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Wednesday, March 2, 1898
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tJPFlE BIB MOINI5& AIXJ0NA, IOWA, MAECtt 2< 1868* INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION* CHAPTER XXX.—fCoNTlNtJED.) She had a little money about her, a small check received from Miss Hetherington on the previous day; this Would enable her to ward off starvation at least for a time. In the meantime she must seek work, and by that means sustain herself and her boy. She collected together a few things which were necessary for their comfort, and when her preparations were made, she knelt by the couch and woke the child. The little fellow stared at her for a moment, and then he seemed to remember what had passed, and he clung to her in fear. "Where is papa?" he asked. > | "Papa is gone, my darling!" He looked at her again for a moment, then his little arms stole round her neck, and he laid his cheek against •hers. "Poor mamma!" he said. Marjorie clasped him to her breast and sobbed convulsively. "Ah, Leon," she murmured, "you ore all that is left to me now; and yet perhaps it would be better for you to die!" She continued her preparations, and when all was done, she still lingered in the house, as if fearing to face the world. At length she remembered Sutherland, remembered the pledge to him and she resolved to keep it. She would go to him, tell him part, if not all her story, and ask his advice. She took little Leon by the hand and left the house, passing hurriedly through the streets, until she came to Sutherland's lodgings. She inquired for him, and found to her dismay that he was already gone. He had left the rooms on the previous night and returned to Scotland. When she first heard the news, Marjorie felt as if her last hope had gone indeed, and she moved away trembling and almost in tears; but after a moment's reflection she acknowledged to herself that perhaps, after all, it was for the best. What possible good could have resulted from an interview with Sutherland? She would in all probability have brought trouble upon him by telling him her own and she had worked mischief enough already to all her kin. No; she would trouble them no more, but, with little Leon to comfort her, she would remain as one dead, buried in the great city where she had not even one friend. CHAPTER XXXI. N E b i 11 e rly cold night early in the month of November, the gendarme whose duty it was to patrol the Rue Caumartin suddenly espied a woman with a child in her arms crouching for i shelter in a doorway. He stopped, looked at her curiously, stooped down to look at her more closely, and demanded her business there. The woman stirred, but did not rise, and the child, which she held clasped closely to her, uttered a feeble cry. The gendarme paused a moment, then .he bent down, took her by the shoulder, and gave her a vigorous shake. This time the woman rose, wearily and slowly, like one in physical pain; and the child clung to her skirts, and cried again. She lifted him in her arms, and passed with a slow, tottering step down the street. She was but poorly clad for such weather. Her garments were threadbare, and here and there they hung in rags about her, so she shivered and shrank before every touch of the frosty wind. The streets were dark and almost deserted, save for the gendarmes who paced with their measured tread up and down the silent streets. They looked at her as she went by, and I thought of her no more. She passed 1 along until she came to the Champs jvEylsees; then she turned aside, and, ihiding herself among the trees, lay Idown on one of the seats. A faint cry awakened the woman in |the morning. She opened her eyes, land as she did so she saw the pale, Iplnched face of her child turned toward Iher, and heard him feebly crying for Ibread. With a moan she threw he? ands into the air and cried: "Bread, my child; I have no bread, iand you are starving!" The ground was frozen and snow ; was falling; her hands and feet were ; benumbed and her face was pinched with hunger. She spoke to her little boy in French, and not one of those who had known her in earlier days would have recognized Marjorie Annan. Yet it was Marjorie—a starving woman looking at her starving child. Two months had passed since she had left Caussidiere, and ever since that day her troubles had increased, Until now there seemed nothing left to her but to beg or starve. It was now broad daylight and troops of workingmen were passing along to their day's labor, women were passing I along with heavy burdens, pretty i seamstresses tripping along to the shops where they served all day; and •in the open road a stream of country carts, laden with produce, was flowing in from the town gate. NQ one noticed, Marjorie, tbpss did glance at her seeing nothing to distinguish her from the other waifs to be found in all large cities. But presently she saw coming toward her a burly figure, carrying on its shoulders a piece of wood, from which depended two heavy cans. It was the figure of a woman, though one of man-like strength, who, to complete the masculine appearance sported a black moustache and a whisker-like down on either cheek. The woman was singing in a deep man's voice. She was about to pass by when she was attracted by little Leon. "A thousand devils!" she muttered to herself; then, striding toward the bench, she