Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 20, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 June 1892 — Page 3

THE HEIRESS OF MAPLE LEAF FARM.

CHAPTER IX. THE LETT Elt Ralph Prescott stood spell-bound, overwhelmed. He knew the woman in that room; he had met a surprise most startling; he had recognized the false nurse as the last person in the world he had ever expected to see in those somber habiliments. “It is she! What does it mean? What . can it mean? Oh, this is. bewildering, improbable. ” She? Yes; the one woman in the world who filled his mind’s thoughts to the exclusion of all others. She —Buth! the disowned, the wife of another, the heiress of Maple Leaf Farm. There could be no doubt as to her identity; there could be no mistake; there was no need pf a second glance. The same pure, soulful eyes looked forth, only, a trifle, sadder .than of yore; the fresh bloom of roses on. the pearly cheek was the same, only a trace of the canker of care had paled it almost imperceptibly. ’Resolution compressed the lips slightly, anxiety brooded on the fair brow, but—Ruth Elliott was there! What did it mean? From wonderment to flashing suspici on the thoughts of the enrapt lurher passed rapidly. Ruth Elliott was here, had been here for over a week, She had passed the cynosure of curious eyes with her identity unguessed; but had. not Geoffrey Forsythe known her—had not he possibly even suggested the disguise? If so— — In the bewildering jugglery of surmise, doubt, and speculation Ralph Prescott lost himself. Here, indeed, was a mystery—a mystery with a motive, surely—a motive that had made of a timid, shrinking girl a bold, resolute woman. For sweet love’s sake she had undertaken a monstrous imposition; but why and wherelore the tangible issue of it all? “It’s beyond me—l can’t understand it,” breathed the lurker. “But I will know. Where there is secrecy there is mystery, where mystery, a plot. I thought myself a master hand, and this girl—she has outwitted, defeated, crushed me utterly. ” He drew back from the window as he saw that she slept. His sinister face expressed every emotion in the gamut of a scheming rascal’s mind—avarice,suspicion, love, hate, vengeful persistency. For an hour he ruminated alone in the garden. Night influences were about him. The brooding clouds all inspired him to subtlety and plotting. He approached the broken shutter again. Ruth slumbered. “I will act with caution,” he muttered grimly. “A sudden confrontation might precipitate flight. I will watch and wait—but—l must know what her continued presence here means. I must know her scheme. I must balk its outcome, if possible. The letter she was writing!—that may reveal all. If I could only get a glimpse at that!” Prescott approached the unshuttered window of the vacant apartment. The door of communication with the adjoining one was closed securely. Ruth slumbered profoundly. He was an adept at sneaking into the house after late hours, a natural burglar, too. With his pocket-knife and a rusted piece of hoop, he forced the catch and pried up the window sash. The next moment he was in the room. On tip-toe he advanced to the stand where the written sheets lay outspread. Eagerly he took them up. His elfish eyes scanned their contents. The joy of a great gloating exultation came into his eyes as he read the story of a woman’s struggle for the right of a woman’s faith in a loved one’s fidelity. For the letter told all—it cast light on darkness, it constituted the history of as singular an exploit as ever fell under .the eyes of mortal man. CHAPTER X. WHAT THE LETTEK TOLD. It was fortunate for the secret plans of Ralph Prescott that the occupant of the adjoining apartment slept, for so absorbed was he in reading the letter that lay before him that he was impervious to aught for the time being. That letter was in Ruth’s well-known dainty handwriting. It was addressed to Paul Dalton, her husband and it was a chronicle of events rather than an ordinary epistle. “I do not know where you are,” it began. “When we parted at the altar, with faith supreme in your loyalty, I only asked to know that you had gone to make a final effort to clear np the mystery of your life. “Since then, events have happened that you must know. I have but one clue to your whereabouts. You mentioned Ferndale once. At haphazard, I wrote you there yesterday, asking you to return here speedity. “To-night, recalling still another town, I write you there also. Come back, for while your fair name must not go uncleared, I have outwitted the man who strove to blast your reputation—Ralph Prescott.” And then, in terse lines, the writer told the story of Ruth the outcast. Driven from her father’s door, she had wandered wretchedly in the snowy Right. An inspiration of faith in her old grandfather, Geoffrey Forsythe, sent her steps thither. She had not mistaken the affection of the old recluse. He had received her with open arms. He had listened to her pitiful story; he sympathized with her; he questioned her particularly in detail as to the various sums of money that her father had missed, the dates of the abstractions, and much concerning the habits and actions of Ralph Prescott for a month past. Putting together what he knew and what she revealed, old Geoffrey Forsythe amazed Ruth by denouncing Ralph Prescott as the real thief. He said that of late he had heard considerable about the schemer’s gambling proolivities. He had employed a man to watch him. He knew of almost every money deal of the young man. He now knew that certain amounts he bad paid corresponded exactly with the

