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Bsfc&ttetfc I iftltl 'afaifi tfollble ?6tl willl the SlSfy' ia? tififmaftais t airst t» jmffieidiate daftgef; _.._ W-1WI. Wfc&n At few BY CLARA AUGU5TA ASSOCIATIONS Jf life wM to &8,EfBt«fci«a.8fra WiHifcaiftfci fcletsffif t&at. .tistd tb maki ifee .MBfHAM «M *it" is aet t&at a! w%lftfa t weiM ssefitl ifcefs was afty _ aad yoti need haw fid &f»f*eHiflsi&Tl tSf *n6 said, she must k«iJ the the futttfe. Odd helfrtflg »«, i tiii j«af*L But she cdtiid titt die it tffitdld. fftfitttaM, she that ' Sfa6 klased an tvofy cross lining ott her bbsottt, and proceeded witfc evident difficulty. "Well, 1 fled with Paul Llnffl»«, For «. time 1 wfis very hapisy. He was kind to me, and 1 lovM Him so! We itved in A little fine-wreathed cottagS, on the banks of the Seine, and I had my tiny : fiowef-gardett, my books, my birds, my faithful dog Leo—and Paul! Every pleasant .nlghUhe used .to take.me.out on the river in the little boat which - .bore my 1 name on Its side. I lived 1ft a «ort of blissful waking trance, that left •me nothing to desire, nothing to ask •for.. Fool that I was! I thought it was to last always. After a while Paul wearied of me. Perhaps I was too Javish,of my caresses and words of love; it might tire him to be loved so intensely. But such was my nature, tie 'grew cold and distant; at times positively ill-natured. Once he struck me: •but I forgave him the blow, because he ihad taken too much Wine. He laughed 'me to scorn, and called me by a foul name that I cattnot repeat. That night lie asked me to go out boating with him. I prepared myself with alacrity, for I thought he was getting pleased 'with me and perhaps would comply with my request. Are you weary of my-story, Louis?" "No, no. Go on. I am listening to you, Arabel." -It was a lovely night. The stars gleaming like drops of molten gold, and the moon looked down, pure and serene and holy. Paul was unusually silent, and I was quiet, waiting for him to speak. Suddenly, when we reached the middle of the river, he dropped the oars, and we drifted with the current. He sprang up, his motion nearly capsizing the frail boat, and taking a step toward me, fastened a rough .hand upon my ishoulders. .'Arabel,' he .said, hoarsely, I'your power over me is among the 'things of the past. Once I thought I 'loved you, but it was merely a passion '••which soon burnedJ^'elf out. .After., that, I grew to hate'you; but, because I had taken you away from home .and friend's, I tried to treat you civilly. 'Your caresses disgusted me. I would 'gladly have cast you off long ago, if I toad had but the shadow of a pretext. 'i am to be married to a beautiful wom- 'an in America before many months 6a? to yen a single wer d that ft brother might tidt say id & foati? bts- shall elapse— a woman with a name and a fortune which will help me to pay •!those cursed debts that are dragging 'me down like a millstone. For you I have. no .further.use. There is no disgrace in the grave—and I* consign you to its dreamless sleep! 1 The next moment the boat was capsized, and I was flqating in the water. I cried aloud in his name, beseeching him to save me, and got only his mocking laugh in return, as he struck out for the shore. I could not swim, arid I felt myself sinking down—down to unfathomable depths. I felt cold as ice; there was a I' deafening roar in my ears, and I knew no more." "My poor Arabel, I could curse the Villain who did this cowardly thing, "but he is dead, and in the hands of my hand. Her sweet face charmed me. 1 set myself to find out It She dafed fef the man she was to marry, it had all be*fc arranged by her father yeaffl fore, i understood, aad 1 felt that heart was not Interested. "After 1 learning that, nothing could have saved Paul Linmere. His fate was decided, Twice 1 waylaid him in the streets, and showed him my pale face, which was not Unlike the face of the dead. And4aV'he'betieVBd*that*t was drowned, the sight of me filled him with the most abject terror, How* 1 enjoyed the poor wretch's cowardly horror! "The night that he was to be married, I lay In wait for him at the place where the brook crossed the highway. I had learned that he was to walk up alone from the depot to the house of his expectant bride, and there I resolved to avenge my wrongs. I stepped before him as he came, laid iny cold hand on his arm and bade him follow me. He obeyed, In the most abject submission. He seemed to have no will of his own, but yielded himself entirely to me. He shook like one with the ague, and his footsteps faltered so that at times I had to drag him along. I took him to the lonely graveyard, where sleep the Harrison dead, and—" She covered her 'face''\yitli her hands' and lapsed into silence. '; "Well, Arabel, and then?" asked Castrani, fearfully absorbed in the strange narrative. "I dropped the hood from my face aud confronted him. I had no pity. My heart was like stone. I remembered all my wrongs; I Raid to myself this was the man who had made my life a shipwreck, and had sent my soul to perdition. He stood still, frozen to the spot, gazing into my face with eyes that gleamed through the gloom like lurid fire. 