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GAZE CORVA H SEMI-WEEKLY. SiS"i.t!,frJL'J2. Consolidated Feb., 1899. COEVAIiLIS, BENTOIf COUNTT, OEEGOIf, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER '2, 1902. VOL. III. !NO. 19. LLIS SJL - A 5IUUY IN BY A. CONAN DOYLE. CHAPTER V. Our Advertisement Brings a Visitor. Our morning's exertions had been too much for my weak health, and I was tired out in the afternoon. After Holmes' departure for the con cert, I lay down upon the sofa and en deavored to get a couple of hours' sleep. It was a useless attempt. My mind had been so much excited by all that had occurred and the strangest fancies and surmises crowd ed into it. Every time that I closed my eyes I saw before me the distorted, baboon like countenance of the murdered man. So sinister was the impression which that face produced upon me that I found it difficult to feel anything but gratitude for him who had removed its owner from the world. If ever human features bespoke vice of the most malignant type they were certainly those of Enoch J. Drebber, of Cleveland. Still. I recognized that Justice .must be done, and that the depravity of the victim was no condonement in the eyes of the law. The more I thought of it the more extraordinary did my companion's hy pothesis, that the man had been poi soned, appear. I remembered how he had sniffed his lips and had no doubt that he had de tected something which had given rise to the Idea. Then, again, If not poison, what had caused the man's death, since there was neither wound nor marks of strangulation? But. on the other hand, whose blood was that which lay so thickly upon the floor? There were no signs of a strug gle, nor had the victim any weapon with which he might have wounded an antagonist. As long as all these questions were unsolved I felt that sleen would be no easy .matter, either for Holmes or my self. His quiet, self-confident manner con vinced me that he had already formed a theory which explained all the facts, though what it was I could not for an Instant conjecture. He was very late in returning so late that I knew that, the concert could not have detained him all the time. Idnner was on the table before he ap peared. "It was magnificent," he said, as he took his seat. "Do you remember what Darwin says about music? He claims that the power of producing and appre ciating it existed among the human race long before the power of speech was arrived at. Perhans that is why we are so subtly influenced by It. There are vague memories in our souls of those misty centuries when the world was in its childhood." "That's rather a broad idea," I re marked. "One's ideas must be as braod as Nature if they are to interpret Nature," ho answered. "What's the matter? You're not looking quite yourself. This Brixton road affair has upset you." "To tell the truth, it has." I said. "I ought to be more case-hardened after my Afghan experiences. I saw my own comrades hacked to pieces at Maiwand without losing my nerve." "I can understand. There Is a mys tery about this which stimulates the imagination; where there is no imagi nation there is no horror. Have you seen the evening paper?" "No." "It gives a fairly good account of the affair. It does not mention the fact that when the man was raised up a woman's wedding ring fell upon the floor. It is just as well it does not." "Why?" "Look at this advertisement." he answered. "I had one sent to every paper this morning immediately after the affair." He threw the paper across to me, and I glanced at the place indicated. It was the first advertisement in the "Found" column. "In Brixton road." it ran, "a plain gold wedding ring, found in the road way between the White Hart Tavern and Holland Grove. Apply Dr. Wat son, 221B Baker street, between 8 and 9 this evening." "Excuse my using your name." he said. "If I used my own some of these dunderheads would recognize it, and want to meddle In the affair." "That is all right," I answered. "But supposing any one applies, I have no ring." "Oh, yes, you have." said he. hand ing .me one. "This will do very well. It is almost a fac-simile." t "And who do you expect will answer this advertisement?" "Why. the man in the brown coat our florid friend with the squaTe toes. If he does not come himself he will send an accomplice." "Would he not consider it as too dangerous?" "Not at all. If my view of the case Is correct, and I have every reason to believe that it is. this man would rath er risk anything than lose the ring. According to my notion he dropped it while stooping over Drebber's body, and did not miss it at the time. After leaving the house he discovered his loss and hurried back, but found the police already in possession, owing to his own folly in leaving the candle burning. He had to pretend to b? drunk in order to allay the suspicions which might have been aroused by his appearance at the