Indiana State Sentinel, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 August 1893 — Page 5

THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL, "WEDNESDAY MORNING, AUGUST 30, 1893 TAY ELVE PAGES.

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OFFICERS. Treutlen t-Wlll E. Strawn. Mon tpeller. Ind. , , First Vice-President Torrence M. Jackson, New. lAncaster. Ind. Second Vice-President Miss Sue C. Parker. Kalona. la. Recording Secretary Miss Dora enner, Pleasant-ave.. Indianapolis, In1. Corresponding Secretary Miss Emma L. Jlerker. Emry. 111. Treasurer Miss Mary J. Kelly, campbellstown, O. Executive Committee-Alonzo Finley Jacobs. Greeneastle. Ind.: William A. Clark. Anthony. Ind.: V. S. Kokendoffer. Montevallo. Mo.; J. C. McDonald. Medina. Tenn.; Mrs. J. P. Barnes, Bruceton Mills, W. Va. OBJECTS. Section 2 of Article 1 of Constitution The object of the Howard Literary Club Is to fncourar pare literature, strengthen morality, establish sociability, increase a desire for mind improvement and literary attainments and to extend the work of reformation. MEMBERS. Section 1 of ArUcle 2 of Constitution All persons of pood moral character who are Interested In the objects of this organization and are willing to work in accordance therewith are eligible to membership. We most cordially invite every one truly and uncompromisingly interested In our oMeets to Join our club. Letters of inquiry should be addressed to the Corresponding Secretary with stamp. The Howard Literary has neither salaried officers nor contributors, and depends wholly upon its merits and principles for success. Members only are entitled to the rare benefits of our book catalopie. All letters for publication must be carefully written on one side of the paper only, accompanied by the writer's real name and address as well as the nom de plume, and Elainly addressed to the editor, C. G. tewart. Sentinel office. Indianapolls. Ind. Members in renewing subscription for The Sentinel will please be sure to send $1 to the Howard Literary Treasurer, as the club Is allowed a small commission. Due credit and prompt action guaranteed. M-mbers. on sending their photos to the editor for reproduction on this page, must send nom do plume and also real name and address. The latter will not he published except by request of the sender.

"A FADED CAP OF BLUE." Nothing, you pay, but a faded blue army cap, old and ragged! Hut look Ton a little closer. Ah. there is the unwritten story a bullet bole clean cut above the rim. No need now to ask the fat? of Its owner, but with imagination's help we are wafted with majestic sweep through the cloud land of fancy, and far away in some lonely southern grave on the mountain top beneath the ever-murmuring pines or in the fair valley where blooms the myrtle and magnolia, we fancy our hero may be lying. Or. yet again, his corpse may be reposing in one of those common graves where, after some great scene of carnage and bloodshed, when the hellhounds of war were loosed and the brazen-mouthed cannon and deadly fire of musketry mowed down the ranks of men like the storm wind the trees of the forest not one, but many were burled, "unknrlled. uncoffined. and unknown." What so eloquent, so full of meaning, so rith with feeling as the thoughts aroused by this bullet-scarred cap. Oh, how our very hearts are stirred by the mute appeal of its faded and torn appearance. How many years have gone to join the voiceless past since first the proud young form put on the blue uniform of the republic, donned the soldier's cap, and. under the starry flag went proudly forth to do battle for the preservation of the union and the freedom of the srfs held In a bondage worse than death. How sad Ma heart when he bade goodbye to father and mother, waved a kiss to the fair young sweetheart, gave one last lingering look at the dear old home and familiar faces, and with martial mien, yet tear-dimmed eye, waved a last adieu. Upon the hill he turned To take a last fond look, Of the valley and the village church And the cottage by the brook; He listened to the sounds. So familar to his ear. And the soldier leant upon hi3 sword And wiped away a tear. Beside that cottage porch A girl was on her knees. Sh held aloft a snowy scarf. Which Muttered in the breeze; She breathed a prayer for him, A prayer he could not hear. But he paused to bless her as she knelt. And wiped away a tear. He turned and left the spot. Oh. do not dern him weak. For dauntless was the soldier's heart. Though tears were on his cheek. Go watch the foremost rank In danger's dark career. Be sure the hand most daring there Has wiped away a tear. But p.r.cn. the bugle sounds, the drum beats, the starry flag floats free and its bright folds kiss the wandering zephyrs, while with tender and hallowed thoughts the soldier goes forth to battle. It is not our province to follow him through the many and trying ordeals of life upon the field of war. but we feel iiure that he bore nobly and well the burdens of a soldier's life and bravely met a soldier's death. Whether at Rich mountain, Shiloh, Tonnelson. Antietam. Chancellorsviile, Gettysburg or some other well-fought battlefield, the leaden messenger of death pped on its fatal errand we know not,, but It suffices us that our hero died as a hero should, with his face toward the foe. That at the last moment, when the eoul was called from the body, he was nobly fighting for his country, for the flag of Washington and of the republic, founded in the blood of our forefathers, hed at Lexington. Concord and Bunker Hill. That his young manhood was given with that of many others that the union might be preserved and the slave might be forever free. This faded relic, ragged and bullettorn. Is one of the many evidences of the late civil war. the last, it la to be hoped, our common country Is ever to experience. There are other mementoes of the unrecorded heroes besides this battle-

