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CHAPTER XIV.
"I shall see Robin this morning!" was
the first thought of Rose, as she sprang
from her couch at dawn, and her heart
teat faster, and her cheeks flushed with
a deeper red, and her sweet hazel eyes
sparkled with happy excitement as she
sat before her mirror. The blue-eyed
Finette was in raptures.
Rose had hardly thought, during the
absence of Robin, that she could be so
deeply excited by the news of his antici
pated return; but she was too overjoyed
to remain quiet a single moment. At
breakfast, it was impossible for her to
eat; and the remarks everywhere made
concerning the sudden improvement in
her appearance, as well as on her sud
den and contradictory loss of appetite,
increased the tinge of crimson that al
ready glowed in her young cheeky
One thing detracted from her other
wise perfect happiness. Louis had ex
cused himself from appearing. She had
scarcely seen him the night before, after
leaving the library, and then he had been
unusually quiet, communing with him
self during the entire evening; and he
was absent this morning. She longed to
see him to hear him speak, that she
might know he was not offended with
her; for she remembered the interview
between them; and might not the abrupt
ness the violence, perhaps, of her man
ner, unconscious though it was, have
wounded him? Yes; despite the tender
ness of that silent parting. How her
pulse quickened at the remembrance of
' his embrace! She could but sigh.
"I wonder at what time I shall see
Robin?" soliloquized the young girl.
"Will monsieur le marquis call me into
the library, I wonder? Or will the meet
ing take place here, among all these peo
ple? Where is Robin?" was her next
restless inquiry an inquiry which she
had started a thousand times,' and as a
matter of course, in vain, since the pre
vious evening; "and where is it that mon
sieur le marquis has seen him so often of
late?"
Her queries were interrupted by observ
ing suddenly that the marquis was about
to leave the apartment.
"Ah, he has not said a word to me!"
meditated Rose. "He tantalizes me. Will
he not come back and speak only three
words? Will he not even look at me,
that I may understand that I may know
whether Robin .is coming soon?"
But he neither spoke, turned nor gave
her a single glance. Yet there was some
thing, despite his evident care, which be
trayed in his countenance the sympathy
he felt with Rose. He went out. The
Count de Clairville talked, aside, with his
wife. Helen Montauban, at a distant
window, sat calmly at her embroidery.
Lord Egerton" bent over her, and spoke,
from time to time, some words, which, if
their effect had been noted, might have
been seen, ever and anon, to be followed
by a deeper mantling of color in the fair
cheek of the lady, though she scarcely
seemed pleased, either. Anon the young
man toyed and trifled with the gorgeous
silks that lay in a tangled mass of rain
bow bloom in the tiny basket by Helen's
side; and then his glance rested on her
face with an expression difficult to be de
fined, though at times it was clearly one
of unhappiness and disappointment.
But Rose, albeit she glanced towards
the pair more than once, hardly took note
of these things. She could only think
of the marquis, of Robin, and of the an
ticipated meeting. She was restless un
easy. From one employment to another
she turned, without being able to settle
her attention undividedly upon any in
dividual thing. Suddenly mademoiselle
called, gently:
"Rose, come hither a moment!"
The young girl advanced towards the
window.
"You wish to speak with me, Helen ?"
she asked.
"I have been telling Lord Egerton of
some favorite books of his which are in
the library," returned Mademoiselle Mon
tauban, carelessly. "Will you have the
kindness, Rose, to help him find them?
He will tell you their titles."'
"Cruel Helen!" murmured Francis Eg
erton, reproachfully, as he glanced at her
iuiet face before turning away.
"Not so, my lord," she answered, in the
same tone, without lifting her eyes.
At that instant a domestic entered, and
coming directly to Rose, informed her
that monsieur le marquis desired to see
her immediately in the library.
The young girl's heart bounded violent
ly. . ' '
"I am going now," she answered; and
.yet she paused.
Francis Egerton glanced back at Hel
en, with an air, half of triumph, half of
sorrow, which said plainly. "You see
your unkind artifice to repel me avails
you nothing. Why will you persist in
this conduct this treatment of me?"
