Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 18, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 May 1894 — Page 3

UNITED AT LAST

CHAPTER IX—Continued.

“Isn’t he? Too much of the watchdog about him, I suppose. As for fast friends, there s not much friendship between Wyatt and me. He’s a useful fellow to have about one, that's all. He lias served me faithfully, and has got well paid for his services. It’s a matter of pounds, shillings, and pence on his side, and a matter of convenience on mine. No doubt Wyatt knows that as well as I do." “Don’t you think friendship on such a basis may be rather an insecure bond?” said Constance, gravely; “and that a man who can consent to profess .friendship on such degrading terms is likely to be half an enemy?” “Oh, I don t go in for such high flown ethics. Jim Wyatt knows that it’s his Interest to serve me well, and that it’s as much a i his life is worth to play me false. Jim and I understand one another perfectly, Constance, you may be aure.

“I am sure that he understands you, ” answered Constance. But Gilbert had gone before she had finished her sentence. Baby, christened Christabel, after •the late Lady Clanyarde, wa> nearly a twelvemonth old, and had arrived, in the opinion of mother and nurse, at the most interesting epoch of babyhood. Her tender cooing«, her joyous chucklings, her pretty o uck-clucking noises, as of anxious 'maternal hens calling their offspring, her inarticulate language of broken syllables, which only maternal love could interpret, were an inexhaustible fountain of delight. She was the blithest and happiest of babies, and every object in creation with which she became newly acquainted ■was a source of rapture to her. The flowers, the birds, the insect life of that balmy pine forest, filled her with •delight. The soft blue eyes sparkled with pleasure, the rose-bud lips babbled her wordless wonder, the little feet danced with ecstasy. “Oh,’’cried thede.ighted mother, “if she would always be just like this, my plaything, my darling! Of course, I shall love her just as dearly when she ■is older—a long-armed, lanky girl in a brown holland pinafore, always inking her fingers and getting into trouble .about her lessons—like my sisters and me when we were in the school-room; but she can never be so pretty or so sweet again, can she, Martha?” “Lor’, mum, she’ll always be a love,” •replied the devoted nurse; “and as for her arms being long and her fingers inky, you won’t love her a bit less — and I’m sure, I hope she won’t be worried with too many lessons, for I do think great folks’ children are to be pitied, half their time cooped up in school rooms or stretched out on blackboards, or strumming on the piano, while floor children are running wild in the fields.” “Oh,vMartha, how shocking," cried Mrs. Sinclair, pretending to be horrified, “to think that one of-my favorite pupils should underrate the value of education.” “Oh, no, indeed, ma’am, I have no such thought. I have often felt what a blessing it is to be able to read a good book and write a decent letter. But I never can think That life was meant to be all education. ” “Life is all education, Martha,” answered her mistress, with a sigh, “but not the eiucation of grammars and dictionaries. The world is our school and time our schoolmaster. No, Martha, my Christabel shall not *be harassed with too much learning. We won’t try to make her a paragon. Her life shall be all happiness and freedom, and she shall grow up without the knowledge of care or evil, except the sorrows of others, and these she shall heal; and she shall marry a man she loves, whether he is rich or poor, for I am sure my sweet one would never love a bad man. ” “I don’t say that ma’am,” reiterated Martha: “looks are so deceiving. I’m sure there was my own cousin, on the •father’s side, Susan Tadgerp, married the handsomest young man in Marchbrook village, and before they’d been two years married he took to drinking, and was so neglectful of himself you wouldn’t have known him; and his whiskers, that he used to take such pride in, are all brown and shaggy, dike a straw Scotch terrier." The day after that somewhat unpleasant tete-a-tete between husband and wife, Gilbert Sinclair announced his intention of going back to England .for the Leger. “I have never missed a Leger,” he said, as if attendance at that race were ;a pious duty, like the Commination -service on Ash-Wednesday, “and I (Shouldn’t like to miss this race.” “Hadn't we better go home at one e, then, Gilbert? lam quite ready to return.” “Nonsense. I’ve taken this place till the 20th of October, and shall have to pay pretty stiffly for it. I shall come back directly after the Doncaster.” “But it will be a fatiguing journey dor you.” “1 d just as soon be sitting in a railway train as any where else. ” “Does Mr. Wyatt go back with you?” “No; Wyatt stays at Baden for the next week or so. He pretends to be here for the sake of the water, goes very little to the Kursaal, and lives •quietly like a careful old bachelor who wished to mend a damaged constitution, but I should rather think he had some deeper game than water-drink-ing.” Gilbert departed: and Constance was •alone with her child. The weather was delightful—cloudless skies, balmy ■days, blissful weather for the grape gatherers on the vine-clad slopes that sheltered one side of this quaint old village of Schoenesthal. A river wound through the valley, a deep and rapid stream narrowing in this cleft of the hills, and utilized by some sawmills in the outskirts of the village, whence at certain seasons rafts of timber were floated down the Rhine. A romantic road following the course •of, this river was one of Mrs. Sinclair’s wworite drives. There were plcturesoUe old villages and romantic ruins to be explored, and many lovely spots to be shown to baby, who, although in-

