Democratic Sentinel, Volume 20, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 December 1896 — Page 6

THE MAGIC BELL

The chimes are the passions that sway men s That°tempt and Inspire them. The thought. On Tear's ere from the earth dross freed. In one mighty vibration upward rolls. And hushed are the voices around the Throne. As the Great Creator receives HU own.

JENNY.

<( y DUNXO what in creation to git I your ma for Christmas, Mindy, 1 and Jason Hogarth looked at his daughter inquiringly as if expecting her to suggest some suitable gift. But she was busy at that moment testing the condition of a cake in the over by thrusting a broom srraw into it. and when she had risen to her feet her father said: “I got her a nice silk umbrel’ with a silver handle las' Christmas; paid four dollars an' seventy-nine cents for it; IT! be switched if she's had it out o the case it come in but one solitary time, an' then she knowed it wa'n’t go in to rain. Beats all how savin’ your ma is of things. There's the silk dress pattern I got ’er two years ago this Christmas, not even made up yit. 1 want to git her something this Christmas that she 11 have to use an’ enjoy. What km you suggest. Mandy?" “Ton want me to tell you what to get for ma a Chrisnn.'.s gift, pa?" “Test blamed if 1 know what to git?” *T can tell yon in one word, pa. - ’ “Ton kin? Well. I’D git'it if it don’t tcs>e at too high a ugger.. Never had bet:n crops in my life thin 1 had this year. Tort ma ckne her fail share o’ work an’ 1E anmens 'o git i:‘r something real hams, r e for Christmas. What shall it lie™ His daughter looked at him steadily for a moment and thea sill slowiy and d-s----tir-cti j: “Jenny “• a snUen 'an took the place of the kindly smile on his wrinkled face. His eyea sashed ominously and his voice was harsh and cold ns he said: “Haven't I t .■ J yon, Mandy .Tenness, never to mention that name to me?” *1 kntw that you have,” replied Mandy with gathering courage; “but I never Ba : d that I wouldn’t oo it, and when you asked me what I Thought mail like best for Christmas. I just told you what I knew she'd like She’d rather haTe tnv sister Jenny than anything money can buy. I firmly believe, pa, that ma is shortening her days grieving for Jenny. She just is! I’m going to say my say while I’m at it, whether you like it or not. I know that I owe you respect, but I owe my own and only sister something, too, and one duty is just as important os the other. If I——” “Wait a rniuit, Mandy,” her father said, rising and buttoning up his overcoat. “When your sister Jenny disgraced the family by up an’ running away with Will Martin an’ marryin’ into that good-for-nothin’ Martin family, I said that I’d never own her as my daughter ag’in, an’ I never will. I said that she should never cross my threshold agin, an’ she never shall.” “I know that the Martins are a poor, shiftless lot, an’ that Will was as trifling' as any of ’em. Like enough it was horn in ’em to be so. But there never was anything bad about’ em, and he’s dead an’ gone now. An’ when I think of poor Jenny workin' the way she has to work over there in Hebron to support herself an’ her two little children, an’ you with plenty an’ to spare, I know it isn’t right, an’ if we weren’t so poor ourselves an’ if my husband’s invalid mother didn’t have to live with us, I’d bring Jenny an’ her children right here to live.” “I’d never darken your door ag’in if you did.” “I guess ma would. It’s a burning shame, pn, that you won’t even let her go to Hebron to see Jenny. It’s killing ma. It’s wicked. If I was ma I’d go no matter what you said.” “Your ma knows very well that she’d have to go for good if she went at all,”

“I CAN TELL YOU IN ONE WORD.”