Mademoiselle Montauban saw the look,
and read it easily; but she never once
changed countenance, and her eyes were
instantly fixed on her embroidery again.
Lord Egerton turned to Rose:
"You are going, mademoiselle?"
"Yes now." She gathered courage;
she would not look up in her companion's
lace, but hastily proceeded to meet the
marquis.
Francis accompanied her as far as the
library door, and then leaving her, return
ed directly to Helen.
But Rose, even though her hand rested
vapon the fastening of the door, had, at
first, scarcely the courage to pass in. She
hesitated and trembled, but finally, laugh
ing at herself for a little coward, she
-quietly entered. The marquis stood at
the further end of the apartment, in
company with a gentleman a stranger,
and both had their faces turned from the
door. They had not heard her come in.
She paused an instant longer, and looked
about her. No other person was in the
room. Robin, then, was not here. She
had half expected, she hardly knew why,
to see him at this moment, and she sigh
ed. The marquis still continued his en
rersation with the stranger. This per
son, who was richly yet plainly attired
In a suit of deep black, with a short cloak
of sable velvet drooping from his shoul
ders, held in one hand a pen and a small
portfolio of papers; the other rested on
the table beside him, supporting him, as
he leaned forward towards the marquW.
Suddenly the latter, aroused by some
movement of Rose, turned and beheld her,
and immediately, after whispering a sin
gle word to his companion, advanced to
meet the young girl. There was an arch
smile on his countenance as he bent down
to kiss her.
"Rose, my pet," he said, simply, "yon
der is Robin; go and meet him." And he
passed her directly, leaving the apart
ment and closing the door behind him.
"That Robin?" Rose, in her astonish
ment, could neither speak nor move.
"That Robin?" was her inward query.
For, forgetting the warning of the mar
quis, she had looked for Robin of the
olden memory, and the change bewilder
ed her, until recollection came.
Here, indeed, was no sturdy figure, in
its linen blouse, its heavy boots, no large
hat, such as had covered the gardener's
head, and shaded his face from the sun;
no peasant's garb, or peasant's air; and
yet it was Robin!
"Why does he not speak?" said the
young girl, tremblingly to herself.
But suddenly the gentleman raised his
hand, passed it across his brow, and held
it there for an instant; then, laying aside
the writing materials which he held,
turned and advanced to meet her.
A low, glad cry escaped the lips of
Rose on beholding that face Robin's
face, and then she. was silent she turn
ed pale. What was this change which
she beheld as he came nearer? what coun
tenance was it? Did she indeed behold
Robin himself, or The cloak dropped
from his shoulders.
"Robin Louis!" she uttered, quivering
with emotion.
"WelL which ia it?" With the same
light, beaming, sunshiny smile that she
had met every day for the last two weeks
with the familiar voice and air that
blended in one two characters hitherto
distinct, he came forward, and taking her
hands into the gentle yet firm clasp of
his own, while he drew her to his breast,
repeated: "Which is it, Rose? Doubting
and believing, too? Tell me my name,
mignonne!"
"Ah, Louis Louis, tell me what this
means?" she cried, in an imploring tone.
"Then you declare that I am Louis?"
he said, laughingly; "but see see howau
dacious he has grown!" And the young
man, with daring tenderness, pressed his
lips to hers "Which is it now, Rose?"
"It is Robin it is Louis; either, and
both. I cannot tell.' I am bewildered!"
She covered her face with her hands.
"My Rose my little, faithful, noble
hearted darling!" Louis murmured, lov
ingly, and with the softest emotion in his
tones, as he led her to a seat. "My gen
erous brave Rose, will you forgive this
long and "aeavy trial? You have conquer
ed noblj,' conquered! You are victorious,
love. Lok up and speak to me. Let me
see, at least, that Louis has not lost the
heart that Robin won."
She did look up. The sweet face, tinged
with reddest blushes, sparkled with blend
ed tears and smiles.
"You deceived me, Louis. I see it now;
I understand it all. But you deceived
me most cruelly!" she said.
"And almost broke my own heart,
Rose, as well as your own. Ah, if you
new how I suffered last night, you would
forgive me!"
And Rose could but do so. The period
of probation was passed. The unhappi
ness to which each had been subjected,
in its duration, was terminated now.
Louis d'Artois had perfected his scheme,
and tested it fully, to his own satisfac
tion. The outward charms of the woman
he loved were nobly equalled by her
truth, her firmness, her constancy. Neith
er ambition, nor pride, nor cupidity, had
tempted her, for one instant, to swerve
from her faith. She had remained true
to the humble lover who had won her
first affection.
"Rose, do you love me? will yon take
Louis now?" asked the count, with arch
tenderness.
' "How can I take Louis? I am prom
ised to Robin," returned she, gravely. "I
came here to meet Robin; he has vanish
ed and you are answerable for his disap
pearance. I refused Louis last night."
"Nay, then I will become a gardener
again, for your sake, love. I will put on
my peasant's dress once more and take
my spade, and toil in the garden from
morning till night; while yon sit, as you
used to sit, just by the cottage door an-1
sing to me while you sew. What a pret
ty cottage girl you were, Rose! I believe
I loved you the first time we met."
"And I thought ".
"Ah, what, Rose?"
"That you loved Helen," she answered,
blushing.
"Helen, thou little mouse, what put
that thought into thy pretty head ?"
"It came there, Louis; I do not know
well how. I suspect the idea was a-very
natural one. She is so beautiful!"
"My. pet, Helen must never hear you
acknowledge that little piece of innocent
audacity. Helen? Ah, she would smile
with amusement at the mere mention of
such a thing! She would not marry me,
Rose. I do like her very dearly. - She
likes me, also, quite as well, I believe;
but I should as soon contemplate an alli
ance with a queen as with her."
"You make me smile, Louis. How mod
est you are! You mean to say that
Helen "
"I mean to say, Rose, that my proud
and lovely cousin will be content to 're
main unwedded all her days rather than
wed with so humble a personage as my
self. She is a dear cousin, Rose; but I
think that, secretly, she is ambitious.
Francis Egerton loves her, I am sure;
but do you not see that she treats him
coldly?"
"I thought it was so," said Rose, in a
half -musing tone.
"And, speaking of that same Francis
Egerton, do you know, Rose, that I came
near being jealous of him on the first
evening of my return hither? He was
continually near you.. He seemed chain
ed to your side."
"And you to that of Helen, do yon re
member?" archly asked Reee.. "Probablr
the latter circumstance was the cause of
the former."
He laughed.
"Perhaps; but I think, if he had ever
seen Helen, he would have been your
captive. How would you have treated
him, petite? as you treated me last
night?"
"Yes."
"I believe H. How fortunate he is!
I endured- agony last evening, Rose!"
His tone was sad as he said it.
"Agoay, Louis?"
"Lest I should gain the very boon I
seemed so earnestly to crave. But you
were true to Robin. I was more than
satisfied with the result of my trial. And
then, what joy filled my breast, with the
ringing echo of that sorrowful, yet firm
denial of my suit! It wa.i music to me."
"Why, Louis Louis! Where are you,
my boy?" shouted the rich, clear, merry
voice of the Count de Clairville, from the
terrace; and the next moment they heard
his Btep approaching the library.
Rose sprang up.
"Let me go, Louis," she said.
"Away, then, my bird!" And he sprang
to a side door that opened on a staircase
leading to the gallery above. "This way,
Rose. Our mischievous friend, I strongly
suspect, knows all about this business of
ours, and is inclined to tease me a little."
And the door closed behind Rose juat
as the summons of the couat was heard
at the opposite entrance.
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It required some hours of retirement
and silence in the solitude of her own
chamber to restore to Rose anything like
her usual tranquility. The excitement of
the. last f our-and-twenty hours had their
effect on her, and every nerve was thrill
ing to the tension produced by it. Quiet
was impossible; so she fastened her door,
and walked the floor to work off in some
degree the restless agitation she felt.
When she had succeeded in wearying
herself with the exercise. she sat down,
and leaning back among the cushions,
laughingly and resolutely shut her eyes,
with the determination to sleep.. This
was a difficult matter, however. Her
mind was not quite composed yet. Rose,
after she had bathed her face, had her
hair rearranged and made some altera
tions in her dress and descended to the
saloon.