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scarred cap, each of which would speak volumes had it the power of speech. But it is also of the services of the great army of the dead and living veterans who an soon to join them that we are to remember. As true members of the republic It Is for us. through the channels of citizenship, to inculcate the lessons of patriotism and the love of liberty. The safest bulwark of the republic Is the honest and upright citizen, who loves his country, honors the flag, guards with saeredness his fireside and grants to others the full measure of their worth. When the citizen loses these qualities, when his voice is made silent by thepower of pelf and greed, then it is that the government will fail. So it has been: so It will always be. "Rome, republican Rome, whose eagles glanred in the ristr, and setting sun where ajid what Is she? The eternal city yet remains, proud even in desolation, noble in her decline, venerable in the majesty of religion, and caln as in the composure of death. More than eighteen centuries have mourned the loss of her empire. A mortal disease was upon her vitals before Caesar had crossed the Rubicon. The Goths, and Vandals, and Huns, the swarms of the North, completed what was already begun at home. Romans betrayed Rome. The legions were bought and sold, but the people offered the tribute money." We should hold forever as a priceless heritage the memory of the sacrifices of our fathers and those who bore the heat of the battle. In many cases giving up their lives that the republic might be preserved without one star erased fron the blue of the flag. "They have left us an example already inscribed in the world's memory; an example portentious to the aims of tyranny in every land; and an example that will console in all ages the drooping aspirations of oppressed humanity. It is the spirit which lives; in this are our safety and our hope the spirit of our fathers; and while this dwells deeply in our remembrance and its flame is cherished, ever burning, ever pure on the altur of our hearts; while it incites us to think as they have thought, and do as they have done, the honor and pnise will be ours, to have preserved unimpaired the rich Inheritance which they ho nobly achieved." It is the hope, and prayer of every true and loyal citizen of th's republic that civil strife and discord may never rankle among the members of the union and that this "government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth." What better words for closing than those of the immortal Webster, spoken at the dedicatory exercises of Bunker Hill monument: "Let our object be, our country, our whole country, and nothing but our country. And by the blessing of God may that country itself become a vast and splendid monument, not of oppression and terror, but of wisdom, of peace and liberty, upon which the world may gaze with admiration forever." "Our country! hallowed be thy nane Courageous were our sires. To noble deeds their glorious fame The patriot's bosom fires. "They braved the tempest and the flood. They met the battle's fray. They pledged their honor and their blood On freedom's natil day. Our country summons every son To join the choral throng For freedom's battle fought and won. To raise the lofty sons. "Loud swell the anthem's joyful sound Within the sacred dome And tell each nation far around Here freedom has her home." "BEN' ARDTS." Rockport. Ind.. Aug. 22. 1893. "MARK'S" MISIXGS. The Tanning Array of Time Autumn Stories and Other Tliotiicht. Kind Howard Friends I have again managed to find a little spare time to use in letting you all hear from me, and now that I have called, am at a loss to know what to say. My ideas may be scattered somewhat. But. however, there comes to me this instant a thought as I reflect on post times and present impressions that makes me realize that time steadily moves on at a more rapid rate than we give It credit for -doing, and that the year of 93 has realized a little more of its life than it will hereafter. Though circumstance has favored it like no other year, yet it declines and passes swiftly on toward the termlnati. This, the year in which the greatest Institution of all the land, the fair, has been opened to the many curious eyes of the public for information and pleasure, it, too, has passed the turning post of its short existence, and only to soon will it close its gates against the universe and cease to exist In the beauty and sublimity of its present state. Time never wearies