replied her father coldly. “You an’ Tom'll be over to eat dinner with us Christmas, - I s’pose?’’ “Yes, I s’pose so.” They parted with manifest stiffness of manner on both sides. “Set! set! set!”' said Mrs. Jenness, as her father walked out of the yard and down the road toward his own home. “The Bettest man that ever walked the earth! I wouldn’t stand it about Jenny if I was mother. She’s dying to see Jenny’s babies, an’ I just b’leeve that, father’d soften if he saw ’em once. If I dared I’d fix it so he should see those two dear little tots once!” It was dark when Jason Hogarth reached his house. He walked around to the rear, where streams of cheery light shone from the kitchen windows. A pleasant odor of frying ham greeted him as be entered the kitchen, where a table 1 with a snowy cloth was set for supper* close to the shining kitchen stove. ..ia “It was so chilly in the dining-room, I thought we’d eat supper out here,” said his wife, a small, slight, gray-haired woman. “I enjoy eatin’ in the kitchen of a cold night like this,” said her husband. “It’s gittin’ colder fast. Supper ’bout ready?” “Yes; I’ll take it right up.” < They talked little while they ate. Jason was inwardly rebellious over what he called his daughter’s “impudence,” and Mrs. Hogarth’s thoughts could not he given utterance, because they were of Jenny. “I must go 4p to the attic an’ git out the butrio robes,” said Mr. Hogarth, pushing his chair away from the table. *TH start so early In the mornln’ I won’t hav« time to git the robes then. I guess

m put right off for bed soon as I git the robes. I’ve got to be off by 5 o’clock.” Five minutes later he was in his musty, cob webbed old attic, candla in hand. When he had found the robes he said to himself: “Wonder if my big fur muffler ain't up here in some o’ them trunks? I’ll need it if it’s cold as I think it’ll be in the morning. Mebbe it’s in this trunk. He dropped on one knee before a small old hair-covered trunk, with brassheaded nails that had lost their duster years ago. Throwing up the trunk fid. he held the candle lower. His eye fell on a big rag doll with a china head. He picked it up and stared at it a moment. His mind went back to a Christmas long years ago. He was a poor young married man then, and he had worked nearly all day at husking corn for a neighbor, to earn money to buy that doll head, and his wife had sat up until midnight to make the clumsy body stuffed with sawdust. He remembered how his little Jenny had shrieked with joy when she found the doll in her stocking the next morning. The candle in his hand shook strangely as he bent lower over the trunk and brought forth a tiny china cup with “From Papa” on it, and a little sampler with “God bless father and mother” worked in rather uncertain letters by a little hand.

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There was a string of blue glass beads that he had given her on her fifth birthday and in a heavy black case was a daguerreotype of her with the beads around her neck. The little pictured face smiled up at him from the frame and there was a mist before his eyes when he thought of how many, many times those bare little arms had tightened in a warm embrace around his neck, and of how many times those smiling lips had kissed him and said: “I love you best of anybody in all the world, farver.” Everything in the trunk was a reminder of his little Jenny in her baby days. He sat down on the floor beside the trunk and took the things out one by one, the stern look in his face softening and his heart growing warmer. It was 9 o’clock when he went back to the kitchen. His wife looked up from the weekly paper she was reading and said: “Why, Jason, you ain’t been up in the attic all this time? I s’posed you’d come down an’ gone to bed long ago. How husky your voice is. I’m ’fraid you took cold up there in the attic. What ever were you doing up there all this time?” “Oh, just lookin’ over some old things. I didn’t take any cold. Better go to bed,

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GRAN' MA'S BABIES.

had just come home from Hebron. His wife had heard him drive into the barnyard and had made haste with her supper that it might be ready and hot when he came in. She had also bathed her eyes hastily in cold water that he might not know that she had been crying. Her heart had been so heavy with thoughts of Jenny. “How’d yon happen to come in at the front door?” she asked. *T 0U mustn’t ask questions so near Christmas time,” he said in a voice so light and joyous and jovial that she looked up quickly. He picked up a lamp and said: “I want to go into the parlor a minute before supper.” A moment later he called out cheerily: “Come in here an’ see your Christmas gift. ma. It’s such a beauty I can’t wait until morning.” When she reached the open door of the parlor she saw her husband on his knees between a little boy of about 4 years and a little girl of 2, his arm around their waists. A little woman, with a thin, pale, tear-stained face showing beneath her cheap little mourniug bonnet, was standing behind Jason. “Why—why—Jenny!” “And this is Waiter Jason, named for me, and this is Marthy Isabelle, named for you,” said Jason joyously.

