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.
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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.