Democratic Sentinel, Volume 20, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 September 1896 — Page 4

CHAPTER XXV. On the morning of the same day that Witnessed the interview between Glitka Eberganyi and the two Daneborough officials, the master of Mortmain drove trona his house at Helston to Woodburn Parsonage. He reined up the high-stepping bays in front of the ivy-covered parsonage, and sending in his card, accompanied the scrap of pasteboard by a request that he might see, not Mr. Langton, but Mr. Marsh from London, if that gentleman would kindly accord him ten minutes for a brief conversation. “Mr. Marsh,” he said, blandly, as soon as he had accepted the chair that was offered to him, “you will be surprised, I fear, at my calling upon you without the honor of an introduction; nor is it probable that I am known to you, even by report; but I was informed that Miss Mowbray’s guardian, whose name is familiar to me through my intercourse with our kind friends at the parsonage here, was on a visit to Mr. and Mrs. Langton; and it is because you are Miss Mowbray’s guardian that I have ventured to trouble you to-day.” Mr. Marsh made a sort of bow, and grunted assent, pricking up his ears the while. He had not, as yet, divined the nature of the baronet’s possible business with him. “The fact is, sir," said Sir Richard, with a frank smile, “that —though it costs me something to make the avowal tn a gentleman who, unfortunately, is a total stranger to me—l am in love with Miss Violet Mowbray, your beautiful young ward, and I have considered that the most straightforward course of proceeding was to go direct to the guardian, who, in her case, represents the authority of a parent, and tell him so, leaving him to decide as to the eligibility of my proposals, as his sense of duty and his knowledge of the world shall dictate." “You have taken me somewhat by surprise,” said Mr. Marsh, hesitatingly. “Miss Mowbray is still very yoqng.” “She is, indeed,” rejoined the baronet, earnestly, but almost humbly. “But would she not be happier, sir, with an assured position and under a husband's care than fatherless and motherless in anch a world as that which we see around us? There has been a long friendship, Mr. Marsh, between Mr. Langton, your nephew here, and my late father, and I was glad to renew the acquaintance some weeks ago, before I knew that Miss Mowbray, whom I have since learned to love, was an inmate of the parsonage. I know, and I am glad to know, that Miss Mowbray has no fortune.” ’ -A® R'K’hard said this, the London merchant could not repress a chuckle, while he rubbed his hair vehemently in an upward direction. The baronet for a moment eyed him with surprise, and then went on, as smoothly as before. "When I say no fortune, I merely speak In the common acceptation of the term. I am myself, as Mr. Langton is aware, a large land owner, so that the three or four hundred pounds a year which I believe to belong to. the young lady can scarcely present any temptation to me. Let it, by all means, be strictly tied up, for her separate use. Quite independently of that small income, I could make a handsome settlement upon my wife, if only I could hope to hail your ward as Lady Mortmain.” ’ Richard,” Mr. Marsh responded, graciously, “I am, as you perhaps know, a quiet city man, leading a life very unfashionable, but I can quite realize the truth that men of rank and fortune —men like you, Sir Richard—are apt to look for money, as well es pedigree, or instead of pedigree, with their wives. And I can appreciate your conduct, indeed I can. May I ask if you have ever spoken, on this topic, I mean, to my ward?” “I have spoken.” answered the baronet, with an ingenious sort of embarrassment which won him the immediate sympathy of Mr. Marsh, himself a shy man, and therefore alive to all the sufferings to whjch bashful humanity is heir—“l have spoken, not in direct terms, but in language which many young ladies would have comprehended, if not approved. Had Miss Mowbray had a father— But, as it is, I come to you, sir, as her guardian, and you will send me from hence a happy and a hopeful man, if I can only feel sure that yo'u consider favorably my suit.” ‘‘Certainly fYI to Ylfllet, and that without delay,” said Mr. Marsh, encouragingly. “And, Sir Richard, you have my best wishes for yoyr success.” When Sir Richard Viortinain had driven off, his well-stepping bays and silvermounted harness producing quite a sensation in the village street, Mr. Marsh remained vacantly gazing out at the window of the clergyman’s study. “That will do!” muttered Mr. Marsh, with an air of satisfaction. “Yes, that will do. Sir Richard Mortmain would be just the husband for that delicate, shrinking little snow-drop of a girl. I’ll do my best.” i ; ,