BY GENEVIEVE ULMER.

sums John Elliott had lost; in fact, he proved Ralph Prescott to be the thief, beyond dispute. “I had begun to suspect that he was a hypocritical time-server,” he had told Ruth. “My eyes were just beginning to open to the sacrifice I was demanding of you in wedding a man who has no claim upon me, except for a sentimental regard on my part for his dead mother. Ruth, you will stay here. Disguised, you will be my nurse until I can explore still more deeply into this knave's deception. Your happiness is everything in life to me. A woman’s heart cannot usually be wrong in estimating the character of the man she loves. I have faith in Paul Dalton, in • a man who stood ready to be adjudged a criminal, rather than anger your father against you with a revelation of your mutnal love. We will await his return, and if he disproves the charge that he is a convict, your father shall be made to do you both justice, and Ralph Prescott shall bo unmasked in his true colors.” But sickness came sooner than old Geoffrey thought. His hours were numbered, and he knew it. Afraid of the wily cunning of Elliott, if he left Ruth his fortune, he divided it as known to the reader, and left the bulk of It to her husband at her suggestion. All this Ruth wrote to Paul Dalton; all this, sick at heart, the enraged, baffled, unscrupulous Ralph read. Now she bade her husband return. He was wealthy now, and what might not money do to untangle the knotted skein of his mysterious life. Ralph Prescott stole from that room with a pale, perturbed face. He reclosed the window as he found it—he left no trace of his felonious visit. He knew all now, and that information was weighty, vital. To Ruth his true character was fully revealed, and if he dared openly to persecute her she possessed the means of proving him to be the thief of Maple Leaf Farm.. Furthermore, for love of the man she had wedded, she would use that knowledge if he tried to annoy her again. Paul Dalton had captured the double prize—bride and fortune. What should he do? His natural impulse was to seize on all the ready cash he could get his hands on, and, like the craven he was, sneak out of the lives and memories of those he had wronged. A thought of revenge, however, a subtle suggestion of thought, a hopeful belief that there was yet one weak point in the armor of his foes, awoke a last desperate combativeness in. Ralph Prescott’s wicked heart. “If Paul Dalton should.die,” he glowered in a sinister hiss of hate, “then all the fortune would revert to Ruth. Who knows what may happen? The tramp told me much. Paul Dalton is a convict, let him say what he likes. I will anticipate Ruth. I will go. at once to Ferndale. I will dig up this man’s past, that I may effectually blight his future. Oh, there is some way out of this labyrinth of mystery, there must be some compensation for all he has made me lose!” And, hiding the fact that his own evil plottings had been the cause of his misfortunes alone, Ralph Prescott, at early dawn, started on horseback on the trail of the man who had so mysteriously disappeared. CHAPTER XI. VICTORY. Ferndale was nearly eighty miles from Ridgeton, and located in another State, but by dint of hard riding and few stops Ralph Prescott reached his journey’s end the next morning. The plotter’s thoughts and calculations were vagus. What good he could gain by the present investigation he did not know. Ciroumstances would guide him. he told himself. He hoped to learn something more about Dalton’s past. A man who had been a forger, a convict, might have many serious flaws in his life. There might be other crimes for which Paul Dalton was wanted —else why had he sought the obscurity of Maple Leaf Farm? If this was true, and he could learn sufficient to be of real weight against Dalton or Ruth, the plotter might terrorize, persecute, blackmail them. He hardly thought as far as ever gaining Ruth. Money and revenge were now the sole actuating motives of his mean nature. If he had hoped to find Paul Dalton established and publicly known at Ferndale, he was doomed to disappointment. Inquiries at several places revealed no definite knowledge of the man he sought. One man thought the name sounded familiar, another started strangely, and repeated it over and over vaguely. “That name ain’t altogether unknown to me,” he said, “but I can’t fit its owner. Seems to me, though, that old Danby, the miller—yes, that’s It—l remember now. You see ”

