Pike County Democrat, Volume 30, Number 45, Petersburg, Pike County, 16 March 1900 — Page 7

8b» gike ®«untg fmomt *«C> «TOOF8, editor mod Fropriotoo : INDIANA* PETERSBURG, A HIDDEN LIGHT. Ify Uncle Jim’s s wonder; He would know jest whst to 4s In a military crisis— Say. another Waterloo. He could figure In a minute How his side might win the day And get out With banners flyin’— But Bone ever came his way. In rolitfcal transactions He has foresight rare and keen. He would know what string to pull St As he stood behind the scene. In a “coo-dy-tah,” I tell you. Genius! That’s what he’d display. Changin’ all the face of hist’ry— But none ever came his way. • An’ as fur financeerin’, ■ . That is where his talent shines; He knows how folks should handle Railroad pools an’ banks an’ mines. Puttin’ through big undertaking Seems to him a pastime gay. He could fix ’em in a JHfy— But none ever came his way. Uncle Jim is livin’ quiet In his house behind the hill, An' the world goes on without him Missin’ all his brains and skill. War, diplomacy, finances Would have felt hi:: master sway Had occasion only offered— But none ever came his way. —Washington Star. \ UNCLE PETER i mnettF. Harris ^ ^ ^ < T* HERE is^a cheery old gentleman f living in u western suburb! who is wont to boast of,the number unfriends he has. N ‘’Everybody likes me,” he says, in kls open, candid way, “and of course it’s natural that they should. There ain’t no good reason why they shouldn’t like me. is there?” * Of course the person interrogated says there is no good reason and the old gentleman, recognizing in this an added tribute, to his popularity, is much gratified.

“The only enemies I ever had were the people I’ve lent money to,” he resumes. “Now, you’re a friend of mine and 1 like you, just the same as you like me; but if you was to ask me to lend you $50 I’d tell you to go plum to Jericho—then I’d keep your friendship. . S’posen I should lend you $50. Do you know what’d happen then? No, you don’t need to tell me you’d pay it back promptly, just the way you said you would. I know all about that. No, sir! “Well, mebbe you would .and mebbe you wouldn’t. Anyway, I ain’t going ’to resk it. You’re iny friend now and it’s the way I tell you: The only enemies I ever had in my life was people 1 lent money to.” It is the opinion of a nephew that the old gentleman never lent a copper penny in his life and that he is merely s theorizing when he talks of the quenching effect ol loans upon the sacred frame of friendship. At the same time he concedes that it is more than likely that his relation is right. “I’ve given him the opportunity to ^verify his position in a practical way,” said the nephew, one day. “But that >vas only when I was in a tight place.

WHERE HE COULD WATCH IT. He said he would love to do it, but he ' wasn’t going to lose the affection of his pet sister’s only boy on account of ‘ a few paltry, dirty dollars. I told him that 1 would insert an ‘unwavering affection’ clause in the note along with the interest and waiver of exemptions, but he couldn’t see it. On the whole I’m glad he didn’t. I went to a man who advertised that he assisted people of delicate sensibilities and cultured instincts. I didn’t quite see what my instincts and sensibilities had to do with the case, but it seemed to me that I hit the requirements anyway, and I went to him. ' ’ He soaked it to my delicate sensibilities at the rate of about 15 per cent, a month, and he made it rather unpleasant for me. He could raise the goose flesh on a man’s cultured instincts beyond anybody I ever went up against, but after all I don’t believe he was a marker to what tlncle Peter would be if a man owed him anything. I can imagine a man cherishing undying enmity toward Uncle Peter about 30 days after he had touched him for a five—supposing such a thing possible. You’ve heard father tell about the hoe, I haven’t you?” ‘ The father of the nephew' tells about the hoe quite frequently—or, rather, he begins to tell about it. His love for the venerable Uncle Peter hus not been dimmed by any sordid squabble over ■ borrowed money any mo.re than has that of his son, but it has been chipped ut the edges in some other way apparently. It appears that when Uncle Peter’s beard was of a v irile sandiness and long before his farm was surveyed and platted into town lots, with duly dedicated

streets and alleys naming along tfca rutabaga and cauliflower rows, Ms owned a hoe. Speaking of the cauliflower reminds the nephew's father of the time Uncle Peter’s hired man, Lem Jackson, was digging potatoes and threw some clods into the Wagon along with the tubers. He says that Unde Peter threw the clods out again and exhorted Lem to be more particular and even to take time to knock off any dirt that might stick to “them taturs." “I paid $25 an acre for that dirt, Lem,” he remonstrated. ‘‘Not only that, but I've spent a matter of $85 more for fertilizers since I took the place. What you throw into that there wagon don’t do nobody no good. It don’t hold it’s shape long enough to pass fer a tatur and gei paid for as sich; it jist grinds up inter dust and shakes out of the wagon on the road to town.” V Lem retorted: “Unde Peter, don’t you reckon you git even on that with what mud you bring in off the road in wet weather?” The hoe had been bought at the store where the pleasant and umbrageous town of Lombard now is. When it was new Uncle Peter used to treat it like a fine-tempered razor. He never allowed a hired man to use it, and'he used to bring it in with him from the field at noon and stand it up in the kitchen, where he could watch it while he ate his dinner. When the year's work was done he would give it a coat of axle grease to protect it from rust and then would lock it up in the toolshed. In course of time, however, the hoe grew dull, and Uncle Peter had to take a file fo it. After the third filing he let Lem Jackson take it to hill up the beans, and Lem got tired and leaned on it too heavity. Uncle Peter took it very had. He told Lem he would just as soon have had him haul,.off and slap him in the face. The hired man offered to pay for the hoe, and Uncle Peter said that was the least he could do. He held back $1.65 of Lem’s wages, figuring 15 cents for wagon hauling from Lombard. Then he nailed up the fracture in the handle and swathed it with wire, and, handing it to Lem, told him to use it more carefully in future.