'I am Arabel Vere; .whom you thought you murdered!' I- hissed .in his ear. 'The river could not hold my secret!-•/And-thus'I avenge myself for all my-wrongs!" "I struck one blow; be fell to the ground with a gurgling moan. I knew that I had killed him, and I felt no remorse at the thought. It seemed a very pleasant thing to contemplate. I stooped over him to assure myself he was dead, and touched his forehead. It was growing cold. It stuck me through and through with a chill of sister?* She put her hand into his. "1 wish 1 could 16*6 ydii, Instils Cas* tfaai/' she said, Bolettniy. "Veu de- my heart's best affectiOfts: but ffie bve is ove?! 1 hate had day, and it ia eet. But ydti shaft be m? brother, my d§at, kind fatathef, Loulsl Oh, it is aweet to knew that in this false world thefe is Dhe heart loyal and true!" "Margaret, there is more than one true heart in the wotld, as you wilt acknowledge when t hav6 told " 'little story. I 'know now why "you discarded Archer Trevlyh. You thought him guilty of the murder of Paul Lin- mere!" A ghastly pallor overspread her face; she caught her breath in gasps, and unutterable horror, mad, from the place. I fled, like one I entered a train of cars which were just going down to the-city, and in the mornirig-IHeft New York and came here. I fell sick. The terrible excitement had been too much for me, and for weeks I lay in a stupor which was the twin-sister of death. But a strong constitution triumphed, "When I woke to consciousness, I was lying in a rude cottage, and two persons, unknown to me—a man and a woman—were bending over me, applying hot flannels to my numbed limbs and restoratives to my lips. I had some articles of jewelry on my person, of some considerable value, and with these I bribed the persons who had taken me from the river to cause Mr. •.Linmere to believe that. I had died. '.They were rough people, but they were 'kind-hearted, and I owe them a large debt of gratitude for their thoughtful '^are of me. But for it I should have 'died in reality. As soon as I was able | : to bear the journey I left France, Lln- t mere had already closed the cottage and gone away—none knew whither, I tout'twas satisfied he : had departed for ' .the United States. I left France with | no feeling of regret, save for Leo, my faithful hound. ,1 have shed many bit"ter tears when pondering over the I probable fate of my poor dog." "Be easy on that subject, Arabel. I saw the hound but a few weeks ago. .„_ is the property of a lady who loves iito—the woman Paul Linmere was to ^ve married, if be had Jived," "I am glad, You msy laugh at me, Louis, but the uncertain fate of Leo given me "great unbappiness. But ? tp continue—* engaged myself as nurse- •wUb an English family, who had traveling on the continent and ijwere'about returning home, J. re« and I came slowly back to health. I had some money on my person at the time I was taken ill, and happening to fall Into the hands of a kind-hearted Irish woman, at whose door I had asked for a glass of water, I was nursed with the care that saved my life. "But I have never seen a moment of happiness since. Remorse has preyed on me like a worm, and once before this I have been brought face to face with-death.' 'Now I am going where I sent him. God be merciful!" • "Amen," responded Louis fervently. It wan very still in the room. Castrani sat by the bedsido, waiting foi- lier to speak. She was silent so long he thought she slept, and stooped over to ascertain. Yes, she did sleep. In clutched frantically the arm of Castrani. "Hush!" she said. "Do not say those dreadful words aloud! the very walla have ears sometimes! Remember their' utterance puts the life of a fellow mortal In peril!" "Have no fear; I am going to right the wrong!" "Leave his punishment to God. It would kill me to see him brought before a hissing crowd to be tried for his life. Oh, Mr. Castrani, I implore you—" "Calm yourself, child. I shall never knowingly injure Mr. Trevlyn. He deserves no punishment for a sin' lie never committed. He is guiltless of that deed as you are yourself!" "Guiltless—Archer guiltless!" she cried, her face wearing the pitiful, strained look of agonized suspense. "I do not quite comprehend. Say it again —oh, say it again!" "Margaret, Archer Trevlyn