“Come, come, ma; stop huggin’ an’ cryin’ over Jenny an’ take a look at your gran’-children. What do you say to them for a Christmas gift?” She knelt down and took them in her arms, saying incoherently: “Jenny—Jason—oh, dear—l—l—you dear, dear little things! Gran’ma's babies! You darlings! Y'ou darlings! You’re the best gift, the sweetest gift, the dearest gift in all the world! The little peace child that came to Bethlehem was not dearer to his mother than you are to me. Kneel right down here by me. Jenny an’ Jason, an’ let me thank the Christ who was born on Christmas day for this anN for the beautiful Christmas there will be under this roof tomorrow!”

Grandma's Answer. She says there ain’t no Santa Claus, The girl who lives next door; That papa buys my dolls and things And sends them from the store; That Christmas trees are only trash. And the lovely lights and toys Are not brought by dear Kris Kringle, Who loves little girls and boys. But I went right straight to grandma, And asked her, solemn, true. Now Isn’t there a Santa Claus Who comes to me and you? She softly laid her knitting down. Then kissed me ’tween the eyes, And said, ’twlxt you and me. my dear, I shouldn’t be surprised.

CHRISTMAS LONG AGO.

When All the Presents Had to Go Into the Christmas Stocking, Robert J. Burdette, in the Ladies’ Home Journal, tells in his humorous way how he remembers the Christmas of long ago: “Most of the Christmas presents in those days were designed by the manufacturer for the hanging -stocking. Anything too big to go into a stocking had to go over to somebody’s birthday. In any family where there was more than one child the old reliable ‘Noah’s Ark’ was always looked for. We hailed with acclamations of astonished recognition Noah and Mrs. Noah, Messrs, and Mmes. Shem, Ham and Japhet. There was no way of telling the men and women apart, they were exactly alike, but the elephant and giraffe you could distinguisn at a glance, on account of the spots on the giraffe. So also the dog and the cow, because the cow was always white and blue, while the dog was invariably plain blue. Within twenty-four hours after the tending on Ararat the baby would have all the paint sucked off Shem, Ham and the hired man, and the doctor would be sent for. “The red monkey climbing a red stick was another regular Christmas "visitor. He was highly esteemed as a light luncheon by the baby. It never seemed to

affect the infant unpleasantly—to htmeelf, that ia—although the cloudy symphony in red and blue about his innocent mouth was apt to make the beholder shiver. But it made the monkey look sick. Then there was a man on a box, with a major general's uniform, beating a drum. You turned a crank, the general lifted his sticks high in the air. and something in the box made a noise as much like a drum as a peal of thunder is like a piccolo. These things as toys were of no great value, but as practical and useful object lessons they were beyond all price, on the minus side.”

CHRISTMAS EVERGREENS

WiSlilijSßl} VERGREENS are ‘ n & reat den? /nd durf| >ng the f /iriatmas SBi season. F u interior —— ~ Yule-tide decorations, cabbage palms are much used and are very effective. They come from Florida, and measure from 4 to 8 feet in diameter. Because of their size they are

only fitted for very large hallways or church decorations. Of course the mistletoe must not be missing among the Christmas evergreens, especially if there are young people in the family. It should be tied on a chandelier, where every pretty girl who passes under it can be easily caught and made to pay tte sweet penalty. The handsomest mistletoe has a white berry and grows on apple trees in Alabama. Holly, the great Yule-tide evergreen, is used for every' conceivable purpose—to drape picture frames and hang over doors and mirrors in wreaths and garlands. A pretty idea is to lay a garland loaded with bright red berries all around the Christmas dinner table. Holly is gathered in the New Jersey, Maryland, Delaware and Alabama forests and ordinarily is very plentiful. Hemlock makes a beautiful garland to drape over large mirrors, and when combined with laurel is particularly effective. Laurel alone is much used. Galax leaves, which look like wax and are shaped like an ivy leaf, are much used in combination with the swamp berry, a little bright-red berry about the size of a wild cherry. These, made into balls, look well hanging from a chandelier. Florida smilax makes a beautiful decoration hung over a mirror or draped over a doorway.

OUR CHRISTMAS ROBBER.

And How Two Boys Brouigtat Him to Grief.

watch* and on the day before Christmas old Santa Claus had the watch and shawl. Sam and I had sold apples, disposed of old plow-points, hoed corn for the neighbors, gathered and sold hickory nuts and worked various other schemes to get that sl2 shawl, and we had a right tb feel elated and proud. We had the articles hidden in the hay-mow at the barn, and about once an hour we had to go out there and take a look at them. It was just growing dark on Christmas eve when a stranger turned in at our gate and asked for lodgingß. He was a well-dressed, keen-looking man, and the fact of the village tavern being only two miles away, ought have set father to thinking, but when the man said he had

rheumatism, father invited him in and appeared to think it was ail right. Not so with Sam and I, however. We didn’t like the looks of the stranger, and when we discovered that he used profane langnage and chewed plug tobacco we ppt him down as a bad man. There was a bedroom off the parlor, and it was arranged that he should sleep in thetaAlso, that Santa Glaus should leave tha gifts for father and mother on the parlor table after he had gone to bed. The man excused himself about 9 o’clock and went to bed, and ten minutes later the watch and shawl were on the table. ‘‘Do you s'pose that feller heard about the watch and shawl?” queried Sam as we got into bed. “How could he?” “I dunno, but I believe he just came here to steal ’em.” We talked the matter over for a few minutes and then fdll asleep, and the old clock down in the kitchen was striking 12 when Sam midged me with his elbow and whispered: “That fellow is robbing the house!” “How do you know?” “Beeause-T can hear him moving about! There—don’t you hear that? We’ve got to go downstairs and stop him from taking that watch and shawl!” We slipped out of bed and drew on our

E PLANNED it one day—my brother Sam and I—as we sat under a harvest apple tree. We agreed to scrape and save and buy father a silver watch and 'mother a new shawl |for Christmas. The jeweler threw off $4 on the price of the

trousers and socks. When we got downstairs we found the parlor door wide open, the room lighted, and the stranger stood at the table with the watch in his hand. We had crept down so softly that he heard nothing. He was fully dressed, and as we watched him he pocketed the timepiece and removed the wrapper from the shawl. Sam’s idea had been to raise an alarm, but a sense of helplessness crept over him, and his teeth,, began to chatter before mine did. The man turned the lamplight almost out. He passed within a foot of us, unlocked the door and softly closed it behind him. Sam drew me across to the side window, pulled aside the curtain and said: “He’s got the watch and shawl and is now after the span of horses.” The stables were in the basement of the barn and half underground. The windows were very small and the door a stout one. Nhis door had no lock, but fastened with hasp and pin. We watched the man until lx\ opened the door and entered the stables, and then Sam said: “You stand right here and hold the door a little open for me.” “What are you going to do?” “I’m going to shut him in the stable. Don’t holler nor run away, for I’ll be back in a minute.” Out into the snow and cold dashed Bam, running like a deer and as noiseless as a cat. He found the door shut, and it did not take him ten seconds to lift up the hasp and slip the pin through the staple. When he came back we aroused father and mother, routed out the neighbors, sent for the Sheriff, and in about an hour the door was unfastened and the fellow invited to come out. He had strapped mother’s new shawl on one of the horses for a saddle and father’s Santa Claus watch was ticking away in his vest pocket. He was marched off to jail while the roosters w r ere crowing for Christmas. “Boys,” said my father, when we had returned to the house—“boys, I thank ye a thousand times over for this watch, which is something I’ve sorter wanted for years, but let me jest tell ye that ye both orter be taken out and licked fer not tellin’ me about that robber till ye had him safely locked up.” “And boys,” added mother, with tears in her eyes, as she hugged the shawl and us too, “I not only thank ye as much as father does, but I say ye did jest right in not wakin’ us up, I’d have had a fit and father might have tumbled down stairs, and there’s no tellin’ who’d a-busted up or who’d a tumbled into the cistern!” SAM’S BROTHER. Santa Claus will be just as well pleased If you distribute a few stockings instead of filling: auite so many this ye

FARM AND GARDEN.