Louis was gone to the village. The
marquis and his friend, Count Frederic,
walking together on the terrace, were en
gaged in conversation. The Countess
Marie, in one corner, read quietly from
a favorite book. Helen Montauban
worked at her embroidery and
wore a' brighter and better pleased ex
pression than in the morning; for Fran
cis Egerton was away. She beckoned
Rose immediately to her side.
"Truant! where have you been?" she
said, smilingly, as she made the young
girl sit by her and stroked her. bright
hair.
"In my chamber, Helen,'- answered
Rose, laying her pretty head against the
shoulder of her companion, with happy
and loving confidence.
"A penance of solitude and reflection,
my fair sister? What sin have you com
mitted?" -
"No sin no penance was mine. I was
restless. I went to become calm and
quiet."
"And succeeded, I think. But what
ails you, Rose?' What is in your eyes
your face? Some reflex from underlying
emotions glad emotions. You have had
good news?"
"No yes! Ah, do not ask me at least,
not now!" laughed the young girl. "Come
to my chamber to-night will you, Helen?
or, I will come to 'yours; it does not mat
ter which; and then I will tell you what
I cannot dare not tell you now, here, iu
this broad daylight, with eyes and ears
all about us. Yes ah, yes, Helen! J am
glad!" She laid her face on Helen's
breast and clasped her arms about her.
A strange expression flitted for a mo
ment over the countenance of Mademoi
selle Montauban. It filled her dark eyes
with a glance of quick and searching
meaning, as they rested fixedly on Rose.
But it was only for an instant; for Rose
lifted her head again, and those sweep
ing, jetty eyelashes veiled every gleam of
the awakened spirit.
(To be continued.)
The Sequel.
"I have written an article on 'How to
Live on $2.50 a Week,' " he explained
to the editor. - . '.
"Well," said the editor, "you had bet
ter write the sequel to it."
"I do not understand."
"Why, 'How to Get the Two-fifty. "
Baltimore American.
' ApprOTal,
"What do you think of government
ownership?" ;.
"I'm in favor of it," answered Sena
tor Sorghum, with emphasis. "I'd like
to see the government own everything.
My experience has been that it is a
great deal easier to get money from the
government than from most private
concerns." Washington Star.
Grfat Opportunity.
Mrs. Bjenkins They are going to
have another rummage sale nest week.
Mr.-Bjenkins Good! I wish you'd
send down that rocking chair in the sit
ting room that I always tumble over
when I come In late at night Sommer
ville Journal.
Dan serous Tardiness.
First Doctor-What makes you think
the patient will die if we don't per
form the operation? . , -
Second Doctor That isn't the point.
This is a new disease, and if he should
live without the operation it would es
tablish a precedent. Life.
Always on Ton, .
- "There, dear, don't be discouraged,
said the stovepipe to the tackhammer;
"it only happens once a year."
"O, your optimism is not to be won
dered at," responded the tackhammer
wearily; "you always come out on
top." Ohio State Journal.
A Conraeeona Job. - . '
Colonel Bragg I've fought and bled
for my country, sir; I've
- Alex.' Smart Yes, but did you ever
help your wife hang pictures? Ohio
State Journal.
Swiss Schools for Girls.
Switzerland has 125 schools for girls.
Domestic science and gardening are
among the branches taught ; 1
i tin li'I"ln.a..M,lMM,l.t.il.ll,.lI,l,lllll,llMMll,,.,lll,
"I'll Par Ton for It."
This little parable by an unknown
author teaches its own lesson:
A hen trod on a duck's foot. She
did -not mean to do it, and it did not
hurt the duck much; but the duck said.
"I'll pay you foF'SfcU" So the duck
flew at the old hen, but as she did so
her wing struck an old goose that, stood
close by.
"I'll pay you for . that!" cried the
goose, and she flew at the duck; but as
she did so her foot tore the fur of a
cat that was just then in the yard.
"I'll pay you for that!" cried the cat,
and she started for the goose; but as
she did so her cla caught In the wool
of a sheep. f
"I'll pay you for that!" cried the
sheep, and she ran at the cat; but as
she did so her foot hit the foot of a
dog that lay in the sun.
