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r,W-'-;-.. '' f . .Vj - ?r t s f ! o DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, AND THE BEST INTERESTS OF OREGON. - . VOL. 11. OREGON CITY, OREGON, THURSDAY, AGUUST 23, 1877. NO. 44. Iliti iiP ifliif iirrr imt ill u-m ilr II V III I W HI 111 - It 111 111' y - : i O v.? O O 4 J THE ENTERPRISE. A LOCAL NEVSrAPER FOR T H T. I'aruier, Bmlneui Hm and family Circle ISRTD EVERY THURSDAY. PROrBIKTOR AND PUBLISHER. Official Paper for Clackamas County. OiIJr : In Kuterprise ItuilUinr. Oue door South of Masonic Building, Main Street. Tr rniM of Nulxtrriptiou : Single Copy, one year, in advance M 50 Single Copy, six months, in advance 1 50 Term of Adertlklnc Transient advertisements, including all legal notices, per square of twelve lines, om week $ 2 50 For bach subsequent insertion 100 Oue Column, one year 1Q0 00 Half Oolnuin, one year GO 00 Quarter Column, one year 40 00 Business Card, one square, cue year 12 00 SOCIETY NOTICES OREGON LODGE, No. 3, I. O. O. F. Meet every Thursday Evening, at T) o'clock. In OJd rellows' Hall, Main Street. Meiubi-rs of the Order jynfcWn-i. are invited to attend. By order of X. G. REBECCA DEGREE LODGE, No. 2, j. j. j. i., meets on tne second and nT" Fonrth Tuesday Eveninus of each month. I -HV at 1H o'clock, in the Odd Fellows' Hall. aiemoers 01 me Degree are invited to attend. FALLS ENCAMPMENT, No. 4, I. U. O. meet at Odd Follows' Hall on the First and Third Tuesday of each month. Patriarchs in good standing are Invited to attend. MULTNOMAH LODGE, No. 1, A. t . & A. M., holds It regular communi cations on Uie jrirvt and Third Saturdays J i . i- - . - . i , - ., r iu nuu juuuiu, ai o cioca irom tue utu j of September to the 2i!th of Mun-h- n,l v . 1H o'clock from the 2fth of Mar.-h to the 20th of September. Brethren in ttood standing are invited to attend. Ily order of W. M. BUSINESS CARDS WARREN N. DAVIS, IYI. D.f I'liy.siciuii and Surgeon, Oraduate of lhe I'nl versity of Pennsylvania. Ornct at Cliff House. CHARLES KNIGHT, CANBY. OREGOX. l'li.ysioiaii and Druggist. Prescriptions carefully filled at short notice ja7.tr PAUL DOYCE, IYI. D., lMiysioian and Surgcus. OtlEOON Cjty, Orf.oox. Chronic Diseases and DiseaseH cf Women ami Children a specialty. Office Hour day aud night; always rtadv when duty calls. ' au-J-lTrt-tr DR. JOHN WELCH, SB' DENTTST. urli;is l. OREGON CITY OREGON. Highest cash price paid for Couuty Orders. JOHNSON & McCOWN, ATTORNEYS and COUNSELORS AT LAW OREGON CITY, OREGON. Will practice in all the Court of the State. Special attention given to cases in the I'nited States Land Office at Oregon City. 3apr"72-tf L. T. BARIN, ATTOIBXKY AT I. A OREGON CITY, OREGON, t Will practice in all the Courts of the State novl, "75-tf W. H. HICHFIELD, KistnlillHhecl nIhoo '-lt, One door North of Pope's Hall, M 4IX ST.. OREOOS CITY. OKKCON. in assortment of Watches, Jewelry, and Seth Thomas' Weight Clocks, all or "which are warranted to be as represented. , Kepsirlng done on short notice; and thauki ul for past patronage. CmbIi 1'ald lor County Orders. JOHN M. O DEALER BACON, BOOKS, STATIONERY PICTCRE FRAMES. MOULDINGS AND MISCEL LANEOUS GOODS. FRIJIKSI JIAIE TO OltlKlt. Oeegos City, Oregon. BVAt the Post Office, Main Street, west side novl. tr J. R. GOLDSMITH. OENEHAL XEAVSPAPElt Collector and Solicitor, PORTLAND, OREGON. KBt st of references given. dec25-77 HARDWARE, IRON AND STEEL, Hubs, Spo1i.cs, Kim, , OAK, ASH AND HICKORY PLANK. XOUTimVP TIIOMPM., mar31.'7S-tt Portland, Oregon . o J. H. SHEPARD, BOOT AXD SlIOESTOKH, One door North of Ackerman Bros. ' Boots and Shoes made and repaired as cheap m the cheapest. novl. "75-tf MILLER, CHURCH & CO. PAY THE HIGHEST PRICE FOR WHEAT. At all times, at the ' OREGON CITY MILLS, And have on band FEED and FLOUR to sell, at market rates sacks. Parties desiring Feed must furnish novl2.tr A. G. WALLING'S Pioneer ISoolc Bindery Pittock's Building, cor. of Stark and Front Sts., PORTLAND, ORt'GO.V BLANK BOOKS RULED AND BOUND TO ANY desired pattern. Music Bo ks. Magazines, N.wspapers. etc., bound In every variety of style known to the trade. Orders from the country promptly attended to. novl, "75-tf OREGON CITY BREWERY. HUMUUL fc MADDER, Having purchased the above Brewery, wishss to inform the public that they are cwpirta to manufacture a No. 1 quality OF LAGER BEER. A good aa can be obtained anywhere In the State. Wfdora solicited and promptly filled. 