Democratic Sentinel, Volume 20, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 July 1896 — Page 3

TALMAGE'S SERMON.

TALKS ON WOMAN’S WRONGS AND HER OPPORTUNITIES. Vashti the Veiled, the Silent and the Righteous—The Bald Woman and the Modest Woman—Waiting for the Divine Hand to Soothe. * Woman Sacrificed. In his sermon last Sunday, starting from a brilliant Bible scene, Dr. Talmage discoursed upon woman's opportunities and the wrongs she sometimes suffers. His text was Esther i., 11, 12: "To bring Vashti the queen before the king with the crown royal to show the people and the princes her beauty, was fair to look on. But the queen \ ashti refused to come at the king’s commandment by his chamberlains, therefore was the king very wroth, and his auger burned in him." We stand amid the palaces of Shushan. The pinnacles are aflame with the morning light. The columns rise festooned and wreathed, the wealth of empires flashing from the grooves, the ceilings adorned with images of bird* and beast and scenes of prowess and conquest. The walls are hung with shields and emblazoned until it seems that the whole round of splendors is exhansted. I.'ach arch is a mighty leap of architectural achievement. Golden stars shining down on glowing arabesque. Hangings of embroidered work in which mingle the blueness of the sky, the greenness of the grass, and the whiteness of the sea foam. Tapestries hung on silver rings, welding together the pillars of marble. Pavilions reaching out in every direction. These for repose, filled with luxuriant couches, into which weary limbs sink until all fatigue is submerged. These for carousal, where kiugs drink down a kingdom at one swallow. Amazing spectacle! Light of silver dripping down over stairs of ivory on shields of gold. Floors of stained marble, sunset red and night black, and inlaid with gleaming pearL Why, it seems as if a heavenly vision of amethyst and jacinth and topaz and chrysoqrasus had descended and alighteu upon Shushan. It seems as if a billow of celestial glory had dashed clear over heaven's battlements upon this metropolis of Persia. In connection with this palace there is a garden where the mighty men of foreign lands are seated at a banquet. Under the spread of oak and linden and acacia the tables are arranged. The breath of honeysuckle and frankincense tills the air. Fountains leap up into the light, the spray struck through with rainbows falling in crystalline baptism upon flowering shrubs, then rolling dowif* through channels of marble and widening out here and there into pools swirling with the finny tribes of foreign aquariums, bordered with scarlet anemones, hypericums and many colored ranunculus. Meats of rarest bird and beast smoking up nmid wreaths of aromatics. The vases tilled with apricots and almonds. The baskets piled up with apricots and dates and tigs and oranges and pomegranates. Melons tastefully twined with leaves of acacia. The bright waters of Euiaeus tilling the urns and sweating outside the rim in flashing beads amid the traceries. Wine from the royal vats of Ispahan and Shiraz in bottles of tinged shell and lily shaped cups of silver and flagons and tankards of solid gold. The rnusie rises higher, and the revelry breaks out into wilder transport, and the wine has flushed the cheek and touched the brain, and louder than all other voices are the hiccough of the inebriates, the gabble of fools and the song of the drunkards. Vashti the Sacrificed. In another part of the palace Queen Vashti is entertaining the princesses of Persia at a banquet. Lirunken Ahasuerus •ays to his servants, “iou go out and fetch Vashti from that banquet with the women and bring her to this banquet with the men and let me display her beauty.” The servants immediately start to obey the king's command, but there was a rule in oriental society that no woman might appear in public without having her face veiled. Yet here was a mandate, that no one dare dispute, demanding that Vashti come in unveiled before the multitude. However, there was in Vnshti’s soul a principle more regal than Ahasuerus, more brilliant than the gold of Shushan, of more wealth than the realm of Persia, which commanded her to disobey this order of the king, and so all the righteousness and holiness nnd modesty of her nature rises up into one sublime refusal. She says, rt l will not go into the banquet unveiled.” Of course Ahasuerus was infuriate, and Vashti, robbed of her position and her estate, is driven forth in poverty and ruin to suffer the scorn of a nation, and yet to receive the applause of after generations who shall rise up to admire this martyr to kingly insolencet Well, the last vestige of that feast is gone, the last garland has faded, the last arch has fallen, the last Tankard has been destroyed, and Shushan is a ruin, but ai long as the world stands there will be. multitudes of men and women familiar with the Bible who will come Into this picture gallery of God and admire the divine portrait of Vashti the queen, Vashti the veiled, Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent.

