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GAZETTE. CORVALLIS SEMI-WEEKLY. fith. ic.oMaMM. 1899. couvaixis, benton couyrr, obkgok, Tuesday, mapch as, 1902. voi.. n. o. 48. CHAPTER XIX. Of that night's fatal work the country aide remains in complete ignorance. Of Mr. Dysart's sudden death it hears the following morning with a feeling of strong curiosity, but with none of regret. The funeral that takes place on the third day is small, certainly, yet. considering all things the dead man's open hostility to his neighbors, and the dearth of hos pitality that characterized his sojourn among them larger than might bare been expected, and at all events select. Among others Lord Riversdale attended out of compiment, it was supposed, to Seaton, as he and the old man had never so much as seen each other's features. But it was found impossible to conceal the existence of Sedley from the two girls. Peyton bad undertaken to give them a rather careful account of what had happened; and in truth, when all was told, he was almost as much at sea about it as they were, as the stranger re mained a stranger to him. Sedley had determined to reveal the secret hold he had had on Mr. Pysart to Seaton, think ing the Utter would make good his fath er's promises. It Is in the old man's private den that he does this. Going up to the old-fashioned bureau he, by a subtle touch, un locks the secret spring. The door falls back, the hudden shelves and their contents He all unconcealed. Seizing upon a fast yellowing parchment, Sedley draws it out, and overcome by fatigue and excitement, drops upon his knees. Eagerly he opens and scans it, and then holds it out to Dysart. "nnmnnr thnt " svs he. in a high tone of triumph, "with the will of your grandfather, that left all to Gregory Dy sart, cutting out the elder son. Compare it, I say, and you will see that this was executed three years later than that oth erthat other which is now in force, and has been these twenty years." Mechanically Dysart takes it. No word Hianp him Kneeph. inrfppd. is imDOSsi- ble to him, so busy is his mind trying to take in all tne miserable aisnonor 01 me story that as yet has but the bald out lines laid before him. "Xn nun know nf it hut me." aava Sed ley, feverishly, yet with an undercurrent of delicious excitement in the recital. "But me an'. ; ii-iinch. What she made out of 1t 110 oueean tell, as the old chap's anna. hut- ti-ha'a fta knowing a file "in HIT opinion as you'd meet in a day's walk. You can see our two signatures. nn, can't you read 'em? We witnessed it. We alone knew, and he bought us over. Well, 'twas worth a quid or two; 'tis a 6ne old place." Dysart makes no answer. He has sup ported himself against a table near him, and is gazing blankly, hopelessly, through the window at the dull landscape outside. He sees nothing, heeds nothing, save the voice of the man who is speaking. "Tw rolnnv. mind vou. besides the fact of having to give up the money, and property, and all, so I knew I could turn on the screw as tight as I liked. But," he laughs, "you see, I counted without my host. I never dreamed the old man would show fight like that. He took it hardly, my return guess he believed me dead, and resented the breath in me and I shouldn't wonder if, after all these years, he had got to believe the place, money and everything, was legally his own " Still Dysart says nothing. He hat in deed withdrawn his dull eyes from the scene without, and is now staring with unseeing eyes at the parchment that tells him how the property was never his fath er's, but was left to his uncle, and how his father suppressed the will, and kept the property In spite of law and honor, and all things that go to give a sweet avor to man's life on earth. It had never been his father's, all this huge property. It never would be his. And If not, whose? .Vera's? He starts as if shot. "Is that all?" he asks. "Well, no. Not quite. Your face says very politely that you'd be glad ts see my back, but business first; pleasure after ward." He grins. "It Is as good for us to come to terms now as later." "Terms?" repeats Dysart, gazing at him darkly. "Ay, why not? D'ye think you'll get out of it scot free?" Dysart stares at him as if scarcely MAmnrfthendinr. "Want time to think it over like your respected parent?" with a sneer. "Not for