Nappanee Advance-News, Volume 17, Number 29, Nappanee, Elkhart County, 2 October 1895 — Page 3

MY GIFTS. Springtime brought me roses gay, Scattering perfume ’neath the sun, I could keep them but a day, They were dead when day was done. Summer came in emerald dressed— Gave me flowers bright and fair— When I pinned them to my breast. Soon their beauty perished there. Autumn lavished fruits on me. When the hills with splendor burned. Dead sea fruits they proved to be. Which to dust and ashes turned. And I told my heart with sorrow, Nothing lasts beyond a day, !Ncw gifts come with each now morrow, With that morrow pass away. Winter came and one gray morning, When the winds were blowing wild, Love came to me without warning— Looked into my eyea and smiled. And I said: Love, too, will loave me, Perish like all other things, It comes to me but to grieve me— Leave me to my sorrowings. But the love that came unbidden, Staid and each day grew more dear, ■Till within my heart *twas hidden, There to brighten all the year. Then I told my heart with gladness, Earth's best gifts howe’er soon gone. Leave behind them naught of sadness Love will fill their place alone. —Mliler Purvis, in Womankind

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CHAPTER VllL—Continued. “We must take care that he does not now bring us to the place where the creosote barrel came from,” I observed. “I had thought of that. I!ut you notice that he keeps on the pavement, whereas the barrel passed down the roadway. No, we are on the true scent now.” It tended down towards the riverside, running through Belmont place and Prince’s street. At the end of Broad street it ran right down to the water’s edge, where there was a small wooden wharf. Tobv led us to the very edge of this, and there stood whining, looking out ou the dark current beyond. “We are out of luck,” said Holmes. 'They have taken to a boat here.” Several small pur.ts and skiffs were lying about in the water arid .on the ■ edge of the wharf. Wo took Toby round to each in turn, but, though he sniffed earnestly, he made no sign. Close to the rude, landing stage was a small brick house, with a wooden placard swung out through the second window. “Mordeeai Smith” was printed -across it in large letters, and. underneath: “Boats to hire by the hour or day. 1 ’ A .second inscription above the door informed ns that a steam launch was kept—a statement which was confirmed by a great pile of coke upon the jetty. Sherlock Holmes looked slowly round, and his face assumed au ominous ■expression. “This looks bad,” said he. “Those fellows are sharper than I expected. They seem to have covered their tracks. There has, 1 fear, been preconcerted management here.” lie was approaching the door of the house, when it opened, and a little curly-headed led of six came running out, followed by a stoutish,’red-faced woman with a large sponge in her hand. “You come back and be washed, Jack,” she shouted. “Come hack, you young imp. For if your father comes home and finds you like that, he’ll let us hear of it.” “Dear little chap!” said Holmes, strategically. “What a rosy-clieeked young rascal! Now, Jack, is there auyUiing yr,,, would like?” The youth pondered for a moment. “I’d like a shillin’,” said he. “Nothing you would like better?” “I’d like two shillin’ better,” the prodigy answered, after some thought. “Here you are, then! Catch—A fine child, Mrs. Smith!” “Lor’ bless you, sir, he is that, and forward. lie gets a most too much for me to manage, ’specially when my man is away days ata time.” “Away, is he?” said Holmes, in a disappointed voice. “I am sorry for that, for I wanted to speak to Mr. Smith.” “He’s been away since yesterday mornin’, sir, and, truth to tell, I ambeginnin’ to feel frightened about him. But if it is about a boat, sir, maybe 1 could serve as well.” “1 wanted to hire his steam launch.” “Why, bless you, sir, it is in the steam launch that he has gone. That’s what puzzles me; for 1 know there ain’t more coals in her than would take her to about Woolwich and back. If he’d been away in the bargo I’d ha’ thought nothin’; for many a time a job has taken him as far as Gravesend, and then if there was much doin’ there he might ha’ stayed over. But What good is a steam launch without coals?” “Ho might have bought some at a ■wharf down the river.” “He might, sir, but it weren't his •way. Many a time I’ve heard him call ■out at the prices they charge for a few ■odd bags. Besides, I don’t like that wooden-legged man, wi’ his ugly face and outlandish talk. What did he want always knockin’ about here for?” “A wooden-legged man?” said Holmes, with bland surprise. “Yes, sir, a brown, monkey-faced chap that’s called more’n once for my ■old man. It was him that roused him up yesternight, and, what’s more, Hay man knew he was cornin’, for he had -steam up in the launch. I tell you straight, sir, 1 don’t feel easy in my mind about it." “But, my dear Mrs. Smith,” said Holmes, shrugging his shoulders, ■‘•yon are frightening yourself about ■nothing. How could you possibly tell ■that it was the wooden-legged man who came in the night? I don’t quite understand how you can be so sure.” “His voiejs, sir. I knew his voice, which is kind o’ thick and foggy. He tapped at the winder—-about three it would be. ‘Show a leg, matey,’ says lie: ‘time to turn out guard.’ My old man woke up Jim —that’s my eldest — tod away thny went, without so much