I aunno out j ougni to cnarge you fer my time a-fixin’ it,” remarked Uncle Peter. The hired man said he’d like to know how he made that out, and “accordin’ to the way he figgered the hoe belonged ter him.” “I ain't a-goin’ to argyer with you about it.” said Uncle Peter, with dignity, “The hoe's mine. I bought an’ paid fer it. -If it was your’s I’d still be entitled to charge you forirepairs, but I didn’t say that I would charge you. I only said I ou^ht to charge you—and so I ought. By gum! 1 b’lieve I will charge you.” “When you get a man that’ll do things like that you’ve got a mighty mean man,” said Uncle Peter’s brother-in-law. “I used to pity his women folks,” he continued. “He had a right nice wife, and as saving as a woman need be— but she wasn’t saving enough for Peter. He’d go nosing around in the pantry and figuring with them on the laundry soap, and he’d pick up a scrap of something or another that he didn’t think ought to be thrown out and pack it back into the house and say: ‘See here, M’rier; these blamed spen’tlirift ways of yours had ought to be quit.’ At the same time he never got mad or mean before company. When there was eompany at the house, his wife told my wife once, she used to sit and just look at him and wonder if it could be that she was mistaken about him after all.” About this time something usually occurs to break the thread of the narrative. It seems to work the same way with the nephew, so that a nobody in the suburb has ever heard the story of the hoe in its fullness. Both father and son start in good faith, but the temptation to digress is too much for them. They cannot resist telling about the time that Uncle Peter insisted on the utilization of the water in w’hich Aunt Maria bailed the potatoes—howf he insisted that potato soup was a palatable and nutritions firtiolo of riiof nnrl

would by no means be convinced that it -.was at least necessary to peel the potatoes before boiling' them, holding the peeling of potatoes to be sinful waste. A hundred instances of their relation’s frugality tempt them to dally in side paths from the straight and beaten track. The hoe has been filed down to a stub since it was last delivered to the hired man, and there is a rumor that a man in the subdivision named Wheeler was told that a neighbor came by night and borrowed it, but beyond that is nothing but the most vague surmise. It is agreed, however, that Uncle Peter is a pleasant, chatty old man. In fact, he seems to be liked outside of his family.—Chicago Daily Record. Reflections of a Bachelor. The longer a man is married the lesso he kncfWs and the more he tells. Fashion will not be a complete success till the women get so they won’t wear the same nightgown more than once in the same week. The instinct that teaches the bird to come back to the same nest the next summer is probably the same that tells a woman exactly where to find the pin that is Sticking into a baby. When a minister gets ;nto trouble there are always some women in the church who go round saying that they never listened to his sermoi s without thinking of a sounding brass and a tinkling cymbal.—N. Y. Press. Shabby. , He—Marry me, darling, and life wifi be one grand, sweet song. She—I am not quite sure about the sweetness. On ten per week It oould only be a ragtime song.—Chicago Evening News.

THE WOBKING WOMAN Dr. Talmage Speaks Words of Encouragement to Her. Fait* am4 Ttaat la 6oi Atari Comfort tor Those Who Are Oppresses sat Strvnliat tor a ItlTellhooS. [Copyright. 1900, by Louis Klopsch.] Washington, March 1L This discourse of Dr. Talmage is an appeal for mere y in behalf of oppressed womanhood, and offers encouragement to those struggling for a livelihood; text, Ecclesiastes iv., li “Behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter.” Very long ago the needle was busy. It was considered honorable for women to toil in olden times. Alexander the Great stood in his place showing garments made by his own mother. The finest tapestries at.Bayeux were made by the queen of William the Conqueror. Augustus, the emperor; would not wear any garments except those that were fashioned by some member of hiiTroyal family. So let the toiler everywhere be respected! The needle has slain more than the sword. When the sewing machine was Invented, some thought that invention would alleviate woman’a toil and put an end to the despotism of the needle., But no; while the sewing machine has been a £reat blessing to well-to-do families in many cases, it has added to the stab of the needle the crush of the wheel, and multitudes of women, notwithstanding the reenforcement of the sewing machine, can only make, work hard as they will, between two and three dollars a week. The greatest blessing that could have happened to our first parents was being turned out of Eden after they had done wrong. Adam and Eve in their perfect state might have got along without work or only such slight employment as a perfect garden with no weeds in it demanded, but as soon as they had sinned the best thing for them was to be turned out where they would have to work. We know what a withering thing it is for man to have

iiummg 10 uo. ui me i,uw prosperous and honorable men that you know 999 had to work vigorously at the beginning. But I cm now to tell you that industry is just as important for a woman’s safety and happiness. The most unhappy women in our communities to-day are those who have no en- ] gagements to call them up in the • morning, who once having risen and breakfasted lounge through the dull forenoon in slippers down at the heel and with disheveled hair, reading the last novel, and who, having dragged through a wretched forenoon and taken their afternoon, sleep and having passed an hou»* and a half at their toilet, pick up their cardcase and go out to make calls, and who pass their evenