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THE A)ES KOIKES, ALGONA4QWA, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 17 V 1892. w IVE'S VICTORY. »BBTHA it. OLA*. Kll XXXtT. THE StOKY OF ELAINE. lastines laid down the newspaper, [uick jrlnnee of pleased surprise, iglart that 1 .came, to Omberleigh,!' 'Imagine, Pauline, whb is here. Sire heard me speak oi the St. Law"' I educated Laura St. Lawrence, and •led well, Riul went to India. Her holds h, very high appointment •Lady St. Lawrence is here with her Vane. I am so pleased." . I am pleased for you," responded , with the new gentleness that sat so m her. it go and se6 them," continued Miss ;f». "They are staying at Sea View, soon lind out where Sea View Is,". 'Lawrence 1" said Pauline, musingly; tyhennme; it has a pleasant sound." are noble people who bear it," ob- 'Mlss Hastings. "Lady St. Lawrence 'ays iny ideal of a .thoroughbred En- ieritleworhan. 1 never heard how it It the grcntc'i'tyart of their fortune was Sir Arthur died; He left but this i, Vane; and, although he has the title, iajfcbut little to support it with. I know •family estates were all sold. Lady St. a small fortune of her own; much." 'auliue repeated the name to her- noSt. Lawrence ["—thinking there !%Sy;a8 ft'sound as of half-forgotten iniisic in it. lliTHp^as a name that would have suited the 8? face'She hail watched on the sands. b "'"|$V$ltte St. Lawrencel" |uh|^nsciously,to herself she had said the i;ntatfe iloud. Miss Hustings looked up quick- „ you speak, my dear?" slie asked; and filltfie wondered to lind her face suddenly rarm'witli a burning blush. Ink," said Miss Hastings, presently, should like to visit them at once. it. Lawrence nuty not be staying long, hould never forgive myself if 1 were her. Will you coino with me, Pau- -t j, willingly." f($l%was ready to,go anywhere, to do any- ClJ *;i with that great, wondering love, that „,,_.->,' grand cal;n, filling her heart.and soul. JfiEjjjjw the first time the sight of her own mag: MfJcent loveliness pleased her. ^iie took more pains than she had ever •||5tokeh before; and the picturesque taste that 'ill^ai.part of her character greatly assisted ||fiejfi| Her dress was of purple silk, plain, X»|rjql:r'and graceful ; her hat, with its drooping oipurple plume, looked like a crown on the iilfjibeautiful head. She could no more help and queenly than she could he color of her eyes and hair. Miss looked up with a smile of surprise, face was so wonderfully beautiful light that never yet shone on land or shining on it. , Pauline," she said, laughing, "Lady rence will think 1 am taking the n of Sheba in disguise I What strange is coming over you, child?" ^SiSyhat indeed ! Was it the shadow of the HfSftQve that was to redeem her — to work won•' ll 'H|r8 in her character? Was it the light that fjjsamo from the half-awakening souli 1 Wiser yrqinen than good, kindly, simple-hearted •itiss Hastings mi.nlit have been puzzled. if IThey wen: not long in finding Sea View— ajiretty villa a little way out of the town, winding at the foot of a cliff, surrounded by is ami flowers— one of the prettiest spots leigh. They were shown into the ving-i-oom, tho windows of which com- vjfrjjiinded a magnificent view of the sea. ilfiijBefore they had been there many minutes sflijiere entered a fair, gentle, gracious lady, fiwhose eyes filled with tears as she greeted rWDiss Hastings warmly. i;i£$-!You arc like a spirit from the past," she |eald. "I can see Laura a little child again /ns'l look at yon. Nothing could have pleased ?<i»U»;60 much as seeing you." she looked admiringly at the beautl- l by her side. Miss Hastings intro- tier. ss Darrell," she said, "it seems strange t I should meet yon. My husband in his ij-youth knew Sir Oswald well." St. Lawrence was just what Miss had described her— a tliorouglily >i'!,;;i))igli-bred English lady. In figure she was •i^jJtiuHl upright; her IMCO had been beautiful i'^ffij/jjis youth, and was even now comely anil 4ff jtai!£;' the hixtirianl lirown hair was streaked ;M| ; j)&S and there willi silver. She wore a dress brocade, wiui some becoming araiige- f flowers and lace on her head ; she M' in IKT lady-like simplicity and |p|i]$|iiline, knowing Hint the two ladies would lljMirainncli to talk about, asked permission !;'yto]^iiiuse herself with some books she saw i?j;'upii>nHlie table. $$;•: '-^They belong to my son," said Lady St. ly^wrence, with a smile. ;/tMv|P{iero were Tennyson, Keuts, anil Byron, ti'ijiajjSpvi'ltlen inslilo of each, in a bold, clear rH|jiatt$ was the nnmn "Vane St. Lawrence." ^giPa'ifl'Ino lost herself again in the sweet story ;.f:ilvp|;Slialnu, from wliieli she was aroused at in- yf,$rpls by the repetition of the words— -'My $$$&yane.'' ;|^;sji^}ie could mil help hearing some part of 'ffsvjjia'^y St. Lawrence's confidential cominuni- ;f||!g^|^n, and il was to the effect how deeply 'Jf/fcJiitploploreil the blindness of her son, who jj^ljjiijght marry liis cousin Lillith Davenant, ^||pi|:;of the wealthiest heiresses in England. 'pr|Mjs^ Hastings was all kindly sympathy. ! yg^i|i^|t would be su Ii un excellent tiling for Ifjftjlfl;" continued Lady St. Lawrence; "and *;^j|jj[iith is a very nice girl, But it is useless f|;$jjpiiseling him; Vane is like his father. Sir 'ififMjJHH 1 , 5' 011 know, always would have his &mm way." f«^ft»line began to feel interested in this ^Ue St. Lawrence, who refused to marry heiress because ho did not love f$P° must bo somewhat like me," she said |piersolf with a smile. tlul conversation changed, and Lady wrenee began to speak of her daughter and her ciiildren. Pauline returned , and soon forgot everything else. o was aroused by a slight stir. She heard St. Lawrence say: y dear Vane, how you startled me I" loking up, she saw before her the same that had engrossed her thoughts and ,.,y! j|ho was nearer to it now, and could see "re plainly tho exquisite refinement of tho ulifid mouth, the clear, ardent expression ho bold, frank eyes, tiie gracious lines of clustering hair. Her heart seemed alt it to stand still— it was though she had Idenly been brought face to face with a •"iitom. p was bending over Lady St. Lawrence, king eagerly to her— he was greeting Miss itings with much warmth and cordiality. ,ullne had time to recover herself before dy St Lawrence remembered her. She ,d time to still tho wild beating of her heart to steady her trembling lips— but the Hush is btill on her beautiful face and the light her eyes when ho came up to her. Lndy St; •Lawrence spoice, but the worts sounde'd to Pauliffe as though they came 1 from afar off; yet they were Very simple. "Miss Darrrell," she said,"let me introduce my son to yon," ••Then she went back to Miss Hustings, eager to renew the conversation interrupted by the entrance of her son. What did Sir Vane see in those dark eyes that held him captifS? What was looking at him through that most beautiful face? What was it that seemed to draw his heart and soul fruin I'li'rii, never to become his own again? To any'other stranger he would have spoken indiit'erent words of greeting and welcome; ti> this dark-eyed girl he eonld say. nothing. When souls have spoken, lips have not much to say. They were both silent for some minutes; and then Sir Vane tried to recover himself What had happened to him? Wh.it strange, magic influence Was upon him? Ten minutes since lie had entered that room heart-whole; fancy-free, with laughter on his lips, and no thought of coming fate. Ten minutes had worked wonders of change; he was standing now in a kind of trance, looking into the grand 'depths of those dark eyes wherein he had lost himself. They said but few words; the calm and silence that fell oyer them during that first interval was not to be broken; it was more eloquent than words. He sat down by her side; she still held the book open in her hands. He glanced at it. "Elaine," he said, "do you like tliat story?" She told him, "Yes," and, taking the book from her hands, lie read the noble words wherein Sir Lancelot tolls the Lily Maid how he will dower her when she weds some worthy knight, but that ho can do no more for her. Was it a dream that she should sit there listening to those words from his lips—she .had fancied him Sir Lancelot without stain, and herself KlaineV There was a sense of unreality about it; she would not have ; been surprised at any moment to awake and lind herself in the pretty ilrawing-room at Marine Terrace—all this beautiful fairy tale adream —only a dream. The musical voice ceased at last; and it was to her as though some charm had been broken. I'Doyou like poetry, Miss Dai-fell?" inquired Sir Yam 1 . "¥es," sue. replied; "il sei.w) to me past of myself. 1 cannot explain clearly what I mean, but when 1 hear such grand thoughts read, or when 1 road them for myself, it is to me as though they were my own." "I understand," ho responded—"indeed 1 bqlieve that! should understand anything you said. 1 could almost fancy that 1 had lived before, and had known yon in another life." = Then Lady St. Lawrence snid something about Sea V iew, and they left fairy-land for a more cor.unonplace sphere of existence. CHAPT.KH xxxv. JtKDKKMKI) 11Y I.OVK. "If anything can redeem her, it will be love." So Miss Hastings had said of Pauline long months ago, when she had first seen her grand nature warped and soured by disappointment, shadowed by the lie.rro desire of revenge. .Now she, was to see the fulfillment of her words. With a nature like Pauline's, love was no ordinary passion; all the romance, the fever, Wie poo'try of her heart and soul were aroused. Her love tonk her out of herself, transformed and transfigured her, softened and beautified her. She was not of those who could love moderati'ly, and if one attachment was not satisfarlory, lake ivfiigp in