' CHAPTER XXVI. When Mr. Marsh went bock to the drawing room he found the rector deeply Immersed in his newspaper, and Mrs. Langton evidently excited and inquisitive. Marrying and giving in marriage are topics, be sure, that interested women above all other topics before the first brick of Babylon was baked, and still the subject keeps its freshness and its zest “Sir Richard had a great deal to say to you, uncle,” the clergyman’s Wife remarked. ’“Sir Richard had a good deal to say,” rejoined the dry-salter, who was glad of the opportunity of speaking. “The fact is, he called on me in the capacity of Viojet’s guardian.” “Dear me! of Violet’s guardian!” echoed Mrs. Langton. “A proposal, eh? in the good old form. Have I guessed rightly, sir?” smiled the rector. “You have guessed rightly,” said Mr. Marsh. “Who would have thought it? Poor, dear Violet!” exclaimed Mrs. Langton. There was a little more talk, and then Mrs. Langton promised to send Violet down to speak with her guardian; the rector went back to his library, and Mr. Marsh paced, waiting, to and fro. Violet came into the drawing room in some surprise. “My dear young lady,” said Mr. Marsh, “I do hope that you will do me the justice to believe one thing, that in all that I may consider necessary to te said, and ta all I may find expedient to be done, I •m gpided simply and wholly by a sincere desire to see you happy.”

A LOYAL LOVE

W. J. BRYAN.

“You were always very, very kind, dear guardy,” said Violet, gently. “I have had an interview, Violet, my dear,” said Mr. Marsh, “with a gentleman who called here expressly to see me. Sir Richard Mortmain, who is, as you are aware, a baronet of one of the eartier creations, and a man of property and position, has been here to-day to ask my consent before making you a formal proposal of marriage. There can be no doubt as to the sincerity of his attachment to yourself, and as little as to the disinterestedn character of his suit. But what I admired was the unselfish and generous nature of the man himself. Indeed, Violet, I should close my eyes, wete anything to happen to me, the more happily if 1 knew that you were under the care of such a husband as Sir Richard Mortmain." “Do not ask me to do it—l could not—could not!” cried out Violet, like a frightened dhild; and then, seeing her guardian's look of surprise, she said, more.calmly, “You mean all that is good, dear sir, and as regards Sir Richard Mortmain, I thank you gratefully. But I cannot marry him. I am pledged to Don, and I do not like Sir Richard, with all his accomplishments and all his good looks.” “You mean, you headstrong girt,” broke out Mr. Marsh, angrily, “that you are caught by a fair outside, and a few specious words; that you prefer a low-born adventurer to a high-bred gentleman like ” “Hush, guardy, dear guardy!” piteously interjected Vioiet, as the color rose to her face and the tears mantled in her eyes. “You are cruelly unjust to Don. He is no adventurer. No one ever had a nobler soul or higher motives than he. And as for his birth ” “Why, the fellow had invented for him even the name he bears, such as it is!” broke out Mr. Marsh, in a rage. "If I saw’ you Lady Mortmain, I should feel that your future happiness was assured. But as for yonder lad, you never can, nor shall you, w’hile I have a voice in the matter, throw yourself aw’ay so absurdly.” “Do not be angry with me, sir!” sobbed Violet. “I may never marry at ail—it will most likely be so. But, if lam not to die an old maid, I will- only marry Don.” And then she went away, weeping, to her room, while Mr. Marsh, wrathful and disappointed, strode out into the hall, snatched his hat, and started for his constitutional walk in no pleasant frame of mind.

CHAPTER XXVII. Sir Richard Mortmain showed no sign of his being tired of Helston. He was, to be sure, often a guest beneath the grander roof of Thorsdale, hut that was at his sister’s request; nor, since Violet had ceased to be a Visitor there, had the baronet been quite as compliant with the countess' wislj ;hat he jhpuid “jnakq things pleasant” for her motley crowd of visitors and her valetudinarian husband. The room in which Sir Richard habitually sat, and undeniably the most cheerful apartment in a somew-hat dreary house, bore the traditional appellation of “My Lady's Parlor.” There the baronet was sitting, near an open window, frowningly poring over a mass of closely written calculations, neatly folded, that lay upon the table. “A message, Sir Richard, please, from Thorsdale Park,” said the baronet’s valet, gliding in like a black shadow, “one of the confidential servants brought it over.” A minute more and Glitka was in the room. Sir Richard Mortmain’s eyes sparkled with an angry -ight, but he restrained himself. “You have come across from Thorsdale with a message from my sister, have you not?” “No, but with a message from myself!” Glitka flashed out, as fiercely as if her next utterance would be accompanied by a dagger stroke; “I am not here, Richard, on an errand from Miladi your sister. What I said was a inere lie, such as is learned bigs too readily among servants, such as I*m now”—she laughed bitterly here—“to insure my not being denied admittance. Ones Glitka had no need of such a stratagem. The handsome English cavalier did not seek then to shun her society.” “If you want anything of me what is it you want?” querulously demanded the baronet; “money is scarce with me just n QW~t=-” “I do not want your money, Cavaliere,” interrupted Glitka, hotly; “I want my husband, pledged and plighted to me in my own distant land, where the betrothal tie is held so sacred that, had I had u brother left living he would have hunted you down with knife or pistol, as he would have done a wolf caught in the homestead. As it is, Glitka Eberganyi must redress her own wrongs. Beware how you trifle with me!” she added, with sudden funy, as slie saw the baronet's lip curl with its familiar sneer; Magyars have blood in our veins that runs warmly, whether for love or hate.”

