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HaWi'sa.'Vi...! Consolidated Feb., 1899.
COBVAIjLIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, DECEMBER 31, 1901.
VOL. II. NO. 36.
The t)oetor'$
By Hesba
CHAPTER XXVI. I
December came in with intense sever
ity. Icicles a yard long hung to the
eaves, and the snow lay unmelted for
days together on the roofs. More often
than not we were without wood for our
fire, and when we bad it, it was green
and unseasoned, and only smoldered
away with a smoke that stung and irri
tated our eyes. Our insufficient and un
wholesome food supplied us with no in
ward warmth. At times the pangs of
hunger grew too strong for us both, and
forced me to spend a little of the money
I was nursing so carefully. As soon as
I could make myself understood, I went
out occasionally after dark to buy bread
and milk.
I found that I had no duties to perform
as a teacher, for none of the three French
pupils desired to learn English. English
girls, who had been decoyed into the
same snare by the same false photograph
and prospectus which had entrapped me,
were all of families too poor to be able
to forfeit the money which had been paid
In advance for their French education.
Two of them, however, completed their
term at Christmas and returned home
weak and ill; the third was to leave in
the spring.
Very fast melted away my money. I
could not see the child pining with hun
ger, though every sou I spent made our
return to England more difficult. Mad
ame Perrier put no hindrance in my way,
for the more food we purchased for our
selves, the less we ate at her table. The
bitter cold and the coarse food told upon
Minima's delicate little frame. Yet
what could I do? I dared not write to
Mrs. Wilkinson, and I very much doubt
J ed if there would be any benefit to be
hoped for if I ran the risk. Minima did
not know the address of any one of the
- persons, who had subscribed for her edu
cation and board. She was as friendless
as I was in the world.
So far away were Dr.-Martin Dobree
. and Tardif that I dared not count them
as friends who could have any power to
help me. Better for Dr. Martin Dobree
if he could altogether forget me, and
rciiuu lu ma cuusiu o uuu. j. ci uaa lie
had done so already.
Towards the middle of February Mad-
, ame . Perrier's coarse face was always
: overcast, and monsieur seemed gloomy,
too gloomy to retain even French polite
ness of manner towards any of us. The
household was nnder a cloud, but I could
not discover why. "IVJiai little discipline
and work there liad been in the school
was quite at an end. Every one was left
to do as she chose.
Early one morning, long before the day
break, I was startled out of my sleep by
a hurried knock at my door. It proved
to be Mademoiselle Morel. I opened the
door for her, and she appeared in her
bonnet and walking dress, carrying a
lamp in her hand, which lit up her weary
tear-stained face. She took a seat at
the foot of iny bed and buried her face
in her handkerchief.
"Mademoiselle," she said, "here is a
grand misfortune, a misfortune without
parallel. Monsieur and madame are
gone."
"Gone!" I repeated; "where are they
gone?
"I do not know, mademoiselle," she
answered; "I know nothing at all. They
are gone away. The poor good people
were in debt, and their creditors are as
hard as stone. They are gone, and I
have no means to carry on the establish
ment. The school is finished."
"But I am to stay here twelve months,"
I cried, in dismay, "and Minima was to
Btay four years. The money has been
paid to them for it. What is to fcecome
of us?"-'
"I cannot say; mademoiselle; I am des
olated myself," she replied, with a fresh
burst of tears; "all is finished here. If
yon have not money enough to take you
back to England, you must write to your
friends. I am going to return to Bor
deanx. I detest Normandy; it is so cold
and triste."
"But what is to be done with the other
pupils?" I inquired. '
"The English pupil goes with me to
Paris,", she answered; "she has her
. friends there. The French demoiselli s
are not far from their own homes, and
they return lo-day by the omnibus 'to
Granville. It is a misfortuue without
parallel, mademoiselle a misfortune
without a parallel."
To crown all, she was going to start
immediately by the omnibus to Falaise,
and on by rail to Paris, not waiting for
the storm to burst. She kissed me on
both cheeks, bade me adieu, and was
gone, leaving me in ntter darkness, before
I fairly comprehended the rapid French
in which she conveyed her intention. I
had seen my last of Monsieur and Mad
ame Perrier, and of Mademoiselle Morel.