in its ceaseless flow onward, but rapidly departs and Is numbered with the past, and each new moment we are to try the unexperienced future. This year, though, it includes the great "show," differs in no way in general with any other year. I think we can say the same about human life in its general course, and differs not with another In general. Any life is but a draught from the living fountain of the holy spirit, brought Into the world on I trial; the same air sustains all; all departs down the stream of time; and all inevitably at the end is freed from this worthless mortal hull and again returns to the sphere from wher.ee It came some tamlnated and some untainted In life's actual contacts. Now, what a nice part nature plays In both life and time, for there Is In each a spring, a time of growth; a summer, a time of maturity; an autumn, a time of decline; a winter, a time of rest. What a striking analogy Is Irfe and time when viewed thus, but how unexpressedly sad is the thought when we stand In the prim nr maturity ol life, its summer time, and comprehend that time haa been busy distilling into us the essence of strength, and Its next duty Is to steadily steal it away from us, little by little. This is a. sad experience, but It appears to us for tho first time

when we have reached our middle goal of life, but there is another feeling akin to this, that we have the chance to experience yearly, and that is when we view the first prophecies of autumn. Time, throughout the spring and summer, has been busy distilling Into nature the gorgeous essence of the sunshine, and this develops into living verdure. When he has finished this he then commences to sap this iwtent strength from the world of vegltatlon, and in its last hours how gorgeous and b-rutlful in scarlet and gold Is nature. The air holds a "solemn stillness." and the great sun's disk, having grown dim of its constant brightness, emits a golden luster on the melancholy world, which adds to the already bewildering beauties of nature. The soft breath of autumn kisses our cheek as it does at no other season, yet every one of the breaths whisper a silent and sad farewell. Before we are aware of it we are fondly loving mother nature, as it is natural to grow fond of all things as Its strength wanes and the end seems near. It is impossible to be otherwise than in love with her, for she has dressed so oppresslngly affectionate, yet to neutralize ourselves from all natural feelings, how like a shroud and pall eems nature's dress, and a funeral dirge in each zephyr. Many are the variations of pleasure aftd sadness, and contentment and discontentment that flits across our soul as we consider these characteristics of autumn and reffect thereon. But of all things that fancy ever dreamed or hope ever craved could not compare with the calm blessedness and the oppressive seclusion of the silent woodland and the eloquent stillness that pervades even the very air of autumn time. There are some other very striking emotions that class themselves next in order to the meleneholy sense of fall, that inspire me with awe. It Is the grandeur of a thunder storm. But can you half express the awful depression of your spirits when the long-looked for rain storm is vividly threatening us and finally passes into a nonentity. The whole firmament appearing as though it never could rain, leaving the dry old earth to gnp for something to drink, it is so thirsty. But, on the other hand, how happy and light-spirited we are when our long-brewing thunder cloud bursts over us and the rain pours down In torrents. We have watched the floud as il formed, with great mountains of mist, rolling and heaving in space. Finally the lightning glares, lapping the clouds with Its long, fiery tongues as if wrath from waiting. And again the thunder rolls, jarring the whole earth with its . monstrous tones. MethJnks it is like a mountain streaked . with gold and the mighty avelanche pealing from its sides. How grand. But yet while we consider its immense beauty we have- to realize that destruction is innate in its very presence, and that these powers hold life at no premium. All material things are naught under Its sway. The storm Is upon us. the very firmaments are furious, the rain gushes forth In torrents, but steadily slacks: 'the lightning grows dimmer and the thunder more distant, and only a glare and rumble, and presently neither. All have passed on with time. The thirsty clods have drank deep of the gushing draught, the vegitation has absorbed its fill and the air has grown so pure and wholesome from its fiery scorching. The whole land is cooled by its drenching, and, we can now retire to rest from our earthly task and cast our weary mind into the halls of fantasy for the next few hours. Yes. we can go to our rest and sleep the sweet sleep of the protected, for the land has been made pure and wholesome and cleansed for nature's need. Kind friends, I was so sorry I could not be permitted to attend the reunion, but know you all had a "glorious time." Ye normalites of 'M, how are you progressing. Please let me hear from you. And all the rest of you. how do you do? And with an adieu I am your Howard brother, "MARK." . Fowler, Ind., Aug. 25.