Improving a Pasture Spring. The ordinary pasture spring is likely to be a mudhole, furnishing water totally unfit for the use of cattle, especially milch cows, says the American Agriculturist. A plan is shown in the sketch for keeping a pasture spring pure, for by its use neither droppings nor the feet of cattle can get into the spring. The front of the spring is laid up with rough stones and cement, an iron pipe with an elbow being laid under the stones, the elbow coming up Inside as high as the water is to stand when the work is completed. The pipe is carried away from the spring a sufficient distance to secure dry footing around the watering place. It may be found necessary to line the sides and back of the

IMPROVED PASTURE SPRING.

spring with a thin coat of cement, to prevent leaking, but this can easily be done. In fact, it would be well to line the whole interior of the reservoir except the opening where the water enters. Practical Farm Writers. It is to be regretted that many of our farmers and stockmen who are best fitted to do their brethren good through the farm papers are so backward about putting their pens to paper. We know many men whose long experience and careful, intelligent observation have made tljeir judgment on certain matters of great interest and value; yet they could not be Induced to write an article for the paper, says National Stockman. And we know others who have no farms, never had, and never will have unless as a gift, who are willing and think they are able to instruct practical farmers through the press—at so much per line or per column. Every farm paper has too many (one is too many) of the latter, and too few of the former on its list of contributors. The obstacles in the way of the average practical man who thinks of writing for the paper are more imaginary than real. He is apt to distrust his ability to say things just right, or to spell just right; or he Is likely to consider that it is too great an undertaking for him. This is a mistake. There Is no danger that the man who knows what he is talking about will make any serious blunders when he writes. If he can tell a thing to his neighbor across the fence, he can tell it to a man across the continent. All that is necessary is to write a plain, simple aecouqt. Never mind about the spelling. Don’t let the punctuation scare you out. The editor can attend to these. Have something to say, and say it as simply, clearly and briefly as possible. This is the sufn total of a good article. Convenient Barn Trnck. The accompanying illustration shows an easily made and convenient truck for the feeding floor of the barn. Four wheels can be sawed from a hard-wood plank, and mounted, ns suggested. There is a chance to put on sides and

HANDY BARN TRUCK.

ends to the platform, thus forming a box upon the truck, in which mixed feed can be wheeled about to the mangers and shoveled out to the individual animals, or the sides can be omitted and a box placed on the platform when needed. Such a truck will* be found a labor-saving device in feeding the stock, especially if a large number of animals is kept. Iron trucks can be procured very cheaply at a hardware store, and will prove much more serviceable, if one does not care to cut out wooden wheels.—Orange Judd Farmer. Blue Grass Pasture. The common June grass of the North eru States is Identical with the blue grass of Kentucky. All the world knows that in the latter State is makes the best and richest pasture known, l’art of this is due to the limestone in which Kentucky soil abounds. The roots of blue grass run near the surface, hence it is a very early grass to start in the spring, because the surface soil is quickly warmed; hence also its roots arc more or less broken up by winter’s freezing and thawing. But when warm rams come in spring this injury is quickly repaired. After a dry spring blue grass does not endure summer droughts well, hence also it ueeds replowing every few years. Whitewash Almost Kqnnl to Paint. The Government whitewash is made as follows: Take half a bushel of unslaked lime, slake it with boiling water, cover during the process to keep in steam, strain the liquid through a fine sieve or strainer, and add to it a peek of salt,/previously dissolved in warm water, three pounds ground rice boiled to a thin paste and stirred in while hot, half a pound of Spanish whiting, and one pound clean glue, previously dissolved by soaking in cold water and then hanging over a slow fire in a small pot hung In a larger one filled with water. Add fire gallons hot water to the mixture, stir well and let it stand a few days, covered from dirt It should be