another. Kor such as her there was but one love, and it would make or mar her life. Had Sir Vane St. Lawrence been merely a handsome man she would never have cared for him; but his soul and mind had mastered her. He was a nobie gentleman, princely in his tastes and culture, generous, pure, gifted with an intellect magnificent in itself, and cultivated to the highest degree of perfection. The innate, nobility of his character at once Influenced her. She acknowledged its superiority; she bowed her heart and soul before it, proud of the very chains that bound hoy. How small and insignificant everything else now appeared! Even tho loss of Darrell Court seemed triliim? to her. Life had suddenly assumed another aspect. She was in an unknown land; she was happy beyond everything that she had ever conceived or imagined it possible to be. It was a quiet, subdued happiness, one that was dissolving her pride rapidly as the sunshine dissolves, snow—happiness that was rounding off tho angles of her character, that was takin away scorn and defiance, and bringing sweet and gracious humility, womanly grace and tenderness in their stead. While Sir Vane was studying her as the most dlflicnlt problem he had over met with lie heard from Miss Hastings the story of her life. He could understand how the innate strength and truth of the girl's character iiad rebelled against polite insincerities and conventional untruths; he could understand that a sou. so sifted, mire, and eager, could find no rest ing-place and no delight; he could understand, too, how the stately old baronet, the gentleman of the old school, had been frightened at his niece's originality, and scared by her uncompromising love of truth. Miss Hastings, whoso favorite theme in Pauline's absence was praise of her, had told both mother and son the story of Sir Oswald's projivt and its failure—how Paulino would have been mistress of Darrell Court and all her uncle's immense wealth if she .would but have compromised matters and have married Aubrey Lnngton. "Langton?" questioned Sir Vane. "I know him—that is I have hoard of him; but 1 cannot remember anything more, than that he is a great roue, and a man whose word is never to be believed," "Then my pupil was right in her estimate of his character," said Hiss Hastings. "Shu seemed to guess it by instinct. She always treated him with tho utmost contempt and scorn. 1 have often spoken to her about it." "1'ou may rely upon it, Miss Hastings, thai tho instinct of a good woman, in the opinion she forms of men, is never wrong," observed SirVaiie, gravely; and then ho turned to Lady St. Lawrence with the sweet smile his t'aco always wore for her. "Mother," lie said, gently, "after hearin of such heroism as that, you must not bo angry about Lillith Davenant again." • "That is a very different matter," opposed Lady St. Lawrence; but It seemed to her son very much the, name kind of thing. Before lie had known Paulino long he was not ashamed to own to himself that he loved her far bailor than all the world beside—that life for him. unless she would share it, was all blank and hopeless. She was to him as part of liis own soul, the center of his existence; lie knew she was beautiful beyond most women, ho believed her noble and truer than most of women had ever been. His faith in her was implicit; ho loved her as only noble men arc capable of loving. As time passed on his influence over her became unbounded. Quito unconsciously to herself she worshiped him; unconsciously to herself her thoughts, her ideas, all took their coloring from his. She who had delighted in cynicism, whose beautiful lips had uttered such hard and cruel words, now took from him a broader, clearer, kiuuey view of mankind aud human nature. It at times the old nabit was too strong for her. and some biting safcasiti.Xvould fail fi'otn het. si mm cold cyn-; ical sneer, he' w'ould reprove her quite fearlessly. ). . . ''You are wrong, Miss Darrell—quite wrong," lie would say. "The noblest nlen linve not been those who sneered at their fellow-men, but those who have done their best to aid them. There is little nobility in n deriding spirit." And then her face would flush, her lips quiver, her eyes take the grieved expression* of a child who has been hurt. "Can 1 help it," She would sa'y, "when I- hear what is false?" "Your ridicule will not remedy it," he would reply. "You niust take a broader, more kindly view of matters. You think Mrs. Leigh deceitful, Mrs. Vernon worldly; but my dear Miss Darrell, do you remember this, that in every woman and man there is something good, something to be admired, •ome grand or noble quality? Itjmay be half- hidden by faults, but it is there, and for tlie sake of the good we. must tolerate' the bad. No one IS all bad. Men and women are, after all, created by God; and there is some trace of the Divine imago left in every one." This was a new and startling