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it* - THEtPPERDES MpiNES v ALGONA v IOWA, WEt>NE8t>AY, DECEMBER 2, 1891. LOVrS VICTORY, BY BERTHA M. CLAY. JT:-I She waited evidently for Miss Dan-ell to make some complimentary reply. Not a word came from the proud lips. "And when she comes I hope. Miss Darrell, that you and she will he great friends.'' "It Is father probable, if I like her,' 1 was the frank reply. Sir Oswald looked horrified. Lady Hampton smiled still more sweetly. "You are sure to likelier.' Elinor is most dearly loved wherever she goes." "Is Bhe a sweet, creature?" asked Pauline, with such inimitable mimicry thai Miss Hastings shuddered, while !>ir Oswald turned pale. "She is indeed," replied Lady Hampton, who, if she understood the. sarcasm, made no sign. "With Sir Oswald's permission, I shall bring her to spend a long day with you, Miss Darrell." "1 shall be charmed," said Sir Oswald— "really delighted, Lady Hampton. Yon do me great honor indeed." He looked at his niece, for some little confirmation of his words, but that young lady appeared too haughty for speech; the woTd "honor" seemed to her strangely misapplied. Lady Hampton relaxed none of her gra- eiousness; her bland .suavity continued Ihe same until the end ol' the visit; and then, in some way, she contrived to make Miss Hastings understand that she wanted to speak with her. She asked Ihe governess if she would go with ha- to the carriage, as she wished to consult her about sonic music. When they'were alone, her air and manner changed abruptly. She turned eagerly to her, her eyes full of sharp, keen curiosity. "Can you tell me one tiling?" site asked. 'Is Sir Oswald going to make that proud, itttpid, illiterate girl Ids heiress—mistress of Court'. 1 " do not know.'- replied Miss Hastings. "How should ] be able to answer such a question?" 'Of course 1 ask in oWilidenco—only in itrlct confidence; you understand that,'Miss Hastings?" "1 understand," was the grave reply. "All the county is crying shame on him," said her ladyship. "A French painter's daughter. He must be mad to think of such a thing. A girl brought up in tho midst of Heaven knows what. Ho never can intend to leave Darrell Court to her." "He must leave it to some one," said Miss Hastings; "and who has :i belter right toil than his own sister's child?" "Let him marry," she suggested, hastily; "let him marry, and leave it to children of his own. Do you think the county will tolerate such a mistress I'oi 1 Darrell Court—so blunt, so ignoranl! Miss Hastings, lie must marry." "1 can only suppose," replied tho governess, "that he will please himself, Lady Hampton, without, any reference to tho county." UirAI'TKH VI. i CAI'TAJJf I.A.VOTON 1 . i Juno, with its roses and lilies, passed on, i the l!i!,urmmis hail all fallen, the lilies had .-' vanished, and still '.'.:•.: stall! of affairs at Dar! rel) Ctiin-l. remained doubtful. Pauline, in l. many of those, ivsp.vtti in which her uncle i would fnin have seen her'changed, remained i; unaltered—indeed it was not easy to unlearn ,• the teachings "of a life-time. i Miss Hastings, more patient and hopeful 1 than Sir Oswald, persevered, with infinite g-.vtact and discretion. 13lit there were certain [^peculiarities of which Pauline could not be ..broken. One was a habit of calling evory- 3 thing;by its right name. She had no notion i of using any of those polite little fictions society delights in; no matter how harsh, how ugly tho words, she did not hesitate to use it. Another peculiarity was that of telline; tho blunt, plain, abrupt truth, no matter what they cost, no matter who was pained. She tore aside the flimsy veil of society with zest; she spared no one in her almost ruthless denunciations. Her intense scorn for all kinds of polite fiction was somewhat annoying. "You need not say that I am engaged, James," she said, one day, when a lady called whom she disliked. "I am not engaged, but I do not care to see Mrs. Camden." Even that bland functionary looked aunoy- ed. Miss Hastings tried to make some compromise. "Yon cannot send such a message as that, Miss Darrell. Pray listen to reason." "Sir Oswald and yourself agreed that she was " "Never mind that," hastily Interrupted Miss Hastings. "You must not hurt any . one's feelings by such a blunt message as that; it is neither polite nor well-bred." "I shall never cultivate either politeness or good breeding at the expense of truth; therefore you had better send the message yourself, Miss Hastings," "I will do so," said tho governess, quietly. "I will manage it in such a way as to show Mrs. Camden that she is not expected to call again, yet so as not to humiliate her before tho servants; but, remember, not at any sacrifice of truth." Such contests were of daily, almost hourly, occurrence. Whether tho result would be fiuch