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. s (A . .... ; K DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, AND THE BEST INTEREST5 OF OREGON. j VOL. 11. OREGON CITY, OREGON, THURSDAY, MAY 24, 1877. NO. 31. i i " - " 1 i . . . -' - - . .. , o THE ENTERPRISE. A LOCAL NEWSPAPER FOR THE fariurr, llainf M iu irl Futuily Circle ISSUED EVERY THURSDAY. PROPRIETOR AND rVBLISHEn. Official Paper for Clackamas County. Office: In KuterjjrlHe llulliliujj. One door South of Masonic Building, Main Stre et. Q'Xmu of Surncrijtioii : Single Copy, one year, la advance Single Copy, six months, in advance.. . . 52 50 1 50 Term oCAdirrtUiue: Tr&usieut advertisements, including all legal notices, per square of twelve liuts, one. week $ 2 .j0 Fur each subsequent icBertiun 100 One Culuiuu. one year 120 00 Half Column, one year t0 00 quarter Column, one year -10 00 Business Card, one square, cue year , 12 00 SOCIETY NOTICES. OREGON LODGE, No. 3, I. O. O. F. Meets every Thursday Evening, at,-- 734 o'clock, in Odd Fellows' Hall. i. irfS " Main Street. Members of the Order - H A. am invited to attend. " By order of X. G. REBECCA DEGREE LODGE, No. 2, j. u. u. r., meets on the Second and f -Fourth Tuesday Eveninasof each month, X at 7 3 o'clock. In the Odd Fellows' Hall.J! Members of the Decree are Invited U itteud. FALLS ENCAMPMENT, No. 4. I. O. O. F.. meet at Odd Fellows' Hall on the First and Third Tuesday of each month. Patriarchs in good standing are invited to attend. MULTNOMAH LODGE, No. 1. A. F. ti A. M.. holda it regiilar communi- iBuuiiii uu tuts xin.ii ami iiura naiuranys. of September to the '2t!th of March; and 7J4 o'clock from the i'th of Mar.h to the ' V 20th of September. Brethren in (;ood standing are Invited to attend. By order of W. M. BUSINESS CARDS. J. W. MORRIS, I'liy.sicima uixi Ntirjroosi. OFFICE ASH BF.SIDF.NCK : On Fourth Street, at foot of Cliff Stairway. tf CHARLES KNIGHT, 3 CAN BY, OREGON, BMiysician ami Druggist. Prescriptions carefullv filled at short notice. ja7-tf PAUL BOYCE, iVI. D., .sioiaii and Surgeon. Oreoos City, Onr.r.ox. Chronic Diseases and DtFcases of Women and CUildren a specialty. . " i- 1 Tii"M alwnvs rcauv whf n &UJ'), '-ll duty calls DR. JOHN WELCH, $m D E N T I S T . OFFICE IN OREGON CITY , OREGON. Highest cash price paid for County Orders. JOHNSON & McCOWN, ATTORNEYS M COUNSELORS AT LAW OREGON CITY, OREGON. Will practice in all the Courts of the Slate. Special attention Riven to rases in the United States Land OtHce at Oregon City. Sapr'72 tf i '. L. T. BAR1N, ATTOItXEY AT LAW. O OREGON CITY, OREGON. Will practice in all lh- Courts of the State. Uovl, '73-tf W. H. HICHFIELD, II H t IX 11 1 fill O 1 tslllC'O ' lit. One door North of Tope's Hall,' tf ti nt.. oii:(.i. c itv, oitt:ii. An asBortmrnt of Watches, Jewtlrv, and Seth Thomas' Weight Clocks, all of which are warrantea to oe as renresenteii. f-'jaS tyuepairing done on short notice; and thuukiul for past patronage. Calt I'aiil lor Count' Orders. JOHN M. BACON, DE.VLEU IN BOOKS, STATIONERY, PICTURE FRAME3, MOULDINGS AND MISCEL LANEOUS GOODS. i ittniiN n iii: to oitit:ic. Obeoos Crrr, Obeoos. fcJ"At tlie Post Otlice, Main Street, west side. uovl, '73-tf O J. R. GOLDSMITH, C Collector and Solioiloa. rOKTLAM, oi:r(;ox. C"715est of roferciuvs given. dci 25-'77 HARDWARE, IRON AND STEEL, Hubs, S polios, atinis. OAK, ASH AND HICKORY PLANK. XUKTIIRI P .1 TllttMI'MIV marSl.'Tft-tf rortUml, Oregon. J. H. SHEPARD, HOOT AX1 siior, stoui:, One door North of Ackermau Bros. 7"Boot3 and Shoes made and repaired as chcan as the cheapest. ,u)vl 3.tf 1 MILLER, CHURCH & CO. CPAT THE HIGHEST PRICE FOR WHEAT, At all times, at the OREGON CITY MILLS. And hav on hand FEED and FLOUR to sUl. at market rates. Parties desiring Feed must furnish ck. novri tf A. C. WALLING'S lioiiecr ISook ISiiiclcry l ittock's Building, cor. of Stark and Front Sts., I'OKTLAM). OUF.tiOX. BLANK BOOKS RULED AND BOUND TO ANY deaired pattern. Music Bo ks. Magazines, Newspaper, etc., bound in every variety of style known to the trade. Orders from the countrv promptly attended to. n0vl. '75-tf " OREGON CITY BREWERY. b.Sein.1 P"rchRl the above Brewerv. Jow Df0,rU.1 the I",blic thllt hey are'ii) qnllity P d U manufacture a No. 1 CsM; Or LAGER BEER OrdAoiic," Vtained nhe in 'the State. vruer aoucited and promptly filled. TO One word ia too oft n profaned For me to profnne it ; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother. And pity trim tbee more dear Thau love from another. I may give not what men call lova, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the heaveus reject not ? The deaire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion of something afar. From the sphere of our sorrow. hum i:- o.ui.vci. Shelley. L( EBEN E.BE1FOCD. Home holds sucn tender meUiOries ! The wanderer dreams of it, and sees The hearth round which, in other days. The household tjathertd. and once more He treads the old, familiar ways And enters at the open door. He sees the thing lie used to see In one swift glunce, but lingers not ; Home holds the sweetest memory For him, cf any earthly upot. He turns to where his mother sits Beside the window, as she knits Her thoughts in with her stitches gray. And " mother !" cries the wanderer then, " Your boy's come back to you to-day And wauts a mother's kiss again !" What rapture kindles in her eyes ! Her tender face is all aglow I Oh ! can it be my boy?" she cries, " The boy that mother misses so." Her kiss is on his lips again. She folds him to her faithful breast; Ah ! though her boys have grown to men There's room for him and all the rest. Oh, mother-love so true, so deep ! lhe hearts of mothers always keep A warm place for each child whose eyes Havo made them dream of Paradise. The years may come and years ma.y go, Gold-locks or brown be hid in snow. And cheeks be white where rose-tints shone ; But, young and fair, or older grown The mother in her heart will hold A love that never can grow old. From tho French of Henry Grevillo. NIKITA, THE MISER. Nikita Ylassiefi was bora in tho reign of Catherine of Eussia, who died in 179G, but his memory went no further back than the war of 1812. The Russian peasant has very little memory for past events, unless indeed he gives up farm labor, and expands his intelligence by trading. "What jiossible reminis?nses can a man have who never saw any change except the changes of tho seasons, for whom all other things remain tho same as they were on the day he was born ? There are, however, two dates which have made a deep impression on the Rus sian peasant's mind ; one is February 9, (1'.), lvSGl, the date of the emancipation of tho serfs throughout the empire, tho other is 1812, tho date of the French in vasion. Nikita was a serf on a very large estate Gc'.Tr ip, of Smolensk. His life till IS 12 had been passed in the usual monotony. He had been married, had half a dozen children, had lost three of them ; his stalwart form was getting somewhat bowed by scanty food, and by hard labor he paid his dues regularly to Ins master in days' work or in kind, and got tipsy no oftener than his neighbors, when a rumor got abroad that the Mus selruen were al tacking Holy liussia. By "Musselmen" the Iiussian peas ants meant "all foreigners," at that day, and even now iu distant provinces of the empire it is more than likely that he still calls every stranger a Mussehnan or pagan, so strong is the impression left by three centuries of struggle with the Turks upon the national memory. No newspaper ever circulated on tho estate of a great proprietor why should it? since nobody on the estate could read ex cept the proprietor himself, the parish priest, or the family chaplain. 13ut love of counJry needs no book learning to nourish it. When news came of the French invasion, every crea ture who could carry arms shouldered his scythe, his fork, or pickaxe, and made ready for the enemy. Tho route of the advancing host did not pass near Nikita's village, the inhab itants of which growled at the- disap pointment, and sullenly waited for their turn. Uiev had not long to wait When the first snow came the French army was in full retreat from Moscow,' and this time tho line of march was not so well preserved. Tho main bodv in deed followed its route, but many a col umn lost its wa3', and so surely as any parry attempted a short cut it never re joined its regiment. Tho peasauts had laid plans how they would hide in ambush, m woods, ravines, and brushwood, to defend their countrv. The country vmnted no defending now, but they were eager .to avenge her. Forty years later Nikita, who had for gotten the incidents of his wedding, and tho ages of his children, distinctly recol leeted all that happened at that day. " I came down on them," he wonld growl under his breath, with his grey bleary eyes lighted up with the recollec tion. " the pagan dogs, who came to at tack our country! But we got rid of them. At first wo cut them off with picks, and sevthes. and axes, but after wards we killed them with their dead men's guns. J had never seen a gun till then, but I soon learnt how to shoot one, and when all who could run had run away, we buried the rest of them. Hi ! but there were lots of guns, and swords, and knajisacks, and everything ! . We loaded carts full of them. We sold them in the towns and shared the money. Hadn't I money at that time? hadn't I though ? I never thought there was so much money in the world as I saw then." The proverb says, "ill-gotten gains will never prosper."" Nikita prospered how ever in a small way; and it may be ques tioned whether