Noble Women. In the first place, I want yon to look upon Ynshti the queen. A blue ribbon, rayed with white, drawn around her forehead, indicated her queenly position. It was no small honor to be queen in such a realm as that. Hark to the rustle of her robes! See the blaze of her jewels! And yet, my friends, it is not necessary to hare palace and regal robe in order to be queenly. When I see a woman with strong faith in God putting her foot upon all meanness and selfishness and godless display, going right forward to serve Christ and the race by a grand and glorious service, I say, “That woman is a queen,” and the ranks of heaven look over the battlements upon the coronation, and whether she come up from the shanty on the commons or the mansion of the fashionable square I greet her with the shout: “All hail! Queen Yashti!” What glary was there on the brow of Mary of Scotland,' or Elizabeth of England, or Margaret of France, or Catherine of Russia eompared with the worth of some of our Christian mothers, many of them gone into glory; or of that woman mentioned in the Scriptures who put all her motley into the Lord's treasury; or of Jephthah’s daughter, who made a demonstration of-unselfish patriotism; or of Abigail, who rpscued the herds and flocks of her husband; or of Ruth, who toiled under a tropical sun for poor, old, helpless Naomi; or of Florence Nightingale, who went at midnight to stanch the battle wonnds of the Crimea; or of Mrs! Adoniram Judson, who kindled the lights of salvation amid the durkuhss of Burma; or of Mrs. Homans, who poured out her holy soul in words which will forever be associated with hunter’s horn, and captive’s chain, and bridal hour, and lute’s thirob, nnd curfew’s knell at the dying day, and scores ;and hundreds of women unknown on earth who have given water to the thirsty and bread to the hungry and medicine to the sick and smiles to the discouraged—their footsteps heard along dark lane and in government hospital and in almshouse corridor and by prison gate? There may be no royal robe; there may be bo palatial surroundings. She does not

need them, for all charitable men will unite with the crackling lips of fever struck hospital and plague blotched lazaretto in greeting her as she passes: "Hail! Hail! Queen Vashti!” Vashti Veiled. Again, I want you to consider Vashti the Veiled. Had she appeared before Ahasuerus and his court on that day with her face uncovered she would have shocked all the delicacies of oriental society, and the very me- who in their intoxication demanded that she come in their sober moments wouid have despised her. As some flowers seem to thrive best in the dark lane and in the shadow and where the sun docs not seem to reach them, so God appoints to mast womanly natures a retiring and unobstrnsive spirit. God once in awhile does call an Isabella to a throne, or a Miriam to strike the timbrel at the front of a host, or a Marie Antoinette to quell a French mob, or a Deborah to stand at the front of an armed battalion, crying out: “Up! Up! This is the day in which the Lord will deliver Sisera into thine hand.” And when women are called to such outdoor work and to such heroic positions, God prepares them for it, and they have iron in their souls and lightning in their eye, and whirlwinds in their breath, and the borrowed strength of the Lord omnipotent in their right arin. They walk through furnaces as though they were hedges of wild flowers and cross seas as though they were shimmering sapphire, and all the harpies of hell down to their dungeon at the stamp of her womanly indignation. But these are the exceptions. Generally Dorcas would rather make a garment for the poor boy, ltebecca would rathe- till the trough for the camels, Hannah would rather make a coat for Samuel, the Hebrew maid would rather give a prescription for Naaman’s leprosy, the woman of Sarepta would rather gather a few sticks to cook a meal for furnished Elijah, Phebc would rather carry a letter for the inspired apostle, Mother Lois would rather educate Timothy in the Scriptures.