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articulate, was supposed to be appreciative. Upon the first day of Gilbert’s ab sence Martha Briggs'came home from her afternoon promenade with baby, looking flushed and tired, and complaining of sore throat. Constance was quick to take alarm. The poor girl was going to have a fever, perhaps, and must instantly be separated from baby. There was no medical man nearer than Baden, Bo Mrs. Sinclair sent the groom off at once to that town. She told him to inquire fcr the best English doctor in the place, or if there was no English practitioner at Baden, for the best German doctor. The moment she had given these instructions, however, it struck her that the man who was not remarkable for intelligence out of his stable, was likely to lose time in making his inquiries, and perhaps get misdirected at last. “Mr. Wyatt is at Baden,” she thought; “I dare say he would act kindly in such an extremity as this, though I have no opinion of his sincerity in a general way. Stop, Dawson,” she said to the groom, “I’ll give ycu a note for Mr. Wyatt, who is staving at the Badenscher Hos. He will direct you to the doctor. You will drive to Baden in the pony-carriage, and, if possible, brink the doctor back with you.” Baby was transferred to the care of Melanie Duport, who seemed full of sympathy and kindliness for her fel-low-servants, a sympathy which Martha Briggs’ surly British temper disdained. Mrs. Sinclair had Martha’s bed moved from the nursery into her own dress-ing-room, where she would be able herself to take care of the invalid. Melanie was ordered to keep strictly to her nursery, and on no account to enter Martha’s room. “But if Martha has a fever, and madame nurses her, this little angel may catch the fever from madame,” suggested Melaine. "If Martha's illness is contagious I shall not nurse her,” answered Constance. “I can get a nursing sister from one of the convents. But I like to have the poor girl near me, that,' at the worst, she may know that she is not deserted.” “Ah, madame is too good! What happiness to serve so kind a mistriss!” Mr Wyatt showed himself most benevolently anxious to be useful on receipt of Mrs. Sinclair's note. He made all necessary inquiries at the office of the hotel, and having found out the name of the best doctor in Baden, took the trouble to accompany the groom to the medical man’s house, and waited until Mr. Paulton, the English surgeon, was seated in the ponycarriage. “I shall be anxious to know if Mrs. Sinclair’s nurse is seriously ill, ” said Mr. Wyatt, while the groom was taking his seat “I shall take the liberty to call and inquire in the course of the evening.” “Delighted to give you any information,” replied Mr. Paulton, graciously; “I’ll send you a line if you like. Where are you staying?” “At the padenscher.” “You shall know how the.young woman is directly I get back.” “A thousand thanks.” CHAPTER X. THE CRUEL RIVER. Mrs. Sinclair's precaution had been in no wise futile. Mr. Paulton pronounced that Martha’s symptoms pointed only too plainly to some kind of fever-possibly scarlet fever—possibly typhoid. In any case there could not be too much care taken to guard against contagion. The villa was airy and spacious, and Mrs. Sinclair's dress-ing-room at some distance from the nursery. There would be no necessity, therefore, Mr. Paulton said, for the removal of the chi d to another house. He would send a nursing sister from Baden—an experienced woman—to whose care the sick-room might be safely confided.