A PLKASI'KR TRIP. The M I.Ioit lletlof Denertlten the Incidents of n Recent Untln. . As this Is my initial attempt at reporting, notes will be freely used from start to finish. Our party left Frankfort, Ind., on the early train east over the Clover Leaf for Toledo: at Warren. Ind.. we were joined by Miss Clara Little and the remainder of the pleasure seekers were picked up at Toledo, where we stopped a week fishing, visiting and enjoying a general good time. Almost every member of the club knows something of Toledo or her denizens, but few know of the many beautiful homes, drives and points of Interest in and about this gem city. To the writer the hospitals, both Protestant and catholic, were fraught with special Interest with their long rows of n e clean bods, attended by kind and careful nurses, who are trained and skillful. It almost persuades one to apply for admission. The grounds are large and well kept and afford ample opportunity for the patients to receive healthful exercise. Our time was limited and we were obliged to forego the pleasure of visiting numerous places of interest. Considerable time was spent in fishing and boating on the Ottowa river and those of the party who are used to jumping the principal watercourse in their neighborhood this was delightful recreation. Boarding the steamer Greyhound we were soon bounding "over the billows" for Detroit, when but a short distance out rain began to fall and all appearances Indicated a storm; many of the passengers were seasick and were much interested in reaching terra firma. We had contemplated spending considerable time in and about Ix-troit, but decided to go directly to Canada and stop on our return. Embarking on the steamer Hope we in a short time were out of the United States and tecame subject to the laws of her majesty. Windsor was a disappointment in many respects, her ioints of interest are few to those who are familiar with life in the bustling cities of Indiana. Her police are all model men, ready and willing to assist a stranger. All questions were promptly answered and directions given in detail. We were all curious to see and learn something about the custom house and just what kind of process the officials would subject us to how they would dispose of our baggage, ets. Hence we were on the lookout for the inspector, expecting to see a man equal in size to a Chicago policeman. Imagine our surprise upon being met by a dapper little man about five feet tall, dressed in blue uniform, trimmed with bright brass buttons, who with a frown demanded "what are you carrying in that box?". Assuring him it was the remains of lunch, we were told to "move on," and we did not hesitate, but moved obediently. Our treatment at the hands of the police of Detroit was not such that we can eulogize. One of the party accosted a blue coat and asked to be directed to a queensware store. After staring for a moment he replied: "I don't know what that Is." Kxplanatlons followed and we were informed we would find one three blocks down street, not telling us which street. We finally found the object of our search and made our purchase without waking up another policeman. Shaking the dust of Michigan off our shoes, we boarded our steamer and landed safely at Toledo at 10 o'clock p. m., tired and hungry, but exceedingly happy. All enjoyed the trip and will never regret the time spent In seeing the many Interesting sights, but It was the unanimous vote of the party that the best place on earth is a home in Indiana. "WIDOW BEDOT." Frankfort, Ind., Aug. 2C. Three Worda. There ere three woria I would write, Three words in letters of gold; They are thy guide to light And rest unto thy soul. Have hope, though clo-i-l miy arts'. And pUasurs hides her face from that;

Remember that beyond there lies A. rest where the ransome be. Have faith, where'er thy lot be cast In this world of sin and wo. For thy days are traveling fast "And you shall reap as you sow. - - Have love, not love alone for one. But for all thy fellow men, 'Neath this bright and glowing sun. In this low and narrow glen. Thus grave these words on thy heart, Hope, faith and. love, that you may Never, no never, from them part. But may they always light thy way. Aug. 20, m. "FLOYD.1

AX EPISODE. PART I. A dude. In the latest of style Walked along on the seashore a myle; 'Till he came to a bank Where the grasses grew rank; There he tought he would rest for awhile. The sea was as peaceful and calm As a three weeks' old catswald balm, "Dear me," muttered he, "What spo-aht it would be To jump In this watah kter-slalm." So thinking there was no one nlsh He pulled off his collar and tlgh. He yanked off his clothes And, holding his nose Dive into the sea very sprigh. PART II. A girl with some rlc-rack to sew Down to the beach thought she'd gow, "And maybe," said she, "A good chance It will be To trim that derned corn on my tow. So she flung her off foot o'er her knee As she sat herself down by the ktree; And once in awhile She smole a sweet smile, To think there's no one would ksee. But when the dude's form bobbed In view The maiden's calm features turned bliew; She let her foot fall And give a big squawl And back' to the house fairly fliew. "BOB MOULTON." Martinville. Ind.. Aug. 20. An the Moments Fly. What are you doing, day by day, i As the precious moments fly? ü Waste, oh, waste them never, For moments gone are gone forever. They are slipping from our grasp As jewels from a broken clasp. The precious moments are cirling away; Are you Idling away the day? Sieze them as a precious