When I see a woman going about her daily duty—with cheerful dignity presiding at the table, with kind and gentle but firm discipline presiding in the nursery, going out into the world without any blast of trumpets, following in the footsteps of him who went about doing good—l gny, “This is Vashti with a veil on.” But when 1 see a woman ot unblushing boldness, loud voiced, with a Tongue of infinite, clitter clatter, with arrogant look, passing through the streets with the step of a walking beam, gnyly arrayed in a very hurricane of millinery. I cry out, “Vashti has lost her veil!” When I see a woman of comely features, and of ndroitness of intellect, and endowed with all that the schools can do for one, and of high social position, yet moving in society, with superciliousness and hauteur, as though she would have people know their place, and an undefined combination of giggle and strut and rhodomontade, endowed with allopathic quantities of talk, but only homeopathic infinitesimals of sense, the terror of dry goods clerks and railroad conductors, discoverers of significant meanings in plain conversation, prodigies of badiuage and innuendo, I say: “Look! Look! Vashti has lost her veil!” A Broken Heart. Again, I want you to consider Vashti the sacrifice. Who is this I see coming out of that palace gate of Shushan? It seems to me that I have seen her before. She comes homeless, houseless, friendless, trudging along with a broken heart. Who is she? It is Vashti the sacrifice. Oh, what a change it was from regal position to a wayfarer’s crust! A little while ago, approved and sought for; now, none so poor as to acknowledge her acquaintanceship. Vashti the sacrifice! Ah, you and I have seen it many a time! Here is a home impalaced with beauty. All that refinement and books and wealth can do for that home has been done, but Ahasuerus, the husband and the father, is taking hold on paths of sin. He is gradually going down. After awhile he will flounder and struggle like a wild beast in the hunter’s net —farther away from God, fnrther away from the right. Soon the bright apparel of the children will turn to rags; soon the household song will become the sobbing of a broken heart. Thy old story over again. Brutal centaurs breaking up the marriage feast of Lapithae. The house full of outrage and cruelty and abomination, while trudging forth from the palace gates are Vashti and her children. There are homes that are in danger of such a breaking up. Oh, Ahasuerus, that you should stand in .a home by a dissipated life destroying the peace and comfort of that home! God forbid that your children should ever have to wring their hands and have people point their finger at them as they pass down the street and say, “There goes a drunkard’s child.” God forbid that the little feet should ever have to trudge the path nnd uproot that garden and with a lasting, blistering, all consuming curse shut forever the palace gate against Vashti and the children! During the tyar I went to Hagerstown to look at the army, and 1 stood in the 4 night on a hilltop and looked down upon then). I saw the camp fires all through the valleys and all over the hills. It was a weird spectacle, those camp fires, and 1 stood and watched them, and the soldiers who were gathered around them were no doubt talking of their homes and of the long march they had taken and of the battles they were to fight, but after awhile I saw these camp fires begin to lower, and they continued to lower until they -Acre all gone out and the army slept. It was imposing in the darkness when I thought of that great host asleep. Well, God looks down from heaven, and he sees the firesides of Christendom nnd the loved ones gathered around these firesides. These are the camp fires where we warm ourselves at the close ot the day and talk over the battles of life we have fought and the battles that are yet To come. God grant that when at last.these fires begin to go out and continue to lower until finally they are extinguished and the ashes of consumed hopes streyv the hearth of the old home-dead it may be because we have

Gone to sleep that last long sleep From which none ever wake to weep. Now we are an army on the march of life. Then we will be an army bivouacked in the tent of the grave. A Hops and It. Fulfillment. Once more 1 want you to look at Yashti the silent. You do hoi hear any outcry from this woman as she goes forth from the palace gate. From the very dignity of her nature you know there will be no vociferation. Sometimes in life it is necessary to resist, but there are crises when the most triumphant thing to do is to keep silence. The philosopher, confident in his newly discovered principle, waiting for the coming of more intelligent generations, willing that men should laugh at the lightning rod and cotjon gin and steamboat, waiting for long years through the scoffing of philosophical schools in grand and magnificent silence. Galilei, condemned by mathematicians and scientists, caricatured everywhere, yet waiting and watching with his telescope to see the coming up of stellar reinforcements, when the stars in their courses would fight for the Copernican system, then sitting down in complete blindness and deafness to wait for the coming on of the generations who would build his monument and bow at his grave. >.i The reformer, execrated by his contemporaries, fastened in a pillory, the slow

fires of public contempt burning undo him, ground under the cylinders of the printing press, yet calmly waiting for the day when purity of soul and heroism of character will get the sanction of earth and the plaudits of heaven. Affliction, enduring without any complaint the sharpness of the pang and the violence of the storm, and the heft of the ehaln'and of the darkness of night. Waiting until a divine hand shall be put forth to soothe the pang and hush the storm and release the captive. A wife abused, .persecuted and a perpetual exile ftom every earthly comfort—waiting, waiting until the Lord shall gather all his dear children in a heavenly home and no poor Vashti will ever be thrust out from the palace gate. Jesus, in silence and answering not a word, drinking the gall, bearing the cross, in prospect of the rapturous consummation when Angels thronged his chariot wheel And bore him to his throne. Then swept their golden hasps and sung The glorious work is done. O woman, does not ttys story of Vashti the queen. Vashti the veiled, Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent, more your soul! My sermon converges into the one absorbing hope that none of you may be shut out of the palace gate of heaven. You can endure the hardships and the privations nnd the cruelties and the misfortunes of this life if you can only gain admission there. Through the blood of the everlasting covenant, you go through these gates or never go at all. God forbid that you should at last be banished from the society of angels and banished from the companionship of your glorified kindred and banished forever. Through the rich grace of our Lord Jesus Christ may you be enabled to imitate the example of Ilachel and Hnnnnh nnd Abigail nnd Deborah and Alary and Esther and Vashti. Amen.