theory to the girl who had'looked down with contempt not unmixed with scorn on her fellow-creatures—judging them by a standard to which few ever attain. "And you really believe there Is something good in every one?" she asked. "Something not merely good, but noblo. My secret conviction is that in every soul there Is tho germ of something noble, even though circumstances may never call it forth. As you grow older and see more of tho world, you will know that 1 am right." "I believe you!" she cried, eagerly. "I always believe every word you say I" Her face flushed at the warmth of her words. "You do me justice," he said. "I have faults by the million, but want of sincerity is not among them." So, little by little, love redeemed Pauline,, took away her faults, and placed virtues in their stead. It was almost marvelous to note how all sweet, womanly graces came to her, how fie proud face cleared and grew tender, how, pride died from .the dark eyes, and a glorious I(ivv-Iii;lit came In its stead, how she became patient, and gentle, considerate and thoughtful, always anxious (u iivoid giving pain to others'. It would have been diflicult for any one to recognize the brilliant, willful Pauline Darrell in the loving, quiet, thoughtful ttirl whom love, had transformed info something unlike herself. There came a new world to her, a new life. Instead of problems dillicult. fo solve, life became full of sweet and gracious harmonies, full of the very warmth and light of Heaven, fiill'ol' unutterable beauty and happiness: her soul reveled in it, her heart was Tilled with it. All the poetry, the romance, had come true —nay, more than true. Her girlish dreams had not shown her such happiness as that which dawned upon her now. .She had done what she had always said she should do— recognised her superior, and yielded full reverence to him. If anything had happened to disenchant her, if it had been possible for her to lind herself mistaken in him, the sun of the girl's life would have set forever, would have gone down in utter darkness, leaving her without hope. Tills beautiful love-idyl did not remain a secret long; perhaps those most interested were tho last to see it. Miss Hastings, however, had watched its progress, thankful that her prophecy about her favorite was to come true.. .Later on Lady St. Lawrence saw it, and, though she could not help mourning over Lillith Davenant's fortune, she owned that Pauline Darrell was the most beautiful, tlie most noble, the most accomplished girl she had ever met. She had a moderate fortune, too; not much, it was true; yet it wa? better than nothing. "And, if dear 'Vane has made up his mind," said the lady, meekly, "it will, of course, be quite useless for mu to interfere." Sir Vane and Pauline were always together; but hitherto no word of love had been spoken between them. Sir Vane always went to Marine Terrace tlie first thing in the morning; he liked to seethe beautiful face that had all the bloom and freshness of a flower. He always contrived to make such arrangements as would insure that Paulino and lie spent the morning together. The. afternoon was a privileged time; it was devoted by the elder ladie.i, who were both invalids, to rest. During that interval Sir Vane read to Pauline, or they sat under tlie shadow of the great cliffs, talking until the two souls were .so firmly knit that they could never be severed again. In the evening they walked on the sands, and tho waves sang to them of love that was immortal, of hope that would never die—sang of the sweet story that would never grow old. CIIAPTMR XXXVI. I'lilDE UJiOUGUT LOW. Pauline could have passed her life irt the happy dream that had come to her; she did not go beyond it—the golden present was enough for her. The full, happy, glorious life that beat in her heart and thrilled in her veins could surely never be more gladsome. She loved and was beloved, and her lover was a king among men—a noble, true-hearted gentleman, the very ideal of that of which she had always dreamed; she did not wish for any change. The sunrise was blessed because it brought him to her; the sunset was as dear, for it gave her time to dream of him. She had a secret longing that this might go on forever; she had a shy fer.r and almost child-like dread of words that must bo spoken, seeing that, let them bo said when they would, they must bring a great change Into her life. In this she was unlike Sir Vane; the prize he hoped to win seemed to him so beautiful, so valuable, that he was in hourly dread lest others should step in and try to take it from him—lest by some mischance he should lose that which his whole soul was bent upon winning. Ho understood tho girlish shyness and sweet fear that had changed the queenly woman into a timid girl; he loved her all the more for it, and ho was determined to win her if she was to be won. Perhaps she read that determination in his