The man checked himself suddenly. .“Well, go on,” insinuated Paul, eagerly. “No, I may be mistaken, and I don’t want to make trouble. You see Danby.” “Where will I find him?” queried the self-appointed detective. He was directed to a dilapidated mill structure. A somber-faced old man, patching up the worn-out machinery of the plaoe, looked up from his labor irritably as Prescott asked him if he was Mr. Danby. “Yes, Danby’s my name,” he replied. “What of it?” “I am looking for a man I was told you knew. ” “Who Is he?" “Paul Dalton.” The effect of that name upon the miller was something extraordinary. He arose erect as from a shock. His face turned pale as death. With lowering eyes and quickened breath he surveyed his visitor, and, trembling all over with some suppressed agitation, demanded in a hoarse, unnatural tone: “Who sent you here?” Prescott retreated, a trifle frightened, for there was a gleam in the old man’s eyes that was dangerous. “Why,” he stammered. “I—l came myself.” “No one sent you? He did not send you; she did not send you? Answer me.” “No one sent me. ” “Because,” Went on the miller between his set teeth, “I would treat a messenger from them as I would they themselves —as reptiles, deadly enemies!” “I simply wanted to find this Paul Dalton. I wished to learn all I could about him. You seem to hate him?” “Hate him!” echoed the miller, bitterly; “as the viper that stings, as the savage who strikes the hand that ten-

ders him bread. He stole my child away from me—my little Isabel"—and the gruff voioedled In a pitiful sob. “He made my home bereft, he well-nigh beggared me. Oh, curse his handsome face and soft ways! Curse him, I say, to all eternity!" Strange words to Inspire joy, and yet a savage delight permeated the heart of the eager listener as he realized that he 1 was learning more than he had hoped for. Was this Paul Dalton a villain who operated the same at all places —robbing his benefactor, running away with his) daughter? It seemed so; but a still deeper satisfaction was in store for Prescott. “That was five years ago.. One night they disappeared. A week later I received a letter from Isabel. She begged forgiveness. She asked that they both return to the home roof; that her husband was repentful for the theft; that the money had gone in gambling. I went to the town whence she wrote, armed with a horsewhip. I cowhided him for the miserable poltroon that he was. Jj cursed her as no child of mine. ’ “And were they married?” “Ah, I made sure of that. I would have killed him if it had been otherwise. As it was, I left them. They had made their bed. In it they must lie." Fierce, venomous joy tugged at Ralph Prescott’s heart-strings. Married! Then the ceremony at Ridgeton was a mockery. Ruth was not a wife! Visions of her humiliation, amid which she would gladly accept a new husband to hide the disgrace of the oldi one, ran riot in the schemer’s mind. Al broken will—the Forsythe fortune yeti won or a threat of prosecution for bigamy—ah, all was not lost yet! “The hardened villain!” gasped Prescott, in a spasm of high virtuous indignation against a man whose rascality seemed to discount his own. “Married! Then all is safe, provided—one word!” he utters quickly, as the miller turned away. “Is your daughter still alive?" “Yes.” “Glory! What luck! The game is mine!” chuckled the delighted plotter, “She wrote me a year ago. She said her husband had fallen heir to a great fortune. Would I allow her to repay me what he had stolen?" “And you replied?” “Not a word! Those two are dead to me. ” |TO BE CONTINUED. 1

Virginia's Historic Ground.

The large price that the owner ol the farm on which the famous “bloody angle” In Spottsylvania is situated bias obtained for his property, having made a sale to Northern parties, recalls how important a proportion of Virginia soil has an extensive value on account of its association with historic events. With the possible exception of Greece and England—we doutjt whether an exception ought to be made in the instance of these countries—there is no land in the world which contains more localities Whidh'derive their interest from the records of history, and which, if put up for sale would bring a larger sum for reasons which have no relation whatever to the question of natural productiveness or general convenience. Fortunately, though these scehfcsinay change hands, they cannot, like Libby Prison, be moved beyond the borders of the old State. Jamestown, Yorktown, Fredericksburg, Cancellorsville, Manassas, the Wilderness, they are here to stay and to call up ip the minds of the remotest generations of Virginians the heroic deeds of their ancestors, which are a part, of the character of the living.— Richmond Times.