me, my lad. Well settle now or nev er. You see you're in my power, and I'm not the one to "Sir, I am in no man's power," says Dysart. calmly. "I trust I never shall be. This will." striking it with his hand, throuirh which my uncle and his daugh ter have been beea fraudulently" he says the word with difficulty "kept ont of their property for so many years, shall be at once restored to Its proper owner." A yellow tint overspreads Sedley's face. As if entirely overcome, he sinks upon a chair. "You'll surrender? he says with a gasp. "And your father's memory ? How will you like to hear him branded as a' common swindler, whom deatn alone sav .1 from the law's criD?" twirt hlanches. Involuntarily he puts out his hand and seizes the chair next him and clings to it as It for support. so. no, that ne could not enaure. "I will give you 500 the day I see you on board a steamer sailing for Aus tralia," says Dysart with dry lips and a h.rt that oni dead within him. "I am now, comparatively speaking, a poor man," his words coming from him slowly, mechanically, in a dull, expressionless way. "1 can offer you no more." "Double it." says Sedley. "and I'll leave the country to-morrow." "I haven't it at this moment, but I dare say I shall be able to manage it," says Dysart, ia the same wornout. Indif ferent manner. "In the meantime, while 1 try to get It, I shall require of you that you stay within this house and hold - with no oue csts Gruacb." 'Wall T OTinoa I'll ohanw. it " aava Rtxl- ley after a long glance at ths young CHAPTER XX. With tha fatal will 'J araA In hilt hnnjl TtvBapt nrrviKX atraio-ht o til amall morninz room, where he knows ha will be sure to find Vera. Twilight is begin ning to fall, and already the swift herald of night is proclaiming the approach of his king. She starts slightly as he comes in. "I am sorrr to disturb von." sava Dy sart, with an effort at calmness, "bat it was so necessary that I should come, tnat " I am glad you have come. I, too, wfltt a nriniia to aa mil aava Vera, a touch of nervousness in her .tone. "I you must know it ia impossible. that we should stay here any longer. Our uncle, who was our guardian, is gone and" sue Has risen to Her reet ana is jooiung at him in sore distress "I have wanted to speak to you about it for a long time; I thought, perhaps, you wouia neip ns to find another home." He can aee that aliA AnfFoii tailKI in falrtlia tn throw herself npon his good nature, to openly demand his assistance. we must leave this, and at once," says she, stammering a little, and with a slight miserable break in her voice. "You will not have to look for another home," says he; "this ia your own house." "Oh, no!" drawing back with a haughty gesture; "I have told you it is impossi ble. I shall certainly not stay here." "As you will," quite aa haughtily. "It will be in your power for the future to re side exactly where you please, but if the fear of seeing me here is deciding you against this place, pray be satisfied on that point; I have no longer the smallest claim to consider myself master here." Warned by a change in hit manner, Vera looks at him. "Something has happened?" she saya, abruptly. "Yes; something I find it difficult to ex plain to you." Still he manages to tell her all and to show her her grandfather's will the will which his father had suppressed all these years. ."But this is horrible!" she says, faint ly, when he had anlshed. "I won't have it!" She throws out her hands aa though in renunciation. "Why should I deprive you of your home? Give me enough to live on elsewhere with Griselda, but " "You are quick to fall into error," says he, grimly. "I have begged you already to try to grasp the situation. It is I, it appears, I whs" he hesitates, and after finding it Impossible to speak of his father, goes on "wlio have deprived yon of your home. You must sea that. I beg," slowly, "that you will not permit yourself any further foolish discussion on this subject. He turns away abruptly. There is aoma.t-'hvn' an aoHtflrv. su utterlv alon in his whole air, that without giving her self time for tnougnt sua springs to ner feet and calls to him. Where are vou coins'? To alt alone? 