manner, for of late she had avoided him. She remained with Miss Hastings, and when that refuge was denied her, she sought Lady St. Lawrence; but nothing could shield her long. "Miss Darrell," said Sir Vane, one afternoon, "I have a poem that I want to read to you." •She was seated on a low stool at'Lady St. Lawrence's feet, her beautiful face iinshin at his words, her eyes drooping with shy, sweet pleasure that was almost fear. "Will you not rood, it to me now, and, here?" she asked. "No; it must be read by the sea. It is like a song, and the rush of the waves is the accompaniment. Miss Hastings, if you have brought up your pupil with any notion .of obedience, enforce it now, please. Tell Miss Darrell to put on her hat and come down to the shore." Miss Hastings smiled. "You are too old now, Pauline, to be dicta ted to in such matters," said Miss Hastings; "but if Sir Vane wishes you to go out, thoie is no reason why you should not oblige him," Lawynuci) laid her Iiau4 oil the. beautiful head. ""My son has few pleasures," she said; ''give him this one." Pauline complied. Time had been when anything like a command had instantly raised nsjiirit of rebellion within her; but in thisclciirer light that had fallen upon her she saw things so differently; ;it was as though her soul had eyes and they were just opened. She rose and put on the pretty, plumed hat which Miss Hastings brought for her; she drew an Indian shawl over her shoulders. She never once looked at Sir Vane. ''Your goodness is not only an act of charity," he said, "but it is also a case in which virtue will be its own reward. Yon have no notion how beautifully tlie sun is shining on tlie sea." So they went out together, and Lady St. Lawrence looked after them with a sigh. "She is a most beautiful girl, certainly, and 1 admire her. If siio only had Lillith Daven- ant's money I" Sir Vane and Pauline walked in silence down to.the shore, and then tho former turned to his companion; "Miss Darrell," IIP said, "will you tell mo why you were not willing to come out with me—why you have avoided me and turned the light of your beautiful fape from me?" Her face flushed, and hoi- heartbeat, but she made no answer. "I have borne my impatience well for the last three days," he Raid; "now 1. must speak to you, for I can bear it no longer, Pauline. Oil. do not run away from met 1 love, you, and I want yon to bo my wife—my wife, darling: and I will love you—1 will cherish you—1 will spend my whole IIto in working for you. 1 have no hope r-;o great, so sweet, so dear, as fhe hope of winning you. She made him no answer. Yet her silence was more eloquent than words. "It seems a strange thins: to say, but. Pauline, 1 loved you the first moment I saw you. .Do you iviueinlier, loveV 'You wro sitting with one of my books in your hand, and the, instant my eyes fell upon your beautiful face a great calm came over.me. I ro-,:!d not describe It; I felt that in that miuntit my life was completed. My whole heart went out to you, and 1 knc.v, whether von ever learned to cure for me or not. that, you were the only woman In fill the world for me." She listened, .with'a happy smile playin;: round her beautiful lips, her.dark eyes drooping, her llowev-like face flushed and turned from liis. ''•You are my fate—my destiny! Ah! if you lovo me, Pauline—if you will only love me, I shall not have lived in vain! Your love would incite me to win name and fame —not for myself, but for you. Your love would crown a king—what would it not do for me? Turn your face to me, Pauline? You are not angry? Surely great love wins great love—and ihe'ru'could be no love greater than mine." Still the beautiful face was averted. There was the Nunlight on the sea; the western wind sighed around them. A great fear came over him. Surely on this most fair, sunny day, his love was not to meet a cruel death. His voice was MI full of this fear when he spoke again that she, in surprise, turned and 'ooked :it him. (To be continued.) BITS OF HJSTOBT now Certain Customs of Society Cuinn Into Use. There are a number of societies in the world that bear strange names, but probably one of the most curious was a club founded in 1735 by an English actor. It was called "The Sublime Society of Beefsteaks," and had among its members the Prince of Wales and otter royal personages. They met in the painting room of the Covent Garden Theater, and dined upon beefsteak. The club was in existence for more than a hundred years, and became quite noted because of its odd customs. Another strange name was that of the "Scriblerus Club," which Swift founded in 1714, and to which Pope, Gay, and other literary men belonged. Sedan chairs were first used in England by_ the Duke of Buckingham during the reign of James 1. The first chair aroused much indignation among the people, who said that men were being used to do the work of beasts, but later on they became very fashionable. The fashion of saying ''God bless you!" after sneezing originated with the an- cientf. These people believed that some danger attended sneezing, so they generally made a short prayer, such as "Jupiter help me!" It has been found to be the custom among sayagos to do the came, and Jewish rabbis also make mention of the fact. An old lioman writer says that the custom originated during a plague, when people wno were seemingly in good health sneezed and fell down dead. 