servants had been in the smoking-
room that evening.
"Who lighted the lamp?" demanded
Jen, sharply.
"We found the window open when
we came In," said Maurice. "Did you
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By th Author of
"Ths Myitory of a Hnom Cub," Etc
CHAPTER VI.
Maurice returned home after a some
what stormy interview with Mrs. Dal
las. For once the mother of Isabella
was roused out of her habitual indif
ference, and she refused absolutely to
accept Ajimer as her son-in-law.
"It is because that black woman dis
trusts me that you object" he said.
"I wonder that an educated person
should be dominated by that uncivil
ized creature.
"Dido has nothing to do with my
refusal:" said the widow, coldly; "and
although I take her advice in some
things, I do not in this. I don't wish
Isabella to marry you, and I request
you to leave my house."
"As a gentleman I must accept your
dismissal, but I decline to give up Isa
bella." "And I," cried the girl, "swear to re
main true to Maurice!"
"You'll do nothing of the sort," said
her mother, violently. "I forbid you
ven to think of that young man. You
hall marry whom I choose!"
"Dr. Etwald, I suppose?"
"No! Mr. Sarby."
"David!" ejaculated Maurice, in an
astonished tone. "You wish Isabella
to marry him!"
"Yes! He loves Isabella much more
than you do, and he asked permission
which you didn't to pay his ad
dresses to her. I consented, and so,"
Mrs. Dallas raised her voice, "he shall
marry her."
"I refuse to marry Mr. Sarby," said
Isabella, vehemently. "I hate him!"
"That is no matter!" replied her
mother, coldly. "You must iharry
him!"
"Must!" repeated Maurice, with
great indignation.
"Yes, Mr. Aylmer! Must! Must!
Must! If you want an explanation of
that you can ask Major Jen!"
"The Major! My guardian!" cried
Aylmer, quite thunderstruck. "Is he
against me?"
"Ask him! I want no further speech
es from you. Go to your room, Isa
bella." Resigning himself to the inevitable,
Maurice gave one glance at Isabella,
and went outside with a heavy heart.
Dido was standing upon the veranda,
with her eyes glowing like two coals.
Tet there was an ill-concealed expres
sion of triumph In her gaze which
.Maurice, In his then disturbed and an
sered state of mind, could 111 brook.
He paused abruptly as he passed by
her, and asked a direct question:
"Why do you hate me. Dido?"
"Voodoo!" said she in a harsh voice.
"Bah! you black parrot!" muttered
Maurice, scornfully, and turned upon
his heel. As he vanished down the
walk Dido clapped her hands together
with great satisfaction, and began to
sing in low tones. Her song was bar
baric In words, and strange beyond all
telling in the music. It rose and fell,
and moaned and drawled in a curious
ly painful manner. In the drawing
room Mrs. Dallas had risen to her feet
at the first deep contralto note, and
now stood rocking herself to and fro
with an expression of alarm on her
face. Isabella was terrified in her
turn. She shrieked and ran out of the
room. Then Dido, still singing, ap
peared at the window, and looked at
Mrs. Dallas with an expression of
triumph.
"Why do you sing the death song?"
asked Mrs. Dallas, opening her-eyes.
'"Because de master hab doomed dat
yaller-h'ar!" said Dido, and continued
ier song.
Ia the meantime, Maurice walked
slowly homeward, puzzling out his own
mind, as to what could be the meaning
of these strange things. He could not
understand why Mrs. Dallas objected
to him as a son-in-law; nor could he
surmise the meaning of the mysterious
word "Voodoo," pronounced so signifi
cantly by Dido. However, he saw
plainly that the negress was the dis
turbing element in the Dallas house
hold, and by a half-hypnotic control
over the weak will of her mistress, she
could act as she pleased.
Maurice, simple and upright in con
duct and character, was no match for
the unscrupulous machinations of Di
do. She hated the young man, and
was determined that he should not
marry her nursling. But whether she
had, like Mrs. Dallas, a preference for
David over Dr. Etwald, Maurice could
rot determine. The more he thought
over affairs, the more Incoherent and
complicated did they become; so Ayl
mer gave up the task In despair. Then
it occured to him that Mrs. Dallas had
referred him to Major Jen; so to his
a-uardlan Maurice went the moment he
arrived at the big house.
"Major gone out, sir," explained
Jaggard, to whom Maurice applied for
Information. 'He got a message from
Dr. Etwald, and went to see him. Be
back to dinner, sir, I b'lieve."
"Where is Mr. Sarby?"
"Gone over to Branch Hall, sir."
"Ho, ho!" thought Maurice, as he
turned away. "So David had gone to
ee Meg. Now if he Is in love with
Isabella, and Mrs. Dallas favors his
suit I wonder why he acta in that
way."
The question he could not answer, so
dismissing it from his memory, he re
tired to the smoking-room with a nov
el. When Jen and David returned he
Intended to question both, and, is pos
sible, get to the bottom of these sick
ling mysteries.
"Hang it!" soliloquized Maurice over
his book; "since yesterday everything
ems to have gone wrong. That ne
srreM and Dr. Etwald are at the bot
tom of affairs. But I can't see their
j
reasons for mixing up things so."
Then he laid aside his book to think,
and stared idly at the opposite wall.
It chanced to be that upon which the
barbaric weapons before alluded . to
were arranged, and conspicuous among
them the golden handle of the devil
stick. Recalling the mention of Voo
doo, and Etwald's reference to African
witchcraft, Maurice connected In his
own mind the devil-stick with those
barbarisms, and on the impulse of the
moment he rose to examine the magic
wand. Handling it carefully for he
dreaded the poison, although it was
said to be dried up he wondered if
Dido could make use of it were it in
her possession.
"I heard Mrs. Dallas say that Dido's
people came from Ashantee," solilo
quized Maurice, "so I have no doubt
she can work the infernal thing. Per
haps she knows enough to fill the bag
with fresh poison. If she did so, I
wouldn't trust myself near her. She
would be sure to experiment on me."
At this moment Major Jen, looking
slightly worried, entered the room, and
seeing the devil-stick in the hand of
Maurice, he stopped short with an
ejaculation of surprise.
"You are looking at that thing, Mau
rice?" said he, wondertngly. "Now
that is strange. I have Just been talk
ing about it with Dr. Etwald."
"Oh!" said Maurice, his thoughts
flying back to the mysterious influence
which he had seen Etwald exercise
over Dido. "And what was the doctor
saying?"
"A great deal. He saw the devil -stick
the other night, and to-day he
sent a note, asking If I would ride
over and see him this afternoon. I
did so, then he explained that he wish
ed to buy that thing!"
"The devil-stick? Why?"
"I can't say. He explained that he
had been In the Barbadoes; and that
he took a great interest in the subject
of African fetish-worship. He had
heard of these 'wands of sleep,' as they
are called, and greatly wished to ob
tain one, but he was unable to do so.
Since seeing mine he has been seized
with a desire to possess it
"Why?" said Maurice, again.
"As a curiosity, I suppose. I've told
you all he told me. But I refused to
sell It to him, and he seemed greatly
vexed, a display of irritation which In
its turn vexed me. I was quite aa
noyed when I left him."
"Why don't you wish to sell It Un
cle Jen?'
"Because it is a dangerous thing to
handle. Although the poison is dried
up, yet there may be enough In It to
kill a man. If I parted with it and
anyone was injured by it I should
never forgive myself. Pray put It up,
Maurice; I dislike to see you touch it.
To-night after dinner, I shall lock It
up in a safe place. David is right; it
should not be on" the wall there."
"David has gone over to see Meg."
"Yes. I don't think he will be back
until after dinner," said Jen, rising.
"So you and I had better sit down as
soon as we are dressed. I am very
hungry."