All I had to do was to see to myself
and Minima. I carried our breakfast
back with me, when I returned to Min
ima. "I wish I'd been born a boy," she said
plaintively; "they can get their own liv
ing sooner than girls, and better. How
soon do you think I could get my own
living? I could be a little nursemaid
now, you know; and I'd eat very little."
"What makes you talk about getting
your living?" I asked.
"How pale you look!" she answered,
nodding her little head; "why, I heard
something of what mademoiselle said.
You're very poor, aren't you, Aunt
Kelly?"
"Very poor!" I repeated, hiding my
fa?e on her pillow, whilst hot tears forc
ed themselves through my eyelids.
"Oh ! this will never do," said the child
ish voice; we mustn't cry, you know.
The boys always said it was like a baby
to cry; and father used to say, Courage,
Minima!' Perhaps, when all our money
Is gone, we shall find a great big purse
full of gold; or else a beautiful French
prince will see you and fall in love with
you, and take us both to his palace, and
make you his princess; and we shall all
grow np till we die."
, I laughed at the oddity of this childish
climax, in spite of the heaviness of my
heart and the springing of my tears.
Minima's fresh young fancies were too
Dilemma
Strctton
droll to resist, especially in combination
with her shrewd, old-womanish knowl
edge of many things of which I was ig
norant.
It was now that across the darkness of
my pcospects flashed a thought that seem
ed like an angel of light. Why should I
not try to make my way to Mrs. Dobree.
Martin's mother, to whom I could tell
my whole history, and on whose friend
ship and protection I could rely implicit
ly? By this time Kate Daltrey would
have quitted the Channel Islands, satis
fied that I had eluded her pursuit.
The route was neither long nor difficult;
at Granville a vessel sai'.eJ direct for
Jersey, and we were not more than thir
ty miles from Granville. It was a dis
tance that we could almost walk. If
Mrs. Dobree could not help me, Tardif
would take Minima into his house for a
time, and the child could not have a hap
pier home. I could couut upon my good
Tardif doing that. These plans were tak
ing shape in my brain, when I heard a
voice calling softly under the window. I
opened the casement, and leaning out,
saw the welcome face of Rosalie, the
milk woman.
"Will you permit me to come in?" she
inauired.
"Yes, yes, come in," I said eagerly,
She entered, and saluted us both with
much ceremony.
"So my little Emile and his spouse are
gone, mademoiselle," she said, in a mys
terious whisper. "I have been saying to
myself, 'What will my little English lady
do?' That is why I am here. Behold
me."
"I do not know what to do," I answer
ed. "If mademoiselle is not difficult," she
said, "she and the little one could rest
with me for a day or two. My bed is
clean and soft bah! ten times softer
than these paillasses. I would ask only a
franc a night for it. That is much less
than ' at the hotels, where they charge
for light and attendance. Mademoiselle
could write to her friends, if she has not
enough money to carry her and the little
one back to their own country." .
"I have no friends," I said desponding-
ly.
"No friends! no relations!" she ' ex
claimed. - ..
"Not one," I replied. ' .
I was only too glad to get a shelter for
Minima and myself for another night.
Madomoisejlia -Rosalie explained to me the
F-eefl systeur q boiVcwinjr raoney,jiDoc
. articles. BuFjipon packing -up our few
.possessions, I remembered that only a
few days before Madame Perrier had
borrowed from me my sealskin mantle,
the one valuable thing I had remaining.
I had lent it reluctantly, and in spite of
myself; and it had never been returned.
Minima's wardrobe was still poorer than
my own. All the money we. could raise
was less than two napoleons; and with
this we had to make our way to Gran
ville, and from thence to Guernsey. We
could not travel luxuriously.
The next morning we left Noireau on
foot, and strolled on as if we were walk
ing on air, and could feel no fatigue.
Every step which carried us nearer to
Granville brought new hope to me. The
face of Martin's mother came often to
my mind, looking at me, as she had done
in Sark, with a mournful yet tender smile
a smile behind which lay many tears.
"Courage!" I said to myself; "every
hour brings you nearer to her."
I had full directions as to our route,
and I carried a letter from Rosalie to a
cousin of hers, who lived in a convent
about twelve miles from Noireau. If we
reached the convent before six o'clock we
should find the doors open, and should
gain admission. But in the afternoon the
sky changed. The wind changed a point
or two from the south, and a breath from
the east blew, with a chilly touch, over
the wide open plaia we were now cross
ing. The road was very desolate. It
brought us after a while to the edge of
a common, stretching before us, drear
and brown, as far as my eye could reach.
"Are you very tired, my Minima?" I
asked.
"It will be so nice to go to bed, when
we reach the convent," she said, looking
up 'with a smile. "I can't imagine why
the prince has not come yet." -
"Perhaps he is coming all the time,"
I answered, "and he'll find us when we
want him "orst."
We plodded on after that, looking for
the convent, or for any dwelling where
we could stay till morning. But none
came in sight, or any person from whom
we could learn where we were wander
ing. I was growing frightened, dismay
ed. What would become of us both, if
we could find no shelter from the cold of
a February night?
CHAPTER XXVII.
There were unshed tears in my eyes
for I would not let Minima know my
fears when I saw dimly, through the
mist, a high cross standing in the midst
of a small grove of yews and cypresses,
planted formally about it. The rain was
beating against it, and the wind sobbing
in the trees surrounding it. It seemed
so sad, so forsaken, that it drew us to it.
Without speaking the child and I crept
to the shelter at its foot, and sat down
to rest there, as if we were, companions
to it in its loneliness.
It was too dark now to see far along
the road, but as we waited and watched
there came into sight a rude sort of cov
ered carriage, like a market cart, drawn
by a horse with a blue sheep-skin hang
ing round his neck. The pace at which
he was going was not above a jog-trot,
and he came almost to a standstill oppo
site the cross, as if it was customary to
pause there. This was the instant to ap
peal for aid. I darted forward and
stretched out my hands to the driver.
"Help us," I cried; "we have lost our
way, and the night is come." I could see
now that the driver was a burly, red
faced, clean-shaven Norman peasant. He
crossed himself hurriedly, and glanced
at the grove of dark, solemn trees from
which we had come. But by his side sat
a priest, in his cassock and broad-brimmed
hat fastened up at the sides, who
alighted almost before I had finished
speaking, and stood before as bare head
ed, and bowing profoundly.
Madame," he said, in a bland tone, to
what town are you going?"
"We are going to Granville," I an
swered; "but I am afraid I have lost the
way. . We are very tired, this little child
and I. We can walk no more, monsieur.
Take care of ua, I pray you."
I spoke brokenly, for in an extremity
like this, it was difficult to put my re
quest into French. The priest appeared
perplexed, but he went back and held a
short, earnest conversation with the driv
er, in a subdued voice.
"Madame," he said, returning to me, "I
am Francis Laurentie, the cure of Ville-en-bois.
It is quite a small village about
a league from here, and we are on the
road to it; but the route to Granville is
two leagues behind us, and it is still far
ther to the nearest village. There is not
time to return with you this evening.
Will you, then, go with us to Ville-en-bois?
and to-morrow we will send you
on to Granville."
He spoke very slowly and distinctly,
with a clear, cordial voice, which filled
me with confidence. I could hardly dis
tinguish his features, but his hair was
silvery white, and shone in the gloom, as
he still stood bare-headed before me,
though the rain was falling fast.
"Take care of us, monsieur," I replied,
putting my hand in his; "we will go with
you."
"Make haste, then, my children," he
said cheerfully; "the rain will hurt you.
Let me lift the mignonne! Bah! How
little she is. Now, madame, permit me."
There was a seat in the back, which
we reached by climbing over the front
bench, assisted by the driver. There we
were well sheltered from the driving wind
and rain, with our feet resting upon a
sack of potatoes, and the two strange
figures of the Norman peasant in his
blouse and white cotton cap, and the
cure in his hat and cassock, filling up the
front of the car before us.
"They are not Frenchwomen, Monsieur
le Cure," observed the driver, after a
short pause. ;
"No, no, my good Jean," was the cure's
answer; "by their tongue I should say
they are English. Englishwomen are ex
tremely intrepid, and voyage about all the
world quite alone, like this. . It is only a
marvel to me that we have never encoun
tered one of them before to-day."
"Monsieur," I interrupted, feeling al
most guilty in having listened so far, "I
understand French very well, though I
speak it badly." "
"Pardon, madame!" he replied, "I hope
you will not be grieved by the foolish
words we have been speaking one to the
other."
After that all was still again for some
time, except the tinkling of the bells, and
the pad-pad of the horse's feet upon the
steep and rugged road. " By and by a vil
lage clock striking echoed faintly down
the valley; and the ' cure turned round
and addressed me again. .'."-; '
"There is my village, madame, he said,
stretching forth his hand to point it out;
"it is very small, and my. parish contains
'out four hundred and -twenty-two- souls,
some of them very little ones. They all
know me, and regard me as a father.
They love me, though I have some rebel
sons."
We entered a narrow and roughly pav
ed village street. The houses, as I saw
afterwards, were all huddled together,
with a small church at the point farthest
from the entrance; and the road ended at
its porch, as if there were no other place
in the world beyond it.
We drove at last into a square court
yard, paved with pebbles. Almost be
fore the horse could stop I saw a stream
of light shining from an open door across
a causeway, and the voice of a woman,
whom I could not see, spoke eagerly as
soon as the horse's hoofs had ceased to
scrape upon the pebbles.
- (To be continued.)
Warning to Preachers.
"I thought it would be easy enough to
convert the lay people of the town, but
realized, of course, that the ministers
would be a harder task. I remember
one of the first sermons I preached with
that idea before me. It was a hot sum
mer day, and a gentleman very much
under the influence of liquor slid into
the rear part of the church and went to
sleep. It was somewhat disquieting at
first, but I soon warmed up to the sub
ject and forgot him. What happened
has always been a warning to me
against very loud preaching I waked
him up. My vehemence so disturbed
him that he arose, walked unsteadily
up the aisle, and stopped in front of
the pulpit I was dreadfully embar
rassed, I remember, but I retained suf
ficient presence of mind to take what
I thought was an efficient and brilliant
means of bridging over the gap, for, of
course, I had stopped preaching when
he stood still and looked at me. Lean
ing over the pulpit I remarked suavely:
" 'I perceive that my good brother is
ill. Will some '
"Before any one could move, how
ever, he lifted his head, and, fixing his
blinking eyes upon me, remarked in
perfectly distinct tones heard through
out the church:
" 'I sh'd think such preachin' 'ud
make everybody ill!' "Cyrus Towns-
end Brady, in New Lippincott.
Chance for a Castle.
The following advertisement appears
in n Tendon Daner: '
"A rock built crenelated castle, buf
feted by the Atlantic surge, at one of
JJie most romantic and dreaded points
of our ironbound coast, in full view of
the death stone; shipwrecks frequent,
corpses common; three reception and
seven bedrooms; every modern conven
ience; 10 gs. a week Address," etc.
Pprsnns in need of a castle and who
are fond of shipwrecks and corpses
should- not overlook this opportunity.
flttsuurg ijuuimeicitti uuzeue.
.The Chief Cost.
Askit And so you have given up
your summer trip to wetspot-by-the-
sea?
Tellit Yes. I had to. I had money
enough tor expenses, Dut not enough
for tips. Baltimore American.
Tuberculosis in Paris
Of the 46,988 deaths which occurred
In Paris in 1899, as many as 12,314 are
attribuW to tuberculosis, or more
than one-fourth.
Brains and Dish wash Inc.
The girls who groan at the task of
washing dishes should take heart from
an assertion by a bright New Zealand
woman. She saytf that the reason so
many girls go Int? the mills and stores
in preference to Jolng housework Is
that "more brains, are required in do
mestic work than behind a counter or
at a machine." An employer of wom
en stenographers yln New York City
says that the girls, who know how to
do housework well have made the best
business women.