'Bagpipes are generally ascribed to Scotland, where they have been in use for a long time, but, according to Harper's Young People, it was an instrument upon which the ancient Greeks and Romans played^ Nero is said to have performed upon it, and an old piece of Grecian sculpture represents a player on the bagpipe dressed in the fashion that is known to-day as the Highland costume. Tulmage «u Novels. People constantly write to me and ask: "Do you believe in women reading novels?" My friends it all depends upon the novel, writes T. De Witt Talmage, in his department in the January "Ladies' Home Journal," Some novels are ex- hileraling, but ft greater percentage of them seem to me to belong more to the literary men and women of the past than of the preseet. Some of our modern novels are appalling in their influence. But as one young girl writes me: "The heroes are so adroitly knavish, and the persons so bewitchingly untrue, and the turn of the story so exquisite, and all the characters so enrapturing, I can't quit them." My sister, you can find styles of literature just as charming that will elevate and purify, and enoble, and Chritian- ize while they please. The devil does not own all the honey. There is a wealth of good books coming forth from our pub iislung houses that leaves no excuse for the choice of that which is debauching to the body, mind and soul. Go to some intelligent man or woman • and ask for a list of books that will be strengthening to your mental aiifl moral condition. Life is so short and your time for improvement so abbreviated, that you can not afford to fill up with husks, and cinders and debris. The famous Orloff diamond was ouce the right eye of the great Serringham idol in the Temple of Brahma. It was stolen by a French soldier at the beginning oi the .eighteenth century. A strange man knocked at the door <)\ John G. Elaine, at Sedalia, with the inquiry, "Do ypu wa»t to buy gome Bauer- kraut?" T»e yifitojr pjoved $9 be Benry G|»?ier, a relative, -tfj® feaji bje^ supposed 4^4--^—- i -" FARM AND HOME. THE UTOPIAN FAHMKH. JOIUJ KKNimiKS 11ANO8. lorae here, my dear, I want tor eny a woftl or two ter you Boot what I thfnlc'B the proper thing for meV yon ter do. Ye've gave inn mighty good ndvlce sence wa wn8 wed Hint rtfty Wny back.m sixty-one, 'n' now T'dllketo have ye sny Ef yon don t think I've got B right ter do us others does, N sell the crows before they grow jest like them Easterners. Why, Meg, n mnn out In l^oo York hez sold i> lot of com Thet's seternl thousand bushels more then what the country's borne— N' got his money, too, I'm told, 'n' didn't have a peck Of grain of any ktnd hi hand to back his little spec, le cleared n hundred thousand cnshl 'N', Meg, thet'g more'n we Have cleared at furinln' all our days, or ever will, by gee I N' I sny I can't sees the use o' workUi' day by day N' only sellfn' what we raise for mighty little pay, When them as hasn't, any grain can sell uji there In town A million pecks of wheat 'n' corn, 'n* get tliofr money down. Pbn modern plan's n dandy, M«KI '"' °f wo makes It go, I'll get you that planner, 'n' a trotttn'-horse for Joe. We'll raise the mortgage od the roof, 'n' paint tho old barn red, N' send tho cals lo Pails, Franco, and buy a rosewood bed. We'll get now carpets for the floors,'n'keep a hired man, Ef only I can go to town 'n* learn to work the plan. N' mebbo, Mefj, I'd mako enough tor run tor governor, Or gel. sent down t» Washln'ton a full fledged senator. I tell yer, gal, this IB an age that bents creation Buy, What would yer fatber've said, d'ye think, if he wnz hero to-day, Per see folks selllu' wheat and corn, and hull cars fnll o' rye, N' 'leveveu-twolftliB of all they sold nowhere but in their eye ? [low ho would yell tor think of us a-makln' of a pot O 1 goldaieollln' fellers things we haven't really gotl What's that ye say! It Isn't straight to sell what ye don't own f 'N' if I goes Into tho spec, I goes ft all alone 1 The music on the plummy ye think would drive ye mad, tf it was bought from sellin'things ye never rightly had? Wnnl havo'yor way; I'll let it go; I didn't mean to harm: But what is straight in cities can't bo crooked on a farm. —Harper's Magazine. FARM NOTES. Give animals daily access to water. Provide good winter shelter for all of domestic animals. Get the best seeds, plants, trees, implements and fertilizers. Remember, that i;hf> atraighter your tile ara