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SXt'SAs.. (Consolidated Feb., 1899.
CORVALLIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, MAY 21, 1901.
VOL. II. NO. 4.
fpOORHOUSE TO IpALACE j
j BYMARYJ I
CHAPTER II. (Continued.)
At last Frank, pulling the old bine
Jacket from under bis head and passing
It to Mary, said: "Take it to Bill Bender
he offered me a shilling for it, and a
shilling will buy milk for Allie and crack
ers for mother take It."
"No, Frank," answered Mary, "you
would have no pillow; besides, I've got
something more valuable, which I can
sell. I've kept it long, but it must go to
keep us from starring" and she held t
view the golden locket "which George
Moreland had thrown around her neck.
"You shan't sell that," said Frank.
"You must keep it to remember George;
and then, too, you may want it more Borne
Mary finally yielded the point, and
gathering up the crumpled jacket started
in quest of Billy Bender. He was a
kind-hearted boy, two years older than
Frank, whom he had often befriended
and. shielded from the Jeers of their com
panions. He did not want the jacket, for
It was a vast deal too small; and it was
only in reply to a proposal from Frank
that he should buy it that he had casual
ly offered him a shilling. But now, when
he saw the garment, and learned why it
was sent, he ii.. mediately drew from his
old leather wallet a quarter, all the
money he. had in the world, and giving
It t Mary, bade her keep It, as she would
need it all.
Half an hour after a cooling orange
was held to Frank's parched lips, and
Mary said, "Drink, brother; I've got two
more, besides some milk anil hrasri " hut
the ear she addressed was deaf and the-
eye aim with the fast-falling shadow of
death. "Mother! mother!" cried the lit
tle girl, "Franky. won't drink, and his
forehead is all sweat."
. Mrs. Howard had been much worse
that day, but agony made her strong.
Springing to his side, she wiped from
his brow the cold moisture which had
so alarmed her daughter, chafed his
hands and feet, and bathed his head, un
til he seemed better and fell asleep.
Fast the shades of night came on, and
when all was dark in the sick room Mary
sobbed out, "We have no candle, moth
er, and if I go for one, and -he should
The sound of -her voice aroused Frank,
and feeling for hia sister's hand, he said,
"Don't go, Mary; don't, leave me the
moon is shining bright, and I guess I can
find my way to God just as well."
Nine ten eleven and then through
the dingy windows the silvery moonlight
fell, as if indeed to light the way of the
early lost to heaven. Mary had drawn
her mother's lounge to the side of the
trundle bed, and in a state of almost per
fect exhaustion Mrs. Howard lay gasp
ing for breath, while Mary, as if con
scious of the dread reality about to oc
cur, knelt by her side. Once Mrs. How
ard laid her hands on' Mary's head, and
prayed that she might be preserved and
kept from harm by the God of the or
phan, and that the sin of disobedience
resting on her own head might not be
visited upon her child.
' After a time a troubled sleep came up
on her and she slept until roused by a
low sob. Raising herself up, she looked
anxiously; toward her children. The
moonbeams . fell upon the white, placid
face of Frank, who seemed calmly sleep
ing, while over him Mary bent, pushing
back from his forehead the thick clus
tering curls, and striving hard to smoth
er ner sods, so tnat tney might not dis
turb her mother.
"Does, he sleep?" asked Mrs. Howard,
and Mary, covering with her hands the
face of him who Blent, answered:
"Turn away, mother don't look at
mm. r ranny is aead. hie died with his
arms around my neck, and told me not
to waks you."
Mrs. Howard was in the last stages of
consumption, and now she lay back, half
fainting upon her pillow. Toward day
light a violent coughing fit ensued, and
she knew that she was dying. Beckoning
Mary to her side, she whispered, "I anj
leaving you alone in the wide world. Be
ina io jjiua ami our dear little Allie,
and go with her where she goes. May
God keep and bless you my precious chil
dren and reward you as you deserve, my
Tht sentence was unfinished, and in
nnspeakable awe the orphan girl knelt
between her mother and brother shud
dering in the presence of death, and
t then weeping to think that she was alone.
