CHILD AND MOTHEB.
O, Mother-My Love, If you'll give me your haafi
And go where I ask you to wonder,
I will lead you away to a beautiful laud,
The dreamland that's waiting out yonder;
We ll walk In a sweet posy garden out there.
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming.
And the dowers and the birds are Ailing the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.
There'll be no little tired out boy to undress.
No questions or cares to perplex you;
There'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I'll rock you away on a silver dew stream
And sing you to sleep when you're weary.
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
But you and your own little dearie.
And when I am tired I’ll nestle my head
In the bosom that's soothed me so often.
And the wide-awake stars shall sing In my stead
A song which our dreamland shall soften.
So, Mother-My-Love, let me take your dear hand.
And away through the starlight we'll wander.
Away through the mist to the beautiful land.
The dreamland that's waiting out yonder.
— Eugene Field.
The Infallible Mrs. Horne
/
"Yes, I'd sort of glanced It over as I
"Yes, It does seem like a great un
dertaking," Bald Mrs. Eunice Horne, was coming afbng. It was Emma
addressing her neighbor and Intimate wrote. It appears that It isn't quite
friend, who had "run In" that after convenient for them to have us Just
noon to borrow, and remained to chat. now. There Is some kind of a difficult
“ When I wake up In the night and Job that John Is going to have done,
think what a long way off California and he's going to have extra help, and
Is, and how much we’ve got to go of course that will make Envma's hands
through before we get to John's, I'm pretty full for a spell; and take it all
about ready to give It up. Of course It round, she wanted to know If we
seems some different when It comes hadn’t Just as lives put our visit off.
She says she shall hope to see us later.
"daylight.
“ Worst of It Is, I have to do all the It's a kind of disappointment, of
thinking and contriving myself. You course, but I see Just how they are sit
know how easy-going pa Is. He's al uated. and I guess we had better give
ways saying, 'You mustn’t let things up going with Rufus. No doubt we
weigh on you so.' But I say things can find our way when the right time
have got to weigh on somebody If they comes for us to start.”
Mrs. Horne's face had grown white
are ever going to come out right. I
tell him If I am a little overcareful It during her husband's rather labored
doesn't any snore than make a good speech, but at the end she said, quietly,
average— for of all the heedless, ab "Oh, of course we shall give up for
sent-minded mortals I ever heard tell the present. You must write to-night
and tell them so."
of. I believe he is the beatenmost."
“ I suppose most people have their
She resumed the hemming of her
absent-minded spells, especially as towel In silence after Mr. Horne had
they get along in years," remarked left the room. The color had come back
Mrs. Bennett, a comfortable-looking to her face and her lips were closed
matron, herself no longer young. “ Why, very tight. But at last she broke
I even make a careless mistake myself forth:
■once In a while.”
"Well, if that Is a specimen of Cali
“ Well, I don't!" declared Mrs. Horne, fornia hospitality, Ive had all I want
with a little toss of her head for em of it! But It is all Emma's doings. I
phasis.
guess I can see through a ladder!
"Why, Mrs. Horne!" exclaimed her She never really wanted us, and she
friend, smilingly. "You don’t set up to has trumped up this little excuse fur
be Infallible, do you?"
putting us off, knowing full well that
Mrs. Horne pondered a moment over If we don't go now we never shall.
the word, which was not In her dally I wouldn't say as much before every
vocabulary.
one, Mrs. Bennett, but I know I can
“ Well, I don’t know but I do," she trust you to let It go no farther; and
said, half-deflantly. "At any rate, I seems as If I must speak out to some
don't make any blunders. I may not one. As to pa, I shall never let him
be blessed with any great stock of wits,
but such as I have don’t ever go wool
gathering.
"But speaking about our trip, I
guess, after all, I'm pleased enough
with the Idea of going.
“ You see,” she went on, while her
good-natured caller listened ns atten
tively as If hearing the story for the
first time, "John and his wife have |
been urging us to make them a visit
ever since they were married, but we j
have never quite seen our way clear.