The Capitan Pratt.

Chili’s most powerful war vessel has a name not at all suggestive of its formidable size and capabilities. It might not unfitly have been called the Terror or the Thunderer, and it Is not a little remarkable that so ardent, not to say flamboyant, a people as the Chilians were content with so prosaic a title as plain Captain Pratt. For actual business the Pratt has the following qualifications: It is 328 feet long; beam over all, 60 feet 7 inches; depth, 34 feet 9 inches. It will mount in its main battery four guns of 9.46 inches caliber, and it has also four guns of 4.72 inches, six rapid fire guns of 1.97 inches, and four rapid fire guns (two Nordenfelt and two Hotchkiss) of 0.78 inches caliber. It has six torpedo tubes of the Canet system. The Capitan Pratt is, in short, a fast and formidable armorclad vessel, with powerful engines of the latest and most improved description, and a guaranteed speed of eight* een knots an hour.

An Explanation.

The difference between an heir apparent and an heir presumptive is not always clearly understood; here Is the case in a nutshell: The heir apparent must succeed if he survives the present holder of the dignity; while an heir presumptive, although the heir at the moment, is liable to have his right to the succession defeated by the birth of another heir. There cannot, therefore, be at the same time an heir apparent and an heir presumptive. To take a modern instanoe, should the Prince of Wales succeed to the throne of England, his son, Priftce George, if then living, will become the heir apparent to the throne. Should Prince George succeed to the throne before he has children, the Duchess of Fife would be the heir presumptive, her right to the succession always liable to be defeated by the birth of a direct heir to her brother.

British Uniforms.

The most expensive of England’s soldiers’ garbs is the bandmaster’s of the life guards, which cost $125. A sergeant-drummer of the foot guards may well “swell his chest” when he wears a tunic costing no less than $37.50, the total value of his “rig-out” being $122.50. The cheapest uniforai of all is that of a private of an ordinary infantry regiment, valued at s2l.

The Old Gentleman Knows How.

Samuel Davis, of Whitneyville, Me., who is 84 years of age, shot four foxes in one day, making a total of forty this season. He says that “foxes are uncommon cute critters, but they’re easy to get if you know how. ”

Two Cores for Toothache.

A dust of bicarbonate of soda (baking soda) not only will relieve a burn but, it is said, will soothe a toothache. Oil of cloves will surely do this. Evebt housekeeper should provide herself with little conveniences for doing her work. A short-handled, broad paint-brush to wash the outside of window sills, and an old tooth-brush for washing around the glass.

AGRICULTURAL TOPICS.

A FEW SUGGESTIONS FOR OUR RURAL READERS. A Plaee for Everything—How to Unite • Good and Cheap Marker—Trnok Farming Statistics Dairy Suggestions A Filthy Well —Household Hints. Boys on the Form. The decadence of farming of late years is largely due to the undeniable fact that city life has offered greater attractions as well as greater profits to the young. While it is true farming does not require so severe and unremitting toil as formerly, can it be said that young people on the farm have been encouraged to find their pleasures and relaxation at home? This is the only way to make farm life attractive to the average young man. If on each holiday he goes to the city, it will naturally soon seem to him that city life is all a holiday while life on the farm is one of unceasing drudgery. It often happens that city bpys kept at work in stores, and only allowed to go into the country tor vacation, see only the holiday aide of farm life, and require a love for it that those brojught up on the farm too Often do not share. Why do not farmers take a hint from these facts, and make as much holiday as possible for their sons at home? It is time that the old rule, which made the boy hoe his row and run for water, while the men rested, was superceded by a practice which would give boys the easiest tasks, and the little investments that give largest profits, as the best means to interest them in farming and make this the occupation of their lives.— American Cultivator. A Farmer’s Workshop. I became tired of the old way of haying bolts, Screws, nails, rivets, wire,, buckles, eta, in boxes standing herb and there, oftentimes all sizes in the same box, just because there was no other place for them, says a correspondent of the Ohio Farmer. The bother and loss of time were great, as 1 had to open sometimes nearly a dozen boxes to And the thing I wanted. Thus necessity became the mother of invention, and the result was a ’’case” in which there is a place for everything, as shown in the cut The drawers are made of small, light boxes t (Vvhich can be had at the grocery stores) sawed to the right size, and then nailing a side, bottom or end to them as required. The lower ones are shallow for nails, etc., two or three inches deep; those intended for more bulky articles, as bolts, etc., deeper. For knobs, take common sewing thread spools and saw them in two. The half of one spool, with a wood screw through the hole of it and into the drawers makes the knob. For convenience drawers for screws, rivets, small nails, tacks, etc., are partitioned into two, three or four parts, and can also be taken out and carried to where wanted. A sample of the article or articles (size and kind) in each drawer is fastened on tbe outside of it by a double pointed carpet tack, and when anything Is wanted, from a quarter inch tack to a half inch bolt it is a pleasure and satisfaction to be able to put your hand on it in a moment A Good and Cheap Marker. One that is suitable for marking out cabbage ground, and for anything not co be planted deep. Take three 2by 4 scantlings, 3 feet long, bevel one edge, and turn up atone end like sled runners. On top of runners