"Uncle Jen, I want to ask you some
thing. Do you wish David to marry
Isabella Dallas?"
"I really can't say. That is a matter
which lies In the hands of the girl her
self. If she likes you better than Da
vid ?
"She does!"
"What! Have you spoken to her?"
"I have, and to Mrs. Dallas, who de
clines to sanction our engagement She
wants Isabella to marry David, and
said "
"I can guess what she said," lnter
ruppted Jen, hastily. "No more of this
till after dinner, my dear lad. ' Then
I'll explain all!"
"Explain what?"
"Why Mrs. Dallas wants Isabella to
marry David." Not another word
would the Major say on the sub
ject at that moment so Maurice was
forced to seek his room In a very un
satisfied frame of mind. However, as
he thought here was one mystery
about to be explained, and that was a
comfort As Jen prophesied, David
did not. return to dinner, and Maurioe
had a tete-a-tete with his guardian.
But they talked of indifferent things,
and It was not until they were once
more in the smoking-room that the
Major consented to speak on the sub
ject of Mrs. Dallas' strange conduct
"Now, my boy, I'm ready to 'ell
" Here Jen stopped and looked
blankly at the wall.
"The stick!" gasped Jen, pointing a
shaking hand at the wall. "The death
wand!" Maurice looked the devil-stick was
gone!
CHAPTER VIL
For some moments the two men
looked at one another; and then Ma
jor Jen, seeing the necessity for
prompt action, rang the bell. Jaggard
entered with military swiftness, and
stared blankly at his master, who was
pointing at the wall.
"Where Is the devil-stick?" demand
ed Jen, wrathfully.
Jaggard advanced to the trophy of
weapons, and examined them with
some deliberation, after which he
turned to face the Irate Major.
"It's gone, sure enough, sir, but I
don't know where."
"Find out If any of the servants have
taken It"
Jaggard saluted and vanished, while
his master walked up and down the
room, fuming at the loss of the curi
osity. In a few minutes Jaggard re
turned with the news that none of the
open It?"
"Yes, sir. The Major told me to al
ways air the room during dlnrrer."
"Do you think that someone has sto
len the stick, Maurice?" said the Ma
Jor. "Someone from outside, I mean.'
"I am sure of It," replied Alymer,
with decision. "Jaggard, did you no
tice that negress of Mrs. Dallas' about
the grounds, since 5 o'clock?"
"Why, no, Mr. Maurice, I can't say
as I did."
"The tramp, then; Battersea!"
"No, sir. Haven't set eyes on him
for a week."
"Very good, Jaggard," broke in the
Major, "you can go. Maurice!" he
turned to the young man when Jag
gard had left the room, "what do you
mean by all these questions and ex
amtnatlons? Do you suspect anyone?'
"Yes," replied Maurice, deliberate
ly. "I suspect Dido, the negress."
"Why?" asked Jen, with military
brevity.
"It's a long story," returned Mau
rice. "Look here. Uncle Jen, I went to
dress at half-past six; you did also.
When we left the stick was in the
room on the wall. Now we are hers
again at half-past eight; It Is gone.
In these two hours Dido has had time
to cross the lawn yonder and steal It'
"But why do you suspect Dido? She
was never In this room."
"No, but Dr. Etwald was."
"Dr. Etwald! Do you think he has
anything to do with It?" queried Jen,
perplexed, and a trifle startled.
"I am certain of It," replied Mau
rice. "He employed Dido to steal It
from you, as you refused to sell It.
Listen, uncle, and I'll give you my
reasons for this belief," and then Mau
rice told succinctly all that had taken
place at "The Wigwam" during the
afternoon.
Major Jen listened quietly, and wait
ed until - Maurice ended his story be
fore he spoke. The information about
Mrs. Dallas and her reference to him
self did not surprise him so much as
Aylmer expected It would do. In fact,
he only made one brief remark upon
this point
"I am sorry Mrs. Dallas said that'
he remarked, when Maurice paused in
his narrative.