Members of cooi-jsa Masses will re
member ' the--"practical - instruction
which .they' were jven in all sorts of
things which ther probably never
thought had any connection with cook
ing. In a cooking school examination
at Pittsburg last June, these questions
were some of those; asked:
"Why does a fire smoke, and what
can be done to prevent it?" "Why
do fried articles soak grease?" "Name
one good cut of beef for soup, one for
boiling, one for roasting." "In what
order should dishes be washed?"
You can-readily see that knowledge
of these points would make a great
difference in household affairs and
flien, knowing this,, how can any one
sny that more lira! as are required to
wind silk on a factory bobbin or sell
goods behind a counter than to apply
the knowledge suggested by these ques
tlons? Minneapolis Journal.
A Fony F.xpres.
The pony express of Manayunk, Pa.,
has become famous. Joseph H. Maurer,
a hardware dealer .if Manayunk, has
seven children, and bis oldest boy, a lad
of 10, is the boss procier of the pony ex
press, in whose conduct, however, all
the , brothers and sisters have some
greater or smaller shrj-e.
The pony, a bay, Is both fleet and
sturdy. Though not much larger than
a mastiff, its capacity for going fast is
only second in marvciousness to its ca
pacity for going far The wagon the
pony draws is the ordinary light hard
ware delivery wagoii in miniature. It
is about four feet in height, and its
bodv is about six f p:t lone and four
f eer wide ""' tr-rs. -pifiSttf Veil,- sad the
paint shines with washing always. The
harness, too, has a splendid luster,
while in the smooth coat of the pony
you may almost see your face. All this
is the good work of the 10-year-old
driver, who is also stableman and
groom. -
Some of Mr. Maurer's deliveries have
to be made at great distances from the
shop. That is nothing. With two or
three of his brothers and sisters as com
panions and helpers, the boss of 10
years will drive to Bala, to Overbrook,
to Wissahickon, to the Falls of Schuyl
kill, to Germantown, and even to Fort
Washington, which last is a good fif
teen miles away.
What a Difference It Makes.
pasuaid si eq uaqAi saints
q;iAi peqjueaii eosj s.iuuqof Sj Sqi
This in Johnny's face wrinkled with
frowns' when, he Is angry and-. In
dianapolis Xews.
Early Use of Skates.
To "necessity's sharp pinch," not a
desire for amusement, we owe the in
vention of skates and their early use.
Holland is conceded to be the home and
birthplace of skating, and it was un
doubtedly first practiced there, and in
the far North. In a country of lakes
and canals the necessity of walking
and running on the ice must have been
felt from the earliest days, and, indeed,
they show in Holland bone skates that
were found in one of the mounds on
which a Friesland village was built.
. The skates were fastened to the feet
by straps passed through holes made In
the bones. A Danish historian men
tions the sport in 1134. The bone skates
were also the kind first used in En
gland. Fitzstephen, in his account of
the amusements of the young people on
the ice in London, during the latter
part of the twelfth century, notes that
it was usual for them to fasten the leg
bones of animals under the soles of
their feet, by tying them around their
ankles and then taking a pole, shod
with iron. Into their hands, they pushed
themselves forward by striking against
the ice, and moved with great rapidity.
New York Post.
A Girl's Composition. "
A 6-year-old schoolgirl submitted the
following composition on "People":
"People are composed of girls and
boys, also men and women. Boys are
no good till they grow up and get mar
ried. Men who don't get married are
no good, either. Girls are young women
who will be ladies when they graduate.
Woman was made after man, and my
Uncle Bob says she has been after him
ever since. The Lord looked disap
pointed after he had made Adam, and
he said to himself: 'If at first you don't
succeed, try, try again.' So he tried
again and made Eve; then be was satis-
fled. Boys are an awful bother; they
want everything they see except soap.
If I had my way, half the boys In the
world would be girls and the other half
dolls. My ma Is a woman and my pa
is a man. A woman is a grown-up girl
with children. My pa is such a nice
man that I guess he must have been a
girl when he was a little boy. That's
all I know about people at the present
writing." . .