demanded. "What's the matter? Is the child ill?" Marjorie looked up and met the gleam of two great black eyes, bold but kindly. She could not speak, but turning her head aside, sobbed again. "Poor little mother," growled the stranger to herself. "She is almost a child herself. Look up! Speak to me! What are you doing here?" The tone was so gentle and sympathetic, though the voice and address were rough, that Marjorie cried in despair from the bottom of her heart: "Oh, madame, we have been here all night, and my little boy is starving!" . "Starving—the devil!" cried the woman. "Do you mean it?" As she spoke she stooped down, freed herself of her load, and rested her cans upon the ground; then, opening one of them, she took out a tin vessel brimful of milk. "See here—it is milk of the cow! Let the little one drink." Eagerly and gratefully Marjorie took the vessel and held it with trembling hand to the child's lips; he drank it thirstily, every drop. "Bravo!" cried the stranger, filling the can again. "Encore! Another, little man!" And little Leon drank eagerly again. "God bless you, madame!" said Marjorie. "How good you are!" "Good—the devil! I am Mother Jeanne, and I have had little ones of my own. Now, it is your turn, little woman." Thus urged, Marjorie drank, too. Mother Jeanne watched her with grim compassion. "You are too frail to be out in this weather. Who are you? You are not a Frenchwoman, by your tongue." "No, madame. I came from Scotland, but I have been in Paris a long time." "Where do you live, eh?" "I have no home, and no money." "And no friends? The devil!" "Not one." "And what are you going to do?" "I do not know. It is a long time since we have tasted food, I—" Marjorie sank back, and would have fallen had not the woman's strong arm supported her. "Bad, very bad!" growled Mother Jeanne. "See, here are two sous; it is all I have, but it will buy something for the child. After that, I will tell you what to do. Out yonder, close to the Madeleine, they will distribute bread to the poor of the arrondisse- rnent at 10 o'clock. You will go there and take your place with the rest; they must help you—they cannot refuse. Do you understand?" "Yes, madame, I will go." "That's right," said Mother Jeanne, patting her on the shoulder. "And after that, let me see—yes, after that, if you are English, you will go to the British Embassy and ask them for assistance." "Yes, madame," answered Marjorie, sadly. "Courage. The little one is better already. He will be all right by and by. But I cannot linger, little woman. My customers are waiting, and I have yet to prepare the milk for the market. You will go to the distribution of bread, will you not? Any one will show you the place." Marjorie promised, clinging, as she did so, to the good creature and gratefully kissing her 'hard hands. Mother Jeanne was touched. She brushed away a tear with the back of her hand, and uttered another sympathetic imprecation, "And if oil else fails you," she cried, "come to me, Mother Jeanne, at the Dairy, Rue de Caporal. I am poor, look you, but I would not let you starve, Remember, Mother Jeanne— Mother Mustache they call me sometimes—13 Rue de Caporal." And with a rough nod the good soul shouldered her cans and strode along. Marjorie watched her till she faded out of sight; then, refreshed and strengthened by the healthful draught she took little Leon by the hand and walked away toward the crowded streets. fully ». .JUT neither of them had spoken; the old lady, looking fully twenty years older than when we last beheld her, lay back among the cushions of the carriage, and fixed her eyea upon a letter which she held in her hand. For about the tenth time that night she raised the paper, and read the words which were hastily scrawled thereon: "Dear Mother—I am in great trouble. I am in sore need. Will yon help me? I do not mind for myself, but to see my little child in want breaks my heart. "MARJORIE." She read it through; then with a MffiY AM) POULTRY, INTERESTING CHAPTERS FOR OUR RURAL READERS. How SncccgBfnl Farmers Operate this Department of the Farm—A Few Hints to the Car* of Live Stock and Poultry moan she let it fall again upon her lap. • "Marjorie!" she cried, "my bairn, my bairn!" : ; From his corner of the carriage Sutherland watched in silence. Ha was utterly in the dark as to what if all meant. He only knew that thejs were traveling to Paris and to Mar-: jorie. ! On the day before, as he had been quietly working at his pictures at home- his father having partially recovered, Miss Hetherington, whom he believed to be in Edinburgh, had suddenly appeared like a specter before him, and without a word of explanation had commanded dim to return with her to Paris. •• On hastening with her to the Castle he found that a stormy scene had been enacted there; that Miss Hetherington, beside herself with rage, had actually struck her old attendant in the face and turned her from the door. What it was all about nobody seemed to know, and after ono glance into Miss Hetherington's wild eyes Sutherland knew that he had better not inquire. So he quietly obeyed her orders, and the two started together by the night mail for the south. But although Sutherland had been silent he had been none the less curious; and now, seeing that Miss Hetherington's wild excitement was passing away, he ventured to speak: "Miss Hetherington!" cried Johnnie