gate. Now put your self in that man's place. On thinking the matter over, it must have occurred to him that it was possible that he had lost the ring in the road after leaving the house. What would be do then? He would eagerly look out for the evening papers, in the hope of see ing it among the articles found. His ove. of course, would light upon this. He would be overjoyed. Why should he tear a trap? There would be no reason, In his eyes, why the finding of the ring should be connected with the murder. He would, come. He will come. You shall see him within an our." "And then?" I asked. -Ch. you can leave me to deal with rfc MAnLtl. him then. Have you any arms?" "I have my old service revolver and a few cartridges." "You had better clean It and load it. He will be a desperate man, and though I shall take him unawares it is as well to be ready for anything." I went to my bedroom and followed his advice. When I returned with the pistol the table had been cleared, and Holmes was engaged in his favorite occupation of scraping upon his vio lin. "The plot thickens." he said, as I en tered. "I have just had an answer to my American telegram. My view of the case is the correct one." "And that is?" I asked, eagerly. "My fiddle would be the better for new strings," he remarked. "Put your pistol in your pocket. When the fel low comes, speak to him in an ordinary way. Leave the rest to me. Don't frighten him by looking at him too hard." "It is 8 o'clock now," I said, glancing at my watch. "Yes; he will probably be here in a fw minutes. Open the door slightly. That will do. Now put the key on the inside. Thank you! This is a queer old book I picked up at a stall yester day 'De Jure inter Gentes' pub lished In Latin at Leige in the Low lands in 1642. Charles' head was still firm on his shoulders when this little brown-backed volume was struck oft." "Who is the printer?" "Phillippe de Croy, whoever he may have been. On the fly-leaf, in very faded ink, is written 'Ex libris Guliol mi Whyte.". I wonder who William Whyte was? Some pragmatical sev enteenth century lawyer. I presume. His writing has a legal twist about it. Here comes our man. I think." As he spoke there was a sharp ring at the bell. Sherlock Holmes rose softly and moved his chair in the di rection of the door. We heard the servant pass along the hall, and the sharp click of the latch as she opened It. "Does Doctor Wason live here.?" asked a clear but rather harsh voice. We could not hear the servant's re rily, but the door closed, and some one besran to ascent the steps. The footfall was an uncertain and shuffling one. A look of surprise passed over the face of my companion as he listened to it. It came slowly along the passage, and there was a feeble tap at the door. "Come in!" I cried. At my summons, instead of the man of violence whom we expected, a very old and wrinkled woman hobbled into the apartment. She anpeared to be dazzled by the sudden blaze of light, and after" drop ping a courtesy, she stood blinking at us with her bleared eyes and fumbling in her pocket with nervous, shaky fin gers. I glalnced at mv comparison, and hs face had assumed such a disconsolate expression that it was all I could do to keep my countenance. The old crone drew out an evening paper, and pointed at our advertise ment. "It's this as has brought me. good gentlemen," she said, dropping another courtesy; "a gold wedding ring in the Brixton road. It belongs to my girl, Sally, as was married only this time twelvemonth, which her husband is steward aboard a Union boat, and what he'd say if he come 'ome and found her without her ring is more than I can think he being short enough at the best o" times, but more especially when he has the drink. If it pleases you, she went to the circus last night along with " "Is that her ring?" I asked. "The Lord be thanked!" cried the old woman. "Sally will be a glad woman this night. That's the ring." "And what may your address be?" I inquired, taking up a pencil. "13 Duncan street, Houndsditch. A weary way from here." "The Brixton road does not lie be tween any circus and Houndsditch," said Sherlock Holmes, sharply. The old woman faced around and looked keenly at him from her little red-rimmed eyes. "The gentleman asked me for my ad dress," she said. "Sally lives in lodg ings at 3 Mayfield place, Peckham." "And your name is " "My name is Sawyer hers is Den nis, which Tom Dennis married her and a smart, clean lad, too, as long as he's at sea, and no steward in the company more thought of; but when on shore, what with the women and what with liquor shops " "Here is your ring, Mrs. Sawyer," I Interrupted in obedience to a sign from my companion; "It clearly belongs to your daughter, and I am glad to be able to restore it to the rightful owner." With many mumbled blessings and protestations of gratitude, the old crone packed it away in her pocket, and shuffled off down