laid ths batter the flow of the water. On account of maintaining animal heat :t more fattening ration (should be given during the winter than in the summer, c-veu with growing pigs. Calves need thebest attention, especially in winter. The growth they have attained during: the summer must not be allowed to stop, nor must they be permitted to become poor now. Those who have tested it claim that sweet spirits of niter is the mont valuable in-eveiitw; of milk fever that is known. Give two ounces immediately after calv- iuc, and repeat the dose in two ar three aourn. If there are some bare places in the iiieadow or pasture or clover field have a ittle seed bandy and sprinkle it there "on :he last snow." The moisture and slight Covering that tho snow will give w^ll make it almost sure to germinate, and your 5elds will be much improved. lions Need Attention. Don't expect hens lo give you any more attention than you give them . If you feed Dnce in a while, allow them to roost where Lhey choose, and roam where fancy may dictate, don't complain if the egg bas_ket is empty, and the housewife complains. No man ever got something for nothing, naither would any one deserve to. Put business into the hen yard and the hens will follow your example. Thej are grand good imitators. Points In Tomato Culture. The Rural New Yorker has raised toma- ^ experimentally for twenty years, and it is the belief based thereon that varieties yary greatly from year to year, let the seeds selections be made ever so carefully. They vary in HZO, color, smoothness and quality as to fruit, while tho plants yary as to vigor and productiveness, all in a way and to an extent which cannot satis- factorilj be accounted for by differences of soil, manures, fertilizers or weather conditions. It is suggested that readers try tomato bagging. Tomatoes protected in paper bags last season were free from blemish, color intensified and fruit matured earlier than fruit not thus protected. Management of the Soil. I think it is a bad plan to let a field lie fallow exposed to the sun; that is, I would not plow a field and leave it in that condition through the summer in the hope of benefitting it in that way. While the soil is resting in that way 1 believe it would be losing instead of gaining in fertility. The more vegetation we can get to grow on a poor soil the better, provided it is not carried off. Even a crop of weeds would be better than nothing, for they would at least shade the land. If a green crop is turned under in summer, another should be sown tit the same time, if the object is to restore fertility to the soil. This may also be turned under or be left to fall down and decay; The superiority of clover over all other plants as a soil renovator is so well established that it seems strange that any other kind of cultivation should be attempted for the purpose. — J. S. S., Indipna. Tree Planting, When plantinf young trees and shrubs the coming spring let us caution you to do the work well, and it is noc well done unless you firm the earth about the roots. Many valuable plants are lost every season because of tha neglect of this simple and easy precaution, After packing the ground thoroughly two inches of the surface may be loosened to act as a mulchand keep the soil below from drying out. In getting plants well started everything depends upon bringing such conditions about their toots that will at once enable, them to begin gathering plant food, and which will stimulate faew to put out new rootlets at once. T^ese fioodlUon.?, as yre the roots in close contact with moist, fine Soil. Scab of Beets. A bulletin from the North Dakota station calls attention to the fact that tho disease known as deep scab of potatoes attacks (he various varieties of beets and probably some other garden vegetables. To quote from this bulletin: "As tnoit of these in common with the beets are raised from the seed the means of avoiding its evil effect is evident. Do not sow the seed upon old potato ground known to be diseased. The disease on sugar beets reaches proportions more extensive than ever noted upon potatoes, often the greater part' of tho surface being covered. With the bp.et it does not as a rule result in cavities, but thg corky formations are very extensive. It has its conception at the points where the pith rays touch the surface. It is at these points that the rootlets arise from the beet, hence tho scabs injure many points on the surface that might else ba occupied by the fine roots that supply nourishment." A Horse's Fnce. Rider and driver says: ''A Roman nose in a horse, like a corresponding aquiline shape in a man, generally indicates strong individuality. A straight facial line is quite as often found with a high degree of intelligence, but a dish-faced horse is rarely anything but a nonentity in charcater or a fool. There are a few exception!) to this rule, but they only prove