(crosswise) nail three one inch boards, 12'inches wide, and as long as necessary to make the rows 2}, 3, or 4 feet wide, as may be desired. Attach chain or heavy wire to connect with whiffle trees; and fasten handles in rear plank, and the marker is ready. —Practical Farmer. Truck Farming. According to census bulletin No. 41, upward of $100,000,000 are invested in this industry, the annual products reaching a value of $76,517,155 on the farms after paying freights and commissions, realized upon 534,440 acres of land. There are employed in this industry 216,765 men, 0,254 wemen, and 14,874 children, aided by 75,866 horses and mules, and $8,971,206.70 worth of implements. Th 6 numoer of acres devoted to truckfarming in the United States is 534,440; value of products, $76,517,155. Kinds of leading vegetables grown on truck-farms of the United States: Asparagus is grown on 37,970 acres; beans, 12,607; cabbage, 77,094; kale, 2,962; spinach, 20,195; Irish potatoes, 28.046; beets, 2,420; celery, 15,381; cucumber, 4,721; watermelons, 114,381; other melons, 28,477; peas, 56,162; sweet potatoes, 28,621; tomatoes, 22,802,' and miscellaneous vegetables on 82,601 acres. Thu Bepslr of Fence*. Thereare many kinds of labor upon the fairm that require attention in season, and among them all, none more important than that of fence repairing. As soon as the soil is clear of frost all fences should be critically examined and all repairs attended to. To neglect this is one of the cases where “delay is dangerous,” the result of which may be the destruction or injury of some important crop, to say nothing of the influence that may be exerted upon animals in the line of leading them into habits of unruliness. Let the fences be attended t 6 and these dangers avoided. Dairy School* and Their Graduate*. Too many of, our cheese factories are officered by incompetent managers, The school teachers are required to pass a certain examination before they are allowed to teach. Is it a greater hardship to ask that our butter and cheese makers who manipulate millions of dollars’ worth of milk annually shall pass an examination as to their proficiency, and then secure to them fair living wages in return? The dairy, as a rule, needs bettor patronage and a more scientific and skillful factory and creamery management. What are our dairy

I ... ‘ ./ . ■ , schools for? Lei our legislators* nlake these schools thorough, furnish them a full equipment of teachers afld mechanism, with nominal tuition. Then it will be well tb require the manager of a factory or creamery to be a -graduate of one of these schools, and thus make them useful. i . To KHp .ri*a Off v’»wi. To have a cow continuaHy -flghting flies while milking is a great annoyance, and an agricultural exchange suggests that a phosphate sack be ripped on one side and put on the cow as shown.