arms and munitions stolen from invaders on their retreat can be justly considered " ill-gotten." This is a matter that we leave to moral istsperhaps it will be solved only at the Last Judgment. Nikita's fortune, however, was not that of a millionaire. He bought two cows, and, with the money made bv butter, in troduced into his village the'use of pins, and tiny looking glasses, and other sim ilar wares, reddling these knicknacks from town to hamlet, and frpm hamlet to town, he accumulated a good deal of latent rheumatism, brought on a slight stroke of paralysis, and scraped together in all about twenty-five silver roubles ; the silver rouble' being equal to one dollar. A commercial crisis swept over Rus sia in those days, taking its revenge on capital and accumulation, but it did no damage to the capital of Nikita, for his was in hard cash and not in paper. When he found himself possessed of twenty-five silver roubles, all in small silver or copper coins, which he had tied in an old rag, and hid in a hole in tho Avail, he grew full of anxiety about their future safety. A peasant family in Russia lives like the Esquimaux, in one hut, containing only one large room, sometimes divided by a thin partition. Generation after generation inhabits tho same cabin ; grandparents, aunts, uncles, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, infants and little children sleep at night cn top of the enormous stove, which occupies the centre of the room, enclosed in abrickr work, and standing a couple of feet or so from the ground. In Summer they re pose on wooden benches which stand round the chamber. Occasionally on, very hot nights some of them go and sleep upon the haymow ; but this is a raro piece of self-indulgence. In the first place the Russian peasant always dreads a draught ; in the next the hay lofts are filled full after hay-harvest, be sides which animals always dislike hay that a man has lain upon, and a mer chantable crop is too precioii3 to have anything subtracted from its value. So Nikita did not feel comfortable about his roubles. The two sons and the daughter who lived with him had a whole hive of children. It was proba ble, he thought, that some of them might one day come upon his hiding place, and then small copper coins would disappear, and after that some of the silver, and by-and-by he might come to look for it and find it gone. lhe old man at last resolved to make one more journey to the-nearest city, lie borrowed the cart and horse of his oldest son, put on hi3 Sunday sheepskin, was absent all one night, and the next day returned home again, in gay spirits. and a little tipsy, with his hand pressed tight against his chest, an attitude unu sual with him before. " Ah, my little chicks," ho cried, "my twenty-five roubles have all turned into a bit of paper ! A beautiful bit of lilac paper, sewed up in a little parcel. Crranddaddy means to sleep with it ev ery night, look you ! and you know he always sleeps with one eye open. Ah, ah, you young rogues, it is all safe! No more picking and stealing !" lhe little ones who very probably had found out his old rag, and may have filched an occasional copper from his store, did not appear to share his ex treme hilarity, whereupon he kicked several of them, pulled tho two young est by the ears, and lay down upon the stove to sleep off both his liquor and his excitement on the occasion. From that time forth the old man never did a stroke of work, but sat basking in the sunshine, while every body round him toiled from morning to night. "It's your turn now," he said between h:s teeth, when he saw his household co- ing forth to labor for their master, "I've paid all he can ask of me. I've made my fortune. I've brought you into the world, and fed you till you grew to be men and women. Now take care of the old man. When you are old your children will have to look after you." When they were gone, the old fellow wov.lldraw out of his bosom the cal ico bag which contained tho batik-note. He would turn it ovr and over, smell it, make the paper cracklo between his fingers and thumbs. One day a sudden terror seized upon him. He ran and got a sharp pointed knife, came back into the sun before the cabin, and began to cut the stitches of his little parcel. A dread ful arprehension had arisen in his mind Suppose that by witchcraft the lilac paper should have lost its value? Sup- pose someoouy nai cnangea ic lor a piece of plain, white, vulgar, useless paper? His hands trembled so much that he could not manage the knife properly. He cut himself and threw it down, and used his teeth to tear away the stitches. His eyes glistened with excitement as he undid the precious folds, lhere it lay It was still lilac still his bank note. It was worth twenty-five silver roubles still. Nikita