as a word to me. I could hear the wooden leg clackin’ on the stones.” “And was this wooden-legged man alone?” “Couldn’t say, lam sure, sir. I didn’t hear no one else.” “I am sorry, Mrs. Smith, for I wanted a steam launch, and I have heard good reports of the — Let me see, what is her name?” “The Aurora, sir.” “Ah! She’s not that old green launch with a yellow line, very broad in the beam?” “No, indeed. She’s as trim a little thing as any on the river. She’s been fresh painted, black with two red streaks.” “Thanks. I hope that you will hear soon from Mr. Smith. I am going down the river; and if I should see anything of the Aurora I Bliall let him know that you are uneasy. A black funnel, you say?” “No, sir. Black with a white band.” “Ah, of course. It was the sides which were black. Good morning, Mrs. Smith. There is a boatman here with a wherry, Watson. We shall take it and cross the river.” “The main thing with people of that sort,” said Holmes, as we sat in the sheets of the wherry, “is never to let them think that their information can be of tile slightest importance to you. If you do, they will instantly shut up like an oyster. If you listen to them under protest, as it were you are very likely to get what you want.” “Our course now seems pretty, clear,” said I. “What would you do, then?” “I would engage a launch and go down the trade of the Aurora.” “My dear fellow, it would be a colossal task. She may have touched at any wharf on either side of the stream between here and Greenwich. Below the bridge there is a perfect labyrinth of landing-places for miles. It would take you days and days to exhaust them, if you set about it alone.” “Employ the police, then.” “No. I shall probably call Athelney Jones in at the last moment. Tie is not a bad fellow, and I should not like to do anything which would injure him professionally. liut I have a fancy for working it out myself, now that we have gone so far.” •' “Could we, advertise, then, asking for information from wharfingers?” “Worse and worse! Our men would know that the clause was hot at their heels, and they would bo off out of the country. As it is, they are likely enough to leave, but as long as they think they arc perfectly safe they will be in no hurry, Jones’ energy will be of use to us there, for* his view of the case is sure to push itself into the daily press, and the runaways will think that everyone is oil on the wrong scent.” “What are we to do, then?” I asked, as we landed near Millbank penitentiary. “Take this hansom, drive home, have some breakfast, and get an hour's sleep. It is quite on the cards that we

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“I’m sorby, mbs. smith, fob i wanted A STEAM LAUNCH.” may be afoot to-night again. Stop at the telegraph office, cabbyl We will keep Toby, for he may be of use to us yet.” We pulled up at the Great Peter street post office, and Holmes dispatched his wire. “Whom do you think that is to?” he asked, as we resumed our journey. “I am sure I don’t know.” “You remember the Baker street division of tlie detective police force whom I employed in the Jefferson Hope case?” “Well,” said I, laughing. “This is just the easo where they might be invaluable. If they fail, I have other resources; but I shall try them first. That wire was to my dirty little lieutenant, Wiggins, and I expect that he and his gang will be with us before we have finished our breakfast.” It was between eight and nine o’clock now, and I was conscious of a strong reaction after the successive excitements of the night. I was limp and weary, befogged in mind an4*fa|igued in body. I had not the proffesffiWql enthusiasm which carried my companion on, nor could I look at tlie matter as a mere abstract intellectual problem. As far as the death of Bartholomew Sholto went, I had heard little godfl of him, and could feel no intense antipathy to his murderers. The treasure, however, was a different matter. That, or part of it, . belonged rightfully to Miss Morstan. While there was a chance of recovering it, I was ready to devote my life to the one object. True, if I found it, it would probably put her forever beyond my re:ich. Yet it would be a petty and selfish love which would, be influenced by such a thought as that. If Holmes could work to find the criminals, I had a tenfold stronger reason to urge me on to find the treasure. A bath at Baker street and a com plete change freshened me up wonderfully. When I came down to our room I found the breakfast laid and Holmes pouring out the coffee. “Here it is," said he, laughing and pointing to an open newspaper. “The energetic Jones and the übiquitous reporter have fixed it up between them.