a degree of training as to lit tho young lady for taking the, position she wished to occupy, remained doubtful. ;••; "This is really very satisfactory," said Sir Oswald, abruptly, one morning, as he entered the library, where Miss Hastings awaited him. "But," he continued, "before I explain myself, let mu ask you how are you getting on—what progress are you making with your tiresome pupil?" The gentle heart of the governess was grieved to think that she could not give a more satisfactory reply. Little real progress had been made in study; less in manner. "There is a mass of splendid material, Sir Oswald," she said; "but the difficulty lies in putting it into shape." "I am afraid," he observed, "people will make remarks; and J. have heard more than one doubt expressed as to what kind of hands Darrell Court is likely to fall into should I make Pauline, my heiress. You see she is capable of almost anything. She would turn the place into an asylum; she would transform it Into a college for philosophers, a home for needy artists—in fact, anything that might occur to her—without the least hesitation." Miss Hastings could not deny it. They were not speaking of a manageable nineteenth century young lady, but of one to whom no ordinary rules applied, whom no customary measures litted. "1 have a letter here," continued Sir Oswald, "from Captain Aubrey Langton, tho son of one of my oldest and dearest friends. He proposes to pay me a visit, and—pray, Miss Hastings, pardon me lor suggesting such a tiling, but 1 should be so glad if he" would fall in love with Paulino. I have an idea that love might educate and develop her more quickly than anything else." Miss Hastings had already thought the same thing; but she knew whoever won the love of such a girl as Pauline Darrell would be one of the cleverest of men. "1 am writing to him to tell him that I hope he will remain with us for a month; and during that time X hope, I fervently hope, he may fall in love with my niece. She is beautiful enough. Pardon me again Miss jaasrinirs. nnr nas sne ever spoijen to yon Of love or .'overs? "No. She is in that respect, as In many others, quite unlike the generality of girls. 1 have never heard an allusion to such ~matters from her lips—never once." This fact seemed to Sir Oswald stranger than any other: he had an idea that girls tle- TOted the greater part of their t hough I* to such subjects. "Do you think," he inquired, "that she cared for any one in Paris—any of those men, for instance, whom she used to meet at her father's?" "No," replied Miss Hastings; "i do not think so. Site Is strangely backward in all such respects, although she was brought up entirely among gentlemen." "Among—pardon me, my dear madame, not gentlemen—members, wo will say, of a gentlemanly profession." Sir Oswald took from his gold snuff-box a pinch of most delicately-flavored snuff, and looked as though he thought the very existence of such people a mistake. "Any liltie influence that j-ou may possess over my niece, Miss Hastings, will you kindly use in Captain Langton's favor? Of course, If anything should come of my plan—as I fervently hope there may—I shall stipulate that the engagement last two years. During that time 1 shall trust to tho influence of love to change my niece's character." It was only a fresh complication—one from which Miss Hastings did not expect much. That same day, during dinner, Sir Oswald told his niece of tho expected arrival of Captain Langton. "I have seen so few English gentlemen," she remarked, "that he will be a subject of some, curiosity to me." "You will find him—that Is, if ho resembles his father—a high-bred, noblo gentleman," said Sir Oswald, complacently. "Is he clever?" she asked. "What does ho do?" "Do 1" repeated Sir Oswald. "I do not understand you." "Does ho paint pictures or write books?' 1 "Heaven forbid 1" cried Sir Oswald, proudly. "He Is a gentleman." Her face flushed hotly for some minutes, and then the flush died away, leaving her paler than ever. "I consider artists and writers gentlemen," she retorted- "gentlemen of a far higher stamp than tlio=e to whom fortune has given money and nature has denied brains." Another time a sharp argument would have resulted from the throwing down of such a gauntlet. Sir Oswald had something else in view, so he allowed the speech to pass. "It will bo a great pleasure for me to see my old friend's son again," he said, "I hope, Pauline, you will help mo to make his visit a pleasant one." "What ran I do?" she asked, brusquely. "What a question 1" laughed Sir Oswald, "Say rather, what can you not do? Talk to him, sing to him. Your voice is magnificent, and would give any one tho greatest pleasure. You can ride out with him." "if he is a clover, sensible man, 1 can do all that you mention; if not, 1 shall not trouble myself