smoothed it lovingly. He held it up to the sun, looked at the light throuerh it. marked out the outline of the water-mark (the double-headed easrle) with his finger, and then, as if intoxicated by the sight of his wealth and moved to physical complacency by the warmth of the spring day, he went to whispering loving words on it, patting it and blessing it as if it were a child. A shadow came between him and the sun. Nikita raised Ins neacl witn a start of consternation, but when his an crv eves rested on the intruder, their expression became less fierce. He pull ed off his cap, and rose to greet his pas tor. " Are vou not ashamed, Nikita, ' said the priest, "tobe so fond of money? Ynnr children are working themselves to death for want of a second horse, and there you have, sewed up in a bag, mncli more than enough tobuy one. "My sons have got to work for their own horse, parson, repiieu ih.ua "and it is only right they should. worked in my time and nobody gave mA a horse. Besides a horse may die and then what becomes of my money?" "Well von miffht lav it out in some thing else," replied the pastor. Father .Takim was an excellent man, mVoti tn speculative investiga tions and discoveries. He was very fond of making his parishioners talk, to find oaiioQmM "what men had hidden 'n tl.cn" emils " "You never gave a taper to the Holy T"I.nrir Tinr tn TOUT patron saint," he said. " Do you expect them at the day rt inmnont tr mnke intercession for J L. J U V AAA W U V you?" "Flenty of time to provide for that,'' replied Nikita. "Time!" cried the priest, " what do you meau by time, j-ou hoary sinner? You are on the grave's verge." ' "No, not so bad as that, good father. I am perfectly well at present," said Nikita. "Old man, how old are you?" "I don't know, your reverence." "How old were vou in 1812?" "About thirty."" "Well, thn, you must be hard upon seventy years old, and you talk about having plenty of time before you! Repent of your sins now, while now God is pleased to spare you." " All right. I will repent father." "And about those tapers?" "All right, too. I'll attend to theni. riease give me your blessing, father." He knew the good priest's blessing would cost nothing, otherwise tho old rascal would have dispensed with the ben diction. The pastor gave it him, how ever, and went away, amused by this peep at the queer weaknesses of human nature. A fortnight after (Nikita had done nothing about the tapers) his son's horse justified the expression he had expressed concerning horseflesh as an investment, for it died, as it had lived, in the cart, engaged in its daily labor. This was a great misfortune to the whole family. A horse is as important as the shirt on his back to the Russian serf. Tho fields in Russia lie fallow three years out of four, and the great distance things have to bo carried upon these enormous farms make a horso absolutely necessary, even if the peasant and his family have to live on one meal a day for a year to pay for it. Nikita's sons determined to implore their father to lend them money enough to buy a horse. Horses are not dear in Russia. Before the Crimean war a very good little work-horse might be bought for twelve or fifteen roubles. On Suiday when they all came home from church, before sitting dowu to table, the brothers threw themselves at tneir latncrs leet, ana Holding up their hands, they both cried, "Give us blessing! Nikita auietly waited the request that would follow this preamble. "You know our horso is dead," said the elder. "WTe cannot afford to buy another," said tho younger. les, said Nikita. " Trovidence seems to have been very hard on you. We are told that the Lord chastens those he loves." "Lend us the money to buy a horse!" cried the elder. "We will all pray God to bless vou, forever and ever!" cried the younger. The whole family, women, children and infants, who were standing by, now fell upon their knees before the head of tho family. The old man put his hand inside his shirt, and patted the little bag hung round his neck bv a string. "May the Lord take pity on 3'ou," he said; "I can do nothing for you." "Oh, father, our protector, our bene factor, our dear father!" they all cried, in that note of supplication, which rises a full Qptave higher than the highest note of the greatest tenor, "help us; take pity on U9!" AY ith a gesture they could all under stand, Nikita stopped his ears. The supplication ceased. . "There are Jews," said the old man; "you must borrow." He sat down at the table; and no one saia anotuer word, lor a lvussian s res pect for the head of his family is so great that no one dared to push petition or remonstrance further, nor did any one even dream of stealing his little property. Most likely his sons called him, behind his back, Old Nick, dog-in-the-manger, and whatever else is Russian for expressions of that kind, but no one was wanting for a moment in deferential consideration. They went to a Jew. Nikita eaid truly, "There are plenty of Jews in Russia." There are plenty there and elsewhere. The best portion of the poor peasant's earnings finds its way into the clutches of the Jews. A new horse filled the old stall in the stable, and things went on as before, excepting that the economy of the fam ily was more severe than ever. Nikita, however, insisted upon having ail the comforts he was accustomed to. 