stone. As you are traveling o'er this dome. Swiftly past us they fly. Waiting for none to sigh. None can stop their flight As they hasten the past to unite. Flowers may die and wither from earth. But come again at iw spring's birth. The rain drops fall and sink away, But fall again some future day. But the tide flows on as an endless river. And moments gone are gone forever. "FLOYD." INDIANAPOLIS UICYCLE RACES. Winners of Vnrlouw Prise nnd the Time .Made. Following is the summary of the International bicycle meet in this city Thursday: The novice race was 'won by Ed O. Igleman of Indianapolis in 2:34 2-5, considered phenomenal time for a novice race. The half mile open had. nine starters. Including Zimmerman,. Taylor, Windle and others. It was won by Melntjes of South Africa, with Zimmerman second. The 2:40 race was won by E. P. Roll of Indianapolis in 2:26 3-5. The mile handicap had a large fWd of starters, but a dark horse, whose name was not on the cards, Dlrnberger of Buffalo, won it in 2:2S. The one mile international championship had a large field of starters. Including Taylor, who had held the world's competition record. It ' was won by Zimmerman in 2:12 4-5. The last quarter was made in :30 2-5. the fastest quarter made with one exception, and that was the same.- Taylor was second and Bliss third. The one-mile club championship fell outside the time limit and was declared off. The two-mile handicap was won by John S. Johnson of Syracuse in 4:51 2-5, and he made the first mile in 2:25 3-5. The 2:20 flying start was won by Harry' Tyler in 2:25 4-5. George F. Taylor of Boston was second. The quarter mile open was won .by John S. Johnson in :S3. L. S. Meintjes second. The three-minute race was won by Eldon Dynes of Indianapolis In 2:30. Half-mile handicap won by A. W. Warren. Hartford. Conn.. In 1:02. The five-mile handicap was won by W. A. Rhodes, Chicago. Time, 13:16. Handicap. 120 yards. J. P. Bliss. Chicago, was second with the same handicap. CIRTIS ACQt ITTED. The Jury Find III na Guiltless of Grant's Murder. SAN FRANCISCO, Aug. 25. The Jury in the case of M. B. Curtis, "Sam'l of Posen J for the murder of Policeman Grant, returned a verdict shortly after 3 o'clock this morning of acquittal. The lurv on the first ballot stood 9 to 3 for acquittal. This is the third trial of Curtis. The jury in the first two trials disagreed. The Valne of Coin. The value of gold coin Is in Its weight; tho value of silver coin Is the government stamp on it. The value of Simmons Lives Regulator Is the relief it gives from Biliousness and Sick Headache. A 25-cent package of powder has permanently cured many a one.

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SWINDLING OF FARMERS.

HOW TO AVOID SOFT SNAPS OF ALL DESCRIPTIONS. Look Sharp When the Oily Stranger Calls at the Farm The Care of Manure The Drought and Crop . Prospect In crea In k Production of Ekk Maklug ' Hotter Solid Good Work t Ith. the Plow Some I'seful Pointers A ' Rudicet of Valuable Recipes. Every day the papers contain accounts of some swindling scheme practiced upon the farmers by smooth fellows with plausible stories. A farmer loses the earnings of a lifetime within a few hours, or a few hundred farmers contribute a fortune to a stranger whose oily tongue Is his chief capital. Nearly all papers make a point 'of exposing new schemes as they ail;e, and this does good; but if ever a stop Is put to the movement of money from pockets of rural folk Into those of schemers, it will come from a recognition of a principle that seems to escape the comprehension of very many who are credited with good hard sense In the management of everyday affairs. The principle simply stated is this: Something cannot be gotten for nothing. Easy ways for making money are not being given away to any one. There are no "soft snap" hunting takers in this country. Any good scheme can command millions of money lor its promotion without going outside of such centers of wealth as our big cities. Business men are ready to advance big sums of money to back any legitimate invention or discovery that is worthy. When investors are willing to put millions of dollars Into any safe concern that will pay 5 per cent, interest annually, only schemers have to travel over country roads to find capital. Another point: Country people, no matter how shrewd, cannot beat a. man at his own game. What folly is such a thought, and yet what community cannot point to from one to ten pretty hard-headed farmers, as judged in common business transactions, who at some time in their lives have not imagined that they were not outwitting the stranger who left the city with a game to harvest their dollars. Or, It may be, they only accept the idea that the stranger Is too green, or too buc-y. or too generous to take all the profits, and have picked upon them to share In them. The man who has a good thing is not racing over the country seeking partners, and the sleek gentleman with a game understands himself perfectly. The farmer has the right to think he has the ability to be president of his country, but his conceit is astounding when he Imagines that he can come out ahead when fooling with any stranger's little arrangement to transfer farmers' dollars from their pockets Into his own. It is very human to want something without earning It. The desire is back of all attempts of farmers to avail themselves of the supposed opportunities offered by swindlers. It is merely akin to dishonesty, but I conjure you, my reader, who want to get others' money without earning It, to pick out