“Upon mv word, Glitka,” coolly rejoined Sir Richard, “you give yourself a great deal of unnecessary trouble. 1 never regarded our old love passages and romantic talk with such seriousness as you did, and as for marrying you ” “Why not? If you are noble, am I not nobje too? Or is it only because I was podr and have left my native country and bedome a servant—l, in this frigid England of yours—for your sake?” she exclaimed. “As for mayrying you,” went on the baronet, with unruffled composure, “I might, quite as prudently, have noosed a cord at once for my own neck. lam not rich. And I eannot afford expensive luxuries, such as a marriage for the sake of love would be. The idea is absurd.” ,4 Richard,” said the girl, stepping forward, and laying her hand lightly upon his arm, “I know you are not happy, and I know yqu are not rieh. Why not renounce yo»r plots and wiles, and the struggles of your life in England here? Glitka would make you a true wife even now. What remains of your fortune, gilded beggary here, would go far in Hungary, where life is cheap.” “Upon my word, my dear creature,’ scornfully replied the baronet, “you draw a very pretty picture of some Arcadia of the backwoods. But it won’t do, and I desire that I may be spared further annoyance. I have no wish to complain to my sister, Lady Thorsdale, but ” “Speak to Miladi, your sister, if yon dare!” hissed out Glitka, her handsome face almost disfigured by rage. “Say a word to the countess and take what follows! Again I forbid you to sell yourself for gain—ah! that treacherous face of yours changes color, does it?—l forljid you to wed Miss Violet Mowbray, even though she be rich.”

"But she is not rich, as it happen*,” quietly replied the baronet; “nor bare you the least authority for coupling her name, more than that of any other young lady, with mine." “No other young lady,” responded Gljjtka, stamping her foot passionately, “has seventy thousand pounds to bestow upon the dissembler who woos her for his wife. Ha! you wince again; and again, traitor, your false lip trembles. Listen. There is the bell; you have visitors. I go, but heed what I have said. Oh, if you are wise, heed me!” fthe left, but not to return to Thorsdale. She went straight to the village hotel, to the ladies’ parlor, and sat there patiently until a gentleman appeared with whom ■he had an appointment—Mr. Marsh. “Mademoiselle Glitka?” he said, with an awkward bow. GHtka bent her haughty head as some savage princess might have done. “You are Mr. Marsh? Good! I have much to aay to yon. The innocent must be protected, and the guilty punished. Sir,” said the Hungarian girl, “I believe you to be a good man and a just man. la it true that Sir Richard Mortmain—Richard the Cavaliere—is to marry this ward of yours, this Miss Violet?’ “I hope so—l trust he will; but why?” began the dry salter, wonderingly; but Glitka cut him short. “Because I wanted to be sure—quite Mire,” she cried out, furiously, “before I set my foot upon his bead to crush ft, gilded snake that he is! Ah, traitor, traitor! when will you barn that it is wisest for a man to be tree? Hear me. sir! You would give yoar ward, your charge, to this baronet because he is rich, high in the world’s regard, honorable, good. Is it not so? But how if I tell you —I that have loved, and now hate—that it is a fair outside, and all within is false and evil? How, if I say that this titled suitor is not only ruined, not only a spendthrift, but a knave that has broken the law, a rogue that conspires with a ruffian to cheat your Miss Mowbray of the concealed fortune for which he seeks her hand—a wretch destined to chains and the prison Chat await the forger and the thief?” (To be continued.)

Fatigue.