'It was not my fault," he observed, "that the horse died. I want my kvass and my tea, as I have always had." His daughter gave it to him eating less and toiling more. But it was not she who fell ill. Foetical justice does take place sometimes; it was Nikita. One evening he remained too long after the sunset on the bank of the river. He had a high fever in the night, and a severe chill the next day, when he lay on the top of the enormous stove, shiv ering under a great pile of cloaks and sheepskins. Two or three days passed. He got no better. Now and then he asked for drink in a hoarse voice, when the little grandson, left to wait on him, would give him the kvass jug. The sick man would eagerly drink the sour bev erage, and turning round without a word of thanks, would go off into a doze again. The fourth day his condition began to alarm the family. The Russian peasant seldom takes much notice of the suffer ings of any member of his household, and very rarely any of his own. The spirit of fatalism and unlimited resigna tion, which is the most marked feature in his character, leads him to look on sickness and on death as disagreeable but inevitable things, to be accepted like a change of temperature, a storm of wind or any other accident of the sea sons. But" Nikita was the head of the family. His life was more precions than one of their own. His eldest son proposed to him to bring the midwife. Don't smile, O sons of cities! for the world turns round. Our modern ques tion about women doctors was practi tically settled once upon a time; was unsettled about one hundred years since, and has now come up for recon sideration. It is the midwife the sage fenime who sets the broken bones, binds up important wounds, gives sim ple remedies for human nature's various ills, in remote villages, not only in Rus sia, but in mere civilized countries, even at the present day. "The devil take your midwife,"snarled the sick man; "time enough to send for her when I am dying." "It is not so very far to the town," put in the second son at' length; "sup pose we go and get the doctor." Nikita hardly let him finish his sug gestion before he flung a wooden bowl which had contained some gruel at him. Tho missile struck him on one side of the head, and tho poor fellow stood half stunned a'nd quite bewildered by the effects of his kind words, as he wiped some drops of the cold gruel from his face with the sleeve of his jacket. "The doctor! Yes, indeed! You must be very anxious to see my precious money pass into other hands my money that I took such pains and care to scrape together! You would not think of pay ing the old thief for coming here to see me? You would all of you come wail ing about your poverty to me. and say ing piteously, 'Father," we haven't got a cent she cured you.' Deuce take you, every one of you ! " Nikita fell fell back as he said this, and spoke not another word that day. That night he was no belter. His breathing was so difficult that the fami ly got frightened. This time they sent for the priest. "Bah! he's not very sick," thought Father Jakim, the moment he saw him. ne drew near the stove, sat down upon a stool, and spoke to the old sin ner. "Nikita Vlassief," he said solemnlj-, "I've come to see you, to speak of the mercies of the Lord and his divine com passion." "Good evening, good evening," groAvled out the patient savagely. "You are very sick, my poor old friend. God has panished you at last. I told you you were not laying uj friends for yourelf when trouble was al hand. You see what happens when we put off too long." "True, true," said Nikita, in a feeble voice, "I have been a great sinner. May God have mercy on me." "Well make up for lost time now, and, to show you ara in earnest, offer some tall wax tapers to your patron saint, and to Michael tho archangel, and the Blessed Virgin." Nikita's face grew grim. He kept silence. The priest repressed a smile. "Has anything gone wrong with you?" he said, changing the subject to one more acceptable to the sick man. "Who has been worrying you?" "All of them?" cried Nikita, shaking his fist at his family. "They are all in a plot to make me give up my money. A little while ago that wretched horse took it into his head to die; then this