The Bottom of the sack coniines the tail. The cow cannot switch; the flies do not bite. Results—comfort and cleanliness. Dairy Suggestions. “He that would get milk In the pall and butter in the churn must flrst put them Into the mouth of the cow.” Don’t fool away time in following any of the recipes for making a tiptop article of butter out of rancid grease. Feed the cow high, right along up to the time of calving; and if there is not a case of abortion, there will likely bo a dead cow from milk fever. Is there really any difference asks a correspondent, betweon the keeping qualities of butter made fromsweet cream and butter made from sour cream? Practically none. While it is desirable to keep butter sometimes, yet it is a fact that butter is made to be eaten and not kept. No doubt that there-will be enough butterine and oleomargarine at the World’s Columbian Fair to disgust a hog. Itwouldbea bright idea for some public spirited microscoplst to be in attendance to show the people of the world how the stuff looks when it is magnified. It looks very different when magnified by the microscope from what it does when it Is “magnified” by its manufacturers. K*laln( Turkey*. There is no use trying to raise turkeys unless you can give them a wide range. They do not thrive when shut upjn yards. Turkeys are hard to raise, but after they pass the critical period of “shooting the red,” they become very rugged, and can stand a great many hardships—m fact, can stand almost apything but confinement. One of the prime causes of the alarming mortality among young turkeys is dampness; it is fatal*to them. They must not be allowed out in the morning before the dew is off the grass, and they should be housed before the sun sets. Avoid dampness, and keep them free from lice, and there will be considerably less run. '

Poultry Cackles.

Raise plenty of lettuce; no better green food can be given, the chicks, ducks, and geese. An incubator will run more regularly after the eggs are in* the machine than when empty. Whtte corn is said not to be so fattening as the yellow variety, hence more suitable for poultry feed. ■Nothing will break up a cold In a fowl so quickly as quinine. Give two two-grain pills—one at night and one in the morning. Plant some Kaffir corn, and feed it all to the poultry. Those that have tried It say it beats oats, and is equal to wheat for egg production. If the fowls are overfat the best step to take Is to give a family liver pill, and then feed bran in the morning and oats or wheat at night. It is not too late yet to start the incubators. Even In June it pays, as the chicks«an bo raised up for roasting fowls and sold the latter part of summer. Every farmer should raise an extra supply of cabbage, lettuce, turnips, potatoes, and onions for the poultry. All but the lettuce can be stored away for winter use. A Filthy Wall. A filthy well is an abomination and If you would keep your well clean you must keep it covered. Here is a

side. When the bucket is in use these are lifted and buttoned against the posts. Several wells in our pretty village are neatly framed in above the curb and the frame covered with wire cloth. This is more expensive but decidedly ornamental, especially if white houses and green blinds prevail as here. Lattice-work with apertures 1J in square looks well and is better than no protection, but is not so desirable as the close covers described. Bint* to Uouaakt-pflri Pictures are now frequently hung with ribbons of a color harmonizing with the decorative motive of the room. Glass jars of a small size, or large tumblers, are better for preserves than china, for should they not keep well it can be detected immediately. A good way to discover the presence of moths, and also to destroy them, is to place a lighted candle in a basin of water. The moths will be attracted by the flame, and will drop into the water. If you have boiled potatoes left over, a very nice way to use them a second time is this: Grate them into the dish they are to be served in, put bits of butter here and there, and dust a little fine salt over them; then put them in a hot oven for five minutes.

The number of sudden deaths which occur every year as a consequence of running to railway trains and ferryboats is not inconsiderable. The victims are mostly persons, middle-aged or older, who, without knowing it, have some disease of tho hoart. This kind of over-exertion, however, doos less harm than tho common habit of boing continually In a hurry. A habit which keepH tho nervous system at a perpettoal tension leads to excessive vital waste, undue susceptibility to disease, and, in extreme cases, to nervous exhaustion. Under its influence persons naturally amiable are transformed Into petulant and noisy scolds. The woman who is a wife and mother is peculiarly liable to this habit, sho lias so much to do and so little time in which to do it, in these dilys when so many outside things crowd upon her domestic duties. There is no doubt that hurry claims ton victims where hard work kills oue. The man of business suffers in much the same manner. Tho hurried breakfast and the hurried skimming of the morning paper are but the beginning of a hurried day. Yet It is unsafe for him to act in a hurry, or in the spirit generated by it. The uncertainties of his calling make entire self-control of prime Importance. School children are victims of the same evil. They must* bo at school exactly on time. But in thousarids of cases the family arrangements aro not such as to favor punctuality. Tho child is allowed to sit up late, and so Is late at breakfast; or tho breakfast Itself is late, and tho child must hurry through it, and then hurry off, half-fed and fully fretted, dreading tardiness and the teacher’s displeasure. Robust children may work off the effect amid tho sports of the day, but many others are injured for life. Occasional hurry is hardly to be avoided, society being what it Is; but the habit of hurry should be guarded against as one of the surest promoters of ill-temper and ill-health. If necessary, less work should be done; but in many cases nothing is needed but a wiser economy of time. Some of tho worst victims of hurry are men who dally With their work until time presses them, and then crowd themselves Into a fever, pitying themselves meanwhile because they are so sadly driven.—Youth's Companion.