But when pa sold that wood-lot to such !
good advantage; and when we found !
that Rufus Hlght was going out West,
and we could travel with him a good {
purt of the way, we made up our minds j
that now was our time. If we were ever
going. Why, Just think of It! We
haven't seen our son for most ten 1
years, and we never have seen his wife
nor our two grandchildren! I expert
they will want us to stay all winter,
and most likely we shall. Pa says he
doesn't know as he shall ever want to
come back; but I tell him that after
" I VE BEEN U P TO J IT OLD T B IC K S .”
having been rooted to New England
soil for over sixty years. It’s a little know but what I think it's all right,
same as he does."
late for transplanting."
It so happened that Mrs. Bennett
“ 1 suppose you've let John's folks
know that you are coming?" said Mrs. did not see her neighbor again for
Bennett.
nearly a fortnight, having been called
“ Oh, yes. Indeed! Or, rather, pa out of town in the meantime by the
wrote and asked if It would be per illness of her sister.
fectly convenient for them to have us.
But the day after her return home
That was Just one of his Jokes. I found her again making a neighborly
guess John wouldn't stop to think of call In Mrs. Horne's pleasant kitchen,
convenience when there was a chanee -he thought—and said—that the good
of his father and mother coming to woman looked a little tired and care
see hint—nor Emma, either, for that worn.
matter. It's about time to hear from
"Oh, I am well," Mrs. Horne Insisted,
them. I shouldn't be surprised If pa "but I don’t know what to think of
found a letter at the office this after pa. He doesn’t say anything about It,
noon.
but I guess. If the truth was known,
"There he comes, now!" she exclaim he was a good deal cut up about out
ed, her keen little face lighting up going to California. He's getting more
fondly at sight of a slender old man, absent-minded than ever. Only this
with head bent forward and hands morning I asked him to Oil the tea
clasped behind his back, approaching kettle and put a stick of wood In the
leisurely along the road.
stove, and I'll give up if he didn't go
"Come right In!" she cried, as her and pour a dipperful of water on the
husband paused Irresolutely at the fire; and I guess if I hadn't stopped
door. ''It’s nobody but Mrs. Bennett. him, he'd have stuck the wood Inti
Was there a letter from California?"
the teakettle Well, I suppose he Isn't
“ Yes, there was one,” Mr. Home ad to be blamed for being so, but It’s
mitted, after a little pause of hesita something I can't understand.. Maybe
tion, as If to refresh his memory.
I have something preying on my mind,
, "Well, let’s see it," she demanded.
too, but I never yet saw the minute
The old man's eyes fell, and he that I didn't know what I was about."
cleared his throat pervously.
"Of course not," 3ald Mrs. Bennett,
"Well, fact Is, I haven't It with mo. with good natured Irony. 'You are
You see, there were two or three cir the Infallible Mrs. Horne, you know.”
culars In our box besides the letter—I
Again It happened that their con
wish they wouldn't keep sending the versation was Interrupted by the ar
plaguy things!—and when I was com rival of Mr. Horne from the iioatofflce.
in g over the bridge, 1 kind of gave
This time he came rushing into the
'em a toss Into the river----- ”
house In a manner altogether unusual
He Stopped, as If silenced by the with him, and quite undeterred by the
flash from his wife's black eye*.
presence of a visitor, began his story:
"Do you mean to tell me, Otis Horne,
"I've got good news from California
that you threw the letter away with for you, mother! Or. first off, I sup
those circulars? Well, If that Isn't pose I may as well tell you the bad
putting the cap-sheaf on yonr careless news now. John has had to have an
ness! I leave It to you. Mrs. Bennett, operation for this new disease—appen
If It Isn't tempting Providence to start dicitis, they call It. But it didn't prove
for California with a man as heedleoa to be at all serious, so Emma writes,
and the doctor eays be will be as good
■s that”
"Well, as far as that goes," said Mr. at new In two or three weeks."
Home, mildly, "I guess we sha'n't start
For a moment Mrs. Horne seemed
for California—not right away."
daxed, but at last she found voice to
"Why. what do you mean? Had you exclaim, “ And Emma never said a
read the letter before you hove It word abont It when she wrote before!"