“He never loses a moment,” used to be thought an unqualified compliment. Now we are not quite so sure that It says much for the wisdom of him to whom it is applied. From many different directions comes the testimony that too much activity is loss instead of gain, since overfatigue poisons the physical system. An analysis has been made of the poison engendered by fatigue, and it has been found to be similar to the ancient vegetable poison, curari, into which the Indians used to dip their arrows; and a most deadly poison It was. The poison of fatigue is of the same chemical nature, and is as truly deadly if it is created more rapidly than the blood can carry it off. There is no known antidote for this poison, and its dangers beset alike the pleasure seeker and the worker. An Italian physician recently examined twenty-four bicycle riders after they had ridden thirty-two miles in two hours and a quarter. It was found that in nearly every instance the nervous system was so far affected by fatigue that the hearing of the cyclists was defective. After a rest of two hourg most of them could hear as well as ever. Another practical test was made upon fifty grammar school children who were to take part in a written examination of two hours and a half. Before entering upon the strain which such an examination must necessarily be, each child was Instructed to lift as much as he could with the dynamometer. This was done to test the muscular strength of each pupil before the examination. After the work in the school room was ended, the children were again told to lift as much as possible in the same way. It was found that, with one or two exceptions, they eould not lift as much by several pounds as they had lifted before the examination. It is now a demonstrated fact that prolonged mental strain will diminish the pulse, produce fullness and heaviness of the head, and bring about palpitation of the heart.

Contempt for Death.

A bulky locomotive was puffing and blowing and tearing up and down the neutral ground on the river front, conveying cars to end from the big transfer vessel. On account of the steep grade on the Incline the engine is compelled to put on a full head of steam, and consequently travels very rapidly for a short distance. While this was going on I observed one of the switchmen with a lantern on his arm step Immediately in front of the locomotive. The big animated piece of mechanism came rolling along, ana just as it seemed that the man would be overwhelmed he nonchalantly raised one leg, inclined his body at an angle of 45 degrees, and the next instant was on the fender and out of ganger. The slightest slip would have meant the switchman’s death, for had he missed his footing he would have gone under the wheels, and yet I have no doubt but that he has been doing the act for some years, and will continue to do It until he is finally crushed to atoms. Thousands of other railroad employes, like him, literally carry their lives in their hands, and really do not appreciate their danger. Constant Intercourse with their occupation has rendered them hardened, and they step on and off moving trains with as little fear of the result as when an ordinary man steps over a doorsill. —New Orleans Times-Democrat.

Where Death Never Cornea.

Mrs. Eliza Ruhamah Scidmore writes a paper entitled “An Island Without Death” for The Century. It is devoted to the Island of Mlyajima, one of the three wonders of Japan. Mrs. Scidmdre says: It is a strange little village, where.no wheel ever turns, where no fields are tilled, and where the religious rules of so many centuries have forbidden deaths or births to occur, many a sou} entering and leaving the world in the boat that hurriedly bears them over to the Aki shore. The tiny village of Ono, in a crevice of the opposite Aki hills, shows from the island its cremation temple a«id graveyard, where generations of Miyajima people have been laid away, and the little thatched dwellings where Miyajima mothers remain until their infants are thirty days old, when they may be taken back with rejoicings for their first ceremonial risL* to the great temple.

FARM AND GARDEN NOTES.

ITEMS OF TIMELY INTEREST TO THE ■ FARMERS. To Detect Hog Cholera-Beekeeping for Farmers—How, When and What to Feed Fowl*—Horse Talk. SIGNS IN BUTTER MAKING. We were warned a very long time ago against the foolishness of believing in signs. And those people who believed in them were called a foolish and perverse generation. What was true then, is so now, and we have a great deal more knowledge abroad now than people had then. The blossoming of the elder, the signs—so called—of the stars, the condition of the moon, art! all without any influence on the cows, or the milk, or the butter, or the cheese, and the witches that once were supposed to infect the churn and prevent the butter coming were all Imaginary. Food of the cows and such skillful management of the whole of the work of the dairy, and nothing else, are the sole and w’hole causes of good or bad butter or cheese; or of difficulties or ease in the making of them.—New York Times. CRACKING OF PEARS. There are some varieties of pears which are very subject to cracking of the skin, which soon after turns black, thus destroying the value of the fruit. The black is sometimes cut off, but what is left of the fruit lacks the fine flavor it should have if the skin had remained whole. The White Doyenne pear, known also under ins old-fash-ioned name, Virgalieu, is most subject to this disease, and its growing lias, for this reason, been discontinued in some localities. But the disease is a fungus, and spraying with Bordeaux mixture has been found a preventive. It should be done early. The cracking generally begins about the time the seeds are forming in the fruit It may be caused by a deficiency of potash in the soil*, making it impossible for the tree to form the fruit seeds and ripen its fruit Many fungus diseases are probably due to this cause, and a liberal supply of potash to prevent them Is better than cure. But wherever the fungus is present., it should be destroyed by the Bordeaux mixture, and the treed then liberally supplied with potash to prevent its recurrence.— Boston Cultivator.