the stairs. Sherlock Holmes sprang to his feet the moment she was gone and 'rushed into his room. He returned in a few seconds en veloped in an ulster and a cravat. "I'll follow her," he said, hurriedly; "she must be an accomplice, and will lead me to him. Wait up for .me." The hall door had hardly slammed behind our visitor before Holmes had descended the stair. Looking through the window, I could see her walking feebly along the other side, while her pursuer dogged her some little distance behind. "Either his whole theory is incor rect," I thought to myself, "or else he'will be led now to the heart of the mystery." There was no need for him to ask me to wait up for him, for I felt that sleep was impossible until I heard the result of his adventure. It was close upon nine when he set out. I had no idea how long he might be, but I sat stolidly puffing at my pipe and skipping over the pages of Henri Murger's "Vie de Boheme." Ten o'clock passed, and I heard the footsteps of the maids as they pat tered off to bed. Eleven and the more stately tread of the landlady passed my door, bound for the same destina tion. It- was close upon twelve before I heard the sharp sound of his latchkey. The instant he entered I saw by his face that he had not been successful Amusement and chagrin seemed to be struggling- for the mastery, until the former suddenly carried the day, and he burst into a hearty laugh. "I wouldn't have the Scotland Yard ers know it for the world," he cried, dropping into a chair. "I have chaffed them so much that they would never have let me hear the end of it. I can afford to laugh, because I know that I will be even with them in the long run." "What is It. then?" I asked. "Oh, I don't mind telling a story against myself. That creature had gone a little way when she began to limp and showed every sign of being footsore. Presently she came to a halt and hailed a four-wheeler which was passing. I managed to be so close to her as to hear the address, but I need not have been so anxious, for she sung it out loud enough to be heard at the other side of the street, 'Drive to 13 Duncan street, Houndsditch, she cried. This begins to look genuine. I thought, and having seen her safely Inside, I perched myself behind. That's an art which every detective should be an exDert at. Well, away we rattled, I and never drew rein until we reached the street in question. I hopped off before we came to the door, and strolled down the street in an easy, lounging way. I saw the cab pull up. The driver jumped down, and I saw him open the door and stand expect antly. Nothing came out, thoughl When I reached him he was groping about frantically in the empty cab, and piving vent to the finest assorted col lection of oaths that ever I listened to. There was no sign or trace of his pas senger, and I fear it will be some time before he pets his fare. On inquiring at No. 13. I found that the house be longed to a respectable paper hanger, named Keswick, and that no one of the name of either Sawyer or Dennis had ever been heard of there." "You don t mean to say," I cried, in amazement, "that that tottering, feeble old woman was able to get out of the cab while it was in motion, without t-lther you or the driver seeing her?" ' Old woman be d d!" saii Sher lock Holmes, sharply. "We were the old women to be so taken in. It must He saw that he was followed, no doubt, and used this means of giving me the slip. It shows that the man have been a young man, and an active one, too, besides being an incompara ble actor. The get-up was inimitable, we are after it not as lonely as I imagined he was. but has friends who are ready to risk something for him. ! Trir ilnitrtT vnn aria InrArintr rinno nri Take my advice and turn in." I was certainly feeling very weary, so I obeyed his injunction. . I left Holmes seated in front of the smoldering, fire, and long into the watches of the night I heard the low, melancholy wailings of his violin, and knew that he was still pondering over the strange problem which he had set himself to unravel. 1 (To be Continued.) OBEYED ORDERS AND WON Incident of the Civil War That Shows the Value of Unquestioning Discipline. Aa an illustration of the idea of obe dience and discipline inculcated in the West Point cadets, James Barnes tells a story full of significance, says the Chicago Chronicle. During the war in the eixties a young officer ence reported to a volunteer brigadier that he had or ders from division headquarters to take a battery that held the top of a sweep ing slope on the front of the Confeder ate line, the shells from which were playing havoc with the Union infantry that weie deploying through a wooded ravine. "What!"' exclaimed the volunteer brigadier, "are you going to try to take those guns with cavalry? Impossible! You can't do it." "Oh, yes, I can, sir," was the reply; "I've got the orders in my pocket." This West