_ . a applied hot, for which purpose it caA tie kept in a kettle or portable furnace. The east end of the President’s house at Washington is embellished by this brilliant whitewash. It is used, by the Government to whitewash lighthouses. A pint of this wash mixture, if properly applied, ifrill cover one square yard, and will be almost serviceable as paint for wood, brick or stone, and is much cheaper than the cheapest paint. Coloring matter may be added as desired. For cream color add yellow ocher; peart or lead, add lamp or ivory black; fawn, add proportionately four pounds of umber to one pound of Indian red and one pound common lampblack; common stone color, add proportionately four pounds raw umber to two pounds lampblack. Stick to the Hog. During the winted of 1891 pork went begging for buyers, and pigs of 80 to 90 pounds glutted the market Two years later pork rose up to the highest point in the'live stock market Why? Because the com crtbs of the West were empty. Will they always remain full, now, and hereafter? If you have good pigs, keep them well. If you do not have good ones, get some while they are cheap and breed better ones. Take care of your skim milk and buttermilk and whey, as if it were worth 30 cents a hundred pounds. Feed it to the best advantage, and get the pig up to 160 pounds in prime condition. The market wants him, is crying for him, at prices a little over the cost of production. Sell the corn at 25 cents a bushel in his carcass, and save the manure to pay for labor and make the old farm smile. And, above all, don’t be sold out these days, when the craze for lean pigs is on deck. Keep a full supply to replace those that are gone, so that not a pound of by-product will go to waste, and lay your plans for winter and spring breeding. ■- - j Beets Grown from Rods. Every one who has handle-1 mature beets knows that near the crown are small knots with a leaf attached. These are buds, which, if the beet is planted in the spring, will bear branches and produce abundant seed. But if detached from the root, these buds will each grow Into a beet, and quicker than the same beet can be grown from seed. This, however, is no very im- 1 pertant advantage, as on a large scale early beets can be cheaper grown in a corner of the greenhouse. The gain is mainly in keeping the variety true to itself, when a strain of sugar beets containing more saccharine matter has been produced. The budded beet continues the same characteristics, Just as the potato grown from buds does. But the beet from seed reproduces itself very nearly, and there Is by growing from seed a constant chance to increase its sweetness. Extent of Tree Roots. i It is commonly said that the root 3 of trees extend each way a« far as their branches. But this is a very uncertain and unreliable rule. There are trees like the chestnut and pines, which grow in sandy soil, which send their roots far down Into the subsoil, and: have so few roots near the surface that the plow can be run up nearly to them. The elm, which grows best on low, vet land, has most of its roots near che surface. But it can send roots down to a depth of a throe-foot tile drain, as we once learned to our cost, a lavge elm near the upper end of a newly-laid tile drain completely filling it after two or three years, so that the tile had all to be taken up. The tree: WH3 cut down and new tile laid, with the result that the drain suffered no further obstruction. The Winesap Apple. The winesap is one of the most profitable and popular winter apples. It is an early and prolific bearer, and owing to its late blooming and timely maturing of its fruit, it is seldom that the fruit is killed by late frosts, in the spring or injured by early freezing in the fall. The apple is of medium size, of beautiful dark red color, and has a rich,, juicy, sub-acid, crispy flesh, and deliciously flavored. And, though it is somewhat inclined to drop off at ma, turity, is a firm, healthy apple, and one that keeps well.

The Pijr Pen. Keep size and growth foremost in your calculations—all you can get witn good quality. Have a separate sleeping and living department in your pig house, and have the bed higher if possible than the floor. When you start in to fatten hogs don’t cram the corn into them all at once—all they will eat—but begin small and gradually increase the quantity. American breeders have developed hog breeding wonderfully. The science of breeding and feeding has given us a model hog, that matures in eight months, and converts our cheap grain crops into the best pork in the world. Worms are not infrequently the cause of losses, preventing hogs from making the gains they otherwise would. If given free access to salt and ashes at all times, they will have but little trouble from this source. Charcoal is a corrective for the .digestive organs. More roots, grass and green food and less corn in growing our pigs will develop more vigor and produce better meat. Every farm should produce turnips, carrots, parsnips, potatoes and beets for the stock, and give the pigs a good supply in winter and early fall along with the corn.

hairy Pots. Large cows must have more feed than small ones. The cow that gives a good return for the food consumed is the cow for profit. Leaves not only make a splendid bedding for the dairy cows, but they add to the value of the manure. The first month of milking will dec.de the question of whether the heifer should be kept in the dairy or turned to the butcher’s block. As sure as frost withers the grass, it loses not only its succulence, but much of its nutritive value, and some other kind of food must be given with it or the flow of milk will decrease. A Michigan cheese factory has sent out the following pointers to its patrons: Filth cannot be strained from milk. Milk will catch and hold bad odors from stable, wood house and filthy ynVddf The best milk, If shut into tt can tightly when warm, will spoil inside of three hours.