THE OLD HOME.

Well Worth the Recollections of an Occasional Hoar. Boys, do you ever sit down and talk for an hour over the scenes, the adversities and the successes of childhood? Do you ever take time to look back over the hill of life and call up the days of ye olden times when you were at home under the protecting care of a fond father and a devoted mother? Do the early days, spent possibly in a pioneer home, ever occur to you as the happiest home of your eventful life? These questions are for the “Old Boys,” those who have passed the meridian of life and now on the down slope, as it were, nnd who, from natural causes will soon pass Into the unknown beyond, where they are to enjoy the rewards that come of a well directed life. Boys, think of the old home where were father and mother and the charming sisters and brothers whose whole aim was to keep home hnppy nnd make life a pleasure rather than a burden. You remember father’s corner behind the great fire-place, do you not? See him as he sits and nods In the twilight of the dim fire and dreams of the days when his boys will be Senators and not have to stand the bitter trials of the dark forest or the treeless prairies. Perchance he has toiled all day In the clearing vigorously battling with nature for the ascendency of the arts of man. He did these things you know and all for you, too. Ilis trials were bitter. His alms were noble. His obect was happiness prompted by a motive of love. • The home was crude as compared with the gorgeous palaces of these days. But joy was there because father was, and love because mother was. Yes, see her as she sits at her work over in the other corner. She Is the perfect embodiment of happiness. Her boys and girls are all at home. They are yet in their innocency and she knows their every thought and observes with pride their every act. Father and mother, brothers and sisters. The Old Home. What depths of meaning lie in those words. There is comfort in them. They recall all that builded up into noble men whose lives are an honor to the hearth made happy by our presence. They recall the innocent prattle of younger brothers and sisters and the kindly directed efforts of the seniors to secure the joy and peace that comes from the fraternity of home with its bonds of affection. The dim old forest and the wide expanding prairie are there, too. The low murmuring rill with its beautiful song is there. What is not there? We were all there when we were young, tut now we are old nnd all that we can do Is to recall, recall, recall. Do this, boys, arid see if you do not appreciate more fully all that you are and have. It Is but just that you.should affectionately look upon the past.

Sympathy that Was Wasted.

A tired-looking little ' woman, vHth her thin cape spread out to protect her burden from the rain, splashed through the mud and entered a street car the other night. The car was crowded with men who could not find a seat, but they made way for her and helped her into the packed car. Mi e stood unsteadily in the aisle, trying to preserve her balance and the cur went along. “Keep still, dear!” she sighed, in a weak, tired voice, when a slight disturbance under the cape was observance. , “Why dpn't some of you fellows give that woman with a baby a seat?” growled a fgt plan who was hanging to a strap. Two or three men sprang up, and each insistel that she should take his seat. She sank Into one of the vacant places, thanked the man who had made way for her, and a frowsy-headed terrier sprang from under her cape and sat In her lap/while he barked at the fat man.

Belief in Omens.

In former times beilef In omens was an article of religious faitn and belief In them exists to a considerable extent in some countries to-day; When the pious mother of James i. of Spain wished to select a name for her child, she surrounded his cradle with twelve lighted tapers, each bearing an apostle’s name; It was decided, that the saint whose taper burned longest was the one who would thus signify his intention of becoming the Infant’s 1 special patron. St. James’ light outlasted that of his brother apostles, and to St. James was the child therefore dedicated. This was in the thirteenth century, but the same spirit of pious superstition survived long afterward. The Puritans believed in casting lots, apd in opening the Bible and receiving as an oracle the first words on which their eyes fell and the early Methodists practiced the same description of divination.