CHAPTER III. .v
Just on the jorner of Chicopee Com
mon, and under the shadow of the cen
tury-old elms which skirt the borders of
the grass plat called by the villagers the
"Mall," stands the small red cottage of
Widow Bender, who in her way was
quite a curiosity. All the "ills which flesh
is heir to" Widow Bender, if she could
ascertain the symptoms, was sure to have
In the most aggravated form.
On the morning following the events
narrated in the last chapter Billy, whose
dreams had been disturbed by thoughts
of Frank, arose early, determined to call
at Mrs. Howard's and see if they were
in want of anything. But his mother,
who had heard rumors of the scarlet fe
ver, was up before him, and on descend
ing to the kitchen Billy found her sitting
before a blazing fire her feet in hot wat
er and her head thrown back in a manner
plainly showing that something new had
taken hold of her in good earnest.
"Oh, ; William," said she, "I've lived
through a sight, but my time has come at
last. Such a pain In my head and stom
ach. I do believe I've got the scarlet
fever, and you must run for the doctor,
. "Scarlet fever!" repeated Billy; "why,
you've had it once, and you can't have it
again, can you?"
"Oh, I don't know I never was like
anybody else and can have anything a
dozen times. Now be spry and fetch the
doctor; but before you go hand me my
snuff box and put the canister top beapin'
full of tea into the teapot."
Billy obeyed, and then, knowing that
ftbe greoa tea would remove hi? mother's
ailment he hurried away toward Mrs.
Howard's. The sun was just rising.
Within the cottage there was no sound or
token of life, and, thinking its inmates
were asleep, Billy paused several min
utes upon-the threshold, fearing that he
should disturb their slumbers. At last,
with a vague presentiment that all was
not right, he raised the latch and enter
ed, but Instantly started back in aston
ishment at the scene before him. On the
thundle bed lay Frank, cold and dead,
and near him, in the same long, dream
less sleep, was his mother, while between
them, with one arm thrown lovingly
across her brother's neck, and her cheek
pressed against his, lay Mary her eye-"
lids moist with tears which, though sleep
ing, she still' shed. On the other side of
Frank, and nestled so closely to him that
her warm breath lifted the brown curls
from his brow, was Gila. But there were
no tear stains on her face, for she did not
yet know how bereaved she was.
For a moment Billy stood irresolute,
and then, as Mary moved uneasily In her
slumbers, he advanced a step or two to
ward her. The noise aroused her, and
instantly remembering and comprehend
ing the whole, she threw herself with a
bitter cry into Billy's extended arms, as
if he alone were all the protector she now
had in the wide, wide world. Ere long
Ella, too, awoke, and the noisy outburst
which followed the knowledge of her loss
made Mary still the agony of her own
heart in order to soothe the more violent
grief of .her excitable sister. Billy's
tears were flowing, too, but at length
rising up, he said to Mary, "Something
must be done. The villagers must know
of it, and I shall have to leave yon alone
while I tell them."
In half an hour from that' time the
cottage was nearly filled with people,
some of whom came out of Idle curiosity.
But there were others who went there
for the sake of comforting the orphans
and attending to the dead, and by noon
the bodies were decently arranged for
"There will be no trouble," said one, "in
finding a place -for Ella, she is so bright
and handsome; but as for Mary, I am
afraid she'll have to go to the poorhouse."
"Were I in a condition to take either,"
replied Mrs. Johnson, "I should prefer
Mary, for in my estimation she is much
the. best girl;Jbutthere,3s the baby,, who
must go wherever Mary does, unless she
can be persuaded to leave her."
Before anyone could reply to this re
mark Mary, who had overheard every
word, came forward, and, laying her
face on Mrs. Johnson' b lap, sobbed out,
"Let me go with Alice; I told mother I
Billy Bender, who all this while had
been standing by the door, started for
home, never once thinking, . until he
reached it, that his mother more than
six hours before, had sent him in great
haste for the physician." On entering the
house he found her, as he expected, rolled
up in bed, apparently in the last stage of
scarlet fever; but before she could re
proach him he said, "Mother, have you
heard the news?" -. ' ,j .