about him. I never could endure either tiresome or stupid people." "My young friend is not likely to prove either," said Sir Oswald, angrily; and Miss Hastings wondered in her heart what the result of it all would be. That same evening Miss Darrell talked of Captain Langton, weaving many bright fancies concerning him. "1 suppose," she said, "that it is not always the most favorable specimens of the English who visit Paris. We used to see such droll caricatures. I like a good caricature above, all things—do you, Miss Hast ings?" "When it is good, and pains no one," was the sensible reply. The girl turned away with a little Impatient sigh. "Your ideas are all colorless," she said, sharply, "lu England it seems tome that everybody is alike. Yon have no individuality, no character." "If character means, in your sense of the word, ill-nature, so much the better," rejoined Miss Hastings. "All goodhearted people strive to save each other from pain." "I wonder," said Pauline, thoughtfully, "if I shall like Captain Langton! We have been livin;;-here quietly enough; but I feel as though some great change were coming. You have no doubt experienced that peculiar sensation which comes over one just before a heavy thunder-storm? I have that strange, half-nervous, half-restless sensation now." "You will try to be amiable, Pauline," put in the governess,.quietly. "You see that Sir Oswald evidently thinks a great deal of this young friend of his. You will try not to shock your uncle in any way—not to violate those little conventionalities that ho respects so much." "I will do my best; but I must bo myself— always myself. I cannot assume a 1'alse character." "Then let it bo your better self," said the governess, gently; and for one minute Pauline Darrell was touched. '•That sweet creature, Lady Hampton's niece, will he here next week," she remarked, after a short pause. "What changes will be brought into our lives, I wonder?" Of all the changes possible, least of all aha expected the tragedy that afterwards happened. CHAPTER vn. T1IE INTRODUCTION. a never-to-be-lorgotton It was a never-to-be-lorgotton evening when Captain Lanjrton reached Darrell Court —an evening fair, bright, and calm. The sweet southern wind bore tho perfume of flowers; tho faint ripples of the fountains, the musical song of the birds seemed almost to die away on the evening breeze ; the sun appeared unwilling to leave the sapphire sky, the flowers unwilling to close. Pauline had lingered over her books until she could remain in-doors no longer; then, by Miss Hast- Ing's advice she dressed for dinner which was delayed an hour— afterward went into the garden. Most girls would have remembered, as they dressed that a handsome young officer was coming; Miss Darrell did not make the least change in her usual toilet, The thin, flue dress of crape fell in statuesque folds round tho splendid figure; the dark hair was drawn back from the beautiful brow, and negligently fastened with her favorite silver arrow; the white neck and fair rounded arms gleamed like white marble through the thin folds of crape. There was not the least attempt at ornament; yet no queen arrayed in royal robes ever looked more lovely. Paulino was a great lover of the picturesque. Witli a single flower, a solitary knot of ribbon, she could produce an effect which many women would give all their jewels to achieve. Whatever she wore took a kind of royal grace from herself which no oilier person could impart. Though her dress might be made of the same material <is that of others, it never looked the same. On her it appeared like the robes of a queen. As Pauline was passing through the corridor, Miss Hastings met her. The governess looked scrutiniziugly at the plain evening dress; it was tho same that she had worn yesterday. Evidently there was no girlish desire to attract. "Pauline, \ve shall have a visitor this evening." said Hiss Hastings: "von miidtt add a Tew towers to your dress." She passed on, with a smile of assent. Almost the first thing that caught her attention out of doors was a large and handsome fnch- fiin. She gathered a spray of the rich purple and crimson flowers, and placed it negligently in her hair. Many women would have stood before their mirror for an hour without producing the same superb effect. Then she placed another spray of the same gorgeous flower in the bodice of her dress. It was all done without effort, and she would have been the last In the world to suspect how beautiful she, looked. Then she went on to the fountain, for the beautiful, calm evening had awakened all the poet's soul within her. The grand, sensitive nature thrilled—tho beautiful, poetical mind reveled in this hour of nature's most supremo loveliness. A thousand bright fancies surged through her heart and brain; a thousand poetical ideas shaped