1 ESS BU MUSIC OF THE SIMIEKHS. Ah ! the mystic, mystic, tender music Music of the spheres I How it gently, gently, sweetly trembles Trembles in my ears t Throbbing gladly, sobbing sadly ; Moaning, crying, groaning, dying; Uke the far-off murmur-ringing Of a sky-bell 'mong the stars ! Through the archway of the moonbeam. In the shadows of the skies. Now it ripples, ripples, ripples. And its murmurs fall and rise. Like the notes of infant planets. Leaping in terrestrial play ; And it flows and flows and echoes Through the heavens far away. THE EVEXI.VU TIME. Together we walked in the evening time. Above us tne sky spread golden and clear, And he bent his head and looked in my eyes. As if he held me of all most dear. Oh 1 it was sweet in tin evening time ! Grayer the liht grew and grayer still, The rooks flitted home through the purple shade : The nightingales sang where the thorns stood high, As I walked with him lit the woodland glade. un .' it wa- t.weet xn the evening time I And our pathway went through fields of wheat ; Narrow that path and rough the Way, But he was near, and the birds sang true. And the stars came out in the twilight gray. Oh ! it was sweet in the evening time ! Softly he spoke of the days long past. Softly of blessed days to be ; Close to his arm and closer I prest, Thf corn-field path was Eden to me. Oh ! it was sweet in the evening time ! And the latest gleams of daylight died; My hand iu his enfolded lay ; We swept the dew from the wheat as we passed. For narrower, narrower, wound the way. Oh I It was sweet in ttie evening time ! He looked in the depths of my eyes and said, Sorrow and gladness will come for u, sweet ; But together we'll walk through the fields of life, Clufce as we walked through the fields of wheat." MAGGIE WARREN'S DOWER Y. BY TUOS. S. COLLIER. It was a cool and roomy mansion, and stool gleamingwbite and distant through bending orchard trees around. The old Warren homestead was a pre-revolutionary building, and its owners had ever been noted for the persistence with which thej added broad stretches of meadow and woodland to their already large farm. At the time our story opens the Warren farm wa the pride of the d strict, and toasted that it could count it i acres by the thousands. The present owner was an old lady, called by the pople who served her, and by the neighbors, Mistress Warren. One grandchild, the daugter of her on ly son, lived with her, and made the old mansion full of light and music, for Maggie Wuirn wa as sunny a-jd beau tiful as a brijjht June morning. Mistress Warren had been the moth er of two daughters, though where they were was a mistery in Durham, and as she never referred to them, no one al luded to them when she was near. She held undisputed sway over the estate, and could will it to whom she pleased, i so that it was to one of the Warrren blood ; and as Maggie was her only com panion, and was watched by her with a love that .sought to make life one long dream of joy, why, the supposition was that she would be the next mistress of the noble farm that ran over hill and dale, and circled the old homestead with a domain indeed palatial. Of course this made her the object of pointed attentions, a?id even when a schoolgirl, her friends were many, and the suitors for her childish smiles and favors not a few. She was a wise, clear-headed little thing, and show did not dazzle her. She had quite a nack of what is called mind-reading, and her bright eyes seem to question the souls of all who came near her. Her sweet disposition kept her from making enemies, and so her childhood flowed smoothly on, and merged into a brighter womanhood . Iu the choice of her companions she was left entirely free. "You are the oi)e to be with them, Maggie," her grandmother said, "and so they are clean and honest, I care not from what family they come." So Maggie gave a party and invited all her schoolmates, and by every act that she could, conveyed to them the knowledge that she was their friend still. Having entered society, suitors began 10 hoc iv arounu ner. ami one ly one withdiew, as they saw she could give them friendship only. Two alone remain ed, Harinp; Durham, the son of the rich banker, whose father was the founder of the 2la2e, and whose estate ranked in value above the Warren farm, though the latter possessed the most land; and Paul Green, son of old Peleg Green, the village cobbler. Every body said thatHaring was just the man for Maggie. He was stylish and good-looking, and had been through college. He held a position in las fath er's bank, and had all the money and horses and time that ne wished, and laid assiduous tiege to Maggie's heart. As he could spend as much in bestowing his attention as he chose, he had the ad vantage of Faul, who was busy learning a trade in the large machine shop that had grown to bo the great enterprise of Durham. Paul was a ready worker, one who be stowed both labor and otudy on his toil, and left no effort to advance untried. Ho was advancing, for an earnest spir it always will do this, and month by month showed that he would leave his mark on his profession. He was good-humored and fine look ing. Both Earing Durham and he had been schoolmates of Maggie's when they were great boys, and she a