"I'll pay you for that!" cried he, and
Jumped at the sheep; but as he did so
his leg struck an 'jold cow that stood
by the gate.
"I'll pay you for that!" cried she.
and she ran at the flog; but as she did
so her horn grazed; the skin of a horse
that stood by a tree. (
"I'll pay you for jthat!" cried he, and
he rushed at the cow.
What a noise there was! The horse
flew at the cow, and the cow at the
dog, and the dog at the sheep, and the
sheep at the cat. and the cat at the
gooss, and the goose at the duck, and
the duck at the hen. What a fuss
there was, and all because the ben ac
cidentally stepped on the duck's toes.
"Hi! Hi! What's all this?" cried the
man who had the care of them. "You
may stay here," he said to the hen; but
he drove the duck to the pond, the
goose to the field, the cat to the barn,
the sheep to her fold, the dog to his
house, the cow to her yard, and the
horse" to his stall.; And so all their
good times were over because the duck
would not overlook a little hurt which
was not Intended. New Orleans Pic
ayune. . 'I
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Day Dreams.
"When I'm a man," .'said Johnny,.
"I'll be a sailor bold,"
And I'll sail the mighty ocean in searof
of wealth untold. ,
And I'll build mysrfi a CastVwith
f earful "donjon keep, W
And I'll have ten thousand vassals who
will guard me while I sleep.
"Then I'll rescue some fair princess from
a robber, don't you see?
And she will thank me sweetly and say
she'll marry me; ..
And when I wed the princess I'll be a
king, you' know, .
And I'll have a million subjects who
will bow before me low!"
But while he was a-dreaming of the time
that was to be,
The teacher asked him gently the simple
rule of three;
Then his castle and his kingdom faded
into air at once,
And the crown that fate decreed him
was the tall cap of a dunce.
St. Nicholas.
Tallest on Karth.
In a comparative table of stature, ar
ranged according to nationalities, the
United States Indian stands higher
than any other race of the world,
MIKE STILL HAD THE GOAT.
Animal Had Flagged the Train and
Saved Its Own Life.
Mike Nolan was smoking comforta
bly in his yard in East Burlington on
evening and a friend of his was lean
ing over the fence talking to him".
As his eyes ranged over the yard he
caught sight of the old billy goat.
"Mike," says he, "I see you have
the goat yet." ' ,
"Oh, yes," says Mike.
"I . thought you said you'd kill the
goat."
- "Sure, and I did, but I will tell you
how It was," answered Mike. "I
came home the other night from me
work and me wife's says to me: 'What
do you think the goat's done nqw?'
'I dunno,' says L 'He's chewed up
Finnegan's red shirt that his wife had
hung on the line to dry,; and Finne-
gan says he'll kill the goat if yeu don't
do it yourself.' I says: 'I'll not have
Finnegan or-any! -ether man lay hands
on. that goat; I'll kill:the goat meself.'
An so I got down me owldgun and
took the goat out into the corner of
the yard and tied him to the fence,
and I stood f orninst him to shoot him.
And he gave me a kind of knowing
look, like, and I minded the time when
he 'was a little goat and played wid
the children, and I couldn't kill him
looking like that. - So I took him down
to the railroad track and hitched him
between the rails and went up be
hind the wall until the express train
came along. Presently I heard the
train coming "and I says to meself:
'Ole man, ye're gone now. Ye was
a good goat in yer day, but" ye're gone
now An' wid that I heard the whistle
a-blowing awl the brakes a grinding
and the men hollering, and I says:
What's that goat done now? I ran
to the track, and what do you think?
That old goat had coughed up Finne
gan's shirt and flagged the train I"
Holly, N. J Herald.
Temples in Japan. -
There are many peculiar temples
throughout Japan, those being sacred
to the spirits of dead children being,
Little Stories and X
Incidents that Will X
X
Interest and Enter-
tain Young Readers
though -the Patagonian runs hira very
rlose. The. white citizen comes next.
The United States negro ranks four
teenth in the scale, and of all the coun
tries of the world considered the Por
tuguese are found to be the shortest.
It has always been proverbial among
anatomists that blond nations are
greater than their darker neighbors.