themselves into words, and rose to her lips. So time, passed, and she was unconscious of it, until a shadow falling over the great white lilies warned her that some one was near. Looking up quickly, she saw a toll, fair, handsome young man gazing at. her with mingled admiration and surprise. Ucsido him stood Sir Oswald, courtly, gracious, and evidently on tho alert. ''Captain Langton," lie said, "let mo introduce you to my niece, Miss Dai-rail." Not one feature of the girl's proud, beautiful face moved, but there was some little curiosity in her dark eyes. They rested for a moment on tho captain's face, and then, with a dreamy look, she glanced over tho heads of the white lilies behind him. Ho wns not her ideal, not her hero, evidently. In that ouo keen, quick glance, she read not only the face, but the heart and soul of tho man before her. Tho captain felt ns though ho had been subjected to some wonderful microscopic examination. "Site is one of those dreadfully shrewd girls that pretend to read faces," ho said to himself, while ho bowctl low before her, and replied with enthusiasm to the introduction. "My niece is quite a Darrell," said Sir Oswald, proudly. "Yon see she has the Darrell face." Again tho gallant captain offered some flattering remark—a neatly turned compliment, which ho considered ought to have brought her down, as a sklllful'shot does a bird—but tho dark .eyes saw only the lilies, not him. "She is proud, like all the D.irrclls," he thought, "my father always said they were tho proudest race in England." "I hope," said Sir Oswald, courteously, "that you will enjoy your visit here, Aubrey. Your father was my dearest friend, and It gives me great delight to see you here." "1 am sure of It, Sir Oswald. I am equally happy; 1 cannot see how any one could bo dull for one minute in this grand old placo." Sir Oswald's face Hushed with pleasure, and for the first time tho dark eyes slowly left the lilies and looked at the captain. "I find not only one minute, but many hours in which to be dull," said Paulino. "Do you,like the country so well?" "I like Darrell Court," ho replied, with a bow that, seemed to embrace Sir Oswald, his niece, and all his possessions. "You like it—in what way?" asked Pauline, in her terribly downright manner. "It is your first visit, and you have been here only a fow minutes. How can you toll whether you like it?" For a few moments Captain Langton looked slightly confused, and then ho rallied. Surely a man of the world was not to bo defied by a mere girl. "1 have seen that at Darrel) Court," IIP said deferentially, "which will make the place dear to me while I live." She did not understand him. She was fai too frank and haughty for a compliment so broad. But Sir Oswald smiled. "He is losing no time," thought the stately old baronet; "ho is falling in love with her, just as I guessed he would." "1 will leave you," said Sir Oswald, "to get better acquainted. Paulino, you will show Captain Langton the aviary." "Yes," she assented, carelessly. "But will you send Miss Hastings here? She knows the various birds far belter than I do." Sir Oswald, with a pleased expression on his face, walked away. "So you have an aviary at tho Court, Miss Darrell. It seems to me there is nothing wanting here. You do not seem interested; do you not like birds?" "Not caged ones," she replied. "1 love birds almost as though they wore living friends, but not bright-plnmaged birds in golden cages. They should be free and wild in woods and forests, filling the summer air with joyous song. I love them well then." "You like unrestricted freedom?" he observed. "I do not merely like it, I deem it an absolute necessity, i should not care for life without it." The captain looked moro attentively at her. It was tho Darrell face, surely enough—features of perfect beauty, witli a soul of fire shining through them. "Yet," ho said, musingly, cautiously feeling his way, "there is but litlle freedom- true freedom—for women. They are bound down by a thousand narrow laws and observances—caged by a thousand restraints." "There is no power on earth," slio returned, hastily, "that can control thoughts 01 cage souls; while they are free, It is untrue to say that there is no freedom." A breath of fragrant wind came and stir- pert, and tAklncr the slemter inron stein in her hand, straightened it: but the blow had broken one of the white leaves. "Why did you dn that'. 1 '' she nsked, In n pained voice, '•It is only a flower," he replied, with a laugh. "Only n flower! You have killed it. You rannot make it live again. Why wod you have cut its sweet, life shot t'.'" "It will not be missed from among so many," he said. "Yon might say the same thing of yourself," she retorted. "The world is lull of men nnd you would hardly be missed from so mnny; yet you would not like-.