TO DETECT HOG CHOLERA. Symptoms vary much according to the severity of the attack, says an Indiana Experiment Station bulletin. Often the hog will be found dead before it is knowm to be ailing, while in qtrronic cases it may be sick for two •r three weeks. The condition of the ey?s gives early indication of disease, the mucous membranes become reddened. the lids gummy and glued together. The pigs appear chilly, and lie in the hot sun when they would ordinarily remain in the shade. They will bunt for litter or bedding under which they can secrete themselves. The appetite is lost and a diarrhoea is developed. In the earliest stage constipation may be present, but diarrhoea nearly always ensues before the attack is over. The attack may or may not be attended with a cough, which may be frequent or only when the animal gets up from its bed. In breathing the ribs seem to remain quiet, and a quick Jerk is seen in the flank at each expiration. Lameness in one or more limbs, stiffness of the back, thickening and cracking of the scabs on the skin, purpleness of the belly or patches on the body, are all attendant. A common expression from the farmer is that “no two die alike.” In swine plague the respiratory symptoms are early developed, and more characteristic than in hog cholera. On post mortem, the intestines and lungs are found to be the points of attack.

HORSE TALK. The farmer, who is breeding good colts is wise. The bicycle may go, but the horse will be here forever. It seems rather absurd to think of this being the beginning of the horseless age, when we realize the increasing interest of the wealthy classes in the horse. Magnificent horse flesh shows in all parts of the country, North, South, East and West. Never before have horses brought such prices if only the right sort are offered. Who is going to supply this demand? Every farmer who has an appreciation of the horse should have at least one first class horse to sell every year—one that is good enough to bring several hundred dollars in the city market. If you raise a colt of the proper quality you will not wait long for a buyer. Reports declare that there are very few yearlings in the country—almost no suckling colts. Horses are wearing out rapidly in the cities. Some one must supply the demand that is sure to come in a few years. Don’t let the weanlings get thin and weak. Increase the grain ration if they are not doing as well as they should. There is no economy in letting a colt or young horse get thin. It pays to ‘fuss” with them. Don’t growl and scold at your horses. It discourages them and makes them ill-tempered. I know a team that are habitually yanked, scolded and kicked, and although they are well-fed, they are thin, and the expression in their eyes is enough to break your heart.— “Tim” in Farm Journal. BEEKEEPING FOR FARMERS. My observation and experience teach me that one never succeeds with anything he does not like; consequently a man or woman who dislikes to handle bees had 1 letter let them alone. However, it seems to me it might pay the farmer who has a lot of fruit to keep a few stands of bees, even though he had to buy a new stock every spring and did not get any honey. The benefit derived from the bees fertilizing includes politicians who foresee the raged hotly as to the claims of the lafruit blossoms would pay for the trouble. In this case box hives would be better than any others, as bees undoubtedly winter better in them, and honey is a secondary,consideration. In any event get a good stock of industrious bees. It is becoming pretty

generally accepted that beekeeping will not do to rely on as a money-mak-ing occupation unless practised in connection with some other business. The farmer who likes to handle bees will have an excellent side issue, which, if carefully managed, will be a satisfaction as well as a profit. To such a farmer I say get two colonies of Italian bees from some reliable breeder, put them in an eight or ten frame dovetailed hive, get a smoker, bee veil, a book on apiculture and begin. In one respect, experienced apiarists are quite as negligent as beginners—that is, in furnishing shade for the hives. It has been conclusively shown that colonies in shade during hot weather make the most honey.—Orange Judd Farmer.