This is due to the geological positions
of the blond races. They are charac
teristic of the North, and on account
of the low.?r degree of temperature are
Induced to take more exercise, which
throws them more in the open air.
At the top of the list of the coun
tries, arranged In order of statute, the
first seven, after the United States
white men, are Norway, Scotland,' Brit
ish America, Sweden, Ireland.- Den
mark and Holland, all northern na
tions. ,
Queer Jap Sings.
Nearly every shop in Japan for the
sale of foreign goods is furnished with
a sign In a foreign language. No mat
ter whether the language ia intelligi
ble; if it is only in foreign characters
that is enough. Many of these signs
are a study: "The all countries Boot
and Shot Small or Fine Wares;" "Old
Curious;" "Horseshoe maker instruct
by French horse leech;" "Cut Hair
Shop;" "If you want sell watch, 1 will
buy; if you want buy watch, 1 will
selL Yes,vsir, we will, all will. Come
at my show. Watchmaker;" "Hatter
Native Country;" "The Hause Build
for the manufacture of all and best
kind of Hats."
A Trick with Figure.
Ask a friend to put down four fig
ures which you are not supposed to
see. Let him add these up and sub
tract the sum from the original figures.
Then let him strike out any figure iu
the result and tell you the sum of the
remaining figures. You can instantly
tell him what figure he struck out The
modus operandi is easy and depends
on the esoteric qualities of 9. He puts
down, say, 7,428. Add up these figures
21, which subtract "and get . 7,407.
Cross out, say, 7. This leaves the sum
of the remaining figures 11, which he
announces. Mentally subtract 11 from
the nextj highest multiple of 9, which
is 18, and you get 7, which was ' the
figure crossed out.
Inherited.
"What's patrimony, papa?' asked
little Dan.
"Patrimony, my dear," replied papa,
"is something inherited from the fath
er." "Why, then," exclaimed Dan. "mat
rimony must be something inherited
from the mother, isn't it?"
Another -Tongue Twister.
How much wood could a woodchuck
chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck
wood?
Just as .much wood as a woodchuck
could, if a woodchuck could chuck
wood.
Biddies.
When is a window like a star? When
It's a skylight.
Why is an egg like a" horse? Be
cause it is of no use until It is broken
perhaps, as odd as any. These tern
pies are mostly visited by sad mothers,
One of these at Kioto contains hun
dreds of small , wooden Buddhas, ar
ranged on shelves, sloping back, row
upon row, and covered with the baby
clothes of Infants who have died under
a year old. At Osaka is another of
these children's temples. Here, too,
are hung everywhere, children's
clothes offered by the mothers.
A priest sitting on a mat gives the
bereaved mother, for a fee, a shaving
of wood with the name of the dead
child written on it. This she takes to
another shrine, where is a pool of
water issuing from the mouth of a co
lossal stone tortoise. The pool Is full
of these shavings. They are cast into
it Just where the water pours in from
the tortoise's mouth, and happy the
woman whose chip gets well soaked at
once. It is believed that this will in
sure the child an easy passage to heav
en, as the water carries the names to
Buddha, who at once calls for them as
he reads them. ".--:
Mistake in a Street Car.
Said a man on a street car who had
already given up his seat as he nudged
a familiar friend who still kept his:
"Why don't you get up and give the
woman a seat?"
She, who was standing, glared' at
him. 1
"Sirl" she said, "I will have you
know I am a lady!"
"Ah! -Beg your pardon, madam,"
he replied politely, "I took you for a
woman!" Portland Oregonian. .
Novel Tng-of-War.
After quarreling over the respective
strength of a horse and a mule two
farmers at Segovia, Spain, decided to
settle the matter by a tug-of-war. . The
animals were harnessed one at each
end of a cart. After a desperate strug
gle the mule triumphed, pulling the
horse off Its legs and galloping away
with It. - - ' '
It is probably a woman's funny bone
that makes her -laugh in her sleeve.1 .
' Too can't satisfy Mr. FooL
A Handy Hog Scaffold.