some one greener than you are for a victim, and that one never is the fellow who is living off his own wlt3 and others' capital. It would be easy to enumerate scores of methods by which town sharpers are fleeting country folk, but of what avail is this? We must go deeper. New schemes are Invented as fast as old ones are exposed. The harvest is a rich one and experts are doing the reaping where they have not sown. We should not want unearned money, but, if we do, we should know that ic cannot be gotten from the gentry of whom we speak. They are not in the business for their health. They play the farmers for fools, and their persistency proves that their faith is not misplaced. The easiest, safest and surest way of late of getting hard-earned money lies in inviting small contributions from the masses rather than In swindling one man out of a little fortune. The dollar town lot in a western desert or Florida swamp, the big prize for truessing a riddle that any ten-year-old child can unravel, the mixture of cheap drugs that will double the yield of butter In a dairy, make hens lay every day, produce a luxuriant growth of hair on a bald man's head and cure consumption the scheme t get Jl each from 10.000 rather than ?10,000 from one man is the most popular one today. The advertisements are skillfully worded. Not infrequently they consist only of contributions to the press of whit appear to be genuine letters from A, B or C, living here or there. Recently there appeared in the papers a letter from Mrs. . telling the people how black repsin doubled the yield of butter for her. Of course the papers cannot always detect the fraudulent nature of such letters, but the reader has plenty of time to think the matter over and see that if sny drug would double the yield of good butter, a company would corner the article within three days, and the scientists would fill the papers with their discussions of the extraordinary discovery. All these offers of big salaries and expenses paid for agents what rot! Who does not know that there is a hitch somewhere? Thousands of men in the cities are passing those offices, anxious for work on terms just half as good as those offered. Why not use our judgement? No man Is appealing for a chance to give us a nice position at good pay. Meager wages will 'draw double the workers needed In any business. The good watch for 50 cents, the ch;nee to get a hundred dollars for a dime, the offer to get anything below the actual value, all these are merely caution signals to any one who stops to think, and who has a thinking apparatus within his anatomy. The stranger who has a patent ripht to sell to farmers, the one who wants farmers to sign contracts to receive I profits without labor, the one who exj pects farmers to believe that his promise ! or written obligation is worth 1 cent on the Eleventh Page.

as a guarantee, the one who believes that by offers of iTomething for anything less than the true value he can swindle the men jvho earn money all these will cease to ply their trades only when we recognize the principle that no one will give us something tor nothing, nor will he give away a chance to us to make money tha he naturally prefers to gather in for himself.

Increasing; Production of Eprfts.. The Hammonton breeder. P. H. Jacobs, calls attention to one point in raising poultry that i3 perhaps not thoroughly understood by some readers, and that is the fact that in aiming to secure a "general-purpose" breed you really get nothing at all. To present the matter plainly, let us take the Leghorn, a breed that is considered one of the best for laying. It is an egg producer in the truest sense, and yet it has its faults. It can fly over the highest fence and does not grow very large. Now, let us look at the Brahma, which is just the opposite of the Leghorn, except that the Brahma hens are good layers if properly managed. The Brahma cannot tly at all. and it grows to a very large size, being consldeied an excellent breed for market. Some enterprising farmer will endeavor to combine the qualities of the Leghorn and Brahmas by crossing them. What is the result? Simply mongrels, for the offsprings will be able to fly, and they will not be equal to either parent in any respect. The uniformity of the flocks will have been destroyed and the tendency will be on the down grade instead of improvement. The object in crossing is supposed to give greater hardiness, as the "new blood" will be an advantage. It is just as easy to procure "new blood" by breeding pure breeds as by crossing. If the breeders of Jersey cattle should attempt to secure size and hardiness, with larger yields of milk, by crossing with the Holsteins, the result would be that the Jerseys would soon be extinct, and yet this Is just what results with poultry when two breeds are used for crossing. To secure greater prolificacy keep the birds pure, and select the eggs for hatching from the most prolific hens. If possible, aim to use a male that is a son of a prolific hen. In this manner, by careful selection, the number of eggs wi'l be Increased each year, and if the "new blood" Is necessary, aim to get It from a flock of ffrollfic fowls. Never attempt to increase the production of eggs by any method of crossing. It has been tried hundreds of times, and always ended in the destruction of the flocks. Care of Manure. It Is the custom of some to carefully clean out the stable each morning and dump It in a pile near at hand, jhere are two criticisms to this. There 'Is too much lalor in it and the urine, which is