"Well, I d'know but she did Just
•w a y f
mentton It, now f think of It," said hap
husband, thoughtfully.
"And you forget to tell me! Why
Otis Horne, of all the— but no. o!
course you didn't forget! You kept It
from me! Why, I verily believe you
lost that letter on purpose!"
"Well," said the old man. deprecat
tngly, "I knew how you'd take on It
you read It, and 1 kind of thought for
once I'd do the worrying for the fam
ily myself. And I told you the truth
about It as far as I went.
"But that Isn't ail the story,” he hur
K t l u t - n ll o n a n d t -'a r i a ln g .
ried ou, as If anxious to divert atten
Under the heading. "Plain Talk by
tion from his conduct In the matter. a Plain Farmer," a writer In the Agrl-
"Emma says that John Is going to I cultural Epitomlst says:
take a little vacation as soon as ho
"It seems to me that we are fast
gets out, and what do you suppose? coming to that place where It It going
He's coming ou here, and he’s going to mean something to own a farm and
to take us back with him!
mean much more to know how to ban-
"There's the letter—I didn't lose this | die It. We are beginning to look upon
one; you can read it for yourseif. the farm as something that requires
Now I guess I’ll have to get at my the brightest mind to manage. In my
chores."
; travels about the country I have
As Mrs. Horne read the letter her j found places where at one side of the
hand trembled and she looked the pic road we saw One land and tine stock,
ture of woe.
everything looking prosperous, and on
''Come, come,' protested Mrs. Ben j the other side exactly the reverse,
nett, “ this will never do! John must everything going to pieces, poor crops
be almost well by this time. There's and poor stock, and the owner head
nothing to cry about now."
over heels In debt. I am sorry for
"Yes. there Is!" sobbed Mrs. Horn« 1 the man who Is unfortunate, who has
"It’s that letter!”
sickness or anything of that kind to
"That letter?” repeated Mrs. Bennett, contend with, but what Is the reason
in a puzzled tone.
In the same neighborhood for so great
“Yes, the one I wrote to Emma a difference? It Is not always an ac
after you'd gone home the other day. cident or sickness, but because one
You know how wrought up I was, and man Is the farmer and the other Is
I wrote to her to relieve my mind. It not a farmer. I think we can do no
didn’t relieve my mind any at the time, better work than help speed the day
and now I guess my dearest wish when we may educate our farmers
would be to get that letter back.”
In our public schools so that they can
"What is It, pa?" she asked, quickly, read the agricultural papers and bulle
as the door opened, and Mr. Horne en tins intelligently. The trouble Is not
tered with the apologetic look on his that farmers do not read the agricul
face that was by no means unusual.
tural books, papers and bulletins, but
“ Here, mother,” he said, "I guess that their early education has been
I've been up to my old tricks. Here's neglected and they are unfamiliar with
a letter for you that I've been carrying the terms that we are compelled to
round since day before yesterday. use In writing upon agricultural top
Dropped out of my pocket Just now, ics. There Is no greater need In our
when 1 was shifting my clothes. Guess education to-day than something that
It doesn't amount to much, anyway. | will assist In connecting our experi
Looks some like a circular, as far as ment station workers, our agricultural
I can make out without my glasses, but press and our agricultural writers
It seems to be sealed." And without with their readers."
waiting to satisfy any curiosity that
he might have had, ho prudently with
S l o p p i n g : L a r jc e H e r d o f H o g « .
drew.
I have been using a device with
"Postofflce Department, Washington, which to slop pigs for a number of
D. C., Division of Dead Letters,” re years and find that I can slop 150 pigs
peated Mrs. Horne, as she scanned the with it easier than any way I know of,
outside of the queer-looking letter; writes an Iowa farmer. The illustra
but her puzzled tone changed to a note | tion explains itself, but I wili add a
of mingled astonishment and Joy when few pointer*. Each of the four troughs
she tore open the envelope and recog- j is 16 feet apart. A 22-foot trough is
nlzed Its contents.
attached to the fence a couple of feet
"Oh, Mrs. Bennett,” she cried, 'T've j above the floor of these troughs, and
got my wish! Here's my letter back!" | slop poured into this trough runs into
“ What, the one that you sent to each one of the four troughs by pipes.
