kept quiet, but
frisked about to the delight of the
school and the dismay of the teacher.
"Joe,' she said, firmly, "you must
ake that dog out"
Joe looked at her mournfully, but
picked up the pup, and with its head
igainst his cheek started for the door.-
The boy's feelings were evidently hup
but be said nothing until he reached th
door, then giving the teacher a re
proachful look, with a . pitying glance
toward the dog, he said slowly, "And
he's named for you."
The Little Red Apple Tree.
The Little-Red-Apple Tree!
Oh, the Little-Red-Apple Tree!
When I was the little-eat bit of a boy.
And you were a boy with me!
The bluebird's flight from the topmost
boughs.
And the boys up there so high
That we rocked over the roof of the
house.
And whooped as the winds went by!
Ho! the Little-Red-Apple Tree!
With the garden beds below.
And the old grape-arbor so welcomely
Hiding the rake and hoe
Hiding, too, as the sun dripped through
. In spatters of wasted gold,
Frank and Amy away from you
And me, in the days of old.
Ab! the Little-Red-Apple Tree!
Tn the edge of the garden-spot,
Where the apples fell so lavishly
Into the neighbor's lot
So do I think of you,"
Brother of mine, as the tree
Giving the ripest wealth of your love
To the world as well as me.
Oh, the Little-Red-Apple Tree!
Sweet as its juiciest fruit
Spanged on the palate spicily.
And rolled o'er the tongue to boot.
Is the memory still and the joy
Of the Little-Red-Apple Tree,
When I was the little-est bit of a boy,
And you were a boy with me!
James Whitcomb Riley.
Jnst Held His Breath.
Boys are odd conglomerations, and
few there are who understand the emo
tions that prompt tbeir actions.
A certain little fellow had bis pic
ture taken, and when the family got
the negative of it they were horrified to
see the face of the boy all puffed out
and the eyes bulging, and exclaimed in
a body: "Why, what on earth did you
do to make your face look like that?"
"Didn't do a thing,' said the innocent
little fellow, "but Just see if I could
hold my breath until the man got
through takin' my picture.'
Knew Arithmetic Anyhow.
A teacher of music in one of the pub
lic schools in the South desired to im
press the pupils with the meaning of
the signs "f" and "ff" In a song they
were about to sing. After explaining
that "f" meant forte, he said: "Now,
children, If f means forte, what does
'fT mean?'
Silence reigned for a moment, and
then he was astonished to hear a
bright little fellow shout:
"Eighty!"
Would Not Change Met.iods.
The Intense conservatism of the Brit
ish character is Illustrated In the story
of a young Englishman who came to
America to seek his fortune and found
it In a new process for manufacturing
lamp black. The principal market for
his product was Germany, but he found
that the German buyers, In turn, sold
It in England. So he conceived the log
ical idea of going to England and sell
ing the lamp black direct, which ap
peared to be certain of success, for he
was able to say to the English firms:
"Instead of buying my lamp black
through Germany and paying for un
necessary transportation, to say noth
ing of the middleman's profit, let me
send you the product direct You can
then buy even cheaper than the Ger
mans, to whom you now pay a profit"
The head of one of the largest houses
replied:
"Really, Mr. Smith, our house has al
ways found the goods bought in Ger
many -satisfactory. This house has
been in existence 200 years, and we can
see no reason for changing satisfactory
methods, you know."
Poor Mr. Smith got this reply on all
sides and his trip was a failure. Kan
sas City Star.
Couldn't Be Done.
At one of the gatherings in an elec
toral campaign Sir Ellis Ashmead
Bartlett was frequently Interrupted by
a man In the body of the hail who re
sented his uncompromising remarks
upon political opponents. The knight
bore bis trial with admirable good hu
mor, till, seeing an opening for scoring
a point, he said:
"Now, I am going to tell you some
thing about the late Liberal Govern
ment that will make my friend's hair
stand on end," indicating, with a smil
ing nod, the vigorous critic In the body
of the hall.
"Wrong again!" shouted the Irrepres
sible one, removing his cap and display
ing a head as smooth as a billiard ball.
"It can't be done."
Dewey's Discipline.