Mrs. Bender had a particular love for
newSi and now forgetting "how near to
death's door" she had been, she eagerly
demanded, "What news? What has hap
When Billy told her of the sudden
deaths of Mrs. Howard and Frank, an
expression of "What? That all?" passed
over her face, and she said, "Dear me,
my snuff, Billy. Both died Inst night, did
they? Ham't you nothin else to tell?"
. "Yes, Mary Judson and Ella Campbell,
too, are dead." .
Mrs. Bender, who, like many others,
courted the favor of the wealthy and
tried to fancy herself on intimate terms
with them, no sooner heard of Mrs.
Campbell's affliction than her own dan
gerous Bymutoma were forgotten, and,
springing up, she exclaimed, "Ella Camp
bell dead! What'U her mother do? I
must go to her right away. Hand me my
double gown there in the closet, and give
me my lace cap in the lower drawer, and
mind you have the teakettle biled agin I
"Before you go anywhere, suppose you
stop at Mrs. Howard's and comfort poor
Mary, who cries all the time because she
and Alice have got to go to the poor
house." "Of course they'll go there, and they
ort to be thankful they've got so good a
"I want to ask you," said Billy, "can't
we couldn't you take them for a few
days, and perhaps something may turn
"William Bender," said the highly as
tonished lady, "what can you mean? A
poor, sick woman like me, with one foot
in the grave, take the charge of three
pauper children! I sha'n't do it,. and yon
needn't think of it."
"But, mother," persisted Billy, who
could generally coax her to do as he liked,
"it's only for a few days, and they'll not
be much trouble or expense, for I'll work
enough harder to make it up.''. -
"I have said no once, William Bender,
and when I say no, I mean no," was the
Billy knew she would be less decided
the next time the subject was broached,
so for the present he dropped it, and tak
ing his cap he returned to Mrs. How
ard's, while his mother started for Mrs.
Campbell's. ' '
Next morning between the hours of 9
and 10 the tolling bell sent forth its sad
summons, and ere long a few of the vil
lagers were moving toward the brown
cottage, where in the same plain eoflfn
slept the mother and her only boy. Near
them sat Ella, occasionally looking with
childish curiosity at the strangers around
her, or leaning forward to peep at the
tips of the new morocco shoes which Mrs.
Johnson had kindly giveu her; then, when
her eyes fell upon the eoffln, she would
burst into such an agony of weeping that
manyi 6f the villagers also wept in sym
pathy, and as they stroked her soft hair,,
thought, "how much more she loved her
mother than did Mary," who. without a
tear upon her cheek, sat there Immova
ble, gazing fixedly npoia the marble fae
of her mother. Alice was not present;
for Billy had not only succeeded in win
ning Ills mother's consent to take the chil
dren for a few days, but he had ala
coaxed her to say that Alice might com
Before the funeral, on condition that he
would remain at home and take car of
Scarcely three honrs had passed sine
the dark, moist earth was heaped upon
the humble grave of the widow and her
son, when again, over the village of Chic
opee, floated the notes of the tolling bell,
and Immediately crowds of people, with
seemingly eager haste, harried toward
the Campbell mansion, which was soon
On a marble table in the same room lay
the handsome coffin, and in it slept young
Ella. Gracefully her small waxen hands
were folded one over the other, whils
white, half-opened rosebuds were wreath
ed among the curls of her hair. "She it
too beautiful to die, and the only child,
too," thought more than one as they look
ed first at the sleeping clay and then at
the stricken mother, who, draped in deep
est black, sobbed convulsively. And yet
she was not one-half so desolate as was
the orphan Mary, who in Mrs. Bender's
kitchen sat weeping over her sister Alice,
and striving to form words of prayer
which should reach the God of the father
less. "My mother, oh! my mother," she cried,
as she stretched her hands toward, tht
clear blue sky, now that mother's home.
"Why didn't I die, too?"
There was a step upon the grass, and
looking up, Mary saw standing near her
Mrs. Campbell's English girl, Hannah.
She had always evinced a liking for Mrs.