HOW, WHEN AND WHAT TO FEED FOWLS. Birds in their wild state get their food slowly and a little at a time. It is well that fowls get their food the same way. It is not a good plan to have food before them all the while; so, excepting soft food, which may be given in troughs, it is best to scatter their grain rations among straw, leaves, or in light soil and place their animal and green food ration where they can pick at them and gather what they want at leisure and with exercise. The V-shaped trough made of six-inch fencing is all the utensil we consider necessary to feed from; if of dressed lumber it can be more readily kept clean. As to when to feed, breeders differ. Some claim that adult fowls should be fed three times daily; others hold that twice a day is enough. Both classes admit that the last feed should be just before roosting time. Young chickens ought to be fed at intervals of two hours at first. The period between feedings may be lengthened till they are three months old, when three times are enough and if twice is enough for adults it is about time to break the “chicks” to that course too. If fed three times there is more danger of overfeeding than when fed twice, especially if oa the range; and overfeeding is really more disastrous than underfeeding, as there is usually a chance to more or less supplement the short feed. To feed just the right amount is more important than the number of times at w hich it should be given. Feed a variety—grain, green food and animal food. Feed some of each every day. Because this is accomplished where the small flock is kept, and given the table scraps, accounts for so many “best egg records” being made by a small number of hens. Multiplied by hundreds, in theory the results should be increased just as many fold. In most cases this does not prove true, because the same variety is not maintained, though the same care otherwise is given. There is one other answer to what shall be fed—and that is cost of rations. Feed variety at the least outlay, quality considered. These two elements open up a wide range for the ingenuity, thought and judgment of the feeder.—Farm, Field and Fireside.

FARM AND GARDEN NOTES. There is a growing demand for purebred stock. It is becoming a necessity to have the best.' On cultivated farms, at least where land is dear, it is much more profitable to grow lambs for market than mutton. A plantation of pines in such a part of the farm as will make them useful as a shade for the flock as will be invaluable. Good grade stock that matures early and is of superior quality pays a good price for the farm feed and a profit on the breeding and feeding. Colonel Woods says, it is to “the cow and the sow” the American farmers must trust primarily to pull them through any and all depressions. It does not pay to sell grain or bay off the farm when it requires almost the price in commercial fertilizers to replace the fertility of the soil. Better feed the crops to stock and enrich the soil of the farm. A return to the good old-fashioned way of raising a lot of good calves on the farm upon which they are to be fed is well worth considering at this time. But the calves to be produced must be strictly high class. Kicking a calf on the jaw to make it let go of a teat is not conducive to the happiness of the calf or the prosperity of the owner. Abscesses on the jaw are often started this way, and then the owner wonders what could have occasioned them. There is no use in keeping wethers when they always bring more as lambs. Kentucky and Tennessee have learned this lesson well. The climate of these states is milder, and they can grow lambs out of doors much than in the East. There are some uncertainties in determining a horse’s age by examining the teeth. The teeth undergo certain changes as years pass, but the kind of feed modify the changes somewhat, and the skillful doctoring of the jockey often affect them still more. A heifer that is twin to a bull is called a free marten, and will not breed. They make good heavy beef animals,.however. A bull that is twin to a free marten is usually all right, and both twin heifers or both twin bulls are good breeding animals. Horses fed in the middle of the day with broken and moistened grains will be in finer condition at night than those fed on whole grains. At noon they are in a tired condition, apd the stomach is often unable to properly handle the food put into it, and they are put to work again before their ration is digested at all. Sheep are peculiar in that they niust have perfectly sweet food. Anything sour gives them fits, literally fits of various kinds, which the shepherd should guard against. So that it is somewhat questionable if the silo can ever become usable on sheep farms. But there is no possible question about roots, especially the sweet, palatable and nutritious sugar beet, or the succulent mangel. Young ostriches have been hatched by artificial incubation on a farm in Maryland. This novel proceeding was under the direction of Edward Shmid, of Washington.

WORK FOR EXPLORERS.

AN AREA EQUAL TO ONE-FIFTH THE GLOBE’S LAND STILL UNKNOWN Even in the America* There are 2,000,000 Square Mile* Not Mapped Out—Va«t Unexplored Tract* in Africa and Australia. With an unexplored area equal to one-fifth of all the known land on this globe it can scarcely be claimed, says W. H. Gilder, in The New York Journal, that the work of the explorer Is finished. Even in America—North and South—there are two millions of square miles of which we know absolutely nothing. In Australia there is an equal tract es unexplored territory. In Africa there are over six millions of square miles of unknown land to attract the adventurous traveler, and. in the polar regions there remain between nine and ten millions still unmapped. Surrounding the southern axis of the earth, we are warranted in drawing the coast line of a vast unknown continent, covering the greater part of the territory lying within the Antarctic circle. Such lands as are now chartered have been sighted at a great distance, and the mapping is greatly in need of authentication. No one, or at least no one in modern times, passed a whole year in the Antarctic, and such observations as have been made have been confined to the short summer tyonths. So little is known of this vast territory that speculation suggests that this unknown, and, in many places, unapproacliable, land may prove to be a continent, which, with the outlying islands, covers a region of eight million square miles, an area equal to onesixth of the entire land surface of the globe—a continent as large as North America.