toddling lit tle thing. They had been friends then, and were so now, though they knew that they were rivals. "Thera i ro usa in your hanging round Masgie Warren," his fellow work men would say; "young Durham has the money and will win." But Paul would only laugh, and in the evening seek the Warren homestead and have a nice chat with Maggie. Thus matters went on for a year, and then Mistress Warren was laid to sleep with her husband, and Maggie followed her to the grave the only Warren mourner there. Curiosity to know the old farm's own ership ran high, but Maggie had the !, t-- . .... ....... ...... . reading of the will delayed until her grief had been softened by time, then the old lawyer, who transacted the bus iness for Mistress Warren, was asked to bring a few witnesses and read the will. One of the people he brought was the banker Durham, and when the party had been seated long enough to grow quiet, the will was produced, and wip ing his spectacles, Mr. Perkins, the old lawyer, read the usual preamble, and then came to the bequests. "I give to my granddaughter, the daughter of my son, the Warren home stead, the orchard that lies around it and which is inclosed in the high pal ing fence and all that is in the house or on the ground mentioned ; the same to be at her disposal and hers alone. "The remainder of the Warren farm and the stock and tho implements be longing thereto I give to my grand sons, Hobart Ward and Parker Man ning, the only children of my daugh ters Sarah and Margery, to be equally divided between them." This was all the will said,.and as it was known that the Warrens had bought all the land they could, and had always paid for it, it was not thought there was any more to dispose of. "Rather hard on Maggie," said the banker as he walked away from the old house. "Well, Haring is bound by no promises, and therefore he is all right." And Haring was all right. Of course the news of how Mistress Warren had dispos ed of her property was soon known and many were the condolences sent out to Mazgie from souls that had tested her kindness, and these seem to be with her and comfort her. Paul Green called to sae her that eve ning. He was free now, and his knowl edge made him the recipient of good wages, so that ho hid no fear for the future. He spoke bravely and hopeful ly to her, ana his manner showed very plainly that she was the same to him now as she had always been. The next day Haring JJurham came and stayed a little while, but he appear ed ill at ease, and talked as though he was performing a necessary, but disa greeable duty. . Many people had thought that now he would immediately marry Maggie, and take her home, but Haring never called again. Maggie had too much true womanliness to regret his absence. flis last call, with its mournful and em barrassed words, had left any thing but a pleasant memory, and she was glad to see the hopeful and smiling face of Paul Green when she answered a rap on the door the next Sunday evening. He was a frequent caller after this, and when three months had elapsed from the burial of her grandmother, ask ed what she intended to do. "I have hardly made a decision, but I shall keep the old place just as it was given me. Dear, old grandma, people sav sh treated me wrong, out sno am not. John says the fruit and poultry l can raise here will bring me in nearly five hundred dollars a year clear of ex pense, and that is plenty to support me. "Yes, that is quite a fortune, and, Maggie, I am going to ask you to share it with me. "What?" said she, wonderingly,look- ing at him. He smiled and went on, "Why, I wish to share your income. To put it more plainly. I love vou. Maggie, and have loved you a long time, but was not sit uated so that I could tell you this Ziovr. however. 1 am; 1 have learned a good trade, and my income is large enough to afford me a wife, so I ask you to be this, for I have eyer held you dear est and best. Maggie's eyes grew moist as she list ened to these words, playfully spoken, but thrilling with a strength of love that made them eloquent. For a little time she sat silent, then she took his hand and said: "I can only give you the answer you wish, for I love vou. and always shall love you." It had been a very quiet love-making, for they were people of strong feeling. but now tuat they belonged to each oth er, tho fludgatesof their heart's opened, and a holy ecstacy filled them and made them eloquent. Maggie's cousins had come on to take possession oi their property. lhey each tried to purchase the old homestead , out cue reiused to sell it, and six months after Mrs. Warren had gone to sleep there was a quiet wedding in the quaint parlor, and Paul Green clasped to his heart as sweet and true a wire as ever a man could have. They did not go off oa a wedding tour, as Haring Durham and his bride did, but settled down