The sister came—a middle-aged woman —in the somber garb of her order, but with a pleasant, cheerful face, that well became her snow-white head-gear. She showed herself kind and dexterous in nursing the sick girl, but before she had been three days in the house, Martha, who was now in a raging fever, took a dislike to the nurse, and raved wildly about this black-robed figure at her bedside. In vain did the sister endeavor to reassure her. To the girl's wandering wits that foreign tongue seemed like the gibberish of some unholy goblin. She shrieked for help, and Mrs. Sinclair ran in from an adjoining room to see what was amiss. Martha was calmed and comforted immediately by the sight of her mistress; and from that time Constance devoted herself to the sick-room and shared the nurse’s watch.

This meant separation from Christabel. and that was a hard trial for the mother, who had never yet lived a day apart from her child; but Constance bore this bravely for the sake of the faithful girl—too thankful that her darling had escaped the fever which had so strangely stricken the nurse. The weather continued glorious, and baby seemed quite happy with Melanie, who roamed about with her charge all day, or went for long drives in the pony carriage under the care cf the faithful Dawson, who was a pattern of sobriety and steadiness, and incapable of flirtation. Mr. Wyatt rode over from Baden every other day to inquire about the nurse's progress—an inquiry which he might just as easily have made of the doctor in Baden—and this exhibition of good feeling on his part induced Constance to think that she had been mistaken in her estimate of his character.

, “The Gospel says ‘Judge not,’ ” she thought,“asd yet we are always sitting in judgment upon one another. Perhaps, after all, Mr. Wyatt is as kindhearted as his admirers think him, and I have done wrong in being prejudiced against him. He was Cyprian’s friend too, and always speaks of him with particular affection.” Constance remembered that scene in the morning-room at Davenant. It was one of those unpleasant memories which do not grow fainter with the passage of years. She had been inclined to suspect James Wyatt of a malicious intention in his sudden announcement of Sir Cyprian's death—the wish to let her husband see how strong a hold her first love still had upon her heart. He, who had been Cyprian Davenant’s friend and confidante, was likely to have known something of that*earlier attachment, or at least to have formed a shrewd guess at the truth. “Perhaps I have susuected him wrongly in that affair,” Constance thought, now that she was disposed to think more kindly of Mr. Wyatt. “Bis mention of Sir Cyprian might have been purely accidental." Four or five times in every day Melaine Duport brought the baby Christabel to the grass-plot under the window of Mrs. Sinclair's bedroom, and there were tender greetings between mother and child, baby struggling In

nurse’s grasp and holding up her chubby arms as if she would fain have embraced her mother even at that di>tance. These interviews were a sorry substitute for the long happy hours of closest companionship which mother and child had enjoyed at SchoenesthalJ but Constance bore the trial bravely, The patient was going on wonderfully well, Mr. Paulton said; the violence of the fever was considerably abated. It had proved a light attack of the scarlet fever, and not typhoid, as the doctor had feared it might have proved. In a week the patient would most likely be on the high-road to recovery, and then Mrs. Sinclair could leave her entirely to the sister’s care, since poor Martha was now restored to fter righ,' mir.d, and was quite reconciled to tnai trustworthy attendant. “And then, said Mr. Paulton, “I shall send you to Baden for a few days, be. fore you goback to baby, and you must put aside all clothes that you have worn in the sick-room, and I think wq shall escape all risk of infection." This was a good bearing. Constancy languished for the happy hour when she should be ab!e to clasp that rosy babbling child toiler breast once more. Mademoiselle Duport had been a marvel of goodness throughout this anxious time. “I shall never forget how good and thoughtful you have been, Melanie." said Constance, from her window, as the French girl stood in the garden below, holding baby up to be adored before setting out for her morning ramble. “But it is a plea -uro to serve Madame, ” shrieked Melanie, in her shrill treble. “Monsieur returns this evening,” said Constance, who had just received a hurried scrawl from Gilbert, naming the hour of his arrival; “you must take care that Christabel looks the prettiest. ’’ “Ah, but she is always ravishingly pretty. If she were only a boy, Monsieur would idolize her.” “Where are you going this morning, Melanie?” “To the ruined castle on the hill.” “Do you think that is a safe place for baby?” “What could there be safer? What peril can madame forsee?” “No,” said Constance, with a sigh. “I suppose she is as safe there as anywhere else, but I am always uneasy when she is away from me. ” “But mrfdame's love for this little one is a passion!” Melanie departed with her charge, and Constance went back to the sickroom to attend her patient while the sister enjoyed a few hours’ comfortable sleep. One o’clock was Christabel's dinner time, and Christabel’s dinner was a business of no small importance in the mother's mind. One o’clock came, and there was no sign of Melanie ana her charge, a curious thing, as Melanie was methodical and punctual to a praiseworthy degree, and was provided with a neat little silver watch to keep her acquainted with the time. Two o'clock struck, and still no Melanie. Constat ce began to grow uneasy, and sent scout, to look for the nurse and child. But when 3 o'clock came and baby had not yet appeared, Constance became seriously alarmed, and put on her hat hastily, and went out in search of the missing nurse. She would mt listen to the servants who had just returned from their fruitless quest, and who begged her to let them go in fresh directions while she waited the result at home. “No,” she said; “I could not rest. I must go my.-elf. Send to the police, any one, the proper authorities. Tell them my child is lost. Let them send in every direction. You have been to the ruins?” “Yes, ma'am.” “And there was no one there? You could hear nothing?” “No, ma'am,” answered Dawson, the groom; “the place was quite lonesome. Theft) was nothing but grasshoppers chirping.” |TO BE CONTINUED. |