—" "There is some little ilitlVrenci- bci\veen a man and a flower, Miss Danvll." he inter- niplcd, stiffly. "There is. indeed; and the flowers have the advantage," she rclorted. Tho-captain solaced himself by twisting his mustache nnd relieved his feelings by some few muttered words, which Mi.ss Darrell did not hear. In her quick, impulsive way, she judged him at once. "He is cruel and sellisli." she thought; "ho would not even sloop lo save the life of the sweetest flower that blows. He shall not forget killing (hat lily." she continued, nsshn gathered the broken chalice, and placed it In her bolt, "Every time he looks at me," she said, "he shall rememlierwhat he has done." Tho captain evidently understood her amiable Intention, and liked her accordingly. They walked on for some minutes in perfect silenco;-1hen Pauline turned to him suddenly. "Have you been long in tho army, Captain Langton?" Flattered by a question that seemed to evince some personal interest, ho hastened to reply: "Afore than eight years. I joined when i was twenty." "Have you seen any service?" she nsked. "No," ho replied. "My regiment, had been for many years in active service Just before 1 Joined, so that wo have been at homo since then." "In inglorious ease," she said. "Wo are ready for work," ho returned, "when work comes." "How do you employ your time?" she asked; and again he was flattered by tlio interest that tho question showed. Ills face Unshed. Hero was a grand opportunity of showing tills haughty girl, this "proudest Darrell of them all," that ho was eagerly sought after In society such as she had not yet seen. "You have no conception of the Immense number oC engagements that occupy our time," ho replied; "I am fond of: horses—I take an interest in all races." If ho had added that ho was one of tho greatest gamblers on tho turf, he would have spoken truth fully. "Horse racing," said Miss Dim-oil—"that Is the favorite occupation of all English gentlemen, is it not'.'" "I should Imagine so. Then 1 am considered—you must pardon my boasting—one of the best billiard players in London." "That is not much of a boast,"sheremark- ed, with such quiet contempt thai (he captain could only look at her in sheer wonder. "There arc balls, operas, parlies, suppers —I cannot tell wlial; and the ladies engross a great deal of our time. \Vo soldiers uaver forget, our devotion and chivalry to the fail- sex, Miss Dan-ell." "The fair sex should be grateful that they share your attention witli horses and billiards," she returned. "But what else do .von do, Captain Langton? I was not thinking of such trifles as those." "Trifles!" lie repeated. "I do not call horse racing a trifle. I was within an Inch of winning the Derby—I moan to say a horse of mine was. If you call that a trifle, Miss Darrell, you go near to upsetting English society altogether." (To bo continued.) FARM AND HOME. TtIK IIA1SVKST MOOV • ;'s rose, the deeping stre'imle All. TUB TRAP ROHM). Ruled the last faint olnsh of And the shadows gather in vale, Where silent now, the rippling flows Hem-nth the mist, Hint, rising dim nnd pale. Hovers ovvr It liken silver vf II, Hiding the tears upon Iherlnsed up llower*, That seem to weop for the day's vnnlshei hours. Across Ihe ht'nven n mellow radiance steals, The mist grmva brighter, and the silver stream Kell(v.-ts Ihe tender light which half revenis Kami's loveliness, nnd like an infant' drear Makes nil things beautiful nnd holy seem; The hnrvest moon nlcing the autumn sky Hold* her fair swny and bids the darkness fly. O'er fnllen leaves, o,er hill nnd vale nnd plnln, O'er ripened fruits and llelds of golden Brain; O'er lovers, HnirerliiR In Ihe mystic light, Whispering fond words honenth the silent night; O'er the groat city In lis solemn rest, O'er wealih nnd poverty, the worst, the hest; Her luster falls nnd through the listening air Hrenthes but of noftrn nnd heniily ovorvwhere, ""' e nnd puro she mounts tho nnuro "heaven, Telling the. wondron given. !ovo her (lod to man hits THE KITCHEN. KAKM NOTKH. Thp man who saves $5 on t.ho price of u ram in tho fall stands a (jood ehaneo to lose 826 in tho crop of lambs next spring. Lambs will soon learn to scoop out a pumpkin if split nnd laid in a trough, and the seeds are said to be elliencioiis ngainut stoinneli and intestinal worms. luoiluroiiR Milk, Perfectly pure and inodorous milk cannot bo hud unless the skin of the cow is kept clean. As with human beings, there are certain secretions that must bo thrown off, lirttt through tho skin, if it ia kept its normal condition, but if not, then through tho milk glands. Clean stalls and a slight rubbing with tho curd every morning am necessities in the high glass dairy. Light.nnd SutiHliInu, No money is better laid out in building a cul t lo or horse barn than tlmt put into window glass and plenty o£ it, to give tho animals light and sunshine, in their pleasant homos. If in a very cold clime and tho farmer is afraid the cold will come through, put tho window'double; but by no means uniko a dark barn. Absence of TTIK HOUSEHOLD. Onn TJttlo Word. "Only onp little word: Ilnl It .