Howard's family, and now after finishing
her dishes, and trying in vain to speak
a word of consolation to her mistress,
who refused to be comforted, she had
stolen away to Mrs. Bender's, ostensibly
to see all the orphans, but in reality to
see Ella, who had always been her favor
ite." ; The sight of Mary's grief touched Han
nah's heart, and sitting down by the lit
tle girl she tried to comfort her. Mary
felt that her words and manner were
prompted by real sympathy, and after a
time she grew calm, and listened whils
Hannah told her that "as soon as hei
mistress got so anybody could go neat
her, she meant to ask her to take Ella
Howard to fill the, place of her own
They look as much alike as two
beans," said she, "and s'posin' Ella How
ard ain't exactly her own flesh and blood,
she would grow into liking her, I know."
That night after her return home Han
nah lingered for a long time about the
parlor door, glancing wistfully toward
her mistress, who reclined npon the sofa
with her face entirely hidden-by hei
cambric handkerchief;. - -i
"It's most too; soon, I guess," thought
Hannah. 1 11 wait till to-morrow.".:
. Accordingly next morning,' When, as she
had expected, she was told to carry her
mistress toast and coffee to her room,
she lingered for awhile, and seemed
desirous of speaking that Mrs. Campbell
asked what she wanted.
"Why, you see, ma'am, I was going to
say a word about about that youngest
Howard girl. She's got to go to the poor-
house and it s a pity, she s so handsome.
Why couldn't she come here and live?
I'll take care of her, and 'twouldn't tl
nigh so lonesome."
At this allusion to her bereavement
Mrs. Campbell burst into tears,- and mo
tioned Hannah from the room. -
"I'll keep at her till I-fetch it about,"
thought Hannah. But further persuasion
from her was rendered unnecessary, foi
Mrs. Lincoln called that afternoon, and
after assuring her friend that she nevei
before Baw one who was so terribly af
flicted, casually mentioned the Howards
and the extreme poverty to which thej
were reduced. " '
- Here Mrs. Campbell commenced weep
ing, and as Mrs. Lincoln soon took hei
leave she was left alone . for several
hours. At the end of that time, impelled
by something she could not resist,- she
rang the bell and ordered- Hannah to go
to Mrs. Bender's and bring' Ella to het
room, as she wished to see how Bhe ap
" (To be continued.)
STRANGEST OF ALL FISH. ,
Benizsn of the I)e?p that Angle 'or
the Food It Devour
Most remarkable of strange fishes is
the angler fish, whose very name seems
a paradox. The fishing fish IS never
theless a reality, and a stern one. to all
that approach those awful Jaws of Lis.
With a body the color of mud, he gen
erally lies in the shadow of some rock
on the bottom of the sea, waiting mo
tionless for the approach of his preyl
He is provided with an odd kind of fin
Just over the mouth, and this is held
out in front of him to give warning of
the coming of something to be swal
lowed. ' One taken alive was experi
mented on and it was found that if
this projecting fin was touched with a
stick, even though the stick did not
come near the mouth, the jaws closed
convulsively. This shows that the fin,
by some provision of nature, closes the
jaws as soon as it is touched.
, The mouth is tremendous, growing to
ti-Stf-idth of a foot, while the whole
fi-u is only three feet long. One of these
anglers-was caught not long since and,
although it was only twenty-five inches
long, a fish fifteen Inches long was
found sticking in Its throat. The ang
ler Is provided with a peculiar set of
teeth, in double or treble rows along
the jaws and at the entrance of the
throat. Some of these teeth are a foot
long. He is not a pretty fish to look at,
but he attends strictly to business and
will swallow anything that touches his
warning fin, whether it be meant for
food or not. All kinds of things have
been found In the stomach of anglers,
from bits of lead and stone to fish al
most as large as the angler itself. This
is without doubt one of the most pe
culiar and Interesting fish in the whole
- Clevir Foapmaker.
Friend Why do you dump all
dirt into your soap kettles?
Soap Manufacturer If folks don't
find the water dirty after washln' they
think the soap is no 'pod. New York
Weekly. " . ' . .
Borne for Eaoimer Visitor.