But you have had enough of the case. Better have your ham and eggs first.” I took the paper from him and read the short notice, which was headed: “Mysterious Business at Upper Norwood ” “About twelve o’clock last night,” said the Standard, “Mr. Bartholomew Sholto, of Pondicherry lodge. Upper Norwood, was found dead in his room under circumstances which point to foul play. As far as we can learn, no actual traces of violence were found upon Mr. Sholto's person, but a valuable collection of Indian gems which the deceased gentleman had inherited' from his father has been carried off. The discovery was first made by Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, who had called at the house with Mr. Thaddeus Shalto, brother of the deceased. By a singular piece of good fortune-Mr. Athelney Jones, the well-known member of the detective police force, happened to be at the Norwood police station, and was on the ground within half an hour of the first alarm. Ilis trained and experienced faculties were at once directed towards the detection of the criminals, with the gratifying result that the brother, Thaddeus Sholto, has already been arrested, together with the housekeeper, Mrs. Bernstone, an Indian butler named Lai Eao, and a porter, oi gatekeeper, named MeMurdo. It is quite certain that the thief or thieves were well acquainted with the house, for Sir. Jones’ well-known technical knowledge and liis powers of minute observation have enabled him to prove conclusively that tlie miscreants could not have entered by the door or by the window, but must have made their way across the roqf of 4he building, and so through a trapdoor into a room which communicated with that in which the bodj was found. This fact, which has been very clearly made out, proves conclusively that it was no mere haphazard burglary. The prompt and energetic action of the officers of the law shows the great advantage of the presence on such occasions of a single vigorous and masterful mind. We cannot but think that it supplies un argument to those who would wish to see our detectives more decentralized, and brought into closer and more effective touch with the cases which it is their duty to investigate.” “Isn't it gorgeous!” said Holmes, grinning over his coffee cup. “What do you think of it?” “I think that we have had a close shave Ourselves of being arrested for the crime.” “So do I. I wouldn’t answer for our safety now, if he should happen to have another of his attacks of energy.” At this moment there was a loud ring at the bell, and I could hear Mrs. Hudson, our landlady, raising her voice in a wail of expostulation and dismay. “By'heaven, nolmes,” I said, half rising, “1 believe that they are really after us.” “No, it's uot quite sob l as that. It is the unofficial force—the Baker street irregulars.” As lie spoke, there came a swift pattering of naked feet upon tlie stairs, a clatter of high voices, and in rushed a dozen dirty and ragged little- streetArabs. There was some show of discipline among them, despite their tumultuous entry, for they instantly drew up in line and stood facing us with expectant faces. One of their number, taller and older than tlie others, stood forward with an air of lounging superiority which was very funny in such a disreputable little scarecrow. “Got your message, sir,” said lie, “and brought 'em on sharp. Three bob and a tanner for tickets.” “Here you are,” said Holmes, producing some silver. “In future they can report to you, Wiggins, and you to me. 1 cannot have tlie house invaded in this way. However, it is just as well that you should all hear tlie instructions. I want to find tlie whereabouts of a steam launch called the Aurora, owner Mordeeai Smith, black witli two red streaks, funnel black with a white band. She is down the river somewhere. I want one boy to be at Mordecai Smith’s landing-stage opposite Millbank to say if the boat comes back. You must divide it out among yourselves, and do both banks thoroughly. Let me know the moment you have news. Is that all clear?” “Yes, guv'nor,” said Wiggins. “Tlie old scale of pay, and a guineq, to the boy who finds the boat. Here's a day in advance. Now off you go!” lie handed them a shilliifg each, and away they buzzed down the stairs, and I saw them a moment later streaming down the street. “If the launch is above water they will find her,” said Holmes, as he rose from the table and lit his pipe. “They can go everywhere, see everything, overhear everyone. I expect to hear before evening that they have spotted her. In the meanwhile, we can do nothing but await results. We cannot pick up the broken trail until we find either the AurorS or Mr. Mordeeai Smith. ’ “Toby could eat these craps, 1 dare say. Are you going to bed, Holmes?” “No; lam not tired. 1 have a curious constitution, I never remember feeling tired by work, though idleness exhausts me completely. I am going to smoke and to think over this queer business to which my fair client has introduced us. If ever man had an easy task, this of ours ought to be. Wooden-legged men are not so common, but the other man must, I should think, be absolutely unique.” “That other man again!” “I have no wish to make a mystery of him —to you, anyway. But you must have formed your own opinion. Now, do consider the data. Diminutive footmarks, toes never fettered by boots, naked feet, stone-headed wooden mace, great agility, small poisonec darts. What do you make of all this?” “A savage!” I exclaimed. “Perhaps one of those Indians who were the associates of Jonathan SmaU.” “Hardly that,” said he. “When first I saw signs of strange weapons 1 was inclined to think so; but the remaruof the footmarks caused