-tlrreil thp depth" of a living heart AlUl n'nVf Itm " lKh th<% J''" 1 ™ * ml thn «'lth Its bfesstlng anil glory, Its darknesi and The soul of' that little word shall abide And nevermore depart." Tin- Kitftlt. I.AMI'.MAK. light or sunlight for than for corn. cows, is no bettor Jumbles. One cupful of butter, two cupfuls of sugar, two eggs, one-half cupful of r.iillc or cream, one-half teaspoonful of soda, Mix stiff; roll out, sprinkle with sugar and cut in shapes. One cupful of molasses, one cupful o c sugar, one cupful of butter, one teaspoonful of soda, one-half cupful of water, one teaspoonful of ginger. Flour to roll qut. Wafers. One cupful of butter, two cupfuls of sugar, one or two eggs, one-third cupful of milk, one-quarter teaspoonful of soda; as little flour as possible. Flavor with vanilla. Cut in rounds. red the great white lilies. Tho gallant captain saw at once that he should only lose in arguments with her. "Shall we visit the aviary?" he asked. And she walked slowly down the path, he following, "She is like an empress," ho thought "It will be all tho more glory for me if i can win such a wii'e for my own." CIIAITJCH VIII. TUB BIIOKKN I.II.V. Pauline Darrell was a keen, shrewd observer of character. She judged more by .small actions than by great ones; it was a characteristic of hers. When women have that gift, it is more to be dreaded'than the cool, calm, matured judgment of men. Men err sometimes in their estimate of character, but it is very seldom that u woman makes a similar mistake. The garden path widened where the tall white lilies grew in rich profusion, and there Paulino and Captain Langton walked side by side. The rich, sweet perfume seemed to gather round them, and the dainty flowers, with their shining leaves and. golden bracts, looked like great white stars. Captain Langton carried a small cane in his hand. He had begun to talk to Pauline with great animation. Her proud indifference piqued him. lie was accustomed to something more like rapture when he devoted himself to any fair lady. He vowed to himself that he would vanquish her pride, that he would make her care for him, that the proud, dark eyes should soften and brighten for him; and he gave his whole mind to the conquest As he walked along, one of tho tall, white lilies bent over the path; with one touch of the cane hu beat It down, and Pauline gave a little cry, as though the blow had pained her. She Btop- CUeoHo Relish. Take a quarter of a pound of good fresh cheese, cut in thin slices and put in a stew pan. Pour over it a cupful of s .veet milk, add a quarter of a teaspoonful of dry mustard, season with salt, pepper, and butter the size of an egg. (Stir constantly, sprinkle in gradually three Boston crackers, powdered fine. Servo at once on a warm dish. I^emou Pudding, The juice and grated peel of two large lemons; whites of four and yolks of seven eggs, well beaten; one pound of sugar, one tablespoonful of wine or brandy, one pint of cream. After all are mixed add lemon. M&ke meringue of the remaining three whites. One tablospoonful of gelatine improves this. Set aside to cool. Always berva cold. Can be either for a dinner or supper dessert. Cooonnut Sponge Pudding. Heat three cupfuls of rich inilk to boiling, stir into it two cupfuls of stale sponge cake crumbs, beat thib to a soft batter, let it become nearly cold add the beaten yolks of two eggs and the whites of four, one-half a cupful of sugar, flavoring to suit taste, one cupful of cocoanut, and last one glass of white winej bake in a buttered pudding dish until it is firm jn the centre and a delicate brown; serve with whipped cream and powdered sugar. Jfoiled Turkey With OyaterH. For a good sized turkey take twenty- five large oysters, and cut them into small pieces, Stir with them a quart of bread crumbs, one tablespoonful of chopped parsley, and one .of witter, a teaspoonful of sweet marjorum, and pepper and salt to taste. Stuff the bird and truss it carefully. Rub it all over with lemon juice to whiten the skin, flour a cloth and tie the bird up in it, and put it into a kettle of boiling water. Cook it very slowly, allowing half f,n hour to each pound of the turkey's weight. Even a very ancient fowl will be rendered iuicy and tender by this mode of cooking, and celery sauce. Serve with oyster Contentment abides with truth. You will generally suffer for wishing to appear other than you are, whether it be richer or greater or more learned. The mask soons becomes an instrument of torture. HOPHO lirocdlnif. The training and developing