Sutherland. "Is that a letter from Marjorie?" "Ay, from Marjorie." She held forth her thin white hand, which now was trembling violently, and as Sutherland took the letter she uttered a low moan again, and for the first time that night her tears began to fall. Sutherland read the letter, then he looked at the date, and exclaimed: "October! why, it's more than four weeks old!" "Ay, more than four weeks!" she moaned; then suddenly sitting erect, and looking fixedly into his face, sha added: "Johnnie Sutherland, what haa happened to her now?" "God knows; but maybe after all we are in time; but how did it chance to be so long in coming to you?" "It went to the Oastle, Johnnie, and Mysie kept it there. When I came home from Edinburgh yesterday I found it lying on my desk waiting for me. It had been waiting for me for a month, you see." Sutherland was silent. He was more troubled than he cared to say. A month! Ah! he thought, what might not happen in that time to a woman and child penniless and alone in the streets of Paris? He returned the letter with a sigh, and did all he could to rouse and oheer his companion, who, now that her excitement was over, suffered with a frightful reaction, and trembled and cried like a child. (TO BE CONTINUED.) MRS. OLIPHANT. Castle; CHAPTER XXXII. BOUT the very time that Marjorie was wandering homeless ana hungry in the streets of Paris two persons were journeying toward the city of London by the night mail. One was Miss Hetberin g t o n of other w$s joto Her Indomitable Courage and Saving ,^ Sense of Humor—A Pretty Woman. One day in the last week of her life Mrs. Oliphant said: "Many times 1 have come to a corner which I could see no way around, but each time a way has been found for me." The way was often found by the strengthening of her own indomitable courage, which as long as her children were left to her never seemed to flag; it was the courage of perfect love, says the Fortnightly Review. But it is certain that if she had no moral qualities except courage she could not have toiled on as she did; a saving sense of humor, a great capacity to enjoy what was really comic and everything that was beautiful, made life easier for her, and "tha great joy of kindnesses" was one never absent from her. So that whatever suffering might be lying in wait to seize upon her solitary hours there was almost always a pleasant welcome and talk of the very best to be found in her modest drawing room. If the visitors were congenial her charm of manner awoke, her simple fitness of speech clothed every subject with life and grace, her beautiful eyes shone (they never sparkled), and the spell of her exquisite womanliness made a charmed circle around her. She was never a beautiful woman at any time of her life, though for many years she was a very pretty one, but she had, as a family inheritance, lovely hands, which were constantly busy, in what she called her idle time, with some dainty sewing or knitting; she had those wonderful eyes which kept their beauty to the last minute of her life, and she had a most exquisite daintiness in all her ways and in the very atmosphere about her which was "pure womanly." Care of Dairy Utensils. The direct use of steam for sterilizing is very common. In many factories and dairy houses there is, adjoining the wash sink, a table In the center of which is a steam jet, and when cans are washed they are inverted over this jet and steamed for a few minutes. This method of steaming answers the purpose fairly well in certain cases, as when a large number of cans are washed and a special room is provided for the purpose, or the steam jet is under a hood which conducts the escaped steam to a pipe leading out of the building. Special care should be taken to make the exposure long enough, but one using this system is liable to make the time too short. Another objection to it is that the steam does not come in direct contact with the outside as well as the inside of the cans. More perfect work is accomplished by a steam chest, in which the. smaller utensils, such as cans, palls, dippers, glass jars, etc., may bo placed and entirely surrounded with steam as long as desired. A galvanized iron chest from 3 to B feet each in dimension is large enough to hold the utensils, except vats and machinery ordinarily used in a creamery or cheese factory. When many cans are to be cleaned, the chest should be largo enough to hold a dozen or more at a time. All joints must be made as close as possible. The doors should be large, so that utensils may be easily put into and removed from the chest. At the top of tho steamer there should bo an escape pipe 2 or 3 inches in diameter and passing out of doors. Tho flow of steam through this may be controlled by a valve, and each time the steam is turned off a few moments should be given to allow most of it to escape from the chest through this long pipe before the door is opened. If this is not done, the operator may be severely scalded by opening the door while the steam is still under pressure. Steam should be admitted at the bottom, and the bottom should have enough incline to cause all water formed by condensation to run off through a trapped pipe leading to a drain. About six inches above the bottom a movable false bottom of strong wire netting or iron framework may be placed, on which the articles are put in an inverted position. If more room be