me to reconsider my vlewk Some of the inhabitants of the Indian peninsula are small men, but none liould have left such marks as that, fthe Hindoo proper has long and thin feet. The sandal-wearing Mohammedan has the gteat toe well separate(Ofrom the others, because the thong is commonly passed between. These/little darts, too, could only be shot in one way. They are from a blowpipe. Now, then, where are we to find our savage?” ‘ South American,” I hazarded. ; stretched his hand up and took down a bulky volume from the shelf. “This is the first volume of a gazeteer which is now being published. It may be looked upon as the very latest authority. What have we here? ‘Andaman islands, situated three hundred and forty miles to the north of Sumatra, in the bay of Bengal.’ Hum! hum! What’s all this? Moist climate, coral reefs, sharks, Port Blair, convict barracks, Rutland island, cottonwoods —all, here we are. ‘The aborigines of the Andaman islands may perhaps claim the distinction of being the smallest race upon this earth, though

“a guinea to tiie boy that finds THE BOAT.” some anthropologists prefer the Bushmen of Africa, the logger Indians of America and the Terra del Fucgians. The average height is rather below four feet, although many full-grown adults may he .found who are very much smaller than this. They are a fierce, morose and intractable people, though capable of forming most devoted friendships when their confidence lias once been gained.’ Mark that’, Watson. Now, then, listen to this: ‘They are naturally hideous, having large, misshapen heads, small, fierce eyes, and distorted features. Their feet and hands, however, are remarkably small. So intractable and fierce are they that all the efforts of the British officials have failed to win them over in any degree. They have always been a terror to shipwrecked crews, braining the survivors with their stone-headed clubs, or shooting them witli their poisoned arrows. These massacres are invariably concluded by a cannibal feast.’ ” [TO UK CONTINUED.] IT TOOK THE PRIZE. How Tennyson’s “Tlmbnctoo” Passed the Examiners. There is a story connected with Tennyson’s prize poem of “Timbuctoo,” which one may surely tell without undue reverence, of a master who afterward did such wondrous work. The examiners of tlie prize manuscripts for the year were three, the vice chancellor, who had a great reputation but a violent temper, and who did not write well; a classical professor, who knew no poetry which was not in a dead language, and a mathematical professor. It was agreed that each should signify what he thought of the‘poems by the .letters “g” and “b,” for “good” and “had.” The vice chancellor had the manuscripts first. When they came to the mathematical professor he found “Timbuctoo” scored all over with “g’s.” Ho did not understand why; lie did not even understand the poem itself, and being afraid to ask the irascible vice chancellor for his reasons he also wrote “g” on the production. The classical professor thought it rather strange that both_his predecessors should admire so unintelligible a work, but, as he confessed, “he did not care one iota about the matter.” So he put down his “g” with the rest, and as no other poem had three “g’s,” the prize was unanimously awarded to the author of “Timbuctoo.” After the affair was over the three examiners happened one day to meet, and the vice chancellor, in his absolute fashion, fell to abusing the other two for their taste in admiring the poem. They replied, with some natural indignation, that they should never have dreamt of considering it, if he had not scored it all over with “g’s.” “G’s!” he'exclaimed. “They were ‘q’s’ which I put in for queries, for I couldn't understand two consecutive lines of the poem.”—Youth’s Companion. Whore the Sun Gains a Dsy. Chatham island, lying off the coast of New Zealand, m the South Pacific ocean, is one of the few inhabitable points of the globe where the day changes, it being situated exactly on the line of demarcation between dates. At that place “high 13” on Sunday or Sunday noon, ceases at the sound of the striking of the clock, and instantly thereafter it is Monday noon, or, more exactly, a few seconds after noon. On that peculiarly situated island it is possible for a person to begin his midday meal at 11:45 a. in. on Sunday and eat continuously until 12:15 Monday without consuming more than a half hour’s time or making a glutton of himself. - Appropriate to HU Need*. Shopman (savagely to agent)—lf you don't get out of my shop in doublequick time I’ll kick you out! Agent—Before you do so, sir, I’d like to show you a special line I’ve got In extra thick boots. —Tit-Bits. A lady had the wrong tooth pulled by a Detroit dentist, and sue recovered 1500 damages.