never lifted a hand against Paul Linmere —never! He is innocent before God and the angels!" She dropped her head upon her hands and burst Into tears—the first she had shed since that terrible night when that blasted revelation had, as she thought, sealed up the 4 : fountain of .tears forever. Castrani did' not seek to 'soothe her; he judged rightfully that she would be better for this abandonment to a woman's legitimate source of relief. She lifted her wet face at last- but what a change was there! The transparent paleness had given place to the sweet wild rose color which had once made Margie so very lovely, and the sad eyes were brilliant as stars through the mist of tears. "I .bulieve It—yes, I believe it!" she said softly—reverently.-; "I thank God for giving me ),he assurance. You tell me so. You would not-unless it were true!" "No, Margaret; I would not," replied Castrani, strongly affected. "Heaven forbid that I should raise hopes which I'cannot verify.' When you are calm she shdiild s«nd ftgaifi tte, and f6liev6 her settt by tto tm fcsslen of her sin. A few da^i caffle her seeoiid summofis. ^'Pfevieus ta this, only a little while, i had been inadvertently & iisteflef w an altercation between Af6het aad his wife, dufiag which Mrs. lyn, in a fit of rage, deaettfleed hef hufl* band as the mUfdeter of Paul Liaatefe, She produced proofs, Which 1 cdflfess struck mo as strangely satisfactory, and affirmed her belief lit his guilt, She also told him that ..because the knowledge of his crime had cohie to you, you had discarded him, and left New York to be rid of him forever! "So knowing this, when I listened to the dying confession of Arabel Vere, I knew that this confession Would clear Archer Trevlyn from all shadow of suspicion. Arabel died, and I burled her. Previous to her death—perhaps to guard against accident, perhaps guided by the hand of a mysterious providence to clear the fnir fame of an injured man—she wrote at length the history of her life. She gave it to me. I have it here. It will explain to you all that you desire to know." He gave her the manuscript, wrung hef hand and left her. com* .fiat wt aiitirat ft prdBf,6ct of euecwsfm W«etaa8lfi&w " itfttt At- ft &&&Jfl. ton at '» pront . with Australia, *1t6i*' jsesatt _ _, are cheapo than curtail *&«, afia their hatuffll advantagd" cheap lands (TO BB COXTlXttBD.t ly lifeless, quite a contrast to the same soil afte* beifig thoroughly tile drained, and cohse* qefitly aerated. Aeration mallows the soil, renders it, -more friable? and makes the plant food' mote available. The fertility has been present all the time, but lay dormant because the conditions did not permit of its use. The air enters the tiles and permeates the soil in every direction. Thus it is easy to see how and why tiling deepens the soil, In the swamps and basins having a clay subsoil, as they nearly all have, that before drain- Ing were difficult to plow more than four or five Inches deep, «an easily be plowed twice the depth after draining. A well-drained soil not only permits the water to descend rapidly, but also to ascend readily by capillary attraction. One Is about as necessary as the other in rapid growth, it is certainly much better to furnish an opportunity lor It to filter rapidly trough the soil than to be slowly evaporated by the heat of and ia&bility to do ethef thing* that m csaa dd taable them ta ttttflsf sell us id the llBeS mentioned; and ._. earns is lfu« with fcdma 61 tn^ikffitltj/,,^ American cdtmtfles, fits Nebfisk&r <j •**" farmer cannot false wheat in this world she more. -would never waken CHAPTER XXII. ASTRANI remained in Boston, and saw the remains of the unfortunate Arabel Vere consigned to descent burial, and that duty accomplished he took the first train' for Lightfield. It was sunset when he reached the dwelling of Nurse Day, Margaret was sitting on the veranda, with Leo by her side. The hound ran down to the gate to give the visitor a joyful greeting, and Margaret descended the steps and held out her hand. She was very kind, and almost cordial, for she respected Castrani with her heart, and she was pleased to see Mm. "} an* very glad to see y° Ul Ml<1 trani," she remarked, leading him into the ' enough to understand I will explain it fully." "I am calm now. Go on." "I must trouble you with a little, only a little, of my own private history in order that you may understand what follows. I am, as you know, a Cuban by birth, but my father, only, was Spanish. My mother was a native of Boston, : who married my father for love and went with, him to .his Southern home. I was an only child, and when I was about twelve years of age my parents adopted a girl, some four years my junior. She was the