"But what does she mean by it
Uncle Jen? Didn't you wish me to
marry Isabella?"
"I am neither for nor against" re
plied Jen, enigmatically. "As I said
before, let the girl marry whom she
loves best"
"She loves me best!" '
Major Jen wriggled uneasily In his
seat He disliked telling what appear
ed to him to be a silly story, but as
such story bore strongly upon the
present position of things, and as Mau
rice was Impatiently waiting to be en
lightened, Jen was forced to put his
scruples on one side and speak out
"If what I relate appears Impossible,
don't blame me," he said abruptly,
"and I feel certain that you will laugh
when I tell you about Voodoo!"
"That word again!" cried Maurice,
in a puzzled voice. "Dido used It when
we met Etwald; she repeated it to me
before I left Voodoo! Voodoo! What
does It mean, Uncle Jen?"
"African witchcraft! Obi! Fetish
worship! The adoration of the bad
spirit who catches mortals by the hair.
Any one of these things explains the
meaning of the term."
"H'm!" said Maurice. "It Is a devil
worship pure and simple."
"Yes, and Mrs. Dallas knows more
about It than Is good for her. My boy,1
Jen laid his hand upon the arm of the
young man, "when you reach my age
you will find that there Is no limit to
the credulity and folly of human be
lngs. When I was stationed in the
Barbadoes many years ago I met Mrs.
Dallas."
"Oh! so she Is an old friend of
yours!"
"Yes. I knew her In the West In
dies shortly before Isabella was born,
It was through knowing me," explain
ed the Major, "that she came to this
neighborhood and rented The Wig
warn. You see, Maurice, I was one of
the few people she knew here, and she
remained near me for company's sake.
and because she was afraid of her-
se:f "
"I don't quite understand."
(To be continued.)
A Star Right A war.
"I'd like to become an actor."
"I suppose you have something to
fit you for a career?"
"Oh, yes. I've got two boxes of
grease paint, a wig and a false nose."
"Good. Buy yourself a couple of
slapsticks and we'll star you In mu
sical comedy." St. Louis Star.
Its Wtakieni,
"Now, the house of lords has came
to a bridge It must cross."
"1 am afraid it Is not a very strong
bridge."
"Why not?"
"On account of the weakness of lt
peers." Baltimore American. ;
Spellbound,
"Why don't you go on writing my
speech?" said the orator.
"I'm spellbound," replied the typist.
"Has my eloquence such an effect?"
"Yes, sir. I never worked for a man
who used so many words I can't spell."
Washington Star.
There, I.lttle Lamb.
There, little lambs, don't cry!
We have sheared your wool, w
know;
But we've let you go.
And the fleece will grow,
And you will come again by and by.
New York World.
Modcit Ambition.
Kicker Wouldn't you like to be so
famous that people would restore your
birthplace?
Bocker I'd be content if I could
make the landlord repair my present
flat The Sun.
American plows, threshers and reap
ers cover the fields of Argentina
"Do you give your wife an allow
ance?" "No, she tak.es It." Chicago
Record-Herald.
Jones (at the ball, to Mrs. Catter-
son) How beautifully your daughter
Bits out her dances. Life.
"You used to be an awful spend
thrift." "Yep. But I ain't any long
er." "Ah! Reformed?" "No I spent
It all." Cleveland Leader.
"Who was the greatest financier
ever known?" "Noah; because he
floated his stock when the whole world
was in liquidation." Tit-Bits.
"I never dare to look down when
I'm standing on a high place," said
Mrs. Lapsllng. "It always gives me
an attack of verdigris." Chicago
Tribune.
Miss Rogers How did you Imagine
anything so beautiful as the angel In
your picture? Artist Got an engaged
man to describe his fiancee to me.
Brooklyn Life.