California?” asked Mrs. Bennett, with
By this plan all troughs are filled
interest.
with equal rapidity, and if the outlet
“ The one I thought I did. Seems of each pipe is bent it will shoot the
that It brought up In Washington."
slop half the length of the trough be
Unfolding the letter, she perused It
with evident disapprobation, although
an expressive "Humph!" was her only
comment as she finished.
"No. Mrs. Bennett," she said, firmly,
as If In answer to a wistful look In '
that lady's eyes. “ I sha’n't let you see i
It. Nobody Is ever going to know what
I wrote— except, of course, that dead-
letter man In Washington, and mbst
likely he’s forgotten by this time.”
"But how in the world did the letter
ever get to Washington?" asked Mrs.
Bennett “ Of course you didn’t direct !
it wrong?" she suggested, slyly.
“ No, I didn't,” replied Mrs. Horne. |
"I didn't care to have pa know I had |
written, so I thought I wouldn't direct i
the envelope till I was ready to mail .
It. When I got a chance, I slipped \
down to the postoffice with It, and ;
bought my stamp, and then I mast
have dropped the letter into the box
without directing It at all.”
“ Of all things!” cried Mrs. Bennett.
“ Well,” she chuckled, "we can't call I
you the infallible Mrs. Horne any ! fore the pigs stop it. The trough is
more. I suppose you’ll own up now set on a cement floor, which keeps mud
holes from forming and makes it a
that, for once, you made a mistake."
Mrs. Horne had lifted the cover from very nice place to feed the pigs at all
the stove, and throwing in the letter, times.
she watched carefully until It was C n r e r l n s C e m e n t F l o o r s I n W i n t e r .
quite consumed.
An excellent suggestion Is made by
"There,” she said, with a sigh of a practical swine breeder to those hav
relief. "It did burn! I didn' know but ing cement floors In their pens.
it would be as much of a dampener on
He advises a movable wooden floor
the fire as pa's dipper of water was.
for the winter. He makes his own
"No," she continued, in answer to floors of one Inch boards, and lays
her friend's playful taunt, “ I d'know
them flat on the cement, In section
as I’ll own It was a mistake. If I had
small enough to be easily removed at
to write the letter. I guess I did the
any time. In this way he combines
very best thing with It. I tell you.
the advantages of both the cement and
Mrs. Bennett, If you ever should write
the wood. He can remove the board
a mean, sarcastic letter,—probably you
floor, scrub out the pen and also thor
never will, for you are not so hot-
oughly clean and disinfect the false
tempered as I am.—but If you ever
floor outside. Cement is the cheapest
should. Just fix It so it will go straight
material in the end for the floor of
to Washington. And a little later per
the hog pen. The floor of the outer
haps you'll be as glad and thankful as
apartment should be a few Inches low
I am this minute to get the letter
er than the house floor, so as to in
back!” —Youth's Companion.
sure drainage and dry sleeping quar-
♦era.
of
t o n lI o r M e n h n e .
Centuries ago there lived a farrier,
Walter le Brun by name, whose dex
terity at the anvil on the occasion of
a great tilting meeting on the banks
of the Thames was noticed by the
then reigning monarch, Edward III.,
who rewarded the blacksmith by
granting him sufficient land adjoining
the tilting green for the erection there
on of a forge. As quit rent he had to
present annually to the king six horse
shoes and sixty-one horseshoe nails.
To the modern mind the number of
nails would appeat to be superfluous,
but when It Is remembered that the
horseshoes of that period required ten
nails apiece It will be seen that the
calculations of Edward III. merely al
lowed one over In case of accident.
Furthermore, the shoes were all to be
for the horse's fore feet, from which
fact some historians draw the Infer
ence that the animals ridden In the
knights’ tournaments Were encouraged
to Injure each other with their front
hoofs.—London News.