While the American gentleman is busily engaged in his researches into monkey speech, 4 a lady correspondent of the Spectator at Oxford has written to point out that the “nimble marmoset” has already been the object of similar investigations, and, as it would seem, with remarkable success. Nearly a hundred years ago a book-seller residing on the Quai Voltaire in Paris, at the sign of the Tower of Babel, published a little book in which the writer made an endeavor to reduce the chatter of this tiny creature to articulate translatable language. More than this, the Spectator correspondent keeps marmosets, and is able from her own observations to confirm the Tower of Babel man’s discoveries. Thus the peculiar whistle, or ouistiti, from which this little creature has its French name, is described as a long, sharp, piercing sound, repeated two or three times, signifying the want of something or some one, and it happened that this lady had a very young one that always cried, “Ouistiti, ouistiti,” to the older one for help, if it thought itself in danger. “Ghriii," a long-drawn high tone, is translated in the book into “come,” and all those that the Spectator’s correspondent has possessed have thus called her to come to them. “Guenakiki” expresses (says the book) terrible fear; “Trouakiki,” violent, despairing grief; “Trouagno,” intense pain, “save me,” and a marmoset who had broken his leg thus warned the lady of the fact. “Krrrreoeoeo,” often repeated (continues our contemporary’s correspondent), means very happy indeed; “Keh,” a little better; “Korrie,” annoyed, disturbed; “Ocoeo,” deep terror; “Anic,” feebly apd melodiously uttered, means help, protect. “Quih,” “I want something very much;” “Quouece,” despair of escaping some danger. The latter cry, we are assured, she has often beard all her marmosets make at the sight of anything strange to them or which reminded them of some known danger. Altogether it must be confessed that we have a very fair commencement of a dictionary of the Marmosettian tongue.—London News.

sketch of a cheap, but effective which I saw at one of my neighbors, writer a correspondent in Farm and Home. Observe that the lid is in two pieces, one hinged to either

THe OLDEST ODD FELLOW.

Injliuna Claim* Him In th« Ptnon of Samuel Foreman, o! Or»cßibui*. N v Among the pioneer citizens of Greensburg, lnd., is Samuel Fore-

man, who is proud ol the fact that ho is the oldest Odd Fellow west of the Allegh e n y Mountains. For sixty-two years he has been an ardent member of the order, has fought its battles and forced its interests forward, until to-day he has

SAMUEL FOREMAN.

the satisfaction of seeing it pre-emi-nent in the land. Mr. Foreman was born in Baltimore, Md., Nov. 30, 1810, and on Feb. 7, 1832, was initiated into the order, joining Marlon Lodge, No. 8, of Baltimore. As is well known, Baltimore was the flrst home of Qdd Fellowship in America, and Marion Lodge was the eighth organized in the United States. In April, 1832, lie assisted in the organization of the Grand Lodge of Maryland, which afterward became the Sovereign Grand Lodge. In 1837 he came West, locating flrst at Aurora, lnd., and shortly after in Greensburg, and assisted in organizing tho Grand Lodge of Indiana, which in those days was held in Madison. Mr. Foreman, though 82 yenrs of age, is spry on his feet, enjoys good health and appears to be good for many more years of life. His aged wife is shill llvihg and takes great pride in the distinction her husband enjoys. Sir. Foreman’s record as a member of the I. O. O. F. is not guess work, but is verified by tho records of tho Sovereign Lodge.

Habitual Hurry.

Talking with Marmosets.