FARM AND GARDEN. TUBERCULOSIS IN COWS. It Can Be Prevented by a Proper Arrangement of the Htable. Introduce a consumptive cow into a herd, and the animal on each side of her in the common stanchions, shown in Fig. 1, will be infected from her breath and spit. Put a board partition on each side of the diseased cow, extending well out in front, and it will be long before she contaminates her neighbors, if she ever does. Exhaustive tests in Denmark, extending over two years, with 208 head show that “it is possible to rear a healthy herd on %

PIG. 1. —UNHEALTHY TIE-UP FOK COWS. farm where there is an infected herd if the two are separated bv a wooden partition, and this will prove successful, even when the calves from diseased cows, are raised.” G. N. Kinnell, a Pittsfield veterinarian, therefore advocates individual stalls for each cow, by simply runriing a partition between the stanchions, boarded up in front, with a ventilating shaft 18 inches square over each cow's head, four or six of them to join in a common shaft running through the roof. (Fig. 2 shows such partition not boarded up in front, the advisability of which we question.) He mentions a herd that escaped infection from two badly diseased cows because the sick cows were kept in stanchions boarded up in front, with a tig lit partition between each stanchion. Dr. Kinnell wisely considers some such method of separating cows the most important, simplest and cheapest means of avoiding infection. He would allow at least eight hundred cubic feet of air per stall. Besides the

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FIG. 2. —STABLE TO PREVENT SPREADING CONTAGION.

eighteen-inch overhead shaft to carry off the heated foul air, he would admit cold, pure air from behaw. For a stable of fifteen cows, He would run under it and back to the stalls a fresh air box three feet square, open at both ends outside the building, with four upright pipes two feet square at regular intervals running ttp through and a few inches above the floor, all openings to be covered with wire netting. This insures a constant supply of fresh, cool air, aDd does away with the danger of the much-dreaded draft. The germ of tuberculosis dies in sunlight, hence a stable cannot be too light and airy. It should be constructed so as to be easily and thoroughly cleaned and disinfected. The modern idea is to have cows in ell or stable separate from barn, well lighted on both sides, cement floors, manure wheeled out and spread on land daily; a row of cows on each side, so as to be fed from tlie middle floor. A partition between the cows’ heads is certainly a desirable improvement even to such a eow linter. —American Agriculturist. BUSH APPLE TREES, A Hint from England Which May Benefit American Fruit Growers. In a paper read before the fruit growers of Worcester county, England, the writer spoke of .the once famous apple orchards of that locality, and of their decline, owing to various causes, so that to-day American apples are sold at their very doors. To recover this lost ground is possible, if methods of cultivation are improved. One improvement is to grow, the trees in bush form, not by using dwarf stocks, but forming a large open bush shape on tree stocks which have been carefully prepared, and later possess an abundance of healthy fibrous roots that work and feed near the surface, while the tree branches are each a perfect cordon of fruiting wood from the stem of the tree to the extremity of each branch—quite different from the pigmy bushes grafted on Paradise and like stocks. Trees of this character may be planted B to 8 feet apart or more, and alternate trees removed, later on, to a fresh plantation, for trees with good fibrous roots are always fruitful, and can be removed with safety. Theland for at least the diameter of the branches should he held sacred to the. roots, as unless these are properly cared for the trees cannot ripen their wood and develop the embryo fruit buds. With such trees, the work of pruning, spraying, thinning and gathering is much easier, and manures are more efficiently applied. Os course the land should be well selected, in good heart and deeply cultivated before planting, so that moisture, air and heat can readily penetrate. Keep an eye to the fntnre shape of the tree and timely remove, small needles, crossing or crooked limbs, and in this way avoid severe pruning 14ter OIL