FARMS AND FARMERS

Homemade Potato Sprayer. The sprayer Illustrated hcrcwiyj Is inexpensive and easily made. First, a heavy Iron rod about 114 inches thick and G*4 feet long must be procured for an axle. This may be taken from Cn old grain drill, or elsewhere, and dapted to the present use. For wheels, take those of the hay-rake, as a high wheel makes the flow stronger. The shafts should be about eight feet long. They are bolted to the axle, fire feet apart, and fastened securely, that the rod may not turn. Two pieces of wood, three by three Inches and three and one-half feet long, are bolted across the shafts 12 or 15 inches apart, one of them being placed a trifle back of the axle, nnd the other farther in front of It. The singletree is attached to a third crosspiece farther forward. Two more pieces, two by six inches and two feet long, are bolted edgewise across the 3x3-inch pieces, two feet apart. These pieces are hollowed out at the top so that a barrel will rest on them securely. Two stopcocks are inserted.into the barrel opposite the bung, and two pieces of hose six feet long, terminating In a fine spray nozzle* attached to them. The bunghole Is turned upward and a funnel used in filling it. The horse walks between the rows of potatoes, the man follows ing and holding a nozzle in each hand above tho row, on either side. When at the end of a row, the hose may be laid across the barrel to stop the flow’. The pressure of the liquid In the barrel, if well elevated, Is sufficient to produce a steady flow, and the Jolting of the machine will keep the

DEVICE FOB SPRAYING POTATOES.

paris green In solution. With a sprayer of this kind o:ie person can easily spray ten acres of potatoes In a day.— American Agriculturist. The Nooning Time. Ip the longest days of the year, and when oh the farm the hardest work of the year has to be done, there should be generally a longer rest at noon than is usually taken. The early morning and toward evening are the most cotiF sortable times to work' out of doors. But with a day nearly, or quite, fifteen hours long, there must be a considerable resting place in tho middle of the day if health Is to be preserved. The noon dinner may take half an hour or more, but after that should be a rest of a full hour or two, and if part of that time be spent in sleep both body and brain will be refreshed. Few know how great Is the dependence of 1 the nerves on sleep for their continuance in vigorous health. A noonday rest of not less than two hours will enable more work to be done than can be secured without It. If storms threaten when crops have to be secured the noon rest may be omitted, for in such case when rain comes there will be longer opportunities for resting and even for sleeping than will be desirable. 'i

Killing; Hose Slugs with Hot Wnter. It is very slow and difficult work thinning off the rose and pear slugs when they are found on pear and grape leaves. Not many people know that they can be easily killed by drenching the leaves with water heated to 130 to 140 degrees. This is death to nearly all kinds of bugs, and the water can be applied 10 to 20 Jegrees hotter than this without injuring the leaves either of the pear or grape vine. If, the water is applied by spraying, It should be some hotter than is required, so that it may reach the slugs at the temperature that is surely fatal to them. Very cold water or that which has had ice dissolved in It will kill the rose slugs If dashed violently against them, but it knocks off many more, and they are soon found at their work again. Felect the Beat. Did you fiter notice that certain hens In the flock always seemed more alert and active than others? See how perhaps half a dozen out of 1 thirty or forty are always running around, singing, perking their heads up in a “Don’t you see I’m a rustler” kind of way, and doing more work In an hour than the rest of the flock in four. Take care of these. Separate them from the rest of the flock. Look after them ylth great care, and by breeding them carefully to choice males, you can raise up a strain of fowls that will be phenomenal layers. Now don’t sneer at this idea. It Is a fact and one-that Is worthy of your looking Into. - v\ ■ Feeding: Bran In Summer* Cows at palture are greatly helped by feeding a bran mash morning and night when giving milk. Good as grass Is It does not furnish the full proportion of nitrogenous and mineral substance that the cow requires to give the largest quantity of milk, and bran Is a better food for this than Is grain or grain meal. Cows that will not eat corn meal when at pasture will eat and relish a bran mash made with water heated to blood temperature. By Products of the Dairy. Almost all great manufacturing enterprises now derive a great part of their profits from the careful saving and use of by products that were for-

merly wasted. It is much the same with the dairy. There Is no large margin of profit in making butter and cheese at present prices, and the question how to dispose of the by products left after these are made usually decides whether the result shall be on the loss or on the profit side. Making curd cheese without rennet from the skim milk is a profitable way to use It where a near market can bo had for it. Almost every eity or village would dispose of a large quantity every day if it were placed on market* Besides this, feeding skim milk to fowls, to pigs and to the cows are good ways to dispose of it. Which will be most profitable must depend on circumstances. Removing Fool Serda from Grain. As long as it remains true that as a man sows, so shall he reap, it behooves him to get all foul weed seed out of his seed grain. Some practice “swimming” it out, but the heaviest seeds

SIEVE FOR SEED GRAINS.

will not float—only the seed pods of weeds and the lighter stuff. Better sift the wild seed out, and the illustration shows how to do it easily and quickly. Removable wire mesh bottoms may be used and thus a choice made in the size of mesh to use with any particular grain or beans, peas, etc. It will pay to use a mesh coarse enough to permit all small and inferior kernels of grain to fall through with the weed seed. Then only the best and most vigorous kernels will be sowed. Such selection of the best seed year after year will bring up the quality of the grain wonderfully.— Farm and Home.