orphan child of poor parents, arid was possessed of wonderful beauty and intelligence. Together we grew up, and no brother and sister loved each other more fully than we. It was only a brotherly and sisterly love—for I was engaged at sixteen to Inez: de Nuncio, a lovely young Spanish girl, who was cruelly taken away from me by the hand of violence, as you know. Arabel grew to girlhood, lovely as an hour!. She had many suitors, but she favored none, until he came—Paul Linmere! Ill health had driven him to Cuba to try the effect o! our Southern air, and soon after his arrival ho became acquainted with Arabel. He was very handsome and fascinating, and much sought after by the fair ladies of my native town. Arabel was vain, and his devoted attentions flattered her. while his handsome face and fescinat- Jng address won her love. And before my parents had begun to ascertain any danger from Llnmere's society she had left everything and fled with him."My mother was plunged into grief, for she had loved Arabel like an own child, and the uncertainty of her fate I think hastened roy mother's death. POCKETED HIS PRIDE. Cuban 1'ntrlotlfim Prevented Him from , Speaking, but Not Wttlklnu, Spanish. "Madam," said the tattered wretch, as the woman of the house came to the door, "you see before you a victim of the worst governmental tyranny on the face of the globe." "You look It," answered the woman, according to the Buffalo Express. "My looks do not deceive you. Yet, madam, I can assure you it humbles me greatly to bo compelled to ask alms of you. Two short months ag«, madam, I was rich enough to have bought all the houses on this street." .- "Indeed,";said the woman, growing Interested. "Yes;" pursued Hhe " wanderer." "I had a great plantation, acres ot sugar cane and tobacco, hundreds of negroea to do my bidding. I spent my time In idleness and luxury. I never had a want that I could not gratify by a wave of my hand." . • "Where was all this?" . • ' " "In Cuba, madam. I am a Cuban refugee. My plantation was burned by the cruel Spaniards because I had given aid to fhe patriots. My wife and children were murdered, my dependents •all. scattered,: and •!—-" "If you're a Cuban," interrupted, the woman, "prove it by talking Spanish," "Madam," said the tramp, with a pained expression, "in the part of Cuba where I lived the people were such patriots that they never used the Spanish language. They talked only English." "Oh," said the woman, "then there s one other way in which you can prove what you say." "It is humiliating to me to have my word doubted. My Cuban pride revolts against it, but my hunger for the mince pie 'Which I can smell from your kitchen forces me to pocket my pride. Name your other, test and it shall be fulfilled." "You might walk Spanish." said the womo.rt«, with a smile, as she shut the door. summer. If permitted to soak subsoil It is' held there until needed: and used by the plants. It is difficult to induce people to believe that tile drainage is beneficial both in wet and dry seasons, yet such is the case. Having demonstrated that drainage deepens the soil, a little thought will convince any one that two feet of porous soil will absorb anl hold more moisture than one foot. At an Institute In southern Ohio a gentleman asked me whether I thought It would pay to tile a strawberry bed for the benefits during drought alone. I replied that I was satisfied it would. The berries contain'a very large per cent of water, and they, cannot be fully matured unless supplied with plenty of .moisture. If the plants were, set j in a low, wet place, they would suffer from "wet feet" and be "heaved «p" during winter and spring. Drained, soil?, freeze as well as undralned, but not so deeply, and planta are not pulled up and winter killed.—Drainage Jour' ' tiofi With the coolie of India, who glad to work for 10 of 12 cents, a day, ., and. take this i pay itt>6li*6^c&lH/:at'its! 'bullion value, and> those of you who , have seen India wheat will agree that < it is, at least, as good as you can raise, if not better, and so we might go on, hot only with our other stock and crop Interests, but we might refer to our manufacturing interests, for every thoughtful person must agree that manufactured goods must sell even lower In the future than they have sold in the past, and as we- must produce, Something, and desire to produce those, things that will bring the best returfls, I can confidently recommend apple , growing to you, and assure you that, my belief is that no other product ot the farm promises better returns than time and money employed in commercial orcharding. But to obtain desired results, good, careful, systematic, intelligent work is necessa^yr and tb' 1 those