D evelopin g
Strong
C on stitu tio n s.
Part of the stamina, durability and
spirit of the horse Is Inherited, and
;®rt Is produced through proper feed
ing. The growing colt should have a
variety of nourishing feeds that con
tain a fair proportion of mineral mat
ter for the building of a strong frame.
It should be allowed the freedom of
pasture for almost all of the year, and
a hilly pasture Is preferable for devel
oping strong muscular, lung and heart
power.
Fwd
fo p
the
V.flmht,
Accustom the lamb« gradually to full
j feed. Corn and early cut clover are
the best combination for finishing
lambs. It Is a balanced ration and Is
grown on almost every farm. Succu
lent food, as roots or silage, should
be available, and should be fed once
a day. Food like this keeps the skin
In good condition and gives the wool a
' better luster.
The
Dnnl
Pnepove
Cow,
The duel purpose cow may be all
W h i s k y Ilia C h o ir s .
right for some farmers, but she does
Doctor—Now, McTavish, It’s like not give as math milk as the dairy
this; you've either to stop the whisky cow and eats considerably more, nor
or lose your eyesight—and you must does she produce as much beef as the
choose.
beef cow, and < ats Just about as much.
McTavteh—Ay weel, doctor. I'm an
Sp read in g R a s p b e r r y m ig h t .
auld man noo, an' I was thlnktn' I've 1
Bees and other Insects are often re
seen a boot everything worth teeln.'—
sponsible for ths spreading of rasp
London Tatler.
berry cane blight. They crawl over
Some men's ways of flattering them stems already blighted, get covered
selves le to exaggerate the cleverness with the spores and carry them Into
of those who chest them
Mooeotna and othsr young trulta.
B na ir t‘ i t l o ' 1
for
R ofotlo M .
Try this rotation for lands that are
falling down in their grain yields:
Corn or potatoes, manured; wheat;
clovsr; wheat or flax. Oats or barley
may substitute for the wheat. This
gives a live-year rotation, three crops
of which have a cash value to the
grower. The tillage of the corn has a
be*ter effect than summer fallow, the
manuring of the land returns to the
soil much of the fertility and gives
to the land a friable texture that re
tains water well, while the clover crop
aids in the same manner and at the
same time restores to the toll the ni
trogen of which the crops rapidly de
plete It.
It Is estimated by Dean Shepperd, of
til* North Dakota Experimental Sta
tion. that this rotation, followed con
sistently, will In a period of years re
turn to the owner of the land a larger
cash value, year by year, than will
continuous cropping to small grains.
BIO NESS o r THE WEST.
A F e w S t o r lo a , X n r a r ln u n u t l o u m .
L e a v e A n H unan ( n r D o u b t .
Old Favorites
The great west le big. Every year
the east hears a new crop of stories
about the bigness of the weet lust
makes It marvel. Here Is a portion of
I T h in k o f Tkaa.
this that season's crop of big stories I think of thee when Morning springs
of tbe things of tbe west, says lbs Los | From sleep, with plumage bathed tn
Angeles correspondence of the New
dew,
York Herald.
And, like a young bird, lifts her wings
Of gladness on the welkin blue.
During corn growing time a Kansas
newspaper printed a start! lug dispatch
And
when, at noon, the breath of love
from the southern part of that butte
saying that a boy climbed a cornstalk j O'er flower and stream Is wandering
free.
to see how tbe clouds looked and that And sent In music from the grove,
tbe stalk was growing faster than the
I think of thee—I think of thee!
i boy codld climb down.
At the date of the dispatch the boy r think of thee when, soft and wide.
The Evening spreads her robes of
was clear out of sight. Three men
light.
were eugaged to cut down the corn
stalk with axes to save the boy trorn And, like a young and timid bride.
Sits blushing In the arms of Night
starvation, but the stalk grew so rapid
ly that they could not hit twloe in the And when the moon’s sweet crescent
same place. The boy was living on
springs
G r a b b in g Im p lem en t.
green corn aloue and had already
In light o’er Heaven’s deep, wave
It Is, of course, generally known that thrown down more than four bushels
less sea,
the lever principle gives the greatest of cobs.