Helllrur lounc Plaa. There is always profit in breeding pigs, providing the breeder is not too greedy, and is willing to sell his stock at reasonable rates. Live and let live should always be the rule. In nothing is this more true than in the breeding and sale of stock. It is very easy to get a surplus of stock greater than can be either kept or fattened with profit. As the pigs grow older It costs more to produce a pound additional growth, and what Is worse, this‘extra weight Is not worth so much per pound as is that of the smaller pig. The sow pigs may be worth more as they grow older if set to breeding, but the farmer who breeds pigs largely to sell while young does not wait for the sows to get to breeding age before disposing of them. He leaves some of the profit to the purchaser of his stock, as every stock seller ought to do. If no one did this the race of buyers would quickly run out, and then the grower of young pigs would be worse off than ever. IrrWnulnr Hatching. There Is some variation in the time of hatching hen’s eggs, depending on the vigor of the fowls and the time eggs are left cold before being sat on. With strong vigorous fowls 110 dhys will see most of the chicks our. Late in the season the germ In the sometimes begins to evolve Into a chick even before it is sat on, from the heat of the weather. This has been known to occur in the house, and wo remember a neighbor who kept eggs in a basket not far from the kitchen who found a live chick among them unmothered. It had been hatched out from the heat of the stove in the next room. Rnsirins Grape*. Not so much is written now ns used to be about bagging grapes to keep them from insect enemies or fungous diseases. The object is much better accomplished by spraying with the Bordeaux mixture. The bags required a good deal of labor to apply, and at the low rate that grapes have lately cold for, it did not pay. Besides, It was found that the protection made ihe grape skins more tender, so that they were less prepared for long trnnsportatypp or for long keeping. Bagging grapes is still practiced by amateurs, but it is a practice likely to be confined to them.

Fence* Aronnil Gardena, There should be no fences except those put up for temporary protection, and that can be easily taken down around the garden. If a permanent fence Is built It is always in the Way, and becomes a harbor for weeds, which will grow at all the more luxuriantly because the garden is rich. Neither should fruit trees be planted around the garden for like reason. The fruit garden ought Jo be by Itself, and r n the farm it is better to grow all the tree fruits in the main orchard, that can then be fenced in and used as a pasture for pigs. Dairy Notea. The cow should have all the food that she will assimilate. A cow that Is heated and worried will not milk well and her milk will not make good butter. To make the very best profit the dairyman must own the best land, keep, the best cows and give them the best treatment. The dairyman should not only breed up hte cows, but by proper course of fertilization Increase the bearing capacity of the soil. The latest thing for the deception of the 4airy farmer is a bogus cottonseed m?al. It has been analyzed and detected by two of the experiment station*. Cows drink from four to five gallons of water dally on the average. This should be as free from all Impurities or surface drainage as the water used In the family. Not every farmer can feed his cows a wide ration, because Ht Is sometimes too costly to be available; but whatever the feed there should be plenty of It, and It should be accompanied by plenty of water.

QUEEN OF THE SILENT GAME. Mias Kata Wheelock Acknowledged to Be a Whist Expert. Among the'inost' Interesting of all delegates to the forthcoming meeting of the American Whist League in New York will be Miss Kate Wheelock, who Is well known in> this city and the Northwest generally as an expert at the silent game. Miss Wheelock was the first woman teacher of whist in this country. There Is only one other. She Is petite In figure, has regular features, a fresh complexion, a winning manner and has prematurely gray hair. She was born in Green Bay, Wls. Eleven years ago, when the female Interest In whist became a fad in the West, she lived in Milwaukee. While instructing a number of women the latter suggested that as it took up so much of Mias Wheelock’s time she ought to charge a fee. She did so. It opened np a new business. It grew. So did the size of her fees. As her fame Increased her travels extended. Since then she baa visited nearly every city in the country, remaining from four to six weeks in each place. At present she has about 4,000 whist pupils scattered all over the country. Women as a rule do not play as scientific a game as men, she says, but the most scientific of her pupils arc In the Hamilton Club of Philadelphia. Eugene Elliott, founder of the Whist League, cnlls her the “Daughter of the League,” and Cavendish, the great authority on the game, calls her the “Whist Queen.” For the last two years Miss Wheelock has been experimenting with a stereopticon, with a view to giving instruction

KISS KATE WHEELOCK, WHIST EXPERT.

to a greater number of women at one time, and also reducing the charge of tuition so os to bring it within the means of women who could not otherwise afford the expense. The first experiment was made at Morristown, N. J., a few days ago, and wus voted a great success.