indeed valuable as a fertiliser. Is not entirely saved. Another way Is to throw It rut of windows, along the sides of the stable. The rain coming and as there is usually some natural drainage, the best part of our manure is either soaked or can led away by the water, yet that is not all; It rots the weitherboarding sills and disfigures the barn. If we use either - f the two ways mentioned above, we will have to regather it, putting it upon the leHs which makes double handling, besides the Icfs. A good plan is to first haul into the barn a good quantity of wheat straw from the stack, use it liberally in bedding the horses. Instead of throwing the manure out each morning add a new supply of the straw. CVmtlnue so, taking care to keep it well filled in the front of the stall so that the horse's heels will not be higher than his head. By this way all the manure from the horse is saved besides we have warmer quarters for him. At a suitable time we .'an haul It out uin, say the wheat fltld. scattering It thinly (If we have a manure spreader all the better) on the knolls, where It will act as a protection during tht spilng freezes. Neither ned we fear that we will not have a good catch of clover upon these spot. The wheat will also take on a rapid growtn making us an excellent return in harvest. The idea prevails amur.g the minds of many farmers, that by spreading the, manure over the ground the wind takes away a good part of its valu2. This is not true, but it is only the moisture that is carried away by it. Good Work with the Plorr. A correspondent of Farm and Home says that good work with the plow depends very much upon the skill and Ingenuity of the plowman. Set the coulter so the point will be at the proper angle to do the best work. The right slope depends on the soil and it must frequently be changed before a perfect position is obtained. Fix it so the point will stand at an angle to the furrow with the cutting edge one-half inch further Into the land than is the land side and plow point. This can be done by wedging It with wood next the plow beam. This will help the plow to run clear, prevent its- wedglnsr. and keep It steady, and to the land. If a Jointer be used, have the point sharp, eet It into the land like a coulter, but not deep. Set it forward or backward or sidewise until the plow runs as steady and easy as possible. When carefully hung, Jointers make good work. The wheel needs some attention. It should be oiled to run quietly, and wa&hered up if too loose. An evener that is too- long sometimes spoils furrows and whimetrees that are too heavy unbalance the plow. Horses accustomed to plowing .will do just as well ahead of whiffletrees when only sixteen to twenty Inches long as if longer. Before starting the horses lay out the field: a little planning and measuring will make the work come out evenly, save time and result in a better crop than careless hands and choppy hands at the end. When the plow has started, notice what length of traces do the best work and are easiest for man and beast. Set the wheel and clevis so the plow will run the desired depth, bearing slightly on the wheel. Too much riding here, however, increases draft. A sharp point is a cheap essential and should be frequently renewed, if it does cost half a dollar. In hard, lumpy ground, narrow the furrow until the team can walk with a steady gait. Such soil should be rolled as fast as it is plowed, without leaving it over night, unless there is a prospect of rain. It crushes easily before drying out and retains moisture better. Making the Ilutter Solid. Whether butter is to be sold in prints, rolled or packed in tubs, it should be made solid, says A. L. Crosby. A print may contain the right weight of butter, but if it is full of cavities when put in It makes it look like a botched Job on the part of the maker; and the same may be said of butter made Into rolls or packed In tubs. After the butter grains have been washed and salted in the barrel churn the churn may be revolved until the butter is all gathered into one large lump. If it Is to be printed It can then be taken out of the churn and weighed into lumps of the size desired, then with a paddle in each hand the lumps can be shaped for the printer and, if properly handled during this process, the final operation of printing will make the butter perfectly solid. If the butter is to be packed It can also be taken direct from the churn and put in the tub, using a wooden follower to press It solid and a sponge covered with a piece of muslin to absorb the water as it is pressed out. We have said nothing about the butter worker, as it is an Implement not needed In the private dairy if a good barrel or box churn be used. All the use we ever put the worker to was to get the water out of the butter and make It solid, after It had been worked on a level worker it waa aJw&vi necessary to give it about as

much handling with the paddies In order to get It ready for the printer as though it had not beer, worked at a'.l; so the worker was laid aside, much, we think, to the advantage of the maker and the consumer, for the former got through his work with less labor, and the latter got Just as good butter. If not better, than he did before. Making butter in prints solid is only a matter of looks; if the print be of the proper weight the buyer may be thought to get all he barga'.ns for, but he doesn't if the butter is not all solid all through, for he pays a little more for having his butter printed and it should ba understood that the contract includes solid butter.