into a quiet life, Paul working steadily at his trade, and as steadily going on upward, and the old home was a bright and happy home to them. Some months went by, Haring Dur ham had brought his bride home, and settled into a partner in the bank. Paul Green was working patiently and brave ly in the machine shop,and Maggie went singing through the whole house. There were many quaint apartments in the house that were seldom entered. There was no need for them, as Paul and Maggie were not important bodies. but could be content with little. Paul had made a work shop of the long wood shed next to the kitchen, -which formed a straggling offshoot of the house, and here worked on some models he was making whenever he had leisure. The kitchen and a little sitting-room with a cool and airy chamber formed space enough for them, and in these they pass- (h many happy hours. One bright October day the machine shop was forced to rest that the engine mJo-hf bfl repaired, and so Paul could stay at home, and he worked some t in RTieeial sanctum and then came to the kitchen where Maggie was just finiahino: her morning s work. T would like to take a look into the hhrarV- Maggie." he said, "we have never explored it yet." "Sure enough, and there are the par lors and garrets to rummage, and the large chambers. We will go through the library first," and they passed into the large hall that ran through the main building. A few steps brought them to the li brary, a great, square room, with heavy cases of walnut. Maggie opend the broad windows, and the mellow light streamed in, and lit up tho backs of many volumes, some somber with ages of darkness, others bright with guild- mg, and rich with color. "A noble store, said Paul, who was a good student, as he ran his eyes along the titles of the boots. Maggie was deep in the midst of a cabinet of curiosites, and walking on. Paul came to a large secretary. It was shut, but the key was in the, lock, and turning this, he opened the long-elosr J writing desk. The drawers and com-, partments were full of papers; the larg est drawer ha 1 a lock with a key in it, and ho opened tnis. and took np a pa per. As he ran his eyes hastily over it, he was surprised to find that it was a large share in a thriving manufacturing company. He picked up another paper, and an other, and found that they were all of equal or greater value. "vhy, Maggie, he cried, "do you know what this desk contains ?" "No, what is it?" she answered, look ing at him with surprise, his voice was so excited. 'What is it? Why, a fortune! See here," and as she came and stood be side him he showed her the papers and explained their value. "Whose are they? she asked. "Yours, I think." "We had best send for Mr. Perkins and ask 1pm." "Yes, that will bo best; I will replace the papers and send John for him." John was Mistress AVarren s old gar dener, who had begged to remain with Maggie, and who made himself useful fn many ways. In a short time Mr. Perkins arrived, and on being told of the discovery, rubbed his hands violent ly together, and nodded his head so fast that Maggie felt sure it would come off. "Stocks, eh? I always thought it strange she should only leave Maggie the house and contents, and the orchard, but I understand now. Whose are these stocks? Why, yours, and I am glad you found them, tome, we had best see how much you are worth, and he followed them to the library. A complete examination of the desk and drawers of the library revealed not only stocks of grent value, but bonds and mortgages, bank bills, jewelry and coin, and when it was ull computed, Maggio Green found that she was in deed an heiress. Mr. Perkins was entrusted with the management of the stocks and papers, and soon was on his way back to the village, for he said tho transfer must bo attended to, and the premiums collect ed; and while the two young people were planning what their new lives should be, Mr. Perkins, who had over- heared Mr. Durham's remark concern ing Haring'snot being promised to Mag gie, dropped into that gentleman's of fice, where lather and son were seated, and told his news. "The lowest computation makes it over half a million," he said, chuckling, as he arose to leave, "ana when tue premiums and interest are counted in, whv. it goes way beyond that. 1 al ways thought Mistress Warren dabbled in stocks, but she never told me," and he went slowly out. "Half a millionl" said the elder Dur ham. when his astonishment would let him speak. "And I only obtained one hundred thousand with Miss Lannoy," younger, bitting his lip. said tho And while Mr. I'erkms was goinj you into r to can tho his office, Maggie said: "Now finish your models, and buy shop, Paul, for I know you would live content unless employed." not "You are right, Maggie, and so it was settled; ana wnen jur. j.