of horses has passed from tho hands of tho few into those of tho many, and nowhere is more energy and brain power being expended than in the attempted solution of thn question of perfection in horse breeding. Hardly a vestige of old methods or fixtures remain and gradually, as thp underlying principles are studied, and industry has bseri taken up by systematic business men, who are lifting it lo a better level. Ail v lea of An Old Sliophord. Two hours a day spent in standintr tho rnm for a month will save moro than two hours n day next spring in fussing with weak lambs. Besides that, a ram properly regulated, will jot, without injury to himself, fifty lambs where tho ram turned into the flock ought not to bo allowed to get over thirty. Still further, tho fifty lambs will bo worth fully twice as much as the thirty, oven if you succeed in raising all tho thirty. Take tho word ol an old shepherd for this. I'uro Ilrcoil IfowlH. There are no fowls that show to better advantage on the form than tho Plymouth Rock, and they have won n dnsorvedlyhigb place both as layers and for the table. They are largo, handsome and clean looking, and this fact alone is worth all it will cost to procure a flock of them in place of tho common mix'jd barnyard (lock. Their care and feeding will cost no more than tho others, and they are sure to give a bettor return. It is a. little strange that a farmer will lake the pains and go to largo expense in order have good horses, cattle, sheep and hogs, and yet will be content with a flock of mongrel fowls when it is HO easy to have good ones. The farmer should not attempt to bo a poultry fancier, but it is only good farming to keep one puro breed for practical purposes. Protecting A]>»lo TITO*. There are several ways of protecting the stems of apple trees from tho depredations of rabbits, but perhaps tho cheapest and most effectual is to wrap them with sheets of common tar paper such as are commonly used in lining the walls of buildings, roofs, etc. This will last about two years, but it should bo removed in spring, because if left on during tho summer it might injure the bark of tho trees. But plain buildin^paper brown wrapping paper or thin muslin will answer tho purpose for tho rabbits will not attempt to bite through these in order to get to the bark. Whatever material is used, it should bo applied before snow falls or uold weather sets in. Exhibition of J-ivo Stock. At the Southern Minnesota fair, hold in September last, was shown a herd of IIol- steins that wan right in line with what has often been advocated for show cattle; that is, they were not pampered and made over fat and smooth on purpose for exhibition, but were in good condition for farm stock, showing that they wore cared for just as every good farmer can and should cans for his stock all the time. This is the only condition in which farm animals should ever be admitted as competitors for prizes at our fairs. It is perhaps needless to say that these were shown as dairy stock. One heifer in the herd gave 40 pounds of milk per day when 20 months old, and one cow had a record of 78 pounds of milk per day, while another had a. record of 11% pounds of butter in four days. This shows tho fact that tho omission of "frills" did not interfere with their being good cattle. The purpose of our exhibitions of live stock should be only to show the same in good practical working condition.—Exchange. Light-Headed. A farmer went with his son into a wheat field to see if it was ready for harvest. "See, father," said the boy, now straight these stems hold up their heads | Those that hang their heads down I am sure they cannot be good for much " Replying, the father said: "The stalk that stood go 'straight is light-headed, und almost good for nothing, while the one that hung its bead so modestly is fall of the most beautiful grain." \Ve have not heard the music of the spheres, The song of s;nr to star; font thore art sounds More deep than human joy or hiimnn tears, Hint nature uses In horcommon rounds; The fall of streams, dm cry of wind* that ntrnln TI " >1I1 j™ 1kt ' "" roaring of tho Ben's »nrgB, >f thunder hreaklnc nfnr ofT, or rain 1 hat falls hy minutes In the summer night, I liesn nro the voices of earth's secret soul, rtterlng tho mystery from which ehe cam*: lo him who henrs them irrlef beyond control, Or Joy Inscrntnhle without n nnmo A akes In his heart thoughts burled them, Ira- pearler! lleforo Ihe birth nnd making of Ihe world. —Scrlbnsr. A lifo that helps other? is always widen- ng and deepening itself. The signet, ring of the Sultan Akbttr was engraved with the.