THE MAGIC GLASS.

i A Hat FuU of Wadding In • Tumbler oT Alcohol. In order to perform, this simple and amusing trick, show" to .jour au-j dience a glass filled with alcohol! and a high silk hat filled with wad-! ding, which you must have pulled! out with your fingers, so as to make it occupy the greatest possible space.j Then announce that you are going! to make all the wadding enter the

THE MAGICAL HAT.

glass of alcohol, without spilling a single drop of the liquid. For this it will suffice to take the wadding, bit by bit, and introduce; it into tho alcohol, which it will' rapidly drink up. Pack it down into the bottom of tho glass, and you will soon have a hat full of the wadding in an ordinary wine glass of alcohol, which you can triumphantly display to the audience, saying to them: “You see that I have not spilled a drop.”

Painless Dontistry.

Many years ago, writes a Western correspondent of tho Youth’s Companion, a group of cowlwys rode into the frontier town of Prairievlllo, and while cantering down the principal street came to a sign—-“ Painless Dentist.” They emptied the contents of their revolvers Into it, and then one of tho Company dismounted and announced Ids intention to go in and get a sore tooth attended to. “And I don’t pay no fancy price for it„ neither," he muttered as ho walked noisily into the office. . The dentist was a quiet-looking young man of 25. “See here!” shouted the cowbpy, as ho advanced toward the chair, “I want a tpqth fixed, and I don’t want any high-toned prices charged, either.” Ho threw himself Into the chair, hitched his bolt around In front of him, laid his revolver across his lap, and told the dentist that ts ho hurt him ho would shoot tho top of his head off. “Very well,” replied the dentist, with a slight laugh; “then you must take tho gas, for this Is a bad tooth and will give trouble.” The cowboy swore, but finally yielded, and with a parting threat submitted to the respiration, and presently was Insensible. With great skill tho man of the forceps pulled the tooth, and then, before his customer regained consciousness, he securely tied him hand and foot to tho. chair, which was firmly screwed to the floor. Then tiiking tho bully’b revolver out of his bolt, the dentist took up his position whore tho patient could see him when ho came to. As tho cowboy struggled back to consciousness the flrst thing of which ho was sensible was the dentist pointing tho revolver at him, and saying in quiet tones: | “Now, then, don’t move. Just open !your mouth as wide as possible, and I will shoot tho bad tooth off. This is the painless process. No danger, sir, unless you happen to swallow the bullet, ykre you ready? Then here goes! One, two, three.” Bang! want the revolver, knocking a hole In. the floor under the chair, and the dentist rushed forward holding out the tooth in his hand to show tho now terrified bully, who roared for mercy and begged to be released, thinking that he had fallen Into the hands of a madman. The dentist finally cut his bonds on condition that his customer should restore the riddled sign outside the office. And after paying #5 for the extracted tooth, which the dentist grimly declared to be the regular price for painless operations, the crestfallen cowboy departed, convinced that appearances are sometimes deceitful, and that even a tenderfoot may have nerve.

An Imitative Canary.

A week or two since Billy’s cage stood upon its stand at the open window and a robin, alighting upon a tree near the house, belched forth one pf those mournful yaps which are distressing to hear. It was the first time that the canary had heard the call of any bird since he came last fall into the house. At once he took up the mournful tone, making very sad work of it at first. His mistress could not divine what the little fellow was attempting to imitate; as be improved we at once took the idea, and told her it was the call of the robin, and now, in spite of all that can be done to arrest his imitations, he is constantly intepolating that call into his own beautiful song—a sad illustration of the fact that evil communications corrupt good manners. While the bird was still experimenting upon that dismal call we turned his attention from it by repeating the name of his mistress, in which exercise he joined heartily. All attempts to frighten him were vain, as he would, after the scare was over, sit upon his perch and sing and whistle as if he was enjoying the contest. We do not say that he was, but canaries are no fools, as one will become convinced if he handles them.

Marriges and Births In London.

The marriages of 74,596 persons were solemnized in London during 1891, the proportion to the population being higher than in any year since 1883. The births numbered 134,003, or 31.8 per 1,000, the lowest on record with the exception of the year 1890.

And Made Many More.

The superintendent of the New York State Lunatic Asylum says that the excitement while engaged in a game of base-ball has cured several patients.' " * ’ - _

Like a Rhinoceros.

The skin of the whale is thicker than that of any othei animal. In some places it reaches a thickness ot‘ several inches.