-ermns told Maggie that there were seventy thousand dollars subject to her check in Mr. Durham's bank, she gave it to Paul. Their money did not keep Paul Green and his wife from being useful. In fact, it made them more so than before; and Maggie s dowry has brought joy and comfort to many homes that needed such. Dangerous Inventions. Many years ago. a gentleman in a subordinate de partment of the Dank or Ireland discov ered a device more useful than hair-split ting, though of like nature. He found out a way of splitting bank notes, so that each note became two. and to all appearances were the same as when they were one including of course, the water mark and all the rest of it. He is an honest man, and informed the govern ment of the result of his ingenuity; whereupon on his solemn promise of never revealing the secret, they made him Governor of the bank. Another gentle man, but who, unhappily, is a rogue, has lately made his appearance in Lon don : he has invented a certain acid which causes the writing to disappear from the check, and then Le fills up the blank space according to his aspiration'. His moutts operandi is the following: He procures a real check, drawn by a goot name, for seventeen or nineteen pounds the word "pounds" is obliterated so com pletely that no trace of the origina' writing can be discerned even under the microscope, and the words "hundred pounds" inserted in its place; two ciph ers are added to the figures, and then the thing is done, since all the other parts of the document, including the signature, are quite correct." This in genious plan is causing great conster nation in London, and the gentleman who invented it could get a good round sum to retire from business. Ex Why do not printers succeed to the same extent as brewers? Because print ers work for the head and brewers for the stomach; and where twenty men have stomach, bnt one has brains. Printers' Register. C0URT3SY CF BANCROFT LIBRARY, UNIVERSITY CF CALIFORNIA, BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA Caution to Wives Don't Send Your Husbands Shopping The man to be pittied about these days is the one whose wife is in the country and who gives him some sam ples of material to be "matched" while he is in town. He leaves the depart ment early so as to do his ''shopping' and catch the train. The sun pouring down on him makes him mad, and begins bestowing wicked adjectives on the inno cent bit of "stuff," as ho calls it. He goes in and out of stores in a frantic manner, like an Ohioan looking for a vacant post-office; he sees everything but what he wants the same figure, only pink where his is blue the same color, only two shades different; he gets mad der, and his adjectives become more numerous and emphatic. He meets an old. dignified friend of the family, who asks him what he thinks of "Hayes' Southern Policy;" whereupon he con signs the President, his policy and every one else to a place where thermometers are of no avail. He begins to go round the corner to see a man, in fact, sever al men and his "shopping" business ends in his going out in the late train in an enthused condition, and he throws in to Angelina s lap a bundle of something ent.rely different from what sho wanted. She cries, calls him a brute and wishes she had never left her mother a wi&h he decidedly joins her in, and meditates, with a gravity consequent on his con union, on the possibility of such an event happening and things returning to the stutnouo of a few years before. The waking and consequent howling of the baby puts an end to the question and he falls asleep. The next morning Angelmaaccompan- ies him to town ; she has a triumphant gleam in her eye; he has a downcast, pensive look. When he arrives he bor rows S10 of a friend and gives it to the wife of his bossom "to buy something nice, and say no more about it. A woman can be very forbearing if paid for it; so she kindly consents. Jones says he manages things differ ently, and for the benefit of and a warn ing to the wives in tho country, I will give his method: When his w'ife gives him a lot of "worsted flannel, calico and lmcracks to match," he goes to the de partment and selects tne prettiest wo man he knows in his division, takes her out to a nice little lunch and starts her out on the "matching" business meets he on the way to the train, treats her again, buys an orange for his wife, re- i . i i - i - . ceives ner iiiauts and delighted praises for the highly successful manner he ex ecuted her conimissicn with a meek. pensive air. as one who would say A ell, my dear, I am glad you are pleas ed I work very hard to try and do so' smiles grimly behind his paper when le hoars her telling that spiteful Mr Smith how devoted her George is to her "the poor dear fellow has a headache running around in the heat just to oblige me. i asiinaton Capital. A Noble W oman. The Countess Ebersburg is doing