“OLD NANCY.”

An Illicit Still that Ha* Been Operated for Thirty Years. The capture of an illicit still operated near Sinking Mountain by Deputy Collector Brown recalls a story of longcontinued defiance of 'aw, siys an Elberton (Ga.) correspondent of the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. The still was bought in in 1858, and was put to use on the plantation of the late George Dye. When the war opened it passed into the hands of a Habersham County whisky dealer, who did a rushing business for four years. There was no railroad at the time within 10J mile, of this section, and the liquor made by “Old Nancy,” as the still was fondly named, was the favorite trade not only throughout northeast Georgia, but cross ad the lines into North and South Carolina. Once the still was embargoed by the officers of Habersham in 1863 because of the demoralization it created among the small boys, who with the old men were about all there was left. With the restoration of United States authority “Old Nancy” became contraband. Revenue prisoners brought before United States commissioners would tell about how “Old Nancy” was prospering, but try as they would the officers never could capture the still. When the distillers of one community found themselves too closely pressed they would run the still over’the mountain or down the creeks to where companions in lawlessness would secure possession of. it. and they would run it until compelled to do likewise. This was the still in quest of which Lieut. Mclntyre of the United States army was killed in Gilmore County in 1875. Subsequently it was run back east, being operated on Warwoman creek in Rabun County for several years. Of late the officers havfe heard that this will-o'-the-wisp, which they have been following for thirty years, was in operation in a secluded region near Sinking Mountain. Collector Brown, with an armed posse, successfully located the spot one tiight recently during a violent rainstorm. The moonshiners fled, giving the officers the opportunity of destroying the whole plant

A Useful Tree.

The cocoa palm is the meat useful tree on earth. Fresh water is procured from the nut before it is ripe, a single sample often containing three or four pounds of clear water, almost pure, save for a little sugar; the nut, when ripe, is very nutritious; the milk from the ripe nut is a good substitute for that of the cow; the young buds make good cabbage and greens; wine is made from the sap and flower stalks, and it« fermentation and distillation produces vinegar and brandy: the nutshells furnish utensils; ana from the fibers are made all sorts of clothing, textile fabrics, and even the sails, ropes, and other cordage of ships; its juices furnish ink, and its leaves pens and paper. —St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Ibsen dines every day at the Grand Hotel, Christiania. He sits in solitary grandeur at a little table, seldom speaking to any one except the waiter, but very often taking notes of those around him. Ibsen’s wife is alive, but they are never seen together.

OUR RURAL READERS.