'Px tiiwul nva.1 all thia Oh An ttnt Why," going swiftly to him and standing before him with downcast lips and trem bling fingers and quickened breath, "why not stay here with me for a little while and let us discuss all thia together and try to sea a way out 01 itr "f wav la nlain h-fore Tn. - it wiiti no discussion," says Dysart, resolutely. rerusing 10 iook at ner. "You mean," tremulously, "that you will not stav?" One white hand hanrlna- at her side closet upon a fold of her soft black gown and crushes it convulsively. "I mean," in an uncompromising tone, "that I fully understand yof.r mistaken kindness the sacrifice of your inclina tions you would make and decline to profit by it." "You are disingenuous. What you really mean is," in a low tone, "that yon will not forgive." 'There is nothing to forgive, aave my presumption." He opens the door deliberately and aIaom it m-lth a firTn lliml hhlnj him Vera, left standing thns cavalierly in the middle 01 tne room, wita tne znowieage full upon her that she hat keen alighted, spurned, her kind intentions ruthlessly flung back upon her, lets the quick, pas sionate blood rise upward, until It dyes cheek and brow. She presses her hand upon her throbbing heart, and then all at once it comes to her that the la no long er poor, forlorn, but rich, one of the rich est commoners In England. And with this comes, too, a sense of deeper deso lation than she has as yet known. Drop ping into a cnair, sne covers ner iace with her hands and criai at if her heart is broken. day, when the sound of carriage wneeis , on tha gravel outside the window, the echo of a resounding knock, staxtla her out of her contemplated repose. . And now there is a little Quick rash through the hall, a springing staircase, the rustle of sUken the ante-room beyond, a voice that makes Vera start eagerly to her feet. ently Mrs. Peyton, looking supremely happy, and, therefore, charming; flings herself into her sister's anna. "Oh, I am too glad to be surprised, says Vera, fondly. '.. "You're an improvident person. isayn Mrs. Peyton, beaming on r from out the masses of furs that clothe her dainty form. "Grace telegraphed for us, to Help her with a dinner party that U to come off to-night; so come we did. And, being so close to yon, I.teH I should aee jou "It's selfish. I know, but so glad to have you. Let me take off your fnra. What a delicious coat I You hadn t that when I was down with you, eh. . . Tam eave It to ".lJ " h. .ver. But I me. nn . , A tK. aJomentS to taut ditch 1. . T v: t ia ahont Seaton I want IWUI Uiuj - ..11 "Seaton? To come ont audi a day as thia to talk of Seaton I But why? " h anmethina- very serious, aaya .r .v . n n jvhlnr nerCfntibly. Yfnu ivbui111. - mr t t httln iwrarding OS yon , 1- .-t M-imlnala. Poor, dear ana me - fellow, it must have been a blow to lose everything in one fell swoop. Ana yei what more could we have done than what j;.i j , t tw, half nf onr kingdom we uui u , . -trA him hut. as vou know, he TfV """I - 1 J ml" WOU1U UW5 v. . "I know all that. We have discussed it a thousand times. urn.. ... I. Qtvn la ImtIiK El2 tld xue law , nii. forever, and he has a desire, a longing he cannot subdue, and, I'm sure, a most natural one, to aee his old home before he goes." "Well," in exactly the same tone, with a little mockery thrown in, "thafa the whole of it. He wants to get a last look at the old place before leaving It for- - A W. that la how he puts it. Can he come? that is the question. I really think it would be only accent 11 -. .r. tn ilmn dim 1 line and ask him. It would be the most graceful thing, at alt aia-onta." An hour later Griselda drives back to th. ITrl.ni wifdi the coveted note rrom Vera to Seaton in her hand. (To be continued.) SEKS aaar ' .BU'WA Fa rre:rKfi BREAD I.80O YEARS OLD. CHAPTER XXI. Three months have come and gons. Great changes have these three months brought. They have unhoused Seaton Dysart and gives his inheritance into the hands, the most unwilling hands, of his cousin. Hands too small to wield so large a scepter. But Mr. Peyton haa nobly come to her rescue. It is to him that most of the Innovations owe their birth. The hand some landau, the pony trap, the single brougham, all have been bought by him. He has perfectly reveled in the choosing of them, and has perforce dragged the re luctant Vera up ana aown to town, aia- ed manfully by lirtseiaa, now nis wire, who has also been reveling, to view the several carriages, and give her verdict