a noble but unob trusive work in London. "Some two years ago. says Mr. Conway in a letter to the Cincinnati Commercial, "the Countess lost her two babies, and she then consecrated her fortune and life to the single work of saving the lives of children. As she began to examine the subject, she met with the statement that in England 200,000 children aie annu ally under the age of five, of those three percent, die of preventable causes. She set herself to the task of going around visiting the poor and conversing with mothers. In the first place she institu ted weekly Mothers Meetings, which might be attended bv those who were able, at which she gave them instructions in economizing their poor means, and in the kinds of food most nourishing, and answered from the best authorities the mothers' questions as to treating their own and their children s ailments The Countess next drew upon her means and those of her friends, to provide Malted Fuod Extract and similar things for ailing children, and bv spending about 2,000 a year in this way saved many lives. No cry of mother or child has ever been unheeded. Gradually she has extended her plans to include Children s lietreat in the country for babies whose lives depend on the change of air, and a day nursery, where wo men may leave their children in good care while they are at work. Her work is now arranged in districts amid the poorest parts of London, and she dis tributes some 9,000 pounds of baby food per annum. 1 he crusade or this gentle Countess against Herod, though it has attracted ho attention in royal circles here, seems to have been heard of else- ' where, and the Empress of Russia last year sent the Countess a donation for her work and a warm letter of sympathy. The Grand Duchess of Balen has this year done the same." Seeing Srx Generations. Doctor Plot, in his " Natural History of Staff ordshire," mentions old Mary Cooper. of King's Bromley, who lived to see the sixth generation, and could have said ; " Rise up, daughter, and go to thy daughter, for your daughter's daughter hath a daughter." This was either an imitation of. or suggested by, a state ment made by Zuingerus, to the effect that a noble matron of the family of Dol burus.in the Archbishopric of Mentz, could have thus spoken to her daughter "Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughter's little daughter is crying." Horace Walpole speaks of an ancient lady whom he vis ited, one Mrs. Godfiey ; she had a daugh ter who had a daughter (Lady Wadle grave) , who had a son (Lord Walde grave), who had a daughter (Lady Harriet Beard), who had a daughter (Countess Dowager of Powis) , who had a daughter (Lady Clive) , who had an in fant son. Horace Walpole saw all the eight generations at different periods of nis nie. i.ne secret here was early arm riages, one after another. "Wot d'yer keep on a hittin' the poor old donkey like that fur, father?" "Cos yer mother ain't 'ere. my lad. Cos yer mother ain't 'ere." London Fun. Caro of Harness. Few farmers realize the care needed in the proper preservation of leather, and the lack of knowledge of its re quirements, causes the loss of many The dollars to the owners of horses practice of washing harness in warm water is very damaging, unless a oat of oil is applied immediately after washing. No harness is ever so soiled that a damp sponge will not remove the dirt, yet, even when the sponge is ap plied, it is important to apply a slight coat of oil by the use of a second sponge. All varnishes and blacking that contain the properties of varnish should be avoided. When a harness loses its lus tre and turns brown, as almost any leather will do after long exposure to the air, the harness should be given a new coat of grain black; first washing the grain surface thoroughly with pot ash water, to kill the grease, and after the grain black, applyiug oil and tallow to the surface. This will fasten the color and make the leather flexible. Neat's foot oil only should be used on harnesses, and no more should be ap plied to the leather than it will absorb, as many harnesses are injured by apply ing too much oil. A superabundance so applied works out to the surface in hot weather, absorbing dust and dirt and soon looking very slovenly. An excellent harness polish maybe made by breaking in small pieces four omctsof glue, pou.idgover it in a basin about a pint of vinegur, and let ting it stand until it becomes soft. Take two ounces of gum in another vessel and pour in half a pint of black ink, letting it stand until it is perfectly dis solved. Melt two drachms of isinglass in a cup with as much water as will cover it. To mix the whole, turn the sonened glue into a saucepan over a gentle fire adding another half-pint of vinegar, stirring until perfectly dis solved, being careful not to let it burn at the bottom nor reach the boiling