SOMETHING HERE THAT WILL INTEREST THEM. A Pretty Rabbit Pea—How to Protect Corn from the Depredations of Cowl SuKKeetlons to the Peach Grower—Education of Farmer*. To encourage my boy In learning the use of tools, I designed and helped him make an ornamental rabbit pen, as shown in the first illustration. A box of inch stuff two by four feet and sixteen Inches deep was procured, the top taken off and the open part placed upon the ground. Four strips each one by two inches and four feet long were nailed to the box, a cross strip of the same size two feet long being nailed in across the center to complete the framework of the foundation. A part of one side of the box was removed and fitted with hinges to be used as a tian door, and two round-topped holes were cut in the front part of the box for doors between the back and front of the pen. On the foundation in front, a floor of four-foot boards was nailed, projecting a little beyond the framework. Strips like those used for the foundation were nailed in

PERSPECTIVE VIEW OF RABBIT PEN.

same manner about the top of the box and floored over. On this framework five pairs of one by two inch rafters, cut for one-fourth pitch, and projecting four inches, were securely nailed. Four strips of one and euehalf by one inch stuff were bored at intervals of one and one-half inches with a one-fourth inch bit, and of these the front cage was constructed by inserting one-fourth inch round iron rods cut to fourteen-inch pieces, the strips being securely nailed at top, bottom, and corners The middle pair of rafters supported a partition in the roof with a hole between the compartments Another hole for ingress to the attic was left in the floor in the back room. The roof was sheathed with three-fourths inch boards, and a cornice fitted on eaves and gable. It was then shingled, and’a neat cresting added to the comb The back gable was bearded up with vertical pieies, and fitted with a small hinged door. The front gable was finished by nailing on vertical slats with pointed bottom ends, made of one-half and three-fourths

FRAME WORK OF RABBIT PEN.

inch pine. A pit was' dug one and one-half by three feet in size and two feet deep, and lined with boards around the sides. The back part of the pen was placed directly over the pit Grown rabbits could jump easily from the pit into the front cage, and the little ones remained in the pit until too large to get out through the wire*. Rabbits dig down in the pit and construct their own breeding places in burrows beneath the pen. The pen proved to be warm in winter, cool in summer, and well adapted for keeping rabbits. With a longhandled shovel all refuse could be easily removed from the pit through the trap door, and the pen never became offensive. With a pair of white rabbits and their young, the pen was a pretty sight at the back of the lawn, and was always attractive to visitors. It was painted with dark red mineral paint and trimmed with white, which harmonized well with the bright green lawn and the dark green foliage of the shrubbery.—J. L. Townsend, in American Agriculturist.

Protecting Corn. !Fbere are several modes of protecting corn from the depredations of crows. One of the simplest is to coat the seeds with tar. Place a half bushel of the seeds in a basket and pour on hot water enough to moisten and heat all the seeds; then Immediately apply a pint of pine tar and stir the whole rapidly for some time. Every seed will thus become coated, and if a quantity of air-slacked lime is then applied it will render it dry and easily handled. The crows will pull up the plants in order to eat the seed, but coming in contact with the tarred seed they are thoroughly disgusted with its flavor and the remainder will be untouched. Another mode is to stretch white twine zigzag across the field. The crows will not touch the plants fenced in on two sides or within an angle. Another mode is to scatter corn on top of the ground oyer night, which they will devour if in sufficientquantity and leave the planted seed. A fourth mode is to employ a man with a gun and a dollar’s worth of powder and shot, take his- meals with him and cont nue in the field a lew days and they will become fr.ghtened and leave the premises—Germantown Telegraph.

The Work of a Farm. A farmer may work and yet not work. Thousands of men engaged In the occupation of agriculture are so narrow as to deny this; indeed, they deny that anything is work which is not done with the bands. An intelligent) farmer with a large farm and plenty of capital may employ himself in planning work foi his men, in marketing crops, in purchasing fertilizers and directing their distribution, in buying treesand giving oversight to their planting, in electing new; buildings or repairing old ones, in keeping accounts with bls laborers and of all the operations of the farm, in the purchase and sale of breeding stock, in aiding to sustain organizations in behalf of agriculture and do little or no work with his hands, and yet be a first-rate farmer and a useful man and find