And stars are forth, like blessed things,
power for the smallest physKal exer
I think of thee—I think of thee!
The later fate of the boy Is not
tion. It It not so known. That Is of minor Importance,
I
think
of thee—that eye of flame.
generally known that anyway. The great and burning ques
Those tresses, falling bright and free.
the work of g r u b tion Is: Does corn really grow that
That brow, where “Beauty writes her
bing is a veritable fast in Kansas?
name”—
labor of
Hercules
A man whose word has never been
I think of thee—I think of thee!
and that tbe uproot disputed with any degree of success —George D. Prentice.
ing of a few sturdy went east with this story from south
W in ter.
bushes and young western Kansas. His two brothers
But winter has yet brighter scenes—he
t r e e s Is all the exer
were working clearing out the weeds
boasts
cise some men want. In a deserted pasture lot. After a trip
A
Virginia
man, to the farmhouse one of the brothers Splendors beyond what gorgeous sum
mer knows.
however, was cogat- returned to find the other missing.
Or autumn with his many fruits and
zant of both these
woods
"Where are you, Ed?" he shouted.
u a u u B i N u d e v i c e , truths
and he set
“ Here I am," he heard the answer All flushed with many hues. Come
when
the rains
about inventing an Implement on the Ing voice of Ed. coming from some
Have glazed the snow, and clothed the
lever principle to be used in grubbing. where near the fence.
trees with ice.
The result was the article shown In
"Well, shake a weed, so I can tell While the slant sun of February pours
the cut. which Is guaranteed to up where you are,"
commanded the Into the bowers a flood of light. Ap
root anything but the village chestnut brother.
proach!
tree and the Constitution. First there
They tell down east that If a farm The encrusted surface shall upbear thy
Is a base with an arm rigidly attach er In the west plants his ground with
steps
ed. There Is a jaw at the end of the corn and takes first class care of it he And the broad arching portals of the
grove
arm and a brace to which a lever Is will get 100 bushels to the acre, and If
pivoted. On the end of the lever Is he takes middling care of It he will get Welcome thy entering. Look! the mos
sy trunks
another jaw, co-operating with the seventy-live bushels to the acre, and If
first-mentioned.
The Implement Is he does not plant at all he will get Are cased in the pure crystal, each
light spray
thrust close to the root of a bush, the fifty.
Nodding and tinkling in the breath of
stem of which is seized between the
Heaven
It Is also told in the east that west
two jaws and a pull on the lever tears ern farmers have been known to start Is studded with its trembling water
the bush up.
drops
out In the spring and plow a furrow
until fall and turn around and harvest That stream with rainbow radiance as
A
F e w H o r n e D o n ’ t«.
they move.
Don’t ask me to "back" with blinds back; while a man in Detroit has a —William Cullen Bryant.
friend in Dakota who owned a tarm
on; I'm afraid to.
I le « t o r e « l t o C o u H c l o u m e « « .
Don’t let some blockhead drive me on which he had to give a mortgage
and the mortgage was due on one end
Often the person who is most fright
that has less sense than I have.
before they could get It recorded on ened at the awfulness of a wedding is
Don’t run me down a steep hill, for
the other.
not the bride or the groom, but the
If anything should give way I might
Not so long ago a man—perhaps It best man. On him there rests the re
break your neck.
was the same man—was telling some sponsibility of a stage -manager who it
Don’t whip me when I get fright acquaintances about a pathetic scene anxious for his star actor to make his
ened. or I will expect it next time and | he witnessed on one of those big Da- exits and his entrances Just right,
may make you trouble.
| kota farms three years ago. He aaid j What may happen in the way of nerve-
Don’t trot me up hill, for I have he saw an entire family prostrated trying experiences is indicated by he
you. the buggy and myself to carry. with grief—women yelling, children ' Louisville Courier-Journal in the fol-
Try running uphill with a load your bawling and dogs barking. One man J lowing story:
self.