morning they wanted to go and fetch the doctor; and you, too, your reverence excuse muf I speak it out you want my money." "Not for myself, but for the Church," said Father Jakim, gently. "You or the Church, it's all the same to me you want my money. I'll never give it to you! You can have it when I'm dead I'll have a handsome funeral, and you can burn as many tapers as you please! Do you hear that, you?" cried lie, shaking hi3 clenched fist again at his sons. "Even when I'm dead I'll have it all. You shall not have a ho peck of it when I'm gone." "Gently, gently," said the clegvman. "There is no use iu exciting yourself when nobody contradicts you. Listen to me. When you are dead, and Satan has got hold of your poor soul, what will be the use of burning tapers round your coffin? Now is tho time to bring forth fruits meet for repentance, to do good works, to give of your abundanca to the poor. You won't have far to go to find them. Your family is far from rich, you give them a gnat deal of trouble, to say nothing of bad language and cross words. Come! give them a little of your money, and I'll say pray ers for nothing for your soul." "No!" cried Nikita,. "no! You can pray for me after I'm dead, and my money shall pay for it. But till then, if you think I need your prayers you will have to pray for nothing. I shan't give you any of my money. I am tired now, begone! Go away, all of you!" Kind hearted Father Jakim, thus dis missed, went home, and passing into the church prayed gratis for the sinner. That night Nikita went out of his mind. He fancied every one was after his precious lilac bank note, and hurled defiance at imaginary robbers. His sons sent for Father Jakim, but the old man could not recognize him. "You shan't have it! You shan't have it," he cried, in a piercing scream. "No. I'd rather tear it up! I'd rather throw it away." And all of a sudden he seized the lit tle parcel which hung round his neck. and tearing at it with his teeth and nails, got out the note. He put it into his moutu, roneu ic rouna lor iiair a minute with his tongue, and swallowed it whole! He came near choking, and called for water. After drinking, he sprang upon bis leet, witn iury in Ms eyes. "Ha! ha!" he cried. "You'll never get it now! I'll keep it safe. I've cir cumvented you. The family in utter consternation, did not say a word. It had all taken place so suddenly mat tne priest could hard ly believe his eyes. The delirium subsided before sunrise. Nikita fell into a deep sleep with pro- luse perspiration. lhe priest went home to his own house much troubled by what had hap pened. "It was lucky for those poor people that I was there," he said. "If he ever comes to himself the effect upon him may be dreadful, and he wonld certainly accuse them all of beincr robbers." We should not like to affirm that swallowing a twenty dollar note is a certain cure for bilious fever, but in this case the imperial lilac note worked wonders. After sleeping quietly for fourteen hours, Nikita awoke quite well but very weak, having foi gotten all that had taken place in his delirium. For three days he did not find out the dreadful loss that had befallen him. His frightened family took good care not to tell him that his precious lilac paper was no more. But by degrees his usual gestures and his usual thoughts came back to him. He fingered the lit tle bag that still hung round his neck, and horror of horrors! there was nothing there! "The wretches! O the rascals!" he cried furiously. "They havo robbed me ! They have robbed me !" They sent for the priestj who, after detailing several times over what had taken place in his presence, at last suc ceeded in convincing the old man that he had, Jiter'illy Jvl metaphorically. swallowed up ms lortune. "God ha? been pleased to punish you for your hard-heartedness to your own family," he said, for ho felt it was his duty to speak plainly. "The rest of your life mrst now be passed in pover ty. Accept it, my poor fellow, as the punishment of your pride. Receive thankfully henceforth your daily bread from the hands of those dutiful chil dren you have treated so unkindly. You will find your loss will make no difference in their treatment. You have "been always wrong in supposing they had interested motives in being kind to you. Repent of your uncharitableness, and ask God to pardon you." From that time forth, for mmy weeks, Nikita never uttered a single word;-he seemed to bo always in a kind of stupor. They carried him daily into the open air, for he was unable to, walk. He would sit for hours in the sanshine (it was then tho height of summer) pat ting the little bag upon his beast,"not seeming to notice anything around him. He had a good arpetite, however, and his strength returned. One day, by the help of a 6taff, he