Admiral Dewey was always a strict
disciplinarian, and occasionally Inflicts
punishment in curious ways. Once
while in a foreign port he suddenly or
dered the heaviest tackle to be got out
of the hold without delay. After two
hours' hard work his order was carried
out and be then directed that a large
chew of tobacco which had been
thrown under one of the guns be hoist
ed overboard. Never again on that
cruise was such an unpardonable of
fense committed. Chicago Chronicle.
Tempting Fate.
"I have come," said the young man,
to ask you to let me have your daugh
ter." "Never!" shouted the millionaire.
"Thanks," answered the other, as he
hurried away. "Up to this time she has
refused to smile upon my suit When I
tell her that you object to me she will
be mine!" The Columbian.
See tbe Wor Js.
According to an eminent professor,
some persons see mentally in print
every word they bear uttered.
Movable Poultry Coops.
The principal defect of the ordinary
poultry coop is that it soon gathers filth
unless it is cleaned out at short inter
vals, and this gives too much work for
the average keeper of fowls. Even the
professional one needs as a matter of
economy to study the art of keeping
MOVABLE COOP.
his fowls clean with the least expendi
ture of labor. The kind of coop used
is of the greatest importance. Of
course it must be of such a kind as will
secure dryness, cleanliness and safety.
All these are attached to the two kinds
of coop here shown; the first is In every
respect desirable, and if kept in a dry
spot from which the water will flow off
in all directions, as the top of a small
knoll, it will satisfy every need of the
chicks. Indeed this kind of coop makes
an excellent nesting place for fowls,
OPHN COOP.
and especially for turkeys; when they
have chosen a nest this coop may be
set over it, and thus furnish every
means of safety to the old bird and the
brood. There is no need for any floor.
It Is better without, as every new loca
tion will give a clean, dry floor for the
coop. The open one is easily closed
in by a sufficiently large piece of fine
wire netting, for safety during the
night
Futnre Wheat Crops.
And now Sir William Crookes of En
gland is figuring out a future scarcity
of food, or at least of tbe wheat sup
ply. He says that in 1897-98 the wheat
crop of the United States was 540.000,
000 bushels, and with less than 75,000,
000 population, we were able to export
217,000,000 bushels to Europe. But by
1931 we shall have 130,000,000 people to
feed in the United States and will have
no surplus to export, and the millions
In Europe must go hungry if there is
not some other source of supply, which
he sees no prospect of there being. We
are not worried, because we do not ex
pect to be here In 1931, but some of our
readers of to-day probably will be, and
they will probably see a much larger
surplus of wheat for export than there
is now. If no larger area Is sown then
than now, we have little doubt that
better methods of selecting seeds, fer
tilizing the land and caring for the
crops will before that time give us a
crop which will be double the average
amount per acre grown in 1897. If
from 540,000,000 bushels we could sell
217,000,000, besides feeding 75,000,000
people at home and seeding our land,
from 1,080,000,000 bushels we can feed
150,000,000 people at home and then
have about 400,000,000 bushels to sell.
Nor will it do to leave the great north
west of British America, or the broad
steppes of Russia now lately opened
up by the railroad to China, out of the
calculation. Their productive capacity
Is almost incalculable, and we think no
one living now will ever see the time
when the world's supply of wheat will
not be sufficient to feed the world's pop
ulation, if it can be properly distrib
uted. Clyde Stallion.
Coeur-de-Lion Is a bay Clydesdale
stallion, foaled in 1895. He was bred
by Lord Cecil, Orchardmains, Turn-
COKUR-DK-LIOV.
bridge, Kent England, and Is now the
property of Sir Jacob Wilson, Belford,
Northumberland. He has been very
successful In the show ring, having won
a number of first prizes.
Covering for Potatoes.
There Is always considerable argu
ment as to whether covering potato
seeds deeply by the ridge method when
planting or covering shallow is the bet
ter plan. There is little doubt but that
on light and rather sandv soils the
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ridge covering is entirely proper, but
experiments have shown that on heavi
er soils, especially on clayey soils, the
shallow covering is best. That is, the
tubers are planted and covered very
shallow so that the bud would be near
the light which means a good start
The furrow is made deep, and as the
plant grows the soil Is drawn toward
it until the furrow Is filled level with
the surrounding surface. It will be
found that the crop is much easier to
harvest particularly where a machine
is used, for it is almost Impossible to
work a digger In heavy soil where the
tubers were set deep. General direc
tions count for little in such work as
the above, for the farmer can learn
more to his own satisfaction on bis
own grounds in a single season than
by reading the arguments on both sides
for a year. St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
Cultivating Peanuts.