The best man was getting more
had his camp outfit placed on seven
Don’t drive me with an "overcheck" four-mule wagons and was going | flustered every minute. Finally they
| arrived at the altar, and the minister
on; the sun hurts my eyes and I can’t around bidding everybody good-bye.
"Where is he going?” asked one of began saying the all-important words.
see where to step. It's inhuman and
He looked at the best man, awaiting
the party.”
cruel.
"Half way across the farm to feed the production of the ring.
Teach me to stop when you say
The bridegroom fixed him with stony
“ whoa,” and this you can do without the pigs," was the answer.
Spme one wanted to know If he avor gaze, and the bride turned her plead
Jerking my head off or tearing my
mouth. It may check me If the lines got back to his family again, but the ing eyes upon him, too.
The hand of the best man stuck in
should drop or break and save a run narrator said It was not time for him
the depths of his trousers pocket,—
away and smash-up.—California Voice. to get back yet.
One man, It is said, started In to cut "regular" best men carry the rings in
a tree off his place. When he had cut their right hand waistcoat pockets,
Y e iit lln t ln jr S ta b le « .
Horses and cows are in the stable away at one side for about ten days you know,—and when he brought It
at night for rest. When the weather he decided to take a look around the forth it was empty.
The bridegroom Increased the stonl*
is warm the atmosphere In close con tree, and when he got around on the
flnement becomes very warm and op other side he found a man who bad ness of his stare, and the high collar
pressive, so much so that the animals been cutting at that same tree for of the best man became slightly mora
become very uncomfortable and hence three weeks and they had not heard suffocating and a little more wilted.
Once more he thrust a hand Into the
fall to get proper fest. The horse that the sound of each other's axes.
The quick growth of Western cities recesses of his trousers pocket, and
does not get proper rest is not in a
good condition for heavy work the fol Is a matter of common talk and the once more there was nothing there.
The delay was getting noticeable,
lowing day, and the cow that does not East no longer doubts these tales. An
sleep In a cool, restful place in hot engine driver of a train crossing the and people in the back seats leaned
weather will not give a full flow of j prairie was surprised one day to see a forward to see if the bride had not
milk. The temperature of the work I town of considerable size just ahead, fainted. Desperate, the bridegroom
ing or producing animal must be kept j at a spot where there was nothing the determined to wait no longer, but In
normal to give the best results. If j day before. He yelled over to his flre- a tone that was distinctly heard by
there are no windows in your stables '■ man, asking what town that was. but nearly everybody there he said fierce
cut out a number now and let light | the fireman was stumped, too. When ly:
“ You, Jerry, give me that ring!”
and fresh air come for the health and he pulled Into the station there were
That sounded so natural that the un
nearly 1,000 persons waiting to see the
comfort of the animals.
first train come In. When they pulled happy best man Just simply found It
out the conductor stationed a brake- right away and gave it up; and then
T h e L argenl Incubator.
There are a great many things that man on the rear platform to watch for they were married and lived happy
we can claim to lead the world in. but any towns that sprang up after the ever after.
Australia has the largest Incubator In train got by.
P fc k ln sr » H o r a e .
They never have anything small or
the world. It has a capacity of 11.440
A British cavalry officer, speaking
duck's eggs or 14,080 hen’s eggs. This ordinary out In that section at all. of horses, said:
monster batching machine consists of Windstorms blow down wire fences,
"Give me a free hand and I should
an ordinary shed, with a corrugated draw Btoves out of chimneys and blow pick a roan—that is, for good temper
iron roof; the egg trays hold 130 the bottoms out of empty bottles. Dur and quick learning. Dark grays and
duck's eggs or 160 hen's eggs. There ing one of these remarkable wind blacks are mostly strong and hardy,
are four of these trays end to end, one storm« a whisky barrel standing In and so are dark chestnuts. As a gen
above the other, on each side of the front of a saloon wan sucked out of eral rule, light chestnuts and light
room, making eight In all. Heat comes the bunghole and turned Inside out, bays are nervous and delicate. A rusty
from steam pipes supplied from a large and the dirt was blown from around a black's a sulky pig nine times out ot
boiler and moisture from pans under post hole in the hillside, leaving the ten. Then, again, there are 'white
the lower tier of trays. The Incubator hole sticking out of the ground about stockings,' as they call them. You
Is claimed to be working very well two feet with no dirt around it.
know the old saying. ‘One white leg's
and to be quite a success.
a bad un, two white legs you may sell
R e fn a e d to B e F o o le d .