crawled out bv himself to his favorite seat in the sun shine. "Be off now, bo off, all of you! ' he cried to his children and grandchildren. Jie on and let me alone. I don t want you any more. I am well now." Ihese were the first words he had spoken since his misfortune. They thought he was all risht aauin. and went their ways, for it was harvest time, and every hand was wanted to reap, or rake, or bind. lowards nightfall his daughter, who always came home -a little before the rest to prepare their meal, came in sight of the cottage. She did not see him seated on his bench. She hurried forward. Her heart beat with a vacrue fear. She entered the dwelling. He was not there. She rati into the villacre. Nobody had seen him. She then hur ried to meet her husband and her brothers. Thay came in haste, but could not find him. At last, as one of them was takincr the horso into the stable, he found he could not open the door. He pushed harder something heavy swung against it with a thud. Nikita had hung himself to the great beam just inside the stable. His right hand was stiffened over the emjty bag, which, even in death, he was pressing to his bo3oin. He had not Ion o; survived the loss of his dear piece of lilac iaper. LiMel's Lie i tig Age. Sleet the Best Brain Stimulaxt. The best possible thing for a man to do when he feels too weak to carry any thing through, is to go to bed and sleep as long as he can. This is the only recuperation of brain power, the only actual recuperation of brain force; be cause during sleep the brain is in a state of rest, in a condition to receive and ao- projn'iate particles of nutriment from the blood, which take tho place of those which have been consumed by previous labor, since the very act of thinking burns up the solid particles, as every turn of the wheel or screw of the steamer'is the result of consumption by tire of fuel in the furnace. The sujjply of consumed brain substance can only be had from the nutritive particles in the blood, which were obtained from the food eaten previously ; and the brain is so constituted that it can best receive and appropriate to itself those nutritive particles during a state of rest, of quiet and stillness of sleep. Mere stimulants supply nothing in themselves; they goad the brain and force it to a greater consumption of its substance until it is so exhausted that there is not power enough left to receive a supply. Herald of Health. ForriNG it "Gravely." An Irish girl, who was very anxious that her scatter-brained brother should not be refused by the demure young English woman with whom he had fallen des perately in love, implored him to try to propose with the seriousness becoming the occasion. He vowed solemnly that he w-ould behave as'if Le were acting as chief mourner at his father's funeral, lhe demnre young lady, in imitation of many of her countrywomen, graciously accepted her wild Irish lover. She, however, confided to her bosom friend that Edmund had proposed 'in rather an odd way. ' He had taken her after church to see the family vault, and had there, in a sepulchral voice, asked her if she would like to lay her bones be side his bones. This he evidently thought was a proper way to fulfill the promise made to his sister of treating the matter with becoming seriousness. To Get Even with: Him. They were husband and wife, and as they stood be fore the Capitol in Washington, she asked: "What's that figure on top?" "That's a goddess," he answered. "And what's a goddess?" "A woman who holds her tongue," he replied. She looked at him sideways, and then began planning how to make peach pie with the stones in it for the benefit of his sore tooth. Erie Dispatch. Farents who make their first boy an " idol son " generally have an idle son when he reaches man's estate. FeedinsYonns Calves. As we have seen, fresh milk is the best food for the young calf, and the most natural method of taking it is for the calf to draw it from the udder of its mother. But there are many consider ations that come in to prevent thi3 nat ural method among the 500,000 dairy men of the United States. This nat nrai method is only practicable among the breeders of pure-blooded and high priced stock ; and if such breeder of high blood is located in a dairying dis trict, where milk is valuable, it is quite unnecessary that he should feed new milk longer than two months. After that period the calf may be fed upon the skim milk and linseed or flax seed gruel, with an excellent chance of growing a prize animal. In two months the calf will have made an excellent stri and. 1" . rondy for the modified diet. And if the calf is.to ' ivnght to drink, it is better to do th whn ten days' or two weeks old. It will learn easier at that age than later, and the cow will give more milk through the season