Though the coast line of Australia is pretty well known, and has been since 1843, there is a great unexplored interior that has, so far, baffled all attempts to cross it laterally. From south to north it has been traversed, though the trip was only made at the cost of great suffering. Africa will soon be an open book, if exploration in' the future keeps pace with what has been accomplished in the past. A great part of the work has been done by what might be called amateur explorers—people who travel for amusement and to add strange and fierce wild beasts to their game score. Frederick Jackson, in command of the expedition fitted out in England by A. C. Harmsworth to seek the North Pole by way of Franz Josef Land, is now at work on this polar problem; Nansen also aimed for the same point by his own way, which was to drift there in a specially designed ship, and Robert Stein, of the United States Geological Survey, wants to establish a new route by the way of the west coast of Ellesmere Land and Jones Sound. For the exploration of the south polar regions, Dr. Frederick A. Cook, of Brooklyn, who was surgeon of Peary’s first and most successful expedition, is devoting himself to raising the funds necessary to fit out two vessels to proceed there, one of them to remain during the winter. Borchgrevink, who, by jumping out of his boat and wading ashore, claimed to have earned the distinction of being the first man to set his wet feet on the south polar mainland, says that he will accompany a British vessel that is fitting out to bring a load of penguin guano from that desolate region this fall, and devote whait is allowed him to a solution of the great Antarctic problem.

But what do all these people expect to find upon these unexplored lands? To be sure, there are those who claim that the garden of Eden was located at what is now the North Pole, and say that, owing to the fact that the earth is flattened at the poles, the surface is so much nearer the eternal fires that the soil is warm and the verdure luxuriant, and that there still exist there the descendants of some of the children of Adam and Eve. The most important work of exploration that remains at the present day, and the work that will be of the most immediate benefit, is a magnetic survey of the territory immediately surrounding the North Magnetic Pole. This pole is situated in the vicinity of Cape Felix at the northern end of King William’s Land, and near the seventieth parallel or north latitude. In 1831 it was approximately located on the west coast of Boothia Felix by Captain Sir James Clarke Ross. Since then it appears to have been traveling in a westerly direction, or, rather, such is the theory of some magnetists, drawn from the fact that there is at present a constant westerly variation of the magnetic needle. Other magnetists say that, as nothing is more fixed than the poles of a magnet, the earth being a magnet, its magnetic poles cannot move. Those who agree upon there being a movement of the poles are not all agreed upon the direction and rate of motion. These are important facts that await investigation. On the 4th of July, 1878, the writer, with Lieutenant Sehwatka, stood at Cape Felix and saw eighteen miles away the snow clad hills of Cape Victoria, where nearly half a century before Sir James Ross had established that pole. Unfortunately, their object not contemplating a visit to this point, they were without instruments with which to make the observations that are so important. But some day that work will have to be done, and as the North Magnetic pole is in America, it is fitting that the work should be done by Americans.

He Stuck Fast in the Pipe.

Egbert Spencer, 6 years old and a resident of Evanston, a suburb of Chicago. is a genuine sport, and when his companions dared him to crawl through a sewer pipe he made the attempt. He stuck fast in the middle and was unable to move either way. His mother’s efforts to pull him out were unavailable and the pipe had to be broken with a hammer before he could escape. tan Egyptian monuments over three thousand years old there are representations of persons playing at a game resembling checkers.

Curing Kleptomania by Hypnotism.