Spring and summer are times of long,
glorious twilights 'When the birds seek
to rival each other' In song, of grand
concerts in the mornings before many
of us are awake. -It Is a time best fit
ted for nature study, and that Is what
this article is abouC;
There is a wonderful amount of en
joyment and Instruction In nature study
and in the observation of birds and bird
traits particularly, v This can be pur
sued without in any" way harming the
birds, and the writer wants to Impress
upon his young readers the importance
HOUSE -HUNTING TIME.
of that fact The collecting of birds'
eggs is not only a cruel practice, but it
works Injury to all -whom, the birds
help. This means the farmer, the gard-
ner and, indirectly every one, either in
town or country. '-(
But there is a way' in which we can
aid our nature study and at the same
time help the birds. Why not surprise
the bluebird, the martin or the wren
by letting him find his home all ready
for him when he comes. Be assured
he will consider the dwelling place not
beneath his notice and' will make lively
music for you all summer long. A few
days cannot be employed to better use
by the boys than In the workshop build
ing the mansions for the birds. -"Then
I fancy I can hear the wren twitter to
nie7what luck! - Here's a house al
ready for me and I won't have to build
TWO EASILY MADE HOUSES.
my nest In that rickety old pump stalk
again. The people around here surely
like me." -
Here are some neat but simple styles
of birdhouses that will be easy to make,
but will please the tenants as weH as if
each house were lined with gold and
had electric fans inside. In fact, your
domestic songster is not very critical.
The bluebird nests just as happily in a
hollow rail in a field fence as he does
anywhere, and it is safe to say that the
coaimon kind of a tin can Or wooden
box will find an occupant I hope my
young readers will take up this work,
and if they do not feel jepaid for their
trouble before the summer is over, why,
then we will say no more about it. '
This Boy Was Plucky,
As Chester, Pa., a few days ago, a
mad dog was terrorizing the neighbor
hood. ' Men and boys watched the
brute's antics form a safe distance. bHt-
a boy 15 years old, named Peter Brown,
iook me occasion to stamp himself as
a hero by capturing the animal in ,a
bag. Here is what he modestly said of
the feat a little while. afterward:
"You see," said he, "the doe was a
coming down a splutterin. for all he
was worth, and I knowed something
would have'to be done. I was standing
near a grocery store where they was
unloading some potatoes, and I thought
to myself here comes my opportunity.
It's an old trick, but only them what's
used to it kin do it.
"I opened the bag's mouth wide as I
could, Just when the dog was comln'
hardest. I expected every minute he'd
snatch me leg, but as luck would have
it he didn't He made right for the
bag, and when he got part way in I
shoved him further, and then- gathered
it In- at the end, and the dog was fast.
Then the other fellers came and
wanted to help, but I held on to the bag,
and the grocery man let me take it
away. I got some string and tied np
the end, and after, I got some twine I
hauled the animal down to the river.
He was still a splutterin' and growling
fer all he was worth. Then I got a bie
stone and tied.lt to the bag and throwed
it over, xnen the jig was ud."
Why Girls Cannot Throw.
A great deal of fun Is poked at the
girls because they cannot throw a stone
or a snowball .and hit the person or
thing they are aiming at. The general
idea as to why girls cannot throw as
well as boys Is that they have not ac
quired the knack by practice as their
brothers have. - Another explanation Is
given by a medical man, which tends to
show that girls could never" learn the
knack, however much they tried. .
When a boy throws a stone he crooks
his elbow and reaches back with his
forearm, and in the act of throwing
he works every Joint from shoulder to
wrist. The girl throws with her whole
arm rigid, whereas the boy's arm is re
laxed. The reason of this difference is one of
anatomy; the feminine collar bone is
longer and Is set lower than In the case
or a. male. The lone, crooked, iwt
ward bone Interferes with the free use
of the arm. This is the reason that
girls cannot throw welL
A TAnM OIaIib T 4..
A boy 11 years of age, Edward H.
McMichael. has traveled 63,000 miles.
The boy was born In Shanghai, and has
crossed the Pacific Ocean and the
American continent seven times. He
spent last summer with his uncle, Pr.