who are willing to em"^l'dy" - such ! ''nieth-, ode tho rewards are Sufas* 1 ,-•* 4, r.w;t Adulterated 1'ttrU Greed, Mr. B. M: Lelong, at the February meeting of the State Horticultural Society of California, is reported to have, stated as follows: "In the past two years enormous' quantities of Paris green have been sold to growers, much of which was of very inferior. quality. The results were equally as poor, and many growers have thus become prejudiced against its use. Samples of Paris groan have been examined with astonishing results. Several samples, al- '*,» " ! : i f * . '^ U< | .Y-t though of nearly.; the. sajie shade-of •color aa the pure" Paris' 'green,' were found to be a mi*tare\prRussian blue/. ^j.wuuu i<v wo a, Hr*fTf% if" J «-»«»»f 'and chrome ' yeliow^'cl'ay ' ' ; an'd W iated'Bufficlent..fttnd8 tMefray my ex* enseB apross'the A.tlsn«c, and then I ge't out on »y journey, * c *» e ** New ork, fpr ttj»t had been Mr, L.in»ere'9 before we wejjt to France, I goon get WPOB the track of htm, ai&a learned was about to be married to a a yo.y»».g J wtth a large to gee her; {or Trivial TlilnRi. '<It may seem a trivial thing to you," said a well-known druggist,''"but'one of our greatest annoyances is about corks. I have been in the drug business for nearly fifteen years, and I feel sure that my experience Is no different from that of every other druggist. The trouble I complain of ID that almost ninety-nine out of every 100 persons when presenting a bottle for medicine will invariably retain the cork until you have filled the bottle, put a new cork in it and tied it up, when they will say; 'I have the cork.' This may seem a trifle to kick about, but corks cost money, and then there is trouble occasionally to find one to flt a bottle properly. The amount of money we lay out annually for corks might be cut down fully 50 per cant If our customers would only thlnU." rpojn, "and so alsp will 'be Nurge Pay when she returns, Sbe has gone tp a prayer meeting now am especially f pleased And I I a si 59 Mr. I4B* it this tiwe because I am thinking of returning to New Yprfc, and I hope to persuade ygu to give me yo\jr, escort, ft it will not be asking too much," "T» Hew York? Indeed that Is d«' IJgbtfwl intelligence for the five bu»- dr§4 flear friendss who nave ftepfored ce m lang! J had tbat yw intended to My father left no means untried to discover the whereabouts of t!>e erring girl —but in v?ln. For years Uer fate was shrouded in mystery, My parents died- Inez was taken from me, and weary and heartsick I came to New YorK, •hoping to!nndjspme<distrpcWpn..ln new scenes and among a new people is pepejEwl here, Sft't JBM&t |P 9 r late,r» a,s FsU R9W it/' she a4de,<J, paiy,, I wasfc ts fttftryi" , $fee 4r€ w , bacjs tm t flw .IWfl bf ^'^^%^l*Rrt;|^W a cold WMLM any 'The day before you teft New YorU I received a message from Arabel Vere. She was In Boston ill «»tQ death. She wanted to see me once more; and she bad a sin upon her conscience which she wust cqnteas before she died, »»4 Phe »ust cgnfess It to n9 SOS bJJt myself, Jn Qhwjleftce te $ae j hurried to Bostoa. »»^ train that savvied m Interesting: Statistics. An analysis of 2,000 accident policies on which benefits were paid shows 5?i persons injured by falls on pavements, 34iJ by carriages or wagons, seventy- five by horse kicks or biles and forty- seven by horseback riding; 117 were cut with edge tools or glass; ninety-six were hurt by having weights tali .on them, and seventy-six were hurt In cycle accidents, while sevonty-twg hurt by'failing downstairs, ' ' Co«t of Raiting Wheat and Corn. According to estimates compiled at the Ohio Experimental Station from reports sent in by 30,000 farmers, • including 4,000 experts or specialists Jt,, appears that the cost of raising an acre of wheat is ?20 in New England, ?1» in the middle states, $11 in the southern states, $11 In the west, $16 in the mountains, and $12 in the Pacific states. An acre of corn cost $28 in New England, $21 in the middle, $12 in the southern, $11 in the western, $13-In the mountains, and $18 in the Pacific states. According to these correspondents, the average cost of an acre of wheat in the whole United States is $11.48, and average value $6.16, and average cost of "an acre of corn is $11.48, and the average value $8.21. This does not include straw and'fodder. If these, estimates, are- correct it; Is evident- that' there is nothing made in growing either wheat or corn, unless It Is in the straw and fodder, or in the feeding to stock. If there is a fallacy in the figures will some reader point It out. Such statements, If not true, ought not to go unchallenged.