Pointer did not doubt in the least what he was going to do, nor his capcaity, and, strange to sav. he did it, for, advancing at a charge sud denly from the wood arcoss the open ground he took the battery in the flank before they could change effectually the position of the guns, and he brought them back with him. LAND OF MANY WONDERS Galapagos Islands Contain Seemingly No End of Minerals. Captain Richard Nye, who was one of those on the steamer W. S. Phelps, tells of many wonders of the Galapagos islands, which that vessel visited. In an interview at San Francisco he said: "The islands are as full of minerals as a shad is of bones. On Albemarle there is an extinct crater, mi!cd in di ameter, in which there is in sight 40, 000 tons of pure sulphur. The crater is about ten miles inland and a tramway will be necessary for transportation lo the coast, bnt this should be a small matter considering the possible profit. "One of the queer things in -Albemarle is that it is. overran with wild dogs.' The animals are a mongrel breed and were left on the island by whalers. The dogs have become wild and ex tremely vicious. They are wolflike in their habits and run in droves." Captain Nye also tells of a remarka ble lake on the island of Chatham at an elevation of 3,000 feet above the level of the 6ea. This lake, according to the captain, rises and falls with the tide, and no sounding line has ever reached its bottom. - Many relics of an ancient race were found. Conductor Scored. Conductor Let me see did I get your ticket? Smart Passenger Yes, sir; you took it up at Montiavoand punched on of it. f Conductor I beg your pardon, sir; but it isn't customary on local tictets to punch oat the passenger's destination. Summer Dollhouses. Summer days are ideal ones for doll houses. Set in a cool spot under the trees, on days too warm to admit of active play, they make, the happiest of all occupations for little girls. The Mothers' Journal tells how to make the priettiest kind of play-houses out of boxes. The boxes are' open in front, of course. Tall boxes have a shelf half way up, dividing them into first and second stories, and then there are partitions through, the center, making two rooms on each , floor. A stairway leads from the first floor to the second; the walls are papered, the floors stained, rugs laid, and shades and lace curtains placed at the win dows. The bedrooms have the neat est and whitest of beds, dressing ta bles, bureaus and washstands, with cretonne and muslin bureau scarfs, pin cushion and toilet articles all com plete. In the parlor are piano, center table, chairs and sofa and a complete set of cooking utensils hangs over the kitchen stove. There are pictures on all the walls. Such a dollhouse costs a good deal in time and labor, but little in money. A common goods box serves as the foundation, and a papa or big brother who is handy with tools can put in stairs, shelves and partitions without trouble,, and until she has started on it the mother or big' sister will not know how the fascination of copying a house, in minature grows on one. A doll's schoolhousej; with desks and blackboards, is among endless varia tions that can be planned. Countless original features-will suggest them selves to an original 'mind. Almost every piece of furniture to be found in a grown up house can be purchased in doll miniature for a few cents, and, now that so many big brothers do bench work and learn to operate cir cular saws in manual training classes, they can bepressedlntp the doll cabinet business. Another way to make small girls happy for the summer Is to let them set up housekeeping In a piano box, with furniture half .way between grown up belongings and doll things. There js an inexhaustible Interest to the juvenile mind; both masculine and feminine, but particularly the latter, in "playing house, and the Va'f iations'the children can introduce upon this theme are legion. Grown ups can even catch the fever when they are pure of heart and un conventional in mind; witness the long ings of Elizabeth to have a little cot tage out in the park,- just big enough for her and one of the babies to get into, 'where they might go and stay all night, and have the other two babies come and take tea with them. New York Tribune. Two Bright Children. The above is an excellent picture of little Etta Gooch, of Waynesburg, Ky. Though she is only 9 years old, she is, a capable telegraph operator. In less than six months she learned to send and receive messages, and 'she is now able to report trains 'and receive and ETTA GOOCH. HARRY BROOKS. write orders. This picture is from a photograph taken by her father. Harry Brooks Is the 14-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. J. C. Brooks, of near Hinton, Ky. He successfully passed the teachers' examination and made an excellent record, reaching a gen eral average of .75, which but for the age limit would entitle him to a sec ond-class county certificate. He is con sidered an extraordinarily bright boy. The Bight Kind of a Boy. The other morning we were in the midst of a three days' rain. The fire smoked, the dining room was chilly. and -when we assenfbled for breakfast, papa looked rather grim and mamma tired, for the baby had been restless all night. Polly was plainly Inclined to fretfulness and Bridget was undeni ably cross when Jack came In with the breakfast rolls from the baker's. He had taken off his rubber coat and boots in the entry and he came in rosy and smiling. "Here's the paper, father," he said. with such a cheerful tone that his fa ther's brtw relaxed and he said. "Ah, Jack, thank you," quite pleasantly. Ills mother looked up at him smil ing, and he just touched her cheek gently as he passed. "Top of the morning to you, Polly- wog," he said to his little sister, and delivered the rolls to Bridget with a "Here you are, Bridget. Aren't you sorry you didn't go yourself this beau tiful day? He gave the fire a poke and opened a damper. The smoke ceased and pres ently the coals began to glow and five minutes after Jack came In we gather ed around the table and were eating our oatmeal as cheerfully as possible. This seems very simple in telling and Jack never knew he had done anything at all; but he had, in fact, changed the whole moral atmosphere of the room and had started a gloomy day pleasant for five people. - : 'He is always so," said his mother. when I spoke to her about It afterward; "just so sunny and kind and ready all the time. I suppose there are more brilliant boys in the world than mine. but none with a kinder heart or sweet er temper, I am sure of that." Our Dumb Animals. - ' Mad Pies. Of all the enjoyment under the skies. There's nothing so jolly as making mud pies. Prepare a nice shingle, or short, narrow plank. Lay it carefully down on a bright, sunny J bank. Take the -freshest of earth and the clean est of sand, And mix them up thoroughly well with your hand. Add a cupful of water, then stir with a stick ., A little more water if it seems too thick.. Now take up a lump of this beautiful dough. About just enough for a mud pie, you know. . . Roll it softly around and give it a pat. Don't have it too humpy and yet not too flat. Lay it down on the board to bake in the sun Then make all the others just like this one. Then sprinkle white sand over each little cake, And leave them about fifteen minutes to bake. And when they are done, you'll certainly say: That's the most fun I've had for many a, day." Carolyn Wells. Floating Farms. The Russian Government is attempt ing to familiarize its peasants with the modern methods of agriculture and has imported for this purpose many Amer ican harvesters, reapers, mowers and cleaners. It also devised the novel scheme of the floating farm. These floating farms are prepared far up on the frozen river shores. They consist of barges hundreds of feet long covered deeply with earth and then laid out as model farms. When, the Ice breaks, the barges drift down to warm er climes and seed and grain grow as if on land. Houses for the professors of agri culture are built on the barge and also quarters for the crew of sailor-farmers. The great decks are laid out in speci men beds and in every available spot are working models of beehives. When the barge stops at a village the church bell is rung and the people led by the mayor visit the farm. Illustrat ed lectures are given, new plants and new methods of growing old plants are shown and often gifts of seed for ex perimental purposes are made. Baptism Didn't Take. "Were you ever baptized?" asked the Sunday school teacher of a little girl pupil. "Yes, ma'am," she replied, "two times." "How did that happen?" asked the teacher. " 'Cause It didn't take the first time," was the reply. The Retort Courteous, Bad Boy "Hey, dere. kid; don't yer wanterplay ball wid us?" Good Boy "No, thank you. My mamma said I must not play with bad boys." Bad Boy "Aw. come off de perch. Youse" can't make us any worse dan we is. See?" Not Complimentary to Grandma "Grandma," said little 5-year-old Tommy, with slate pencil in hand, "please get down on your hands and knees." "What for, dear?" asked the old lady. " 'Cause I want to draw a elephant," replied the youthful artist. What Elijah Did. "Well, boys," said the Sunday school teacher, addressing the juvenile class, "what can you tell me about Elijah?" "He was the feller what turned his horseless chariot into an airship," re plied the small boy at the foot. Expected, a Monte Crista. Senator Clark, of Montana, has been a distinct disappointment to society at the capitaL It was predicted when he was elected to the Senate that he would be a veritable Count of Monte Cristo; that Aladdin-like banquets would be given at his house, and he would play the role at balls where corner lots, steam yachts and