In my visits to many farm houses
In this country I. noted many home
made scaffolds on which to hang hogs
after they are killed and scalded, but
the ne shown In accompanying figure
and which I use myself, I consider as
handy and practical as any. It can be
moved anywhere, even in the smoke
house, and if made out of good season
ed timber and painted, it will last a
lifetime. It will hold five hogs weigh
ing 300 pounds each.
One can buy ve large books, or
have a blacksmith make them, at a
very small cost; these are to hook over
the beam, A, on which to hang the
hogs. The top piece, A, is a chestnut
scantling, 2x4 In. and 6 ft 10 in. long;
this piece has two mortises, 3 Inches
from center, as shown in cut The two
upright pieces, B, are hardwood scant
lings, 2x4 In. and 5 ft 8 In. long.
These have . a mortise at the top 2
inches wide and 4 Inches deep; also
a - mortise at bottom 1 inch deep and
4 inches long. These pieces also have
a mortise lxl in., 2 ft 5 in. from
center to the upper end, for the tenon
of brace, D, to go into. These pieces
also have' a mortise 2 feet from lower
end for brace, E, to set in. The sills,
C, are 2x4 in. and 2 ft. 4 In. long.
They have a mortise in center 4 inches
wide and 1 Inch deep; &laq a mortise
9 Inches from center, for brace, B, to
set Into. D'is a brace Ix2 in., and
3 ft. 4 in. long, including tenon, which
is ; lxl in. square and 4 Inches
long. E is a brace 2x3 in. and 1 ft
11 in. long.
All that Is required to put this scaf
fold together are two -in. bolts, 5
inches long, to bolt the beam, A, to the
upright pieces, B, and sixteen 6-penny
nails and two bolts 3 inches long to
hold B to C at bottom. I have found
It very handy on a bad day, for one
can set it in some building to hang the
hogs on; it Is . also handy to hang
sheep on to butcher. Charles E. Cum
mins, in Ohio Farmer. ,
The Oleomargarine Law.
Some time ago it was shown that
one weakness of the present oleomar
garine law, the use of some ingredient
which made it possible to avoid the
law against the use of coloring mat
ter, was working hardships on butter
makers, but reports generally indicate
that the law was a wise one, and prove
beyond all question that consumers do
want oleomargarine. It was held by
the opponents of the Grout bill that
the public demand was so great that
to place any restrictions on the meth
ods of marketing oleo would be to
drive out of the market a meritorious
article. Those who upheld the bill
claimed that if oleo had any merit of
its own it should be sold "on that merit
and not disguised as butter. The law
as enforced has shown that by far the
greater number of those who used
oleo did so because they assumed it was
butter, the color helping to carry out
the deception. Oleo may be nutritious
and have great merit, but it is evident
that few people desire it or will buy it
when they have full knowledge that it
Is not from the product of the cow.
The Grout bill has benefited farmer
and consumer alike, and any attempt
which is likely to be made this coming
session of Congress to modify Its pro
visions should be fought hard by f arm:
ers and dairymen. If butter must be
sold on its merits, why not oleo, also?
St. Paul Dispatch.
Live Stock at 8t. Lonla Fair.
Live stock exhibitors in each breed
class at the World's Fair will receive
a senior champion prize and a Junior
champion prize for males and females,
and a reserve champion 1 award will
follow in four classes. Competition for
the senior championships will be lim
ited to mature animals, and young
males and females only will compete
for the junior champion prizes. Pros
pective exhibitors express themselves
as highly pleased with the plan of
Chief Coburn of providing for a more
equitable method of awarding, cham
pionship prizes and thus increasing
the number of honors.
Wintering Cabbage for Family . Use.
Cabbages that winter best are tnose
just fully formed and not overripe.
For family use bury an empty barrel
in a well drained soot and fill it with
good heads. Place a lot of dry leaves
on top and cover the barrel so that it
will shed rain or pile some cabbages
In a corner on the barn floor and cover
them with enough Btraw to prevent
solid freezing. Exchange. .
Picking Fowls for Market.
Poultry shipped for market alive
lose .. considerable of their weight In
transit, and while there is a demand
for poultry in this condition that must
oe met by far the ereater demand t
for dry-picked carcasses. It is not a
pleasant task to prepare poultry for
market particularly when the entrails
must be removed, but as stated In
this department several weeks since,
the additional price pays well for the
labor. A dry-picked fowl has a perfec
tion of skin which is attractive and
for which the best customers are quite
willing to pay.