thereon. To-day is rich in storm and rain. The heavens seem to have opened. Down from their watery home come the heavy drops, deluging the gaunt sfirubberies, and beating into the aodden earth such presumptuous anemones and daffodils as have dared to show their faces. Vera has just ensconced herself cosily Before the leaping fire,, book in hand, having resigned all hope of teeing visitors to- Loaves that Were Betas Baked When Pompeii was leetrojea. Sufferers from indigestion are ad vised to eat stale bread; the staler the better, thev ore told. There Is in the museum at Naples some bread which oneht to be stale enough for anyDody. It was baked one day in August, 79 A. D., In one of the curious ovens still to he seen at PomDeil. More than eighteen centuries, there fore, have elapsed since 4t was drawn "all hot" and Indigestible from the oven. So it may claim to be the old est bread in the world. You may see it In a glass case on the upper floor of the museum. There are several loaves of it, one still bearing the impress of fhe baker's name. In shape and size they resemble the small cottage loaves of England, but nt in axraearance. for they are as black as charcoal, which, in fact, they closely resemble. This was not their nrierinai color, but thev have become carbonized, and if eaten would proba bly remind one 01 cnarcoat oiscuits. m new they may have weighed about a couple of pounds each, and were most likely raised with leaven, aa is most of the bread in oriental mvnntrlis at the Dresent time. The popular idea that Pompeii was deatroved bv lava ia a fallacious one. If a lava stream had descended upon the city the bread and everything else in the nl&ce would have been utterly destroyed. Pompeii was reaHy buried under ashes and fine cinders, called by the Italians laDilll. On that dreadful day In August, when the great erup tion of Vesuvius took place, snowers af fine ashes fell first upon the doomed city, tbea showers of lapllll, then more ahes and more lapilli, until Pompeii was covered over to a depth in places nf fifteen and even twenty feet. othAP comestibles besides the' bread were preserved, and may now be seen in the same room In the museum. There are various kinds of grain, fruit, vege tables and even pieces of meat.. Most interesting is a dish of walnuts, some cracked ready for eating, others whole. Though carbonized, like all the ether eatables, they have preserved their characteristic wrinkles aad lines. There are figs, too, and pears, the former rather shriveled, as one would expect after all these years, the latter certainly no longer "Juicy." But per- haDS the most interesting relic in the la a honevcomb. every cell of which can be distinctly made out It is so well preserved that It Is hard to realise that the comb Is no longer wax, nor the honey, honey. A niece of the comb seems to have been cut out, and one can imagine Am vouncr Pomoeiian having helped himself to It and sitting down to eat it, when he had to Jump up and fly for his life. One cannot help wondering what became of the piece whether the young fellow took it with him and ate it as he ran. or wnetner ne lert it on hia niate. intending to return for it when the eruption was over. When the Can Pitted. rtnVa. ionic Ml no from .the bone he was mawine and glared at his little miatmu and her visitor. His bushy, busby tall did not even hint a wagging. there was a fierce ugut m nis eyes, ana a low growl rumbled- down in his throat. v Buth caught Marian by the arm. jon, let's run!" she cried.) "He's going to bite us." ' ? ;; " "No, he won't If you don't touch his bone." Marian felt ashamed or ner dog, and vainly tried o think of some excuse for hi." conduct "I don't know what makes him act yo," she said, as the two walked on. "Is he always as cross as he has been since I came," asked Euth. "He didn't use to to," returned Ma rian, sorrowfully. -"But now he's get ting crosser and crosser all the time." They had reached te front porch by this time, and behind the woodbine stood Marian's brother PauL His face was red with anger, 4b& his fists were clinched. "I'm goingfBtraight to mam ma, missr he exclaimed, as he saw Marian. "We'll see if she lets you talk that way!" ;-) ;VV "What wavl" asked Marian In aston ishment; and Buth thought of her own brother and felt very glad he was not as ill-tempered and unreasonable as Tnnl. Paul naid no attention to his sister's question. butJe went into the hnnsp. slammine the door very nara a few moments later mamma s sweet voice called, "Marian dear, I want to see vou Marian obeved aulckly. Mamma was waiting for her in the sewing-room, and her face looked puzzled and sad. Paul sat bv the window, and it was plain he had been crvlnsr.