Robert F. Adams. In Svracnse. and, en
tered St Paul's School, at Arden City,
iAug isiana, a rew weeks ago. He
speaks and writes Chinese. French and
English, and bis knowledge of geog-
rapny ana nistory is remarkable. One
day last summer he visited a man who
had lived in one town for eighty-eight
years, and whose travels had been 11m
Ited to the neighboring villages. The
old man and the boy had their photo-
grapns tagen together.
Willie Anticipated Tronble.
"Mamma," said 6-year-old Willie. "I
wish you would not leave me alone
with the baby when you go out this af
"Why not Willie?" queried his moth
"Because," he replied, "I'm afraid I'll
have to eat all the cakes and Jam In the
closet Just to amuse her." -
Came for Rejoicing.
how pretty and clever you are,
mamma," exclaimed little Edith.
"Do you really think so, dear?" re
joined her mother.
"Course I do." renlied Edith, "and
I'm awful glad you married into our
Papa Who Is the smartest boy
your class at school. Johnnv?
Johnny Well, Willie Jones says he
Papa But who do you think is?
Johnnv I'd rather not R!l V Will flfUV
I'm not as conceited as Willie Jones is.
- "Didn't Hiti No Knif.
' Teacher What made you chalk your
name on the top of your desk, Johnny?"
Johnny (aged 6) 'Cause I didn't have
no knife. . ...?.";-
"- SING WHILE THEY WEAVE.
Maker of Cashmere Shawl Are Happy
;WK -:;-;" T"' Loom.
A recent traveler 'through' northern
India . tells, an: interesting incident in
YmifIMtlnn With vial whlnh oltA ma A
T .ua .1 .UVU luuut
I to one of the rudeHttle homes in Cash
mere, where the world-renowned India
Shawls are made. It chanced to be a
Very hot day, even for India, and when
our traveler lound herself being con
ducted through a dusty, dingy, narrow
street toward a squalid little house she
almost regretted her Inherent thirst for
However, upon entering , a little
room she found ten or a dozen men
sitting on the floor patiently weaving
the richly hued threads In and out and
evidently happy, since, notwithstand
ing the heat and general dinginess,
they were chanting together some
pleasing little melody.
While watching them at their careful,
palnstakinglabor she noticed that each
man had a little slip of paper pinned
to his work, which she naturally took
to be the design of his particular shawl.
Upon closer investigation, however, she
found that they all contained musical
notes. Fancy her surprise to learn that
it really was the pattern expressed in
musical notation, and represented, In
point of fact, the tnne the men were
then singing. She further learned that
they had discovered a curious relation
between color and sound, whereby they
determined the colors they were to .use
by the way they harmonized in music,
an inharmonious blending of tones al
ways signifying inharmonious color
ing. "Another remarkable thing I ob
served," she adds, "Is that on the slopes
of the Himalayas the native women
have a most curious plan of disposing
pf their babies and keeping them quiet
while they are engaged at work in the
fields during the greater part of the
day. Before the mothers set out to
work in the morning they wrap their
babies in swaddling bands, leaving
nothing but their little faces exposed.
Then the babies are taken and laid
under a ledge of rock from which wa
ter is falling, and by means of a bam
boo the water is made to drip gently on
each baby's forehead. The effect of
the dripping water is most soothing,
and soon the little ones are all asleep,
and remain quite motionless until
taken up by their mothers on their re
turn from their work; when they are
carried oft to be unwrapped, dried and
fed. Very few of the little ones treated
on this hydropathic system seem to be
any the worse for it and as a' rule they
grow up strong and healthy "men and
women." - . . . - -
Someting New in Mining.
He I saw our old neighbor, Mr. Skin
She Did you? What Is he doing now?
He He's interaeted In one of these
wild cat mining companies.
She The Idea! I never knew you had
to mine for wild cats. Philadelphia
Pennsylvania and New York.'
. When the first census was taken in
1790 Pennsylvania's population was
94,253 greater than that of New York.
Bv the census of 1900 New Viwlr' nnn
latlon leads that of Pennsylvania by
- - : liiver. . " ..-.-'
"Usually," said the Cheerful. Idiot,
breaking Into the conversation, "the
man that Is a good-liver hasn't" In
- - .' . .- .:.;
Prnnina the Orchard in Fommer.