point. Next add the gum, and, after arriving at about the same heat, add the isinglass; then pour it on for use Apply a thin coat, sufficiently heated to be fluid, with a piece of dry sponge, and if the article is dried quickly, either in the sun or by the fare, it will have a better polish. This answers equally well for boots and shoes. Coleman's Rural World. Usb for Bittee Oranges. TheFlori- dians propose to market their wild or anges in the shape of bitters and think the trado will grow so that they will have to plant bevilles. We read in the Agriculturist : Who is the man who will make a fortune by taking up the orange wine business ? The process is easy and the ingredients are simple, nothing but orange juice and sugar W e had occasion a short time back to mention some wine made by Mr. Preiss He has shown that a wine, and a good wine, can be made from these simple ingredients. It is a healthy wine, no spirits in it, just the thing to meet the wants of the temperance people. What fortunes have been made by makers of fancy bitters! Wliat quantities of these are sold, but can any of them beat those made from our home products? We challenge the competition. If peo ple object to the name of -wine, call ours bittirs, for it has the flavor of the bit ter orange from which it is made. The late Mr. Hite, of Mellonville, manu factured an excellent article of the kind, but he could not find a capitalist who would ussist in pushing it. Here is an opportunity for another "Ayer" or "Hostetter" to start on; very little capi tal required, but an enlarged mind to know how tj advertise and pta'a. Farmers should keep a Slate. Where farmers keep hired men, and stormy days abound, vtiey are frequent ly at a loss to know how to pot them to work profitably. It is a good plan to have a slate at the tool-house, or barn or work shop, and to note down during pleasant weather what work can be done in rainy weather. There are scores of l.ttle jobs that suggest themselves which ought to be done, and can be done, in rainy weather as well a3iu fair weather. Such a slate would have upon it some thing like the following : ""Clean out the cellar; oil the harness; mend har ness; grease all the wagons; repair the horse stalls; file the saws: grind the tools; assort the apples; mako kindling wood; repair the implements; paint the implements; shell corn." A hundred other like jobs could be suggested. TT a. i . . nave n unaerstooa mat when a rainy aay comes, wnether you are at home or not, the slate is to be referred to. and the work done as there suggested. Prairie Farmer. Glycerine for Oil Stones. Almost every one has more or less use lot an oil stone, but in these days a good oil is hard to obtain, and kerosene is often used instead. This is a bad plan, for although it makes the steel "take hold" it ruins the stone. Glycerine is much better, does not dry on the stone, and is easily washed off when dirty. Use soap or soda and water to clean the stone, and then apply the glycerice. Clean water is only needed to wash tho stone with, and if treated in this way it can be kept bright for a long time with the grit unimpaired. This matter of windows in stables is one of vastlv more importance than some farmers think. Animals, no more than vecretables. can thrive in the dark. Our lone Winters are sufficiently try ing to the constitutions of onr farm stock, under the best circumstances, and an auitnal upon which the sun Bfarcelv shines at all for hve or six months will come out in the Spring in a haA state of health, even thongh the feed and tho ventilation, and the tern neratTire have been ail right, lhe sun is the great life-giver. Vermwl Chroni cle. "Better is the poor man that walketh in 'ntearitv. and payeth his subscrip- fion than the rich man who continually telleth thy "devil to call again. Some Qneer Birs. Among the birds which interested me most was an enormous pigeon, the lar- ' gest of the pigeon tribe. This fellow, who is about as big as a small turkey, is called the crowned -pigeon, and comes from Java and some of the neighboring islands. He is a splendid bird, with a wide-spreading crest on his head, which gives him a very distinguished and im- posing air. If size and appearance count for anything, this should be the king of pigeons. Some other birds which attracted my attention, not on account of their beauty . but because of their oddity, are called laughing-jackasses. lhe name may strike you as a very strange one to give to a bird, but there is a reason for it. In Australia, where these birds come from, the early settlers used to hear in the woods strange noises which sounded as if they were made by a jackass who " had heard a good joke, and was laugh ing heartily at it. The people could scarcely make up their minds that a jackass could hear enough jokes to keep . , , . , . 