automobiles would be given away as souvenirs. On the contrary, the "Fling of Butte" has lived the life of an anchoret since he took his seat in Congress. He accepts few in vitations and Invites few people to his house. Now and then hegives a dinner, but it is in no way remarkable or dis tinguished from other dinners. The viands, wine, service and cigars are good, but no better than what his poorer colleagues offer. There is a rumor, however, that all this is to be changed, and gossip has it that Senator Clark will buy. the whole square, one corner of which, the site where Castle Stewart formerly stood, he now owns. Upon this handsome property, it is said, Senator Clark will build a palace, which in appearance, size and splendor will excel the Leiter, Patterson and Wadsworth mansions, that stand near it. Decorators will come from Europe to adorn this house, the palaces and castles of the Old World will be ransacked to furnish it, and its walls will be hung with the master pieces of all ages. Once Installed in this splendid home. Senator Clark, it is an nounced, will do all and more than was expected of him in the beginning, and millions will be spent for the entertain ment and delectation of the fashion ables, in Vanity Fair. Washington Cor respondence New York Tribune. . Shade for Chicks. There are thousands of chicks hatch ed late in the season that need pro tection from the sun's rays to enable them to make a proper growth during the summer. The coop illustrated may be used, or any coop of a plan best suited to the ideas of the poultry rais er; any of them may be protected by an arrangement such as shown. What ever the form of the coop, the shed which is to furnish shade should be built on the "slant shown, so that any rain which falls on it may be shed. To make this roof, a frame should be SHADE FOB LATE CHICKS. built of light lumber and the corner stakes driven firmly into the ground. The top may be covered with light cornstalks, hay, straw or burlap; in fact, with almost anything that will not draw heat, and which will be fair ly weather-proof. Such an arrangement as shown will be of great benefit to the chicks, for it will give them' a cool and shady place after a run on the range. A number of these shades may be made at very small cost, so that there is no excuse for going without such a pro tection for thecoops. Care of Poultry House. Nine out of ten p6ultry houses re main uncleaned during the summer, except for the removal of the drop pings, if the houses are occupied. As a result the lice greatly increase in num ber, and are responsible for the slow growth made by many of the chickens during the summer. There is no reason why the houses should not be fumigated during the summer almost as regularly as during the winter, and the labor involved is really not so great An abundance of whitewash and some carbolic acid will usually do all necessary to rid the houses of lice, provided it is applied so that a-11 cracks and crevices are reach ed. Nest boxes should be removed and new ones substituted unless the old ones can be thoroughly cleansed. Roosts should come down so that the disenfectant may be placed In all the cracks; In short, the house should be thoroughly cleansed, and that several times during the summer. Rig for Corn Huskers. For the benefit of those who have corn to busk. I send a sketch of a plat form I made to husk fodder on. I find it very simple and convenient. away an old boot or shoe, all but the Take two 6-in. soje an(J toe for a runner. The good boards, c - c, 4 ft. j appearance of a lane or roadway long, for cleats. . suoui(j nat De spoiled by plow marks Space them so they it looks as if the farmer didn't care. will pass between j Epit0mist. the two center crosspieces under the wnsron box. Nail four boards 2 ! prefers cottonseed oil to lard for house ft! long on end of , bold use- we shall exPe('t to see what cleats, as shown in the cut. This makes the platform o n BIG FOB FODDER. which to lay fodder. Take a piece of nam woon. n. a in. wide ana J. a in wide and V, in. thick, long enough to reach from one crosspiece to the other, bolt this to v, om r tv-n. .ontor rvea. pieces of wagon box. This can be done hv tiik-fnB- the nuts of the braces on - WAGON PLATFORM FOB FODDEB. side of wagon box, as shown in the figure. Slide cleats under wagon box, as indicated in the illustration. A far mer having" this arrangement may husk corn all day with ease. Nelson Savage, in Farm and Home. Don't Sow Seed by Hand. The sowing of seed by hand Is not an economical method, as more seed is required than when a drill is used, and there is a larger return from the drill, owing to better covering of the seed and greater uniformity of depth. The drill has been improved to a high degree of efficiency, and some have fertilizer attachments. In all experi ments made to determine the compar ative value of the drill and hand seed ing