required and the articles are small, shelves similar to the movable bottom may be.used. Several different materials are employed for constructing steam chests. Wood gives good satisfaction when the chest is often used. It should be firmly bound to prevent bad results from warping. Galvanized iron is a common material, and copper is sometimes used. If a metal be used, the door should be double to make it rigid. A convenient method of steaming utensils on a large scale is to have, instead of a tank a steam closet, the floor of which is on a level with the main floor of the building. A light truck with skeleton bottom and side may be loaded with articles from the wash tanks and quickly rolled into the closet, steamed and the utensils taken to their proper places with very little handling. Such a saving of work amounts to a great deal in a large factory. Steaming is often omitted for the want of a suitable chest or closet. If no better method is available, an ordinary wooden box with a tight-fitting cover may be easily and cheaply arranged. Every dairy utensil should bo frequently sterilized, and nothing is better for this purpose than superheated steam direct from the boiler. Not an inconsiderable amount of steam is needed for this purpose and for heating water, and, when necessary, the building, and these facts should be borne in mind when a boiler is purchased, care being taken to have its capacity greater than required by the engine, so that steam can be had at any time for these other purposes. But, if desired, small boilers may be obtained for furnishing steam for heating water and sterilizing only, their cost being $25 or upward, according to size. Such a boiler Is especially recommended for any factory or large dairy not already equipped with them. money Invested. Then ih6 wife ohlldifett will take a lively interest In the business ot poultry raising and egg production. The advent of a new house for the fowls will usually meatt the advent of new methods in the keeping of the fowls and ultimately the introduction of pure breeds. Poultry keeping will become a science worthy 'of study. A farm is always benefited by such an establishment. If. it is to be sold it will add to the value more than the cost of the improvement. Poultry Show at Chicago. The great poultry show held at Chicago Jan. 25 to 28 was a success, at least In its exhibits, and we hope financially. We think it was the finest ever held In this part of the country. The exhibits were on three floors, the barn-yard fowls having the first and third floors and the pigeons the second floor. It Is seldom that one can see such a collection of pigeons, and it is safe to say that this feature was appreciated by the city people more than any other. It is a pity that country people could not have visited the show in larger numbers. The exhibits of all varieties of farm poultry was very good, and many of the birds were exceptionally fine. There was also a good exhibit of incubators, and these seemed to attract a good share of attention, both from city and country people. Among the exhibitors of incubators were the Reliable Incubator and Brooder Company of Qulncy, Illinois, and the Successful Incubator, manufactured by the Des Moines Incubator Company of Des Moines, Iowa. America's Greatest Medicine .•-=* QBEATBST, Because it does what all othe* medicines fail to do. As an Instance of its peculiar and unusual curative power, consider the most Insidious disease, and the disease which taints the blood of moat people, producing incalculable suffering to many, while In others it Is a latent fire liable to burst into activity and produce untold misery on the least provocation. SCfOfilla ^ the only ailment to Which the human family is subject, ot which the above sweeping statement can honestly be made, Now, a medi* cine that can meet this common enemy of mankind and repeatedly effect the wonderful cures Hood's SarsaparlHa has,—clearly has the right to the title of America's Greatest Medicine. Hood's Is sold by all druggists. 81; six for <5. *a DSllc »et harmoniously with S PHIS uood's Sarsaparllfa. 260. People are pretending to figure out how much the poultry business of the United States Is worth. It is estimated that the commerce of the country handles $300,000,000 worth of poultry and poultry products annually. This is probably true, but it is all guesswork. Who has ever taken account of the immense quantities, of such .products bought and sold by the hundreds of thousands of little stores scattered all over the land? The big figures do not take account of the poultry consumed on the farms or by the families in the small towns and cities that raise poultry and produce eggs for their own use. There has been always one characteristic about fresh eggs—the prices are what the commercial world denominate as "firm." That Is, there Is always a demand for them, and prices remain good' compared with- other farm products. Especially is this true in the vicinity of towns and cities. The farmer has much to hope from poultry. He needs only to make more of a study of it. Poultry meat should be frequently found on the table of the farmer, for it is one of the most wholesome of foods. WEALTH OF STAGE FOLK, William Gillette makes no secret ot his wealth. He made over ?50,000 last year. Melba can draw her check for ?200,000 and still would have enough left in hand not to miss