proflt in what he does. The value of hts work may easily exceed that of a dozen laborers and still some men w.ll say that he does not really work at all, but that is a mistake—Philadelphia Inquirer. Preserving the Grain of Butter. There is no part of the process involved in making an extra quality of butter that is of equal importance with properly working it That the buttermilk and water must be taken out of it ana the salt put into it are matters of necessity, and the man who can invent some chea’ method by which this can be done without working the butter will be the dairyman’s benefactor. To make fine butter we must,retain the grain in it, while all wording, much or little, tends to destroy this grain. The modern nlan of working butter is to do away with working as much as possible and do that little as lightly as can te, and at the same time expel all the milk and water and introduce the salt. To do this stop the churn when the butter granules are very fine, draw the buttermilk and introduce water at a temperature near fifty-five degrees Fahrenheit, which hardens the butter, and when the water runs clear introduce the salt, mixing it well with the hard granules of butter in the churn. Then remove the butter to a table and press into shape for market* This will need no second working to remove the mottled appearance. Do nut expect to succeed perfectly with the first trial, but a little experience will soon teach how to overcome the difficulties. It is well at first to wash the butter in the churn with a strong brine Instead of clear water until more skill is attained by practice.— Agriculturist. KdueHtlon of Farmers. Ex-Governor Hoard of Wisconsin, emphasizes a truth frequently urged in these columns, yet which ought to be constantly reiterated by every farming journal, every speaker at the institutes and every father who would have his sons follow in his chosen profession. That fact is the necessity of education in the business of farming. The actual failure of many of our richly agricultural colleges is because the antiquated notion that “anybody can farm” still so largely prevails. The farmer boy has well trained hands, but his mind not having bpea schooled in the right direction, he long remains a mere hand laborer, discontented with his surroundings and most apt to turn his back upon the farm for a life elsewhere, with its elusive bubbles of fame and fortune. The hope of this Nation rests with the agricultural classes, and the future of farming depends upon our sons and daughters.—Farm News.

Currants. “To grow currant bushes from slips,” said Abel F. Stevens at the farmers’ meeting in Boston, “make the cuttings of new wood and about eight inches long. Place at once in rich garden soil, where no water will stand about them, and with only one bud above ground. Pack the eirth firmly about them. It this is done in the fall they will be rooted by winter; if in the spring they will soon be ready for transplanting and will make good plants in a year. For currant worms begin dusting with whits hellebore as soon as the first worm is seen, using it dry and mixed with twice its bulk of flour or road dust, after moistening the plants. The second crop of worms will come just after the fruit is gathered, and by eating the leaves weaken them for next year’s fruiting. These must'be especially watched tor and destrqyed. ” Clean Food and Drink for Poultry. The device shown herewith, from a sketch by W. Donnell, will enable a a poultry keeper to secure cleanliness I, 1,,,! in food and drink ! fa® supplies his , . fowls. The slatted ( eme n t is . placed upon one POULTRY TROUGH. Side Of the fowl house, a portion of the front being hinged, to permit food and drink to be placed close behind the slats, long troughs being used for the food, to permit all the fowls to eat at once. The enclo-ed space can be made long enough to provide accommodations for all the fowls which are kept on the place.,

General Note*. Seeds grown on very rich soft are apt to be late in ripening. Look out for the physical welfare of the flock, and especially the feet in wet weather. Very few farmers really learn to properly care for manure until they know its full value. To obtain the best results farm work must be done in the best manner and at the proper time. When it can be avoided it is not a good plan to turn the young colts in the same lot with older horses. With all classes of stock in breeding especial care should be used to avoid a cross where the same defects exists on both sides. Good sheep, good lands and good roots generally go together, for ; with good management with sheep land can be gradually built up. . Tie up the horses’ tails whenever it is muddy, but don't leave them tied up over night. It' futures their appearance to say the least. The two best fgods with daffy cows are wheat bran and clover hay combined with other materials sufficient to make up a good variety. Desirable breeding qualities are fixed in a herd by a long line of careful selection and breeding and not by the results of indifferent work. By hauling out and scattering the manure as fast as made during the winter, much time is saved in the spring after the season’s work begins Railroads refuse to ‘'diversify,” they persist in farming in the same old way. Why do not the daily papers go after those old fogy farmers, too? Never give medicine to an animal until Lt is evidently pecessary, and there is a proper way, and you will never feel that you have doetored too much. KEEpfNG the teams busy is one of the best arguments for growing a variety of crops, as otherwise it would often be difficult to keep the team busy.