- Marian looked looked from one to another in aston Ishment. 'How is this my daughter?" mamma benan. "Paul tells me he heard you savins? to Ruth that he is growing crosser and crosser aH thetlme. Marian stared, then broke into a hearty laugh. -'Wtyw " mamma, we weren't talking abou: hlm at all. Duke growled at us, and Buth asked me if he fllwnvs acted so crosi'i and then I said he is getting crossT d crosser all the time." - i -V: . . 'Oh!" said mammaTand then she, too, laughed. "Bun back to your play, dear," she said, cheerily. "It was only a mistake, it seems. Whan Marian had left the room. mamma looked over at Paul. His cheeks were redder than before, but now it was shame that colored them instead of anger. "I Just heard them talking about being cross, and L, s posed tnat monnt me." he exolained. It was a rather queer mistake, wasn't it?" mamma asked. And Paul made on answer. If your father had overheard that Hon." mamma continued, af- wairinsr a moment for Paul to speak, 'would he have thought tne giris were talking about him?" 'Of course not," said Paul, indignant Rut whv not?" persisted mamma Because he isn't ever cross, and they couldn't have meant him." Paul spoke earnestly, though he could not help smiling as he met his mother's mean Intr look. ' Exactly, said mamma, nodding ner honri: "And It was easy for you to make the blunder, because you have been cross and ill-natured tnrougn ai mnof ail of Ruth's visit. The cap fitted you, and you put it on without waiting to see whether it was meant ror you n, not 1 ueasy cuuatieuura, iuv uoy, make people very sensitive about what they happen to overnear. "A hov who tries his Dest to do ngnt, doesn't need to worry over what people say about him. And tnat sort or Doy will not be likely to uiiiik. mat au tue mnipxannt things he overhears are " maant for lllm. Panl went back to his play a wiser hoTr and let us hope a better one. He had made up his mind that when the flttl himself and ill-natured Duke, it was time for a cnange. ice rresoy- terian. Kent sinrine this sons' (And I heard every word): , "Oh, sweet are the berries, - . -The red and the white, -. And sweet are the crumbs v That you gave me last night) And sweet to the squirrels Are nuts in the wood! .But there's nothing so sweet As a child that is good!" "Oh, Jam is much sweeter!" ; Said dear little Nell; -... "And there's treacle and honey. And Jelly as welL - " Here's a big piece of bread And some crumbs for your tea. Don't yon think these are sweetel , Than Maggie or me?" . But Bobia made answer As loud as he could, : There's nothing so sweet Aa a girl that is good." Illustrated Home Journal. Too Manx Thinss to Do. -"Vow dear ." said a mother to net small 4-year-old daughter, "you have chatted long enough. Hold your uwgue, olnsa Tfinr PVR and TO tO Sleep. "Why, mamma," queried the little miss, in surprise, "how can I do three things at once?" w.ninl to Seal Some. wmoa father was cleaning fish for Hlnner when the little fellow asked "Papa, have fish got any sense?" rr miinw thev have." was the reply "Well, please cut some out and let me see them," said Wiuie. taaaWaBaaak BaaaBaaaaBmBSBBPaBBaBar Wata" BnaaBBBBBBl 1- T.... Ontlcal Illusion. M. V ' a- - ThonccomnanvineflBures show a com plete little optical illusion. The top line of figure A seems longer than the top line of figure B, which seems longer than the top line of figure u, wmcn seems longer than the top line or ngure D. Yet the four top lines are all of the THST DECEIVE THE ETE. Made It Hersl. "Did you dream on Amy's wedding "Mm yes; I thought it was safer to put it under my pillow and dream on it than to eat tt and have the night mare." Philadelphia Bulletin. aamo inirth. The explanation lies in the varying slopes of the side lines. To show how mucn aepenas ou cue ,in( of viflw. look at this circle. Two of Its sections, top and bottom, appear a good deal lighter in tint tnat tne otn er two. They look, in fact, as if