Thibet’s Picture Tree.

From time to time wonderful stories liavo been circulated In Europe concerning a mysterious tree in Thlbot, which has been called “the treo of 10,000 pictures.” Travelers have related that on each leaf of this sacred tree, on the branches and all over tho trunk, are letters of the Thibetan alphabet or religious pictures; it was even asserted only a short tlrno ago that a large sunt of money had been offered for a cutting from this marvelous treo by a traveler who had seen it. Botanists have smiled at nnd ridiculed the existence of such n tree, only to bo mot with the assurance that it had been seen. At lust the truth has bfcen made known by a Buddhist cons' vert -to Christianity. - In tho village of Louses is a monastery of 3,000 lamas or Buddhist priests. To AUPIW 1 these priests a considerable sum of money is required, so at somo far-off ttane tho idea of this tree was evolved. On a moonless night in spring ono of the lamas armed with a set of stamps, imprints upon tho leaves and bark of tHe tree the characters of the alphabet, short Invocations to Buddha and various rough outline drawings of priests and religious symbols. The leaves and pieces of bark are sold to the credulous believers and visitors, nnd the money thus obtained helps to support tho grand army of lamas.

Saluting the Flag.

Coffee is now served out, and for fifteen minutes the sailors sit aud sip It before beginning the morning work of scrubbing decks and cleaning ship. This work should be finished by five minutes to 8, when the bugle sounds the first call for colors. Upon which the quartermaster bends on the flag to the halyards of the flagstaff at the stern, and a signal boy does the same with the “jack” at the bow, and both aland ready to hbist them at 8 o’clock. A little period of waiting follows, and then 8 o’clock Is reported by an orderly to the officer of the deck, who sends the orderly to report It to the captain. Presently the orderly returns and reports; “The captain says, ‘Make it,’ sir.” Thereupon the officer of the deck orders: “Sound off!” Then ring out the clear, majestic notes of the splute to tho flag, while all the men about deck face It as It soars with dignity aloft and floats out to the morning breeze; officers and men touching their caps in reverential salute as It comes to rest and the music dies away In long, full notes.—St, Nicholas.

Equipped for Noise.

Way some people would have blcy* cles rigged, so they could hear them 1 doming.

Cambridge Leads.

Though Oxford has won the boat race eight times more than Cambridge, In other sports Cambridge’s record is the better; at cricket she has won Cl times to Oxford’s 27; in athletic sports 19 times to 13; at foot ball, Rugby and association, 24 times to 17. At golf they are even; eight games each.—Toronto Globe. ■

RECORD OF THE WEEK

INDIANA INCIDENTS TERSELY TOLD. Cjtizena of Terre Haute Get After Refractory Liquor Seller*—Peculiar l>eath of an Insane Man—Qnlt-Clalna Heed for a Husband. Will Prosecute Baloon Men. The saloon njcu, who for a week have been giving Terre Haute the novel experience of closed saloons after 1 p. m. and. on Suntluy, kept open Saturday, which, was a violation of law, on aeeouut of its being a holiday. Prosecutor Huston has a bushel of affidavits against them. The saloon men have been voluntarily complying with the closing feature of the law since the Supreme CoUrt held'it so be valid, but they wouldn't go so far.asto keep closed two days In succession. Two big citizens’ meetings have been held, but the saloon men came to the conclusion that the participants in these meetings would not take an’ active part tm prosecuting violators of the ’Jaw.' There/ is where they made a mistake,' ’ ' Girl Buys a Husband for 87SO. Mrs. Susan Harris, of Hammond, ha« disposed of her husband, William T. Harris, to Miss Carrie West, of Delphi, f«n* s7.">o. Miss West is the foster daughter of the late Judge James H. 'Stewart 1 anil’ wife. She inherited from her foster parents about $20,000. Harris came to DeL |>hi front Hammond to take the position of night operator on the Monon. Miss West became infatuated with him, and. lie lived at her home. She said to remonstrating friends that their love wa4 *f divine origin, and soon afterward Harris brought suit for dlvoreb from his wife, whom he had left nt Hammond. Attorney Knotts, of Hammond, notified MhutWest that Mr*. Harris was willing to dispose of her claim to her husband for money, and the bargain described was at thick. The other Stewart heirs have brought suit to set aside the will.