If any one desires to grow his own
peanuts they can do so by giving to any
dry soil a thorough pulverization and
fertilization with decomposed stable
manure. . Have the surface even, and
plant about the time of planting beans,
getting fresh unbaked nuts, which
should be removed from the shell. Plant
in hills from 2 to 3 feet apart, with
two kernels to a hill, so as to insure
at least one plant to every hill. The
surplus can be transplanted. When
they come up keep the land clean by
hoeing. When they begin to run and
show blossoms the vines and blossoms
should be covered with earth, to a
depth of about an inch, leaving the ends
of the vines just out of the ground.
With good cultivation the vines will
grow rapidly and the earthing process
must be continued. They will continue
to grow until frost comes, and then they
should be lifted from the ground. Leave
the nuts clinging to the vines. In which
condition they must be thoroughly
dried. Do not let them mold. With
good culture and luck a quart may be
gathered from a single plant. If the
farmers' boys prefer to grow their own
peanuts, either for use, or as a curios
ity, there is no great difficulty attend
ing the operation. Clifford Ebert
Plantsville, Conn.
Unslacked Lime for Rats.
A correspondent of the Country Gen
tleman says that to keep rodents out
of oats, "take unslacked lime, just
sprinkle it over the floor or platform
on which one will put his grain, then a
layer of sheaves and another liberal
spread of lime. Continue in like man
ner, lining each layer of grain to the
last, not smothering the last layer, and
that Is all there is to it. I keep rats
and mice out of my corn cribs In the
same way and It Is Invariably a suc
cess. I also keep large quantities of
unthreshed oats in barn free from rats
and mice the same way. One barrel of
unslacked lime is enough for 2.000 or
3.000 bushels of corn or eight tons of
sheaf oats."
Country Grain Weights.
Because of the lack of uniformity In
legal weights of the measured bushel,
farmers often fall to get all that Is due
them In selling to country buyers. For
example, In some Instances a shipper
at country elevator will require SO to
52 pounds barley to the bushel In buy
ing from the farmer, while weighing
out only 48 pounds to the bushel in
selling it on the Chicago market. The
same is true of oats and other cereals,
of onions, etc. The difference may not
be much on a single wagon load, but In
the crops of a year means many dol
lars. Farmers should understand what
is the legal weight and refuse to de
liver more in selling to the local dealer.
A Good Whitewash.
A good whitewash Is made by put
ting a piece of lime weighing about five
pounds in a granite pan or bucket.
Pour on it a gallon of water, allow it to
boil and slack until the steaming is
over; then take from this two quarts
of the liquid lime, put It iu a wooden
or granite bucket and add sufficient
water to make it rather thin. Add a
small amount of pure indigo sufficient
to give it the proper color; add a tea
spoonful of salt and half a teaspoonfut
of lampblack; stir well. If you wish it
colored, add one of the colorings
which can be purchased at any drug
gist's, stating that it is to be used with
lime.
Corn as Poultry Food.
Poultry writers Inveigh too much
against corn as a poultry food. There is
no single grain that can take its place.
All corn, of course, is not so good as a
variety, but half corn and half 'vari
ety' Is unobjectionable, and the propor
tion of corn may be Increased beyond
that ratio without anything resembling
disaster. When fattening for market
corn is not only the best but the cheap
est food known. The universal prefer
ence of chickens for corn whole or In
any possible state for comminution
should be regarded. Texas Farm and
Ranch. Basis of Creameries.
Commissioner Norton of Iowa thinks
that the man who imagines that all the
attention should be paid to the imme
diate interests of the creamery has an
entirely wrong idea of dairying. He
argues that the basis of the creamery--Industry
is not the man who makes tbe '
butter and sells it but that the cow
and the man who milks her constitute
the basis and that when they do not
produce milk at a profit there will be
no use for creameries.