1 1 - him laugning sucn a time, ar .i so tuey searched for the merry individuals and found that they were these birds, who would sit on a tree and at repular inter- : vals burst into this bra in j kind of laugh. ,.i There are several peculiarities about the laughing-jackass. In the first place he is really a king-fasher, though he sel dom goes near the water. Therefore, of course, he cannot carry on his regu lar business, or what ought to be his regular business, if his name is correct. and so he contents himself with catch- , ing lizards and mice, and such small fry as may be found on shore. Then, again, he is peculiar because he acts more like a cat than a bird in hunting for small game. ' He will sit and watch a mouse-hole just like a regular old tabby-cat, and when the mouse ventures out, he will pounce upon it as quickly as any puss you ever saw. It may be that he laughs so much because he con- -tinually sees for himself what an utter ly absurd kind of bird he is. " On a long perch, in a very wide cage, sat a long row of dear little birds of dif ferent colors and sires, but all very small. These were African finches, and it was very amusing to see them sit there perfectly quiet until some one. came to one end of the cage. Then every one of these little birds turned its head to see who it was. When the person went to the other end, they all turned their heads, at the same mo-. ment, in that direction. They moved so quickly, and in such perfect order, that you might have thought they had been drilled by a military officer. As I had not time - to look at all the birds, I passed around among the long legged herons, bright colored pheas ants, gorgeous chattering parrots, pret ty little paroquets, finches of ail kinds, black, white, red, green and purple, grossbeaks ( rhich are finches with broad, thick beaks, and some of them with beautiful scarlet aud black plum age); mino-birds, which come from India, and talk as well as, or even bet ter than, the most conversational par rots; and the weaver bird, of which you may have heard under the name of the sociable grossbeak, and which seems to be a very good sort of bird, although nothing like so much of a curiosity as its nest must be. There were also some toucans, about as big as crows, with enormous diiis as large as the claws of lobsters, and of very much the same shape. borne of these great bills, half as big as the bird, were red, and others were dark colored. Some of tue cockatoos were of a beauti ful rosy color, and one kind, from Aus tralia, looked exactly as if it had been rosy once, but had been washed aud had faded. from "A V.llaye of V,d Beasts," by Frank R. Stockton, St. Nicho las for A ttyust. Litlle Things. Life is a collection of little things. Htppiness is not a huge package of merchandise that can be purchased in bulk at wholesale; it is rather a mosaic formed of little gems, each insignificant by itself alone, but grouped, combined, it becomes attrac tive and satisfying. A pleasant smile, a kindly greeting, a considerate ded, an unselfish act, all trifles in themselves yet aggregate a sum of human happi ness and tranquility that a united fam ily circle would not exchange for a mil lionaire's wealth or princes' honors where the warm heart and gentle hand is absent. Little habits creep up apace until from" an occasional indulgence they grow up to a ruling power; little expen ses, scarcely noticed in the first instance so jn consume an alarming total; little matters unnoticed, disregarded and un cared for, finally confront us with im passable brrriersof accumulated and neglected duties and responsibilities. In these latter days of enforced econo my, when so many of the brightest vis ions have faded away into grim reali ties, it behoves us to award to little things the earnest attention which their importance demands, remembering al ways that real happiness is the aggre gate of many little things. The Arab's Proof. A Frenchman who had won a high rank among men of science, yet who denied the God who is the auti of all science, was cross ing the Great Sahara in company with an Arab guide. He noticed with a sneer that at times his guide, whatever obsta cles might arise, put them all aside, and kneeling on the burning sands, called on his God. Day after day passed, and still the Arab never failed; till at last one evening the philosopher, when he rose from his knees, asked him, with a contemptuous Bmile, "How do you know there is a God?" The guide fixed his beaming eyes on the scoffer for a moment in wonder, and then said solemnly, "How do I know there is a God?' How do I know that a man, and not a camel, passed my hut last night in the darkness? Was it not by the print of his feet in the sand ? Even so" and he pointed to the sun, whose last rays were. flashing over the lonely des ert "that footprint is not of a man." t' f '"ew-r.-'-ef'- i i if