"Do you like my new hat?" asked
Mrs. Brooke. "Yes, Indeed," replied
Mrs. Lynn. "I had one Just like it
when they were In style." Llppln
cott's Magazine.
"How Bid you enjoy the mustcale?
"Oh, I applauded at the wrong time,
as usual. Thought the orchestra tun
ing up was a classical number." Kan
sas City Journal.
"I want to look at some dresses suit
able for automoblllng," said the lady
"Yes, ma'am," replied the polite clerk;
"these walking skirts are the thing,
Yonkers Statesman.
Pedestrian How far Is it to Alder-
shot? Let me see. Well, as the crow
Ales Footsore Tommy Never
mind 'ow the beggar flies; 'ow far la It
as the beggar 'ops? Punch.
Caller How pleased you must be
to find that your new cook is a stay
er. Hostess My dear, don't mention
It. She's a stayer, all right, but un
fortunately she's not a cook. Boston
Transcript.
Mr. Flgg Gaaser says he kept per
fectly cool last night when that burg
lar got into the house. Mrs. Flgg So
his wife told me. She found him try
ing to hide in the refrigerator. Bos
ton Transcript.
"Do you ever find it desirable to
oppose your wife?" "Yes," answered
Mr. Meekton. "I always feel less like
ly to annoy Henrietta If I can avoid
being her partner In a bridge game."
Washington Star.
"Father," said Little Rollo, "what is
a happy medium?" "I suppose, my
son, that it is one who can earn sev
eral hundred dollars a day by making
tables and chairs move around the
room." Washington Star.
"Meg!" No answer. "Maggie!" he
called softly. Complete silence.
Madge!" Not a sound. "Margaret!
Then he whistled softly before making
his final effort. "Marguerite!" And
a flute-like voice replied in the dis
tance "Yes, darling!"
Physician Have you any aches or
pains this morning? Patient Yes,
doctor; it hurts me to breathe; In
fact, the only trouble now seems to be
with my breath. Physician All right.
I'll give you something that will soon
stop that. Boston Globe.
Yes," admitted the modest young
man. "I have broken off the engage
ment. I have been thinking it over
for a long time, and I've come to the
conclusion that a girl who can love
an idiot like me must be wanting in
both taste and Intelligence!"
Father-ln-Law I suppose you are
aware, Henry, that the check for $10
000 I put among your wedding pres
ents was merely for effect. Groom-
On, yes, sir! and the effect was excel
lent. The bank cashed It this morning
without a question. Boston Tran
script.
Irate Woman These photographs
of myself and husband are not at all
satisfactory, and I refuse to accept
them. Why, my husband looks like a
baboon! Photographer Well, that's
no fault of mine, madam. You should
have thought of that before you had
him taken.
I have a good position to offer a
worthy college graduate. I presume
you have some fine young man In your
senior class?" "Sure, said the pro
fessor. "What are your requirements?
Would a football player suit yout or
do you prefer a mandolin expert?"-
Washington Herald.
Proud "Autumn" Father Bless me,
it's really marvelous about that baby
of mine. You'll hardly credit it, but
every time It looks up into my face it
smiles positively smiles. The "Fed
up" Friend Well, I suppose even a
baby has some glimmering sense of
humor. The Sketch.
"Johnny." said the boy's mother, "1
hope you have been a nice, quiet boy
school this afternoon. 1 nat s
what I was," answered Johnny. "I
ent to sleep right after dinner, and
ie teacher said she'd whip any boy
In the room who waked me up."
Boston Sunday Post
Well," said a traveler In the train
one evening, "speaking of long lives,
my
dear aunt died at the age of one
hu
ndred and six." "That's nothing,"
said
a drummer. "I had a grand-
Hi
.other who died at two hundred and
twenty-three." "Do you want us to
believe that a relation of yours died at
hundred and twenty-three? It Is
nnlv Improbable, but utterly Im
possible," snapped the first "Not at
all. She died at two hundred and
twenty-threa Broad street"
Trolley Mall Box.