a less quantity of seed, carefully drilled in, yielded more bushels per acre, in proportion to seed used, than seeding by band. Effect of the Oleo Bill. Some dairymen are inclined to be lieve that the passage of the oleo bill means a permanent heavy advance In the price of products, particularly but ter, and are banking the future of the dairy interests along these lines as be ing very promising. The best intent of the oleo bill is the suppression of ' fraud, and it is doubtful whether prices advance as much as some seem, to think. Yet a national law forcing bogus butter to sell for. just what it is must exert a salutary influence on the market for butter. Dairymen should keep up the high standard of the pure product and see that the oleo bill is strictly enforced. Farm and Home. Nitrogen for Sweet Corn. The New Jersey Experiment Station has been for three years testing diff erent forms and amounts of nitrogen bus fertilizer for sweet cowj. The first group of plants had either nitrate of soda 150 pounds per acre, sulphate of ammonia 120 pounds per acre, or dried blood two hundred pounds per acre. Each was,-calculated to furulsh the same amount of nitrogen. On a second group these amounts were multiplied by 1 2-3. and on a third group by 21,.. The three years test has shown an in crease of 23.3 to 40.2 per cent. The yield was largest where the most ni trogen was applied. The returns for sulphate of ammonia for three years was $12.G6. for dried blood. $9.95, and for nitrate of soda $9.G9 per acre, and as the average cost of fertilizer was $4 per acre, they think it pays to sup ply the nitrogen. On cabbages they found the best results from dried blood, about 270 pounds per acre, though 200 pounds of nitrate of sbda was nearly equal in results. The aver age increased value of the crops was over $50 per acre. They seemed to act about alike in hastening the earll ness of the crop. New England Home stead. Grain and Dairy Farming. An Important difference between dairy farming and grain farming is the amount of the farm that is sold with the product that is of the fertility of the farm. The man who sells a ton of wheat sells In it about $7 worth of fertilizing elements, and if he does not buy something to replace them his farm is so much poorer. The dairy man who sells a ton of butter has sold but fifty cents' worth of fertilizing ma terial, and if he is a good dairyman, he has probably added much more, than that, or twenty times that to the value of the farm in the bran, oil meal, cot ton seed or other food that he pur chased while feeding his cows for mak ing that ton of butter. It is in this way that the dairyman's farm Is con tinually growing more productive, and if he does not make much from his dairy, he should from the crops that he can grow on his much enriched soIL American Cultivator. A Plow Shoe. The good farmer does not throw the plow on its side and drag it from one field to another. He will make a wooden runner, as shown hi the cut. or he cuts PLOW SHOE. The Corn-Fed Hog. When the time conies that the cook ! is called the bacon nog, with two ' streaks of lean to one of fat, take the place and sell for as good a price in our markets as tne corn-rea animals. We ao not mean iuui iu win ue nec- essary to go back to the animals that weighed four hundred or five hundred Dounds when slaughtered, because feeders have learned that they can be fattened at 175 to 225 pounds, be well - - A 1 . . . 11. 1 1 . .- , , , ratteneQ, iuu, uut iub miu-uucKtii scant-hammed and peak-nosed tribe do not find favor among our marketmen, however well they may be liked by the aristocracy of England. American Cultivator. A Change Needed. Fowls will often do well on a small place for several years and then fall off and become unprofitable just as the owner thinks he has learned it all. The usual reason is either that the stock has become run out by too much con finement or that the fowls have used up some of the things about the place which they need. They have killed out the grass, used up all the sharp gravel or perhaps the soil has become infested with disease or the coops with lice. Remedy is to note conditions, supply what is needed and introduce fresh stock. Long Trip to Bny Stock. The Drover's Journal tells of a man who came from New Plymouth, New Zealand, to Syracuse N. Y., a distance of nine thousand miles, to purchase a herd of Holstein cattle. He bought eleven head, eight heifers and three bulls, which he will take home with him. This will be the second herd of Holsteins ever imported into New Zealand. Motor Plow. The Agricultural World, of London. England, says that Dr. Gatling. invent or of the Gatling gun. has invented a plow to be operated by a gasoline mo tor. He claims that it can be run at a cost of $2 .per day, so that it will do the work of thirty men and eighty horses. He proposes to, make It a feature of the St. Louis Exposition.