A MODEL FARM-HOUSE

HAS ALL CONVENIENCES FOUND IN COUNTRY HOMES. The Coat of Thia Ona Was *2,400 for Everything Complete Except the Cellar Walla—Bay Window, Open Flre-PlaoM— Sliding Doors, Etc. < In the plans of almost every house there is more or less to commend or condemn. Sotne of course are much nearer perfection than others. When a plan takes such a form that it will answer in many places for exactly the same purpose, we may with truth call it a model; and in this case we think we may be justified in calling this a model farm-house, says Palliaer’s American Builder. The rooms are all of good capacity

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and conveniently arranged, and the principal rooms haye an open fireplace; sliding doors are placed so that the parlor, sitting-room and hall can be thrown together on special occasions, a feature which is always appreciated. The dining-room is reached from kitchen through lobby, which is fitted up with press and drawers. In this way two doors are between kitchen and dining-room and hall, so that the fumes pf the kitchen are kept out of the main house. . The hall is wide and spacious, ana gives a stranger on entering an idea of hospitality; the spacious veranda gives ample space for the occupants to enjoy nature and at the same time be suitably protected from the glare of the sun. The main house has two full high stories and a high attic, in which

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good rooms can be obtained should it be necessary. This house has the conveniences that are usually to be had In the country; the bay window is a nice featured In fact, it Is a model home for the farmer, and a splendid house for the amount of money expended, viz., 82,400, for everything complete except cellar walls, which were built by owner with stone on the ground. In looking over this design, It will seem hard to believe the fact that we had great difficulty in persuading the farmer not to alter the exterior design. He wanted a flatter roof and box cornice; in fact, a house just after the same idea as others in his locality. We asked him to investigate and see for himself how houses were being built, and see what they looked like; and we requested him to examine a house recently built, no larger than his, which cost nearly SIO,OOO, which In some respects was treated similar to his. After he had

PLAN OF SECOND FLOOR.

examined and studied the work that was being done, he was convinced that he was wrong. Having occasion to see this house a few days ago, we observed that it had been painted entirely different from what we had specified It to be. The prevailing color was white, with dark trimming, chamfered work In gables, etc., being white; and, in fact, the whole effect was spoiled. The colors specified were: for clapboards, light sage; corner-boards, bands, etc., buff; chamfers and cut work, black; but were entirely disregarded. That is what we call consulting a physician, and then taking our own or some one else’s physic. It requires as much judgment to paint a hotted, so as to bring out the detail, and give the desired effect, as it does to design one. (Copyright by Palllaer, Palllaer & Co., New YttrE) _2____ An enterprising New York chap offers college titles for sale for $5 each. He ought to buy “Burke’s Peerage” and lay Ina stock of foreign titles. They would sell like hot cakes.

INDIANA STATE NEWS.

OCCURRENCES DURING THE PAST WEEK. an Intereatlng Summary of the More Important Doing* of Our Neighbors—Wedding* and Deaths—Crtnaee, Casualties sit# General News Notes of the State. Hoosier Happenings John F. Ikvan, postmaster at Van Buren, Grant County, is dead. Fred Gibson’s farmhouse near Galveston, Cass County, was destroyed by lightning. Dave Pink, living in an old shanty near Madison, was found nearly starved to death. Food was taken to him, but he ate too much and will die. The blacksmith shop, paint shop, and wagon shop of Carl & Danielson and shoe shop of William Zufall at Stockwell, were burned by an incendiary. Loss, $2,000; insurance, $1,200. While near Bloomington, on a Louisville, New Albany and Chicago height train. Carl Henchman, brakeman, was struck on the head by a bridge and died a few hours later. His home was at Lafayette. A horse was found in a pond near Sullivan and a spring wagon on the bank. The outfit is supposed to have belonged to George Vonderhide and son of Terre Haute, and it is feared they have met with foul play. Work of rebuilding the Whitely reaper works at Muncie, will liegin at once. Several factories in that city have offered Mr. Whitely space in their building to make machines to fill this season’s orders and a large force of men has been put to work. Burglars made a raid on the town of New London the other night, securing several hundred dollars worth of booty. Seven residences were burglarized, when the citizens gathered and drove the burglars from the village. The marauders were supposed to be gypsies. Recently Charles Summer, whoresides near Winchester, and is almost eighty-eight years old, drove to town in a hand-made, single- buggy nearly fifty years old. He was driving a horst* which he very appropriately styles his “war colt,” and which was foaled on his farm in 1861. AT Muncie, Charles Willis attempted to throw a half pound dynamite stick in Buck Creek to kill fish. The explosion occurred too soon and his left hand and arm was torn in fragments above the wrist. Dr. Bunch amputated the arm. The man Is believed to bo fatally injured. George G. Murphy, aged 8«, and grandfather of Deputy Postmaster brace Murphy of Wabash, was Instantly killed, being run aown by a Panhandle freight train at Converse, where he resided. Mr. Murphy was endeavoring to cross the track in advance of the locomotive, and was struck and hurled some distance. Deceased was a pioneer of Northern Indiana.