Many patrons of rural delivery
routes live a considerable distance
from the highway, and a' device which
would carry the mall between the
house and the road would be a great
convenience. A Kansas subscriber
whose house Ish 90 rods from the
rural route and who has a straight
line of" telephone poles to the road,
asks If an endless wire cable could
be arranged In some way to carry a
small box.
A No. 10. wire can be attached to
-sift!
saw
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DETAILS OF BOX AND TBOIXEY.
brackets fastened to the poles at such
a height as not to interfere with
teams, etc. A small box and carrier
can be run over this between the house
and the road. The box can be sent
down and brought back from the house
by the use of a cord or light twisted
wire cable. Attach It to the box and
pass it through a pulley on a post at
the road and around a drum or
through another pulley at the house
The trolley wire should be soldered to
the brackets so the carrier may run
over it without trouble. With a little
Yankee Ingenuity anyone can rig up
a device of this kind. Farm and
Home.
Fowls Require Salt.
Fowls require salt in their ration In
order to thrive best, the same as do
all other animals. The mineral el
inents In the salt are desired by the
fowls, and their systems crave them
But only a little salt Is needed not
more than a handful a week to the av
erage-sized farm flock. Too much may
be more harmful than too little. And
since fowls often do not know wh-Mi
they have had enough of It, we dare
not place the salt before mem, and
let mem eat all they want, as can be
done with most other farm animals
So the best way is to mix a handful
occasionally with the soft food or
mash. This seasons the food and glvis
it a palatable taste, as well as proving
a benefit to the fowls. Agriculture
pltomlst.
Superior to the Mule.
The greatest hybrid that the world
has ever known is the mule. This Is
a cross between the horse and the asa
The resultant mule was, however, jar-
re n, and the possibility of developing
a more perfect type through selection
did not exist. The mule had to be
taken as he was and made the most f
At that he has borne the brunt of corn
field labor at home and tugged the na
tion's cannon into the ever-advancing
frontier. He has surpassed both the
horse and the ass that bred him in
many ways. The zebra is evidently a
creature superior In every way to the
mule, and it Is believed, with selecton
and scientific breeding, It will take a
place in the world that will tend to re
tire the latter, and, possibly, the horse.
om the field of action.
Value of Humua la Soil,
The value of humus in the soil is
not only that It supplies an element of
plant food, but that It absorbs mois
ture and Is an obstacle to evaporation
says the Rural Callfornlan. It also
prevents soil erosion and waste. The
most successful farmer is the one who
takes the most pains to utilize every
element of his farm products that con
tributes humus to the soil. This Is
especially Important in localities where
the surface Is uneven or broken, and
the earth is not firm, or, in- other
words, is easily eroded by rainfall.
Points Pruning-.
Do not choose the dormant season
to cut back trees that are growing too
fast to be fruitful; It will only make
them grow the faster In the spring.
Walt till they are In full flush of
growth in May or June if you want to
drive their surplus energies Into fruit
buds. Be sure to carry a paint pot
along with the pruners, and whenever
a limb as much as an inch in diame
ter is cut off, cover the wound with oil
and white letd to keen out dampness
and the entrance of fungi spores that
will produce rot In the spring this
cover Is not so necessary, for as soon
as growth begins the tree will begin
to cover Its wounds with new wood
that will creep over it from s-U m.
Kuril Wor
MAIL BOX TBOIXEY LINE.
The Former' Automobile.
While automobiles are expensive
vehicles, In a sense, they are dally
becoming less bo. Improvements In
methods, materials and knowledge have
made a cheaper car possible and the
fact that the purchasers of fancy cars
are already supplied has caused man
ufacturers to devote their energies to
turning out a car that Is medium
priced and of high quality. A new
field for the marketing of the product
of their factories was necessary and
this field was found among the farm
ers. High-priced, fancy cars would not
go with them, but quality would, and
those manufacturers who were shrewd
enough to make a car of high qual
ity at a reasonable price have found
ready customers among the farmers.