—Exchange. It Is without doubt generally trua that the farmer is selling his. eraln »t less than coat of production. It must also be remembered that with every bushel of grain goes nitrogen, potash and phosphorous enough to make up a good part of the price, Thus the fertility of his farm js slipping away without recompense, for the cost of produc^ tlon does not take in loss of fertilizing Ingredients, About Apple*. , , People are learning to eat apples the world over, and the facilities of the present and the future will enable those who have such things to sell to reach the consumer at small cost. People are constantly increasing the amount of fruit consumed, and the lux* ury of the present will become the necessity of the future; and, as the area of really proper climate and soils for apple growing is limited, it affords a rare chance fpr those who live in this favored climate for the production of something that the whole world wants; so the inducement that orcharding. Others were found to contain no araen- ious acid. In many cases the fault, lies with the fruit growers themaelves, , for we have continually advised them to use the pure article, which costs 20' cents per pound. This advice has been' disregarded to a considerable extent! and the cheapest grades have been pur-' chased, with little or no results. Itt was only last week that an 'extensive;, apple grower, vlB^e'difseyeralfstores,' in •' quest of Paris green, refused 'the pure. at .20 'centa,v,and v had ,a / large quantity,., shipped to him at '4%. cents* per > pound. « You can therefore imagine the results he will have."— Pacific Rural Press. , holds out ie certainty of a market and the assurance of fair to go,o4 returns Weaning Our experience Is against weaning pigs other than to let nature take Us course; by this method we get better pigs. It is almost Impossible to prevent them from receiving a check if weaned' at seven or eight weeks old, as some advise. YoU not only-check the growth of the pig, but it seems great'in jury would result to the sow. No one would take a calf from Its mother, refrain, {from milking her, andithen-expectithej, ^cow to escape without/injury^a'ntl'Bure.. _> ly a sow must be something like the * cow, Teach the pigs to eat at as early an age as possible, gradually increase .the feed until about two months of age, giving as much butter or skim milk as they will take along with what grali- they get, and weaning will not be hurtful to either the pig or dam. More loss of growth is incurred right here than any period of the pig's life, -If you must wean them at an early, age don't do It suddenly,—Southern Swineherd, i Florida Oranges. An agent of the Florida Fruit Exchange tells the Citizen of that state that he estimates next season's orange ' product at 125,000 <boxes, against less- than 50,000 for the present year. * The ' recoyery of the , trees is nflt &$, ?apl^> ^ as expected," but'is 1 satisfactory. About half the Injured acreage is being recovered by active efforts—the rest neglected or indifferently cultivated, Twen^ ty years will be required to replace ths . bearing surface in existence before th»' freeze. Yet many large owners who Invested in the southern counties attw the disaster are coming back and pushing the recovery of their Ipst grqves, while not abandoning their ^ T ~ p "~ turea, It is thought a better can be grown in the nprthers part of the belt. ______ Willow Fence posts.^A willow stafea for the investment, look about ue.and especially when we^ee.tne condition and f wture prospects for agrl* culture, we mast reg ar4, ihe future w»h The collection of Hawaiian longing to the American board, and which w'ere ie»t to this country as c«- rlasltjes by the early missionaries te th« sandwich teiandi, has been sent feacfe to Hawaii to he'4epo;&Uc!d in the Ni». tjqnal m«ae«Hi. Th.ey are &aW te to the pniy. pneoi^sf pf the Qri^lna.1 flel* 'ties of the IslftJUjS RQW in ... overproduction, ar , what te wrae, un* eto, with »i imme jmpreywept, tor if , A.ral»l fe«,t self. Herme how HJ, attiftda»,t8 «T , Russia, Australia and India, each com* pettus for Jfte world's majrfeetg, usO, tbs r*g«}t mu^ h$ that ve m<& rates cheaper wbsat o,r fee be^a is tbs m* test, 8»4 tb»t }a true of many other crops, »nj to a certain wteat of the «twk jstsr§8M!'i8 wsii, v$m «« m who baye h* fttt* ' pushed into the aQll in early , . . while it la yet, moist from the effects ot winder freeing ,an<| thawing, will al* most certalily grow; 8*4 ajtsr'two, up ... three year? it will become enough of ft.fi? tree t? serve as a ^st fop auafibj— ^-' ^ "S? -If ^ wfl wM» !• —- -i—• -- — *«_»" fences in. thte „ the trees elpss IQ ttert ft M er.W fflftyfea {hey hatfi •W »ff t? tb§ lljtof »ed e«fflcl§ twwanr w

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