it. Sarah Bernhardt has got so much money she never stops to count it. She used to pay Sardou more than ?50,000 a year in royalties. Lillian Russell, who started her career as a singing soubrette at Pastor's theater, sang her way into a $75,000 house In New York. Modjeska is living on a farm in California. She's the richest farmer in tho state. Her neghbors say she came to Calfornia to allow the hot western sun to melt her money. At a stylish cotillion party in London, live pets were presented to tho female (lancers. They comprised Maltese and Angora cats in silk-lined baskets, terriers in neat wicker receptacles, and canaries in gilded cages. Three widows are left behind to mourn the death of the late W. B. Gordon, who was recently burned to death at Spokane, Wash. Mrs. WlnsloWHSootrilnR syrup For children toctliing.sof tons tho KUiiia.reducoa Infleim. maUou.olluyH pain, uurcs wind colic. 25 coiits a bottla "I don't know what I would have done if it hadn't been for you!" exclaimed the discharged prisoner. "Well, you probably would have done time," said the proud lawyer.—Yonkers Statesman. A Chicago paper tells of a bicycle crank who reads all the coal strike 4(9* patches that have a Wheeling date line to tfeem. Fancy I'ou'try Establishments. What is suitable for one place and condition will not be suitable to other places and other conditions, as a matter of course. We can hurdly expect to see a fancy poultry establishment on a farm plastered with mortgages, or even on a farm where the owner is making the struggle of bis life trying to keep up with his ever-recurring expenses. But there are many farmers who have progressed far enough on the road to success to be able to take into consideration the question of adornment of the farm home. To such a one we would say, do not forget the poultry establishment, which may be made a thing of beauty. Many a housewife opposes tho keep- ing.of poultry because she has in mind the old poultry house, cold, damp and dirty. She remembers the fence of pickets or lath with unseemly rents here and there. She remembers 'how often the fowls have destroyed her hopes of a flower garden and sometimes made even the kitchen garden an uncertain factor. Therefore, when chickens are mentioned she scowls and says that she would rather be without fowls than have them. But no farm home should be without such an adjunct. An expenditure of a few hundred dollars will give nouses and yards after the most modern methods, and that will pay a big profit on, the Cotton Seed as Stock Food. Repeated inquiries come to the Oklahoma Experiment Station as to the value of cotton seed as food for animals. There is a widespread fear that it is an unsafe food. There is some foundation for this feeling, but, used judiciously, cotton seed may be wisely fed to either cattle, horses or sheep—sometimes to hogs. Young stock are more liable to injury than older ones. Rarely is it wise to make this the only grain food. Long continued high feeding with cotton seed sometimes gives bad results. But where it is not practicable to have the seed sent to an oil mill, it certainly should not be allowed to go to waste. Its high percentage of oil and good amount of "flesh-forming material" makes it a good food to use in connection with straw, corn stover, etc. It is not advisable to let young calves, lambs or pigs have free access to the seed, but older animals, except hogs, may have a supply before them, if other grain or sufficient "roughness" is also Riven. Beginning With Poultry.—A writer advises a beginner, if lie has $1,000 to put only half of it into the poultry business at first. We would advise him to start with little or no capital, at most a very little. Get a few hens and hatch the flock. One does not need costly lien houses, bone cutters, incubators and so on to start with. Many of the most profitable flocks have never seen anything of these luxuries. Most farm flocks are kept in the barn with the other stock, though shut away from it, and as to bone cutters, etc., no barn flock needs them. Woe unto the one who starts in with a large capital. One of the strongest points in favor of poultry keeping is that it requires very little capital,—Dakota Farmer. Trotting Horses for Market.—There are now about 1,100 trotters in the 2:20 list. That is a very small per cent of the two million trotting-bred horses in America. Breeders have been bending every energy to get speed. The 2:30 limit for recording is now too slow to be of any special value. Indeed speed has lost its commercial value, and trotting horse breeders begin to realize the fact that the American trotter must have more size, style and beauty to get into the best city markets.—Ex. Marry your son when you like, but your daughter as soon as you can. Star Tobacco Is the leading 'Drand of Xho world, because it is the best. If yon can't swim, never wade in unknown waters. Educate Your Ilowola With discards' Candy Cnthurtlo. euro constipation forovor. lOo, 20o. U C. C. C. full druggists refund money. The ability to do good quarrels with the will. A Perfect Type of the Highest Order of Excellence in Manufacture.'' Breakfast Absolutely Pure, Jtelicious, Nutritious. ..costs less Tftan ORE CENT a Cup.. Be suretliat yon get the Genuine Article, made at DORCHESTER, MASS, by WALTER BAKER & CO. Ud. ESTABLISHED 1780. 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