There Is no fooling a man who love, to a friend, three white legs you may
I u v e a l lien t i n s P o o r E s s Y i e l d .
fooling. Some one, on that significant trust for a time, four white legs you
There may be several causes why
date, April 1, sent Henry Ward Beech may lay your life on.’ "
your hens are not laying. Maybe they
This does not agree with an old
er a letter containing just a sheet of
are infested with lice. This Is a very
Yankee saying:
paper
with
the
two
words,
"April
frequent cause of non-laying. Maybe
they don't get sufficient green food or Fool,” says the United Presbyterian.
One white foot, buy him;
animal food; either cause may prevent | Mr. Beecher opened it, and then a
Two white feet, try him;
them from laying. Maybe they don't delighted smile beamed over bis face
Three white feet, look well a bon»
get enough exercise. Keep Investigat as he exclaimed:
him;
"Well! I've often heard of a man
ing until you find out the cause of the
Four white feet, go on without
non-supply of eggs, and if you find •writing a letter and forgetting to sign
him.
his name to It, but this Is the first case
that and apply the remedy your trou
of a man signing his name and forget-
ble will be over.
Now, however, the American Idea It
ting to write the letter.”
similar to that of tbe sergeant, and
G e ttin g th e Crop« In.
M a k e Som e Oan H appy.
they say: “Four white feet you can
It pays to get oats In early, and
Charles Kingsley thus counseled n slake your life on him."—London 8pee-
often one or two weeks’ time can be friend: "Make It a rule and pray to
I tator.
saved by plowing In the fall. Where i God to 'help you to keep It, never, If
H n ntnr. o f th e C ity.
corn Is put in with a lister It Is not lioeslble, to He down at night without
Since the introduction of the exlt-
necessary to harrow the ground in being able to say. 'I have made one
the spring, as the lister will make the human being at least a little wiser, a at-the-front cars It is customary for
soli fine around the seed, and as soon I little happier or a little better thla the conductor to notify the motor man
as the corn Is planted the cultivator day.’ You will find it easier than you ot disembarking passengers by shout
ing "Coming out!"
can be put to work and the ground ; think and pleasanter.”
The other day as a Troost cm
put tn fine condition.
A WrMtler.
reached Campbell street the conductor
S tm M lttr o f R o c k P h n n p h ate.
j "Have you no occupation, my man?*' shouted:
Rock phosphate does not leach ont ! asked the lady at the kitchen door.
"Camel-coming-out!"
of the soil; it might wash off from a
"Yes'm,” replied the tramp, ’’I'm n
A stranger looked up expecting to
hillside. As to the quantity. It Is best wrestler."
see a man with a hump on his back.—.
to keep applying rock phosphate until
Kansas City Times.
"A wrestler?”
the soli content of phosphorus has
"Yes'm; 1 wrest Is with poverty,
A married man has the same dread
been brought up to 1,500 or 1,800 mum.” —Yonkers Statesman.
of a drygoods store that a fanner haa
pounds per acre In the surface seven
One of M any.
of a lightning rod agent.
Inches.
Salesman (lately promoted to curio
Nature knows what It is abont; U
Hay farming with chemicals as com department)—This necklace, madam,
monly practiced no doubt removes waa originally made for the duke of la the little girls, and not the Itttl«
more fsrtlllty than It restores, but the Buckingham, who gave It to Anne of boys, who want to hold the baby.
proceee Is very slow and no doubt Austria. Wn’rn selling n lot of them."
In trying to be "Independent" maag
highly profitable under conditio«
^ — Pund
oeonle are lmnoUtr