What Imagination Is.
Teacher rto luvenile class) Can nnv
of you tell me what Imagination is?
small Willie Yes'm; I can.
Teacher Very well, Willie. What is
it?
Small Willie It's what makes von
think a bee's stinger Is seven feet long.
The Boy Was Unessinsr.
'A woman glories In her hair," said
the Sunday school teacher, quoting the
biblical statement. "Now, who can tell
me what a man glories in?"
"In his baldheadedness," replied a
small urchin at the foot of the glass.
Comnliment for Mamma.
'Mamma," said little Tommy, "please
get down on your hands and knees."
'What for, dear?" she asked.
' 'Cause," he replied, "I want to draw
an elephant and I've got to have a
model."
Admission Not Free.
Little Margie Does a body have to
pay to get into heaven?
Little Johnny Yes; you have to be
good.
MODERNIZING OF FLORENCE.
Artistic and Historic Objections to
Sanitary Improvements.
Florence, usually the sleepiest, hot
test and most indifferent town in Italy
in the summer, is now actually excited.
When I arrived here to-day I found
there was only one word to be heard
in the cafes, "improvements," uttered
in such different toues of voice that my
curiosity was aroused, and, despite the
heat, I investigated, with the follow
ing results:
It seems that the Interest shown by
the public all over the peninsula and
even abroad in the question of the "im
provement" of Florence, so as to recon
cile artistic and historic associations
with the demands of modern require
ments, has induced the Academy of
Arts to invite a gathering for the pre
sentation of different projects with this
object in view. Certain citizens are
well pleased; certain others cannot con
tain their disdain." "Florence will be
improved off the face of the earth!"
they exclaim, and certainly the prob
lem is not an easy one: As it is only
the most bigoted antiquary who would
seriously maintain that the people
should be exposed to disease from want
of sanitary - precautions so that the
tourists may continue to look at houses
which Dante and Michael Angelo may
have touched, or which even Giotto
passed, the project of inducing artists,
archaeologists and those who really
love the past, to express an opinion on
what may be done in the city where
the rigid beauty of medieval art and
the splendor of the renaissance reveal
themselves in so marvelous a connec
tion is a very happy Idea. Whether the
city authorities will see their way to
accept such suggestions is far from cer
tain, but from what I saw I should
say public opinion is sufficiently arous
ed to make Itself clearly heard and that
it will be on the side of the preserva
tion, not the destruction of historic
buildings.
Let me add my own mundane note,
says the writer in the Pall Mall Ga
zette. The Florentine shopman is in
telligent and quite understands that
without his "old stones" the visitors
would cease and he would make an in
timate acquaintance with poverty. He,
at least, may be trusted to keep an eye
on any "improvements."
English as It Is Spelled.
He walked up to the hotel register,
signed his name witn a flourish, "E. K.
Phtholognyrrh."
"Look here. Turner," exclaimed the
clerk, who knew him well, "are they
hunting for you or what? Where do
you get that outlandish name?"
"Get back, my boy, get back! You're
slow," replied Turner, airily, as he lit
a cigar. "That's my same old name
written in plain English and pronounc
ed as usual. Just 'Turner.' Look at It.
Of course I do It just to get them all
guessing. They wonder what nation I
am from; what my name Is. I can
now hear people talk about me all
around. It is, as I said before, English
spelling. 'Phth,' there Is the sound of
't' In 'phthisis'; 'olo,' there is the 'ur' in
'Colonel'; 'gh,' there Is the 'n' in 'gnat';
'yrrh,' Is the sound of 'er' in 'myrrh.'
Now if that does not spell 'Turner'
what does It spell?" .
The Dentist's Revenge.
A dentist recently turned the tables
neatly on a nimble-footed thief who
had robbed the dentist's wife of her
purse in the street. The husband re
marked at the time that he should
know the rascal again, and when a few
days afterward the thief called to have
some teeth attended to the dentist
was ready for him. Telling his visitor
that It would be necessary to take a
cast of his mouth, the dentist resorted
to the now obsolete method of a plas
ter impression, and having allowed, it
to remain in long enough to set bard,
calmly ordered his patient to follow
him to a lawyer's office with the view
of signing a confession and making
restitution. The terrified thief had perr
force to comply, after which the dent-'
1st, with the aid of a hammer and cold
chisel, delivered him from his awkward
predicament The Paris Temps.