Maltreated in an Asylum, i. ,-| George T. Aloxnuder died at the eastern hospital for the insane at Richmond mi Wednesday and .a report wits given circulation dial he died,from ill treatment at tlte hands of au attendant. Superintendent Smith denies the charge, and now Mrs. Alexander publishes u statement to show that tho charge is true. Sho s*j* that the visit)*! the hospital ami found her husband with a broken limb and when klvc asked him liow he was injured he replied that the "big fellow” had pushed him down. Site re|s>ated tills statement to the pihcers of tilt* Institution und after that she was not allowed to see her husband except with others present. She declares iict 1 IxMiofTn the statement of her husband nnd says that lie was rational when he made it. . , , All Over the State. Ralph. H-yenr-ohl son of Myron.i G. Eddy, of Elkhart, while playing with hi* father’s revolver, shot himself fatally; ,i Mrs. Mollie Wash", of Columbus, ha* sued the American Starch Company for SIO,OOO. Her htislmud was detained in the mill by his duties until lie wns burned to death. The dispiemltered lsidy of Edward Auholr, a switch tender, was found in the yards at Isigansport. Everything of value lmd been stolen nnd it is thought In- was murdered and placed across the tracks. Immense crowds celebrated nl Robinson Park, Fort Wayne. The principal attraction was the marriage of n yoiing couple on the hand stand. They received as a reward a handsome sot tif.fovfilturA, fhno license and free dergyliiun's service. A specinl.jdxev l cat, 1 beautifully decorated. Was set a puff for their use. Augustus L. Craig, the chemist of the malleable iron works'at Marion, a young •man of high social standing, accidentally swallowed strychnine, mistaking it for quinine. He realized his utisLake within n few minutes and summoned help from an adjoining room, telling them what to do in relief. Meanwhile he swallowed four raw eggs as tut antidote and lie battled strenuously for his life, but died some hours later. - ' ■ A few days ago W, P. Bldgood, of Greenfield, brought suit against Coairaetors Geakehenri &. Co, to enjoin them from proceeding with the work of building Ihe new court house. The plaintiff’s attorneys served notice on the county treasurer und auditor that If paymant was made on $4,000 ns a partial estimate on the work which wus allowed by the county commissioners, they would begin proceeding* immediately on their bonds. Indications are that work will not be resumed for several months. J. Antonio I'nrru, who committed suicide on ills wife’s graVe nt Terre Haute, was buried by her side. It is now known that several nights ago lie was found on the grave in an unconscious condition by -Mr. lCbel, his father-in-law. It is recalled that when ho was courting Miss Khel, while he was attending the Rose Polytechnic institute, be was extravagantly devoted to her nnd there is little doubt that lie litis iieeu more or less insane since her death a mouth after the wedding two yours ago, Word has been sent to his father, who is n wealthy mine owner in tlte United States of Colombia. Monday afternoon Deputy Sheriff Wiley arrested George Jewell on the charge of having committed an ussault at Kdgorton. Late in the night the rumor of the crime become circulated. Jewell' fled toward McGill, <).. six miles distant. An Edgerton mob pursued him nnd fired several shots at his flying figure in the dark. One bullet grazed his left side. He escaped the mob, but a'messenger to McGill headed him off, and caused his arrest there, but fearing the mob, the marshal hurried his prisoner to Payne, O. The mob followed, when the prisoner was spirited to Antwerp, aud later brought quietly to Fort Wayne. Jewell confessed his guilt to Officer Wiley. He is 40 years old and married.

.Sheridan, for the first time in several years, is free from saloons and quart shops. A SIOO license imposed by the City Council and the rigid enforcement of the Nicholson law drove the whisky merchant to other fields. At Shelbyviile, Mrs. Alice Girard, jealous of the attentions paid her husband by Mrs. Lina Spurlin, waylaid her while en route home from church and, jerking her from her buggy, almost beat her, to death. She was- kicked and stamped almost into insensibility, and her condition remains serious. Mrs. Girard is under arrest. . ' . , " : £ Ball Brothers' fruit jar factory at Mnncle, .which has turned out 3,000 carloads of glass, fruit jars this season, has closed, throwing 1,500 hands out of employment until September. The .Port Green Glass factory, employing 200 men, also closed, i ,V*. At Newport, Ky., Judge Helm over - ruled the motion, for a new trial for Alonzo Walling, convicted ns an accomplice of Scott Jackson in the murder of Ijearl Bryan. The appeals bf Wrilliag and Jackson cannot be heard by the appellate court at Prankfort before the September term, and the prisoners Will remain in jail under the death Sentence some month* beforc'‘gettmg further hearings,