they were tinted gray and not black. - Yet hit thia rmsre a hair turn so as to get i th. horizontal "shading Into a vertical Warn Her at All. Visitor (teaslngly) When are you go ing to get married, Elsie? Tola! faced 5) Oh. don't trouble your self about it You'll not get an Invita tion. l" ITn.nnr.HatMl CeKfflOaTi T.mio Mabel had attended a church christening, and upon her return home her erandmother asked wnat tney am. iuv.hfnr much" renlled MabeL "ex cept wash a little kid's hair." LONG WATCH FOR A SON. Rev. William Miller's Door lft Ua locked for Twenty-e is; nt xears. The death of the Bev. William Miller, of Clifford, ends a long and fruitless watch for a runaway boy. wiina wiiiinm Miller, as he was irnAwn whs one of the best known n,nH, nrnchera in Northeastern Pennsylvania. He officiated at more weddings and funerals than any other clergyman in Susquehanna County. He was 81 years old when he died. He was strongly opposed to games of on irinris!. One dav twenty-eight years ago he discovered that his youngest son, John, had been playing croquet. Th father Mve the boy a severe scold ing and finally positively forbade him ever again to play croquet. John told a companion afterward that he would "show father a trick." That night, while the other members of the family were asleep, he ran away. The only things he took with him be sides his clothes were the pictures of his mother and sister removed from the parlor album. No trace of him could be found from the time he left the house, His par ents were firm In their belief that he would slip into the house some night as cautiously as he had slipped out. They accordingly always left the door unlocked for him at night. When a year had passed they were sure that he would return on the annlr versary of his disappearance; and when she retired that night his moth er left on the dining-room table those articles of food of which the boy had j been most fond. The custom was kept up on every anniversary of the day for five years. So certain were the parents that he would return when he had been gone five "years that they planned to have a party for him, to which they Invited the vountr people of the neighborhood. Then ten years was the time toward which ttiev looked forward, for they said "Johnny" will surely come home when he has been gone ten years. The fifteenth and twentieth anni versa Hps of the boy's disappearance were as anxiously awaited by the par ents. Three years ago tney counted much on the twenty-fifth year since their hnv ran awav. at which time they were esoeciallv 'sure that he would re turn; and the mother was ready to greet him with an abundance of the delicacies of which he once was fond. Since the night he disappeared not a thine had been heard from the missing aon. But never for on instant would the parents entertain the belief that he was dead. TJD to the hour or nis aeatn this week, William Miller expected his son's return. The aeed mother, now alone, . has again taken up the watch.' As for years past, in her sleepless nights, she listens for the opening of the door which for more than twenty-eight years has never been locked. . A Scarce Article. A. Parisian restaurant-keeper who had the honor of entertaining a Russian grand duke felt that the opportunity was one not to oe negiecteo. When the duke came to settle his bill he found a charge of twenty francs apiece, or nearly four dollars, for hot house peaches. "What!" exclaimed the astonished nobleman. "Are hothouse peaches so scarce, then, even in midwinter?" "No," replied the host, naively; "but grand dukes are." Gate for Pasture Fence. it la alwava desirable to have some sort of a gate In the pasture field fence, but it is not always easy to build one that Is at once stock-proof and easy to operate when necessary, ine arrange ment as shown In the iuustranon is a In reality a gate, but a passageway, so placed that the stock cannot get fh,nnr,h hn throno-h WtllCQ ft DeTgOU may readily pass. No explanation of the nl an In needed, for it is plainly shown by the illustration. - mis ience mav he arranged so as to provide a double gate by hinging the open poruon STOCK P BOO IT PASSAOEWAT. in the foreground so that when closed the post -will come In snugly against the fence post, and be held in piace Dy a wire loop dropped over both posts; then the gate