Building a Cement Floor.
A cement floor is quite expensive, but
If properly made will last for many
years. By using a cheaper grade of ce
ment than the Portland for the foun
dation, the expense of the floor will be
much reduced. To make the filling,
take one part of cement, three parts of
clean, sharp sand, and five parts of
broken stone. Mix the sand and ce
ment while dry, and mix thoroughly;
then add sufficient water to make a
paste. ' Work the mixture with a hoe
until the sand particles are covered
with the cement Spread this mixture
on a board plptform, then spread the
broken stones over It and mix all un
til the stones are completely covered
with a coating of the cement. The sur
face on which the cement is to be
placed should be graded with a slight
slope toward the gutter, as shown in
the illustration, the plan calling for an
arrangement where the cows stand rear
to rear, the gutter being In the middle.
When the surface Is properly graded,
spread the mixture over It to the
CEMENT FLOOR.
depth of at least four Inches, and com
pact it thoroughly. This filling should
be left until partially dried before the
top coat is given. The time for drying
will depend somewhat on the weather.
For the second coat, only the best grade
of cement should be usqd, mixing one
part of It dry with three parts of good
sand, adding water untii'a st'iif mortar
is obtained. This mixture should then
be spread over the foundation mixture,
and should be about an inch thick. The
gutter should be cemented also, and be
made with the slightly rounding center.
The gutter should slope gradually to
one end of the stable, where a vat
should be placed to hold the liquid.
Indianapolis News.
Silos and Ensilage.
An exchange says that twenty yeara
ago there were not twenty-five silos in
America, and now there are at least a
half-million. We will not vouch for the
accuracy of their figures, but know that
they increase rapidly each year. To use
an old phrase, they seem to fill a long-
felt want." We are proud to think that
we wrote in their favor more than
twenty years ago, when many other
agricultural writers were either con
demning the idea, or had nothing to say
about them. The ideas in regard to the
variety of corn to raise and mode of
growing have changed much in that
time, and while then the larger varie
ties of Western corn were grown and
sown thickly to get as large a crop as
possible to the acre, with stalks twelve
to fifteen feet high, now the majority
seem to favor the smaller varieties of
field corn, like Longfellow or Compton,
and planting at distances that will tend
to a good growth of ears, which are al
lowed to become nearly matured, if not
quite glazed over before they are cut.
Some even let it become glazed, and
then wet it as put into the silo, and
claim to have good ensilage. American
Cultivator.
' Felf- Feeder for Cattle.
The Iowa Homestead publishes an
illustration of a self-feeder for cattle
which a correspondent of that journal
built. Above the triangular hopper is
a floor with traps in It running the en
tire length of the building, and the
hopper can be replenished from time
i to. time, as occasion requires. Feed
' can be stored here for bad weather. A
door, shown In the illustration, is
where the self-feeder Is replenished
from the wagon when the weather Is
fine.
Fast Walking: Horses. -
Horse breeders and trainers almost
entirely overlook or neglect one of the
most valuable features in a horse, and
that is fast walking in draft and road
horses. Writes a correspondent in Prac
tical Farmer. This seems .never to be
;bred for, and as to training for It, I,
for one, have never seen It done but
once. If the breeder will select a fast
walking mare and stallion, the colt will
most likely be a fast walker, but no
attention Is now paid to this point
A SELF-FEEDER FOB CATTLE.
Other things being equal. If a team will
walk 50 per cent faster than another
it will be worth 50 per cent more. Ones
let the public become Interested In fast
walkers and the breeding of farm and
draft horses would be conducted with
that end in view, to the great benefit
of all concerned In such stock.
Sheltering Tools.