AN ANCIENT ROADWAY. Btrto,. Discovery of m Prehistoric Highway In Californio. A huntsman, who has been gunning in the territory lying south of SweeU water Dam and along the north slopes of San Miguel mountain, comes back with a story of more than usual interest. While there he came across Heman C. Cooks, of this city, who has a geological, if not a real, mining inclination, and another man. They are at work on what has already proved to be something of a surprise, and which may eventually, prove to be a very large sized senEation. It appears that in some way Cooke learned that an ancient road had been discovered leading from the river level on the north side to a point near the summit of San Miguel. He decided to investigate, but chiefly for entertainment at first. He took a pick and shovel, established a camp and prepared to make a thorough job of it. As he progressed his interest increased, for he soon'discovered that below the shifting surface of the mountain side and under the debris of vegetation a solid roadbed, well defined and thoroughly built, existed, in places were large trees, Indicating its great age. This road was followed well up into the mountains, and on the way several branch roads leading off to different spurs were easily traced. All along these roads in places Cooke found pieces of broken rock, which have given what lie believes is the clew to the construction of the road, lie had some specimens crushed which assayed well in gold and silver. This was also supported by the fact that several implements of manifestly ancient make have been found, which are believed to be mining tools. Cooke thinks he lias traced the road to the end, and at that point has found a mound which he believes is the dump from a shaft or tunnel, and his present work is to find t lie opening which will lead to the mine, lie believes its discovery is not far distant, as he has narrowed it down to a possible space of about vo hundred feet square. The conclusion is that this is an ancient and rich mine, or the road would not have been made. The discoveries are said to be more interesting to Cooke because' more than once he has dreamed oi discovering a mountain of gold and silver, with tools all at hand for. taking out the metal.— San Diego Letter in San Francisco Examiner, AN EXPENSIVE EVIL. That.ls us Apt a Name for Had Hoads as Could He Eou.itl. Good roads, like charity, should begin at home. I’copie everywhere are beginning to realize that good roads have a cash value. Properly constructed highways not only add immeasurably to the pleasure of the people but to their profit as’ well. The farmers who have for many years been organizing for the purpose of securing better and cheaper railroad transporta.ion for their marketable products, are now becoming awake to the fact that a great reform is needed right at home. An unnecessary and very expensive evil has beea permitted to exist at their very doors. They have been wasting much valuable time and horseflesh in getting products to market. They have learned that it costs more to haul a load to the station a few miles away thau it does to have it transported from the station to the faraway seaboards. This along the line of profit. In the way o pleasure they have suffered an immeasurable loss. Because of poor roads they have been more or less isolated from the world and deprived of the priceless advantages that come from association. The farmers’ sons, unable to readily get to and from the villages, have gone to the villages and cities to remain. So have many of the daughters. The lack of society has been a blight upon rural life, robbing it of the flower of its youth. Tlie same would be true of cities to a great degree if there were no good means of getting about. The farmers are going to do better, and the merchants in all the country towns will, if they are at all wise, gladly do their share towards making good roads. The.. good roads town catches the trade. A good road is a thing of beauty and a joy forever. And, besides, it pays.— Good Roads. The Temperature for Churning. A thermometer is absolutely .necessary, as the temperature of the cream, as well as the water used, should be known. When after churning half an hour in a small churn the cream is quite frothy, and though broken shows to tendency to gather farther, start warming it up by adding water, a few Quarts at a time, ten to twelve degrees Fahrenheit warmer than the cream. I would raise it thus eight to ten degrees Fahrenheit, and if it does not gather, even higher. It is wise to proceed with caution, warming gradually and churning meanwhile. 1 have run the cream to seventy-live degrees Fahrenheit and over before I could get it together. When the butter is large enough to float let it stand for a time. Then draw the milk till the butter runs, after which a few minutes’ churning will gather it —L. B. Linfield, in N. E. Farmer. Apple Tree Experiments. The Nebraska agricultural experiment station has issued a bulletin from which the following practical conclusions are drawn: drafting-wax proves better than soil or cow manure in application to injuries from mloe and rabbits. Trees in cultivated ground have darker and more vigorous foliage than those in sod ground, with less yellowing, dropping of leaves or wilting in hot, windy days Apples averaged 14 per oent greater weight on cultivated than on pasture land, and’l7 per cent greater than on mowed lend. As to moisture, for every 100 barrels of water in DO inches depth of soil on sod land, there were 140 in cultivated land. Evaporation, as anyone might suppose, was found proportionate to velocity of wind