The last Legislature made an appropriation of >52,000 to pay for a new foundation and pedestal for the Morton monument. The contract has been let for $1,200, and It is now proposed by the Morton Monument Association to use the SBOO remaining of the appropriation and the proceeds from the sale of the old pedestal to ornament the new pedestal with scenes from the life of the Governor. AT his home in West Columbuo George Gunnells, aged 2«, died in great agony. Four weeks ago he stepped on a rusty wire nail that entered his foot through a shoe. The wound soon healed, but a few days ago the unfortunate man was seized with cramps, first in his stomach, but which soon extended to his entire system, and when death came his spine was curved, backward like a rainbow. The John Williams Camp, No. 106, Sons of Veterans, of Kokomo, is making elaborate preparations for the proper entertainment ot the boys at the State Sons ot Veterans’ encampment, to be held in Kokomo, July 3,4, 5, and 0. The local camp is comparatively a now organization, but through the stimulpus of the approaching State meeting is growing rapidly, having now nearly 200 members. July 4 there will bo a grand military and civic parade. Kokomo’s new City Hall will also be dedicated on that day, making the occasion one of moment, Burglars forced an entrance to the Postofflce at Orleans, blew open the safe, secured $153.93 in money, 3,000 one-cent stamps, twenty-six fours, twenty tens, fifty-three fifteens, thirtyseven special delivery stamps, and $11.20 worth of newspaper and periodical stamps, together with sixty blank money orders numbered from 25,445 to 25,500 Inclusive and postal notes 5,242 5,400 inclusive. Thev also took the dator, so they could fill out the money orders. The safe was wrecked, and the concussion caused by the explosion broke the large plate glass in front. It is presumed that “homo talent” did the work, as the large safe of the Bank of Orleans at the next door was untouched. There are about 500 old soldiers in the county infirmaries of this State, and George W. Steele, manager of the National Home for Disabled Volunteer Soldiers, at Marion, has written to Governor Matthews asking him to notify the county officials that where there are soldiers in the infirmaries application can be made to the National Home, and if the applicant# are entitled to admission they will be received within reasonable time.’ Mr. Steele says there have been more soldiers in the home recently than there was appropriation to take care of. An appeal for additional funds has been made to Congress through Senator Voorhees, and it is thought that the financial aid will soon be extended. The Home at Marion is one of seven in the United States. A terrible boiler explosion occurred at Sprag ’a tile factory, four miles south of Frankfort. The pro? prietor, Willis Sprag, was instantly killed, and James Durbein fatally scalded, other employes badly injured, and the factory completely wrecked. At Lebanon, Miss Ethel Campbell, daughter of G. W. Campbell, ex-Freai-dent of the Gas Company, placed a pair of gloves om her hands to wash them in gasoline. They caught fire from a gas jet, and her handsand arms were frightfully burned. In her efforts to tear the gloves oft her hands were laid bare to the tendOnA A 2-year-old child ot J, H, Thomas of Kokomo, swallowed carbolic acid and will die. The fluid spilled all over its body and limbs, burning them badly. Lightning the other evening struck a tree in front of the residence of Mrs. John Hale of Wabash, ran to the earth and entered the house, tearing a hole six inches, in diameter in the plastering of one room and making a loud, report. Strange to say, the weatherboarding was not injured, nor is there any trace left by the bolt at the point where it left. the room. During the storm a horse belonging to a man named Berry,,in the western part of the city was klllocT by lightning.