Experiments made by Dr. Bertillon have proved that kleptomania is easily cured by hypnotic suggestion. According to a recent statement by the eminent French physician, the most striking characteristic of the disease in children is the automaton-like way they steal, and the fact that when questioned as to why they did it, invariably the reply is: “I don’t know; I couldn’t help it.” It appears as if the power of will to resist the impulse was totally absent, and for this reason coercive measures are nearly always useless, the impulse returning as soon as the coercion is removed. One of Dr. Bertillon’s recent patients was a youth of fifteen, belonging to an aristocratic family, who was in the habit of stealing on every possible occasion. The case was a particularly difficult one, but Dr. Bertillon began by rendering the lad’s arm rigid (by hypnotism) so that he was unable to take hold of the objects he wished to steal. Subsequently the usual course of suggestion was gone through, and a complete cure was effected. Similar success had attended the treatment of other cases of young kleptomaniacs. The system employed is one of mental gymnastics equivalent in a way to physical exercises. One of Dr. Bertillon’s most successful plans with children who steal money is thus described by himself: “The child being sufficiently under the hypnotic Influence I make him approach a table on which is lying a piece of money. ‘You see this coin?’ I say. ‘You want to take it? Well, take it if you like and put it in your pocket.’ He does so. Then I add: ‘That is what you always do, but you shall put back the coin where you took it from, and in future you shall always do the same. If it happens that you give way to temptation you shall feel ashamed at having stolen, and you shall put back the stolen object in its place.’ After a few repetitions of this mental gymnastics, executed under the influence of hypnotic suggestion, the child Is cured forever of his bad habit.”—PaV Mall Gazette.

Bees Resent the Shotgun Method.

John Reybeck and H. C. Moore, of Rush township, Penn., engaged in an exciting battle with bees, and were ignominiously defeated, in addition to being terribly stung. Their faces and hands are swollen out of resemblance. Hundreds of bees were slain during the fight. While Moore and Reybeck were talking several swarms of bees began hiving on trees and a rail fence. Moore, the proprietor, fearing that the queen bee was preparing to fly across the fields to a clump of trees a mile distant, requested Reybeck to aid him in collecting the bees. Moore ran to the house, and procuring a bass drum began to beat it in order that the sound would drown the peculiar signal of the queen bee. The method was ineffective. Then he got a shotgun and fired into the closely packed insects. The bees darted at the farmers and stung them so badly that their sufferings were intense. They were in danger of becoming blind, and, to avert this, staggered into a cornfield with thousands of bees on their persons and thousands more buzzing about their heads. Moore’s lips were almost swollen shut, but he-managed to tell Reybeck to dig holes in the ground for protection for their hands and faces. Their finger nails were worn off and flesh lacerated by their efforts. Finally the holes were made, and, being partly composed of clay, afforded great relief. For two hours the men lay almost smothered, when the bees flew away.—Philadelphia Ledger.

An Enormous Crew.

In Nelson’s day the stately Foudroyant carried 700 or 800 men, but with the aid of a couple of donkey engines, kept out of sight as much as possible, Mr. Cobb hopes to be able to navigate her with about fifty. When she is quite finished she will sail to the principal seaports of Great Britain, and after that cross the Atlantic to be shown to our American cousins. As many of the crew as possible are old man-of-war’s men who have served in wooden ships, and when all is ready they will wear the uniform of Nelson’s day, from the White trousers, on which they themselves sewed vertical strips Of canvas to make them look smart, to thq stee-ple-crowned bowlers of shiny ifarpaulin, which they call “sky-scrapers.” All who wish to see what ships looked like in the day when Nelson swept the seas should take this opportunity of visiting the Foudroyant. It was in the Foudroyant that Nelson had the satisfaction, in direct defiance of his com-mander-in-chiefs (Lord Keith’s) orders, of capturing the Genereux, the French ship of the line which had captured Captain Berry in his fifty-gun ship, as he was carrying home the news of the victory of the Nile. The French very magnanimously released Captain Berry on parole. And the Foudroyant is consecrated to Englishmen not only as Nelson’s flag ship, for in her captain’s cabin expired the gallant. Sir Ralph Abercrombie after winning the land battle of Aboukir.

Boiling Water with a Wire.

An electric boiler device, adapted to be applied to any pot or kettle, has been patented to F. W. Schindler Jenny, of Kenelbach, Austria-Hungary. This invention comprises a ring-shaped heating body of refractory insulating material containing resistance wires and surrounded by a suitable protection casing. > A handle is attached to this ring for raising or lowering into or out of a pot or kettle. The resistance wires are connected to an electric circuit by suitable insulated wires passing up through the handle. If it is desired to boil a pot of potatoes, the ring is lowered into its pot by its handle and the current switched into the resistance wires in the ring. The latter immediately becomes hot because of the heat generated in the wires by the resistance of the same to the electric fluid. In a few minutes the water in the pot will be boiling and the potatoes cooked, The ring can then be removed and washed and the coffee boiled in the same manner. The pots and kettles all rest upon the top of an ordinary wood table during the process of cooking. The sight of a pot boiling while resting on a table and with only a small flexible wire extending into the same is indeed a very unusual one, and would no doubt excite many modern housekeepers greatly upon seeing the same.