than if the calf is permitted to suck longer. The milk being fed warm from the mother, the calf w ill make a growth not perceptibly different from one that sucks. This bl oded calf should have the free run of a dry yard, with a little hay or grass to eat, that it may early develope its first stomach and chew its cud. A small field of grass in summer is still better. When the time comes for feeding the skim milk, the ration may be made about as nutritious as tho new milk by adding to it flaxseed gruel, made by boiling a pint of oil meal in ten to twelve quarts of water. Mix this in equal parts with skim milk, and feed blood warm. Let the calf have its fill twice per day, at regular times, until six months old. During this time teach it to eat a few oats, and in caso of a tendency to scour, give, for a meal or two, in the milk, a quart of coarse wheat flour, someiimes called by farmers canel. It will be perceived that the oil of the flaxseed will make good the loss of the cream in the milk in fact, it is a ration as rich as milk itself; and we Lave seen calves raised upon it quite the pqnal of calves running with the dam. WTe have also used flaxseed and pea meal to make th grcel to mix with the skim milk, and it it has proved an excellent combination. Cor. Xatioual Lire Stock Journal. Horse Dentistry. An inquirer asks advice about a young horse which froths at the mouth when driven, though apparently in good health and fed like the others not simi larly affected. There is doubtless some irritation connected with teething. The mouth should be opened with a balling-iron and the teeth examined w ith the hand, so that any irregularity in growth, any retention of milk teeth that should have been shed when the corresponding permanent teeth appear ed, or any under prominence or sharp ness of the edges of the teeth may be recognized. Any such source of trouble must be removed with the forceps or rasp, and improvement may be expect ed. Sometimes there is great iritation attendant on the cutting of the tusks, and if they are found pushing up be neath the tense red and tender gums, they &hould"be cut down upon freely with a sharp knife. If there is only un natural redness, prominence and ten derness of the palate behind the upper front teeth, make a series of incisions at intervals of about three-quarters of an inch from side to side, and not ex tending further back than two thirds of an inch from the teeth. A dose of laxa tive medicine, or an ounce of Glauber and common salt daily in the food, will do much to remove the irritation. Mr. Fowle, who writes of a horse treated for lam pas, should see that the animal is not suffering from catting the tnsks, and, if necessary, lance them. Some horses, too, hayo the edge of the lower jawbone so sharp that they must be driven with the gentlest hand on the rein, or even with a rubber-covered bit. If there is only congested palate, give a laxative (Barbadoes aloes, 4 drams; gentian, 1 dram; extract hyosya mus, 1 dram; made into a ball with mo lases) , feed daily thereafter 2 ounces of Glauber salts, and scarify the swollen and tender palate with a kniie for a dis tance not exceeding half an inch behind the front teeth. When will the true nobility of a heu be understood ? Hens are not machines. They are reasoning, thinking beings. If there is one sight more impressive than another it is a hen thinking. If you want to make a hen lay. get on her best side. Work on her feelings. This can be done by studying her nature and learning her tastes. This accomplished, go to work to show her that you are her friend, and not a grinding, grasping leech, with no higher ambition than worming eggs out of her. When a hen sees that you love her and respect her, that you are truly her friend, that you are in active sympathy with her Teach ings out for the undefinable in nature, she will just turn her toes in, tighten her jaws, and fairly fill the entire at mosphere with eggs. You can't lay for a hen with food tricks. A hen despises concealment. Danbury 2ieres. The quality of food from a well-fed apple tree is altogether superior to that of a half-starved tree of the same variety. Very few farmers think it profitable to bring poorly-fed beef to to market, and there ought to be very few who think it profitable to raise poorly-fed apples. Let U3 have fat apples as well as fat beef. Feed the apple trees. Top dress with ashes, muck, or barn manure. Apply super phosphates, bone dust, and potash salts. Lexcistoii Journal. The Berkshire ice product is so clear that a newspaper may be read through three feet of it. Exchange And next summer some young men may be able to see double by simply looking too long through a two-inch lump of it in a glass. Xorrisloxcn Herald. li ft;! M fll i ff I :h C0URT3SX OF BANCROFT LIBRARY,