The Drought and Crop Propect. The drought has been disastrous in many sections of our country. Portions of New England have had rain, and give promise of a fair crop of corn and potatoes. Northeastern New York has fared equally well. The great corn belt has been exceedingly dry. Local raina have done some good, but drought Is th rule, especially east of the Mississippi river. The northwest haa suffered severely. The potato crop in Ohio, Indiana, Illinois and New Jersey is a failure, and the more northern states. New York, Michigan. Wisconsin and Minnesota, have suffered severely. Indications point to a good price for potatoes. The crop of corn cannot be large, despite the fact that corn withstands the drought better than almost any otter plant. Pionier. . Buckwheat hulls make a good hea house floor. There is a big world out beyond th end of your nose "Butter herbs" is the English cams for pasture crasses. Don't let your horse knaw the life out of somebody's tree. Your tools have no more busings out in the rain than you have. An ounce of oil may make a differ ence of half a ton in the load. The reports from thoe who have used tobacco dust for keeping the bugs away from mellons are very favorable. In running away from tobacco, bugs have more sense than men. No young stock on the farm Is so satisfactory as the little clover plants growing in the grain. They are the farm's best babie3. It is a hopeful sign to see them growing thick and strong. The right time to sell an animal is when it is in proper condition to bring the top price in th market. If you wait for that top price to become "topper." the chances are that the animal will not go up with it. Wouldn't you suspect the pedigree of a brown Leghorn that is crazy to sit? When a man sells a heifer calf for the price of a scrub cow he realize the value of feeding and breeding excellence Into that calfs mother. We guess the Minnesota Station is correct In saying that, for that etat the study of bugs, foul weeds, poor seeds and improper conditions of the soil Is of more importance now than soil analysis or fertilizer trials. It is like making a boy . see what he can do with his own strength if he will only try, before helping him. The bellicose brokers who fear the passage of the anti-option law. are threatening to remove their business to London or Liverpool, should the till pass. That is another argument in favoR of it. If we could export the whole swarm of option parasites, the country would be much better off. They conserve no useful purpose here. Valuable Recipes. Peach Marmaladej Choose very ripe and good-flavored fruit; peel and cut In quarters; weigh and put in a porcelain kettle with a little water; stew slowly until they are very soft, then add threefourths of a pound of sugar for each pound of fruit and cook together until thick; put in tumblers or Jars and eeaU Peach Syllabub Line a deep dish, with plain singe cake. Pare and slice fine enough peaches to almost till the dish. Sweeten bountifully, mixing the sugar well through the peaches. Set upon ice for half an hour, then, spread over the peaches one teacupful of rich cream, which has been whipped and sweetened, and serve at onoe. Tomatoes with Forcemeat Cut a slice off the stalk end of as many tomatoes as are required to make a dish, and, with a small knife or the handle of an iron spocn, scoop out all the seeds without damaging the tomato. Fill all the cavities with veal or chicken forcemeat; turn them upside down in a buttered baking tin and bake about twenty minutes; dish them and pour a little white sauce around. Peach Pie To one cup and a half of sifted flour add cold butter cut in bits, enough to shorten well, and a little icecold water to mix; roll and spread butter over it and roll out again; cover a pie tin and fill with fresh, ripe peaches, peeled and quartered; crack four or five bits and blanch the kernels, but put them in the pie to flavor, sprinkle over the peaches half a cup of sugar and add two sjoonfulsof water; cover and bake In a moderate oven. Tomatoes au Gratin Prepare the tomatoes in the same way as the foregoing, but fill them with minced chicken or veal, which is mixed in a little white sauce seasoned with salt and pepper and the raw yolk of an egg. Cover the meat in with nicely browned bread crumbs, and stand each tomato on a round piece of frjed bread; place them on a baking tin and bake till the tomato is done; arrange them on a dish paper and garnish with fried parsley. Tomato Souffle Steam twelve mediumsized ripe tomatoes, pass them through a sieve, and reduce the pulp to half a pint; stir to it two ounces of bread crumbs and two of butter; continue stirring till it boils; then remove from the sove and Ftir briskly the yo-lk of three eggs; whip the whites very stM, and mix in carefully and lightly. Pour into a buttered souffle dish; sprinkle a little grated Parmesan cheese over the top, and bake from twenty to thirty minutes. Peach Meringul Three cups of new milk, one cup of sugar, eix or eight loaches, yolks of three eggs, one heaping tF'olespoonful of cornstarch, a small teaspoonful of vanilla und a pinch of salt. Heat the milk In a custard kettle. Mix one-half cup of sugar with the cornstarch and stir. CTadually into the beaten yolks. Beat the mixture slowly into the boiling milk and cook ten minutes, stirring continuously. Pare and slice the fruit, mix with remaining sugar and pour into a pudding dish. When, the custard is cold add flavoring and salt and pour it over the fruit. Heap upon the top. Spiced Peaches Six pounds of peaches, three and one-half pounds of granulated sugar, one pint of vinegar, one-half pint of water, one ounce of cinnamon, a little less than an ounce of cloves, one tablespoonful of salt and two blades of mace. Pour boiling water over the peaches, allow them to Eland a few moments, then drain them and remove the skin. Tie the spices loosely in a cheesa cloth bag and place in the kettle with sugar, vinegar, water and salt. Allow the sirup to boil a short time, then add the peaches a few at a time, and cook until tender. Skim them carefully into a stone Jar. and when all are cooked, pour the sirup over thtra. The day following, drain the sirup from them, boll it again, and pour over the fruit. When cold, cover closely and store away for winter use. It sometimes happens that one has a quanity of imperfect fruit which cannot be spiced whole. In this case cut the fruit into quarters, and though not so attractive In appearance, the spiced peaches will still be excellent. After Dreakfast To purify, vitalize and enrich the blood, and give nerve, bodily and digestive strength, take Hood's Sarsaparilla. Continue the medicine after every meal for a, month or two. Hood's Pills cure constipation. 25c