Movable Poultry Feuces.
When for any reason one does not
care to go to the expense of permanent
fences around the poultry yard, mov
able fences like that shown in the cut
may be used to advantage. They cost
but little, and If well made will last
MOVABLE POCXTKY FENCE.
for several seasons. The sections, as
shown, may be of any dimensions de
sired, although if about four feet high
and six feet long they can be better
handled than when larger. The frame
may be of any light weight material,
and should be made so that It will be
as stiff as possible. It might be a good
idea, and especially If the sections
were of greater dimensions than those
given, to run a brace from corner to
corner diagonally to give additional
stiffness. The corners should be well
fastened and the frame is then cover
ed with wire netting. Three planks are
fastened to the bottom of the frame at
intervals, as shown, and braced with a
strip from the frame to the planks.
These planks will hold the section up
right and prevent It from sinking Into
the mud. Several sections can be
quickly made after the same pattern
and hooked together at the corners the
desired length. These movable fences
would be especially valuable in the
spring, where numbers of chicks were
to be raised and it was desired to keep
them in inclosures. If used to surround
chicks, a wire of a finer mesh would
need to be used. Indianapolis News.
Decline of German Fparrow.
In;ji871 Germany was a nation of
39,6130,000 Inhabitants, of whom 60 per
cent were engaged In agricultural pur
suits. .In 1900 It had increased to an
empire' of 58,000,000 " inhabitants, of
whom 35 per cent were engaged in
agriculture and 65 per cent In industry
and trade. This transformation from
agriculture to industry was most ac
tive between 1880 and 1895, during
which period the working population
increased 17.8 per cent., of which agri
culture only gained 0.7 per cent; while
manufactures, mining and the build
ing trades were increased by 29.5 per
cent and commerce by 48.9 per cent .
The Man Behind the Cow.
Don't dose your cow or dog until you
know what is the trouble. Treating
the symptoms should be most cautious
ly done. If your dairy business is sick
locate the cause most carefully or you
may treat the case ignorantly and kill
the patient the business.
Some dairy troubles originate in the
herd, some trace to the farm, a few
are based on the market but the foun
tian head of nearly all such evils is
found In the man behind the cow. Fer
ret out the certain weakness that is
found here, and all others are quickly
cleared up. Watch the man behind
the cow. Farm and Ranch.
When to Sell.
The principle we have always fol
lowed is, when hogs are ready to go,
let them go. The higher the price the
more profit can , be made in feeding
heavy hogs, but we would not think of
growing hogs over 250 pounds unless
we had no youngsters coming on. We
believe that when hogs are 4 cents
and under the proper weight at which
to .sell them is 175 pounds; when they
are 5 cents, 200 pounds; when they are
6 cents, 225 pounds; when they are 7
cents, 250 pounds. Wallace's Farmer.
. Apple Scab Fungus.
A cold, damp season seems to be, fa
vorable to the development of apple
scab fungus. The scab is one of the
diseases that are most effectually and
profitably treated by spraying with
bordeaux mixture.
Farm. Notes.
Aroostook County, Maine, is called
the potatoes paradise. This year the
crop will range from 3,500,000 to
4,000,000 bushels, of which the greater
part will be shipped away. Last year
the price averaged $1.70 a barrel.
Some men will use the hoe so that
the top layer of soil Is cut off clean
and gathered up with the weeds that
may have been the chief object of
the hoeing. The surface remaining
will be hard and smootli quite the re
verse of what it should be. Cultiva
tion should mean a stirring of the sur
face, making it fine. If this be done
in loamy soil shortly after a rain it
will not break into-large lumps.; '
The green crop plowed under Is com
posed of three chief parts. About
four-fifths of it is water, -or from 80
to 88 per cent; about one-fiftieth of the
whole, or 2 per cent Is composed of
what Is called the ash ingredients, and
the rest is the so-called organic mat
ter. This organic matter, which is
really the most useful part of the
green manure, makes up, therefore.
about a twelfth of the whole
under the ground.