It Is estimated that there are now
In use about 100,000 automobiles among
the farmers of this country and some-'
thing like 6,000 of these are' In Kan
sas. They are great favorites among
the dairy farmers as time savers In the
delivery of milk, but they are no less
so among other farmers, who find in
them a means of rapid transit without
disturbing the farm teams. The new
farm automobile is here to stay.
K ansa 8 Farmer.
Wheat for Lay-In: Hens.
Many farmers grow and sell wheat,
but they do not feed any of It to their
chickens. Wheat is one of the best
egg-producing feeds, and It will pay
to feed it to the hens at all season ,
even when it is above a dollar a bush
el. Wheat is similar In composition to
milk and eggs; It contains nearly ill
the elements In right proportion for
perfect animal growth and mainte
nance. A little of it will go a long
way in feeding.
A Merciless Parasite.
The flcus macrophylla, commonlj
called the Moreton Bay flg, is a merci
less Australian parasitical growth, says
a writer in the Wide World magazine.
It takes root In the forks of Its host
tree (which In this case Is a Queens
land bloodwood) and ultimately smoth
ers the latter and usurps Its place as
an Independent tree. Many valuable
trees in the scrubs of Queensland art
destroyed in this manner.
Certlned Milk Pars Best.
Certified milk sells In all large citle.
for about twice the price of othei
milk. It is absolutely clean, no impuri
ties being allowed to get Into thi
milk. A layer of fine cheesecloth Is'
stretched over the milk pall, a layet
of absorbent cotton is placed upon that,
then another piece of cheesecloth.
There Is no sediment In the bottom ol
the milk vessels of milk treated Is
this way. It's not expensive, either.
Ensilage and Alfalfa Peed.
The scientific ration for a cow gi
Ing twenty pounds of milk with 4 par
cent of butter fat a good average
dairy cow Is forty-five pounds of en
silage and ten pounds of alfalfa hay a
day. Ensilage costs about J2 a ton and
alfalfa about $10 a ton. Thus the
cow feed cost of 9 cents a day, which
is more than a third cheaper than
could be sustained on an ordinary
corn ration.
Protect the Grindstone,
A grindstone should never be left ex
posed to the sun. The weight of .at
handle will always cause one portion
of the stone to remain uppermost, and
this from exposure will reach a differ
ent degree of hardness from the under
side, so that after a while the stone
will be ground out of circle. If the
stone hag to stand In the open a flat
box can easily be obtained to serve .4
a cover.
Meat Barrel Cover.
This sketch shows a meat barre
cover that can't be beat. Get a barrel
that has top and bot
tom and saw It through
In the middle, making
two tubs. Use these tubs
for covers on meat bar
rels by turning them
over the barrels as
shown In the sketch
and .they will assuredly
keep out the dust and
moisture.
Tenting; Earas In Incubator.
During Incubation, eggs should b
tested on the seventh and fourteenth
days. At the first test the air cell
should measure about a quarter of an
inch; on the tenth day, one-half inch;
on the fifteenth day, five-eighths of an
inch; nineteenth day, three-quarters ol
an Inch. The measurement should he
taken from the middle of the large
end.
Cars of Horses' Teeth,
Horses seldom suffer from decayed
teeth, but because of the upper teeth
closing on the lower ones a little on
the outside points are sometimes found
which lacerate the cheek or penetrate
the gums, creating a tenderness that
prevents the proper mastication of
food, annoying the horse so much that
he falls away very rapidly.
Mixture for Pasture.
Minnesota farmers have found sir
pounds of timothy, five pounds of
white clover, three pounds of Ken
tucky blue grass, and one nound of
red top seed per acre, to be an excel
lent mixture for pastures. If the
ground Is Inclined to be wet, the red
wm .am discs 01 me timothy.