Besides the thinning out and shorten
'jig of fresh growth In summer, such as
has been referred to several times in
these columns. It would often be work
well done to thjn out branches which
are too close together, branches which
should have been cut out in winter, but
which were neglected. It Is often a
good deal easier to see when to cut in
summer than it is in winter, as the re
quirements of the tree can be better
understood. But few fruit growers
keep their trees open enough. The
trees are so dense that the branches
cannot perfect themselves and neither
flowers nor fruit can be looked for.
When branches are but small one Is apt
to forget the future and permit too
many of them to form. It Is well to
keep In mind that a lot of Inside
branches to which the sun never gets
will not bear fruit They are useless
and should come out, that the sun may
reach what are left In summer time
it is easy to see at once when enough
has been thinned out Besides this ad
vantage, there Is another, viz., the scars
quickly heal when cut while the sap is
active. . Besides the thinning out and
shapenlng of the tree, summer pruning
of cherries, plums, pears and like fruits
has the effect of making them fruit
bearing In a short time. A young shoot
of a cherry cut back within a few eyes
of its base, will form fruit buds on the
spur left. A pear shoot shortened in
one-half will often form a fruit bud at
the point where cut off. Very often a
tree which has not fruited will be made
to. do so for the first time by these
means. There is always much pleasure
in having a tree pf good outline, and
for this and the reason already given,
pay attention to the pruning. St. Louis
Globe-Democrat -- .
v " -A Doable Stave Silo. '
These silos are 12 feet in diameter by
30 feet high and are set 0 feet apart
and inclosed 'as shown. The doors of
the silos face each other in the inclosed
alley. They are filled from the win
dows shown in the gables. They are
built of 2 by 6 Norway bill stuff dressed
on a bevel to fit a 12 foot radius. It
takes 80 pieces of 2 by 6, 12 feet long,
and 80 2 by 6, 18 feet long, a total of
2,400 feet of Norway bill stuff, to build
one of these silos. It also takes about
100 pounds of No. 9 steel wire,, which
will make about 50 hoops, put on in
groups; shingled roof; the silos painted
three coats on outside and a coat of
raw linseed oil on the inside. Ohio
If we thought we had soil that needed
more lime in it to sweeten It we would
prefer the phosphate of lime either as
an acid phosphate or In the very fine
ground phosphatic rock, or basic slag,
such as are usually called floats. In
any strong soil, rich in humus or decay
ing vegetable matter, or where a green
crop had been plowed under, we think
either of these 'would dissolve quickly.
while the cost Is not much greater than
that of sulphate of lime or common
land plaster. - Then we should get the
benefit of the phosphoric acid as well
as of the'lime. But to get the full ad
vantage of the lime we would put the
field In cabbages, cauliflowers, turnips,
wheat or other small grains; or in
grass. Lime is of little advantage for
corn, and. on potatoes it is said to in
crease the scab and decrease the value
of the crops if not the quantity. With
a strip of litmus paper it Is easy to as
certain if the soil needs lime, as the pa
per put In wet soil will turn red If there
is too much acid, but if it is still blue
the soil is sweet or has lime enough.
Wood ashes also contain lime, mixed
with potash. In some soils this is the
best form to apply lime, as potash is
often needed, but it is not easy here to
buy good wood ashes. American Culti
We are not sure but that . a plow
would be better if it had one handle In
stead of two. The plow which requires
a man to exert both hands to use it
is tiresome to both man and the team.
Even in stony ground we have guided
the plow with one hand and not put
out. as much strength on it as we did on
the reins that guided the pair of horses
that were not used to working together.
But to do this one must know bow to
attach the team to have the line of
draft Just right We remember seeing
a farmer using a new plow, which he
condemned as being the meanest that
he ever saw. Tet a little change in the
hitch from plow clevis to whiffletree,
and a little adjustment of the harness,
proved it to be a good plow, while the
horses were doing better work and not
expending one-half as much strength.
Yet he had probably plowed more acres
In his time than we have square rods,
and with his old plow could have turn-'
ed as good a furrow as any man In
town. American Cultivator.