it. A fine muzzle usually denotes a high nervous organization, while a coarse and large muz- zet, with a small and non-excessive no_strils and pendulous lower lip means stupidity. Asersitive and tr.impet shaped nostril means ago and intelligence, even when, as it does sometimes, it also means heaves. A broad imd full forehead ond length from eye to ear nre good general indications of intelligence, but thq eye and enr are the spoiking features of a horse's face." , Our Pork Costs Too Much. It is wholly without bounds to say that our pork product costs us on an average at least 25 per cent, morp than it ought to, and the reason for this is that it is made so largely on grinn. Tho farmers who have made the most profit; from hogs during the last few years, and who have consequently stuck to tho business right through, will invariably be found to be men who havo depended very largely upon their pasture. The clover Bold is the basis of cheap and good pork, and if a man having plenty of clover will feed lightly in addition skim milk, slop, or even a little corn, he will not only make pork cheaply, but more rapidly than by any other method. It may be thought wasteful to give additional feed on full clover pasture, but if any look at it in that way we would only say that they might stock the pasture a little more heavily than they otherwise would havo done, and then by the use of the extra feed the clover will go further and pay better than ever. Hogs fed a little while on clover will not require much time nor much grain to finish them offi in good shape. THE HOUSEHOLD. Sleep. JAMES 11UOUANAN. When for departed joys we blindly weep, Or, overborne with toll, are fain to rest, Gomes with still feet and soft, nntinctured vest The pale, sweet angle that the world calls sleep. She doth out- eyes with bruised yopuies steep, She salves tho wound that rankles In the breast, Drives sorrow from the heart (unwelcome guest), And leaves us in lethean fountains deep. Gentle Is sleep, but fast slio binds 'us all ; Rebuffed, resisted, still she stands and waits, As Jure and patient as her sfuter, death. At length the closed lids and even breath. Proclaim her conquest; then, at her soft call, Grim Pluton sets ajar the ivory gates. —Frank Leslie's Weekly. The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's snlf. — Bailey. Heavens windows are always open to (•hose who are fully trusting. There is never any heavenly music in a gloomy heart. Only what we have wrought into our character during life can we take away with us. People who can talk mach about themselves to the satisfaction of others are scarce. It is one of tho easiest things in the world to get into debt, but debt is one of the hardest masters to serve, and one of the most difficult to escape. If you must cross a mountain, you will never do it while you sit at its foot and keep saying its an awful job. Difficulties are like mountains. — Western Rural. When you are disposed to criticise tho way in which another man is doing some needed work, stop and ask yourself whether you ought not to keep silent until you are ready to undertake the work yourself. — Nashville Advocate. Love Makes us Batter. Love is never lost. He who loves truly and purely is a gainer through his love. even though that love be unrequited; and that unrequited love is really a blessing to the one toward whom it goes out unselfishly. Love is of God; and it betters him who gives it, and him on whom it is lavished. Love needs no bargain or return to make it. a twofold blcming. * i J , i ' ' ' *.&^ Wood. Pew of our native trees have odoriferous wood like the sandal wood of the islands in tho Indian ocean : but a few of the eonifarae on the Pacific slope havo sweet-scented woods. The fine church at Metlakatla, built by the civilized Indians of Alaska, is as fragrant as if incense was continually floating through the air from the wood of the great arbor vitae— Thuja gigantea— of which it is built. ___________ Why She Wept. A lady called on a friend who had only been married a few years, and was surprised to find her in tears . "I am an unhappy woman, and it is all on account of my husband," ,-• "Why, your husband lives for you alone. He stays at home all the time. He never goes away from home; he never brings any of his frienda to the house." "Yes," replied the unfortunate woman, putting her handkerchief to her eyes and .. sobbing convulsively; "that's — what— . makes me— so miserable."— Texas Sittings. • There is a rosebush at Hildersheim. in Hannover, that was planted more tbau 1,000 y&vrs ago by Charlemagne in com- nienioration of a visit made by an am- bassadore £from the Caliph Haroun al RttschUd. The bush is now. twenty-six feet high. - Tfre in factories in the United about '18,090,900,000 ' ' '* ' lfl - ! iV" V'*' ; ' '''4'- <• * .....,..^L\'.:k.• i'/•y.-iU. 1 ., ,

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