The farmer cannot afford tn hnva.
good tools and machinery on his farm.
umess ne can afford to have buildings
to protect them from the wenthpr. nnrl
he cannot spend an hour or a day more
prouiaoiy xnan in cleaning them up,
overhauling them and making repairs
on them before they are likely to be
waniea again. The plows, harrows and
more expensive machinery left ont of
doors this winter will deteriorate In
value more than one-fifth. The loss
would more than nav the Intermit nn
the cost of a good building to shelter
mem in, ana in many cases exceed the
taxes on the farm. If thev were not
properly cared for when last used, take
one or tnese nne days and gather them
up, clean them, oil all the Iron xvnrlr
and paint all the wood work. Never
mina getting a painter to do the Job.
Buy a can of ready mixed nalnt and n
cheap brush. Use any color that you
iiKe, Dut use it freely, not as an orna
ment, but as a preservative of the wood
as the oil is of the iron. We heard of
two farmers who owned a harrow In
partnership, and thought It should be
painted, but could not agree on the
color. Finally they compromised, and
one painted his half black, while the
other used yellow ochre. We never
learned which half wore out first
While overhauling, see that all bolts
and nuts are In place and broken parts
mended. Masachusetts Ploughman.
Comfort for the Hot.
The comfort of any living thing
means a.great deal, and if a hog Is not
comfortable, he will not do his best
The real object In keeping hogs is to
make a profit out of them, and the hog
that will respond the best to good care
and a variety of feed Is the best bog
to have, says the New York Farm"
There is no profit in keeDlne hoes
see how much cold and heat thej
stand, or lo seaJbtrs-'vag tfaev Jti-n
shut up in a small yard, fed on-, dry
corn and filthy water. You can'rstarve
a hog into dollars. The nearer we can
come to supplying all the needs of our
hogs, the more pay we will get for our
labor. There cannot be a set of Iron
rules laid down, governing the feed and
care of a herd of hogs. We must use
our thinking apparatus and keep the
hogs comfortable. A good breeder was
asked, "How do you mix your swill?"
He replied, "I mix It with brains." '
We can't make a success unless we
give our business our best thought
We must study the hog, his wants, and
keep him so his coat is sleek, with a
nicely tipped ear and two curls In his
tail, contented, happy and comforta
ble. .
Honey in the Cellar.
The average cellar In most places la
about the worst place that could be
chosen to keep honey, remarks an ex
change. For extracted honey choose a
dry place, for comb honey a place that
is dry and warm. A place that will not
keep salt dry will not do for honey. : It
absorbs moisture as does salt and will
become thinand In time may sour.
'. Comb honey in a damp place will at
tract moisture, and finally the cells will
become so full that the honey "will
ooze out through the cappings and
weep over the surface. Freezing will
crack the comb. A good place to keep
honey is In the warmest part of the
kitchen, perhaps on the upper shelf of
the cupboard.
Tying Up Kerry Bushes.
Where the snow is liable to drift and
bank up over raspberry canes, break
ing tbem down, it is a good plan' to
group them in bunches and tie the tops
of a dozen to twenty canes together
very much as a shock of corn fodder Is
tied, using a piece of wire. This keeps
them erect, and the weight of' the
snow will come on the whole bunch
rather than on each cane singly. They
usually break so low as to be useless.
To keep them from breaking is the
thing to do.
To Clean Milk Utensils.
Rinse first with cold water and then
wash thoroughly with hot water and
afterward Introduce live steam If pos
sible. If this Is not available, keep la
boiling water for eight or ten minutes.
Let them stand In the sun as much as
possible.
Agricultural Atoms.
Sourkrout by the ton Is a Pennsylva
nia industry.
Black rot has done great Injury hi
New York State cabbage fields.
Recent trials indicate that malted
barley is not an economical feed for
work horses.
An airtight silo, a mature crop and
careful packing are the essentials of
successful ensilage.
A deficient and Inferior wheat ha
vest In France Is the report, of the.
United States Consul at Rouen. '
Gather, pile and burn the old cucum-
ber, squash and melon vines and thus"
reduce the next crop of beetles. -'.'
Tobacco dust treatment kills root
aphis of trees. Uncover the roots as
far as they can be traced, cover wita
tobacco dust and replace the soil
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