In the recent quarterly report of the
Kansas Department of Agriculture la
a most excellent article on Kaffir corn,
prepared by J. G. Haney of the State
Agricultural College, upon request of
Secretary Coburn. Concerning the har
vesting of the crop he says: Kaffir corn
remains green until frost and the seed
does not shatter; so, if grain is the only
consideration, there is no great hurry
to harvest; it can stand until after
frost and the stalk Is dry. But gener
ally, the fodder Is a consideration, as
well as the grain, and then the problem
Is to cut when the best results from
both may be obtained. The longer the
fodder stands the harder and less pal
atable It becomes, while if cut too early
the best yield of grain is not secured.
After the grain is hardened so that it
is difficult to mash between the thumb
and finger, and there Is little moisture
apparently in the seed, there will be
very little shrinkage in the grain. This
would perbaps be called "just past the
hard dough stage." If cut earlier the
fodder will be better feed, but there
will be considerable shrinkage in the
One thing that has kept this crop
from being more generally raised is
the problem of harvesting. There are
a number of methods and they all
have their merits. If the fodder Is de
sired for feed it is perhaps best to cut
stalk and all and leave In the shock
until dry. The best machine for ac
complishing this is the .corn binder, ;
which leaves it in bundles of conven
ient sire for handling, and the fodder
Is held together.'- The common method, '
however, is to cut with a mower, and
the crop should be left to cure well
before raking. Ordinarily It Is put into
large shocks or small ricks containing
from a ton to three tons each. This is
done with a hay gatherer, "buck rake,"
or "go-devil," and saves a great deal
of handling. It keeps in excellent con
dition when treated this way and can
be hauled when needed. It is ready to
harvest in about 105 days after plant
ing, and this should be before frost, as
freezing while green is detrimental;
besides, the hay will not cure as well
in cool weather, and it is essential that
it be as perfectly cured as possible. "
Kalsins; Young Turkey.
There Is neither luck nor tact in rais
ing young turkeys, but simply good care
and the right kind of food, says a Field
and Farm writer. One of the first
steps Is to have good eggs from well
mated fowls. Set the eggs under a
chicken hen. Be sure not to give her
too many or she will wean them when
too young, or as soon as they get large
enough to crowd. Five or seven are
enough for one hen. It takes the eggs
about four weeks to hatch and every
thing should be in readiness for the
poults. It is necessary to have a good
coop.. Make it without a bottom and
set it on the ground. Confine the hen
and let the little turkeys run in and
out at their pleasure. Put the coop
away from the chickens, and with
planks about twelve inches wide and
eight or ten long make them a small
park so they cannot wander away from
the mother hen. The coop should be
moved to a fresh place every day and
' the little park every other day until
' the'little turkeys are old enough to fol
low the hen mother. Young turkeys
that run with old ones will grow faster
and are far less trouble, but they are
likely to wander away and get lost.
Note from the Pisrsrery.
Salt and ashes aid digestion in swine.
A clean feeding place for swine is a
prime necessity. 7
Lice rarely Infest hogs that have
plenty of sulphur.
Rusty old straw is one of the worst
materials for bedding swine.
Cholera In the herd travels swiftly
from one animal to another.
The healthy hog's stomach is as reg
ular as clockwork in demanding food.
When feeding for fattening always
watch for signs of Indigestion. Obey
the first sign by reducing rations.
Cholera will be prevented if sulphur
be mixed with the salt and ashes. The
sulphur may be mixed with slop also.
When a pig refuses to eat and thumps
and has his hair turned the wrong way,
trot him out and give him a dose of ax.
Make the dose a big one.
Remember that stuffing and cram
ming and jamming food Into a pig to
fatten it in a short time is a wholly ab
normal, unnatural performance. We -must
expect it to wreck some of the
forced animals. Rural World.
The. Early Bee Pollinate the Frnlt.
Experiments made some time ago at
the Michigan Agricultural College
showed that the bees were altogether
the earliest insects out; that at the time
the average fruit tree is in bloom it is
too earlv In the snrinir for other i
to be of any value for fruit pollination.