-e words, "No one ever lost himself along a straight road." lU'ni'volmit, Even the kindest-hearted of us souio- unes say things that without explanation ound rather queer. It was one of tho test of women who said to her husband: 'What a pity that none of our neighbors ro sick now!" "Why?" was tho surpris- d (|tiery. "Because, if they ware I ould send thorn some of this nice jolly," vaslhe complacent answer. Knots. About tho Dovll. Hum'*. Horn. When the devil paints he always does •• in daw.lrng colors. flo-Vs mnu'js ore bigger and bettor than le devil's loaves. Tho devil with Ihe preacher's coat on is one I ho less a devil. IfUm devil can got your feet ho don't ire what you do with your head. The devil has no hotter helper nny- •horo than the man with a fault-undine spirit. Tho devil don't, care two straws for your profession. All ho is afraid of is your practice. The devil has a strong grin on the man who thinks moro of money than ho does of salvation. Tho devil is always ready to walk arm- in-arm with tho man who says: "1 don't have lo join tho church to bo a Chriat- ain." All the power tho devil bus is to miiko men believe a lio, but the moment they believe wrong they will.bohuvo wrong. "Horo I AMI." A lawyer had a cage hanging on tho wall in his office, in. winch was a starling. He had taught the little fellow to answer when ho called it. A boy named Charlio camo in one morning. Tho lawyer left tho boy there while ho wont out for a fow minutes. When he returned tho bird was gone. Ho linked, "Whoro is my bird?" Charlio replied that ho did not know anything ahout, it. "But, "said ho, "Charlie, that bird was in cho cage when I wont out,. Now tell me all about it; where IB it?" Charlio declared that ho know nothing about it; that tho cigo door wan open, and ho 'guessed that tho bird had flown out. The lawyer called out, "Starling, wharo aroyou?" Tho bird spoke right out of. thp boy's pocket, and said just us plain as it could, "Hero I ami" Ah, what a fix that hoy was in! Ho had stolen tho bird, had hid it as ho supposed, in n safe phico, and had told two lies to conceal his guilt, and now camo a voice from his own pocket which told tho story of his guilt. It was a testimony that all tho world would believe. The boy had nothing to say. Tho bird was a living witness that tho boy was a thief and a liar. Wo nave not all of us a starling, but we have a conscience—not in our pocket, but in a moro secure place—in our soul; and that tolls tho story of our guilt or our innocence. AH _tho bird answered when the lawyer called it, so when Go t d speaks our conscience will reply, and Fgivo such toati- mony that wo cannot away—Well Spring. deny nor explain IClcotrloHy on the Farm. Electricity has "vocations in tho green fields and on the bill-Hide as well as in towns and cities. In many parts of tho country tho electric light is most effectively employed to lighten the labors of the farmer and lengthen tho time at his disposal during tho busy period of tho year, when the harvest has to bo got into shape for the market in tho shortest time possible. With the electric light at command tho days are twenty-four hours long instead of fourteen. The energetic farm- er'who keeps abreast of the times is not content to merely carry on his threshing operations by day, ho also works through the night with tho aid of the vivid rays of the arc lamp. How much this means to a farmer only a farmer can appreciate. Delays which would be caused by wet weather are avoided by taking advantage of dry spells and clearing off tho work in double quick time. The proprietor of agricultural machinery for hire is also a gainer by this arrangement, as the earnings of his plant for a single season are greately increased. Wo think it will pay electric-light companies who are established in the neighborhood of agricultural regions to organize a portable electric plant, which should be complete in itself and could be sent out at a moment's notice whenever required for such work as we describe.—Electricity. 1'roflt lu Hoc*. Profit in hogs depends largely on early )igs, green feed and early marketing. Select the sows which you wish to breed for early pig^s, and keep them in good, thrifty condition, and breed them so as to have some curly litters of pigs by the 1st to the 10th of March. This will necessitate some warm puis ready for the little fellows when they conie, but it will pay to prepare th«m. By the time the clover is targe enough to eat they will be large enough to eut clover, and if you have plenty of this ail through the season you can have them ready for early fall market almost wholly with'out grain. You can make them weigh 200 pounds at eight months in this way, and it will be the cheapest pork that you can possibly produce, much more profitable than iieavy grain fed hogs for the winter market ever are. One point to ard reaching this end in good shape is to have a Tord boar. Do not mind a fow extra ollars if they are necessary to procure the best. :

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