in the background should also be olaced on hlnees, so that when closed It will lap over against the fence about two feet, and be held in place by a staple and hook. badly run down; here cowpeas, aowa late In May or early in June, would be more valuable to the soil than summer cultivation, for they would add much needed nitrogen to It and conserve the moisture in the soil quite as well as the summer cultivation. Then, ir the tops were cut in the fall, early, the stubble and roots turned under and the ground sown to a cover crop, the result would be seen the following season, it is true that it might be necessary to cut tne cowpeas green. In order to get in the cover crop early enough, but even then the arowth dorlne the hot weather will have done the soil an Immense amount - of good. Farmers at Collesre. A number of agricultural colleges re nort that manv of the students taking the short winter course are men who are operating farms, many of them men who own the farms they work. This indicates that farmers are begin nlng to realize that they must keep up with the modern methods. It is frank ly admitted that some of the more ad vanced methods in some lines cannot be adapted to all cases, but there Is not a farmer in the country but who would give considerable if be had some knowl edge of agricultural chemistry. Fur ther, it is hardly nrobable that any in telligent man could attend one of the colleges for this short course and not learn enough on general lines to pay him well for the expense. One of the best fruit growers in New York state. a man who has made a comfortable sum for his work during the last dozen years, is taking the short course at Cornell Collecre. He atrreed that he knew considerable about fruit growing, but said tnat he was not so strong on agricultural chemistry as he should be and wanted more knowledge in this di rection that he might know better now to use commercial fertilizers. He fig ured that he would be reimbursed for his expense id a single purchase of fer tilizer, for the knowledge trained would enable him to buy more Intelligently. niiA-nlna' Cowa and Calves. There has always been more or less argument over the question of dehorn ing, and while it may be admitted that the nrocesa is oainfuL and. in the case of an adult animal, causes a shock to the nervous system, it is not at ail iiae- lv that the vounsr calf suff era. more than momentary pain, and the process certainly does not injure tne animai in anv wav. The process, of preventing the growth of the horns on the young calf is to take the animai wnen 11 is three or -four weeks old. and after lo- eatin? the embryo horn with the finger-, rub the spot for a minute or two, or nntll tt eets auite red.' with- a buck or caustic potash, which may be bought at any drug store. The potash should be moistened slightly, but not enough so that it will run, for tt will taxe on the hair wherever it touches it Wrap the end held In the hand with a cloth, to prevent burning the hand. The work is quickly done, and if thoroughly done, the horns will not. grow., .it is frenerallv considered that the age named about a month Is nearer the right time than earlier, and the work should never be attempted wun poiasu after the calf Is six or eight weeks old or after the button has assumed much prominence. Two Farm Conveniences. f , . . "A handy way to carry swill is to take an old - walking cultivator; "take the beams off and fasten a couple of hooks :' on the tongue near -the rear end, and take a small barrel and" bore a couple -of holes in Its rim ' in which tdv book"' f on the hooks. Fas-'? swiix carrier, ten the barrel, and one can either push or pull to where it is wanted. , ' A. very handy fodder cutter and corn; , topper can be made by using a'lightv ; stout bench or cutting box. Take two old plow lays and have them sharp-. ened and made to act' oh the " same principle as a pair of shears. One can he fastened to the lever and one to the bench or box. The illustration shows only one plow lay, and It is possible to do fairly good work j with one lay. FODDEB CUTTER. NEW Pi.TJM. The royal crown of Persia, which dates back to remote ages, is in the by an uncut ruby the size of a hen's position, and you will find the gray turn 1 tr a I umc&. auu o Ths 1ovs f meeting pay the pangs ; of absence; else who could bear It. Bowe. The Sweetest Thins Beneath a small window ' A dear little bird Fishing for Pink: Pearls One of the most Important Industries of the Bahama Islands is the gather ing of pink pearls. It is the only place in the world where these pearls ave found. The pearls, when perfect, bring very high prices, it is said, rang ing from $50 to $5,000. t Nine times out. of a possible ten a womsi n'a indlznation will not bear close Inspection. A Promising Plnrn. Mnnv nlum erowers are disappointed that no varieties of hybrid plums are on the market this year tnat originated the grounds 01 Luther Burbank; of California, that prince of hy bridizers. There Is, however, a va riety that is ex tremely promis ing, a seedling as yet unnamed ' from Golden, one of the best of the hybrid plums. It Is said that Mr. Burbank Is experiment ing with crosses which will produce varieties suited for the far North. Two, at least, of the hybrids from this source, the Golden and the Wlckson, have proved valuable in any section where the plum can be grown success mi. oni if this list can be. extended. A Ul.J f plum growing will again become one of the profitable branches of fruit cul ture. - - -Artificial Ice. Few people who are not In the busi ness, and some who are, have but a faint idea of the great Increase in the manufacture and sale of artificial ice tn the decade from 1890 to 1900. The census bureau says that In 1890 there were 222 manufactories in the united Ktates. with a production valued at sj ann.983 on an invested capital of o ftifi 468. In 1900 there were too ice manufactories, producing $id,8d,DO worth with a capital of $38,159,324. But we think this does not reduce tne demand for the natural product of our waters as do the many cold-storage plants which do not use Ice, but cold air. We have not been able to find any statement of their number or increase. American Cultivator. Cow Peas for the Orchard. While the usual plan of Intelligent or chardists is the best under normal con ditionsthat of the shallow cultivation between the trees during the summer there are times and certain conditions where the cowpeas would be of the greatest value. Take,, for example, soil Winter Batter Making;. Cream for churning must at all time -ho front above the freezlnz point or there is dlfflcuity getting the butter. For .small churnlngs, where tne mus: is xept in pans, the method of a New York State prize butter maker is a good one to follow. Have a few extra pans nnd in enf-h nut a half Dint of boiling twater; then' strain the mliK Into this pah, and so on with the other pans. These pans of milk should have the cream removed In ten or twelve hours and when a churning Is ready set the quantity over a boiler of hot water and stir It occasionally. Keep It over the hot water until it tests 75 or 80 degrees by the thermometer. One of the other troubles In winter butter making comes from trying to churn the product of cows that are near calving, and this Is particularly hard to overcome, indeed, unless a decided change can be made In the feed given the animal it will be useless to expect anything but trouble In churning. An Increase In tbe bran nortinn of the ration and the addition of some green food will likely improve the consistency of the milk. Spreading Manure in Winter. The Agricultural Department reports that its experiments with fodder beets followed by wheat in plowing under manure as soon as spread, or spreading it over the surface of the ground and letting it lie two months during the winter, the former method proved a saver of plant food. We never doubted that It would be so on certain soils, and do not feel sure that it would prove so on alL But we think the lesser labor of drawing out In winter, and the gain hv ha vine so much work done before the spring planting begins, more than equals the loss wnere tne winter ma nure Is not washed away by spring thaws or rains. Sanitary Cow Stables. As soon as the stables are cleaned sprinkle a quart of dust behind each cow. then add the absorbent, and if the owner will prevent the wet places about the stable and attend to keeping the bedding dry there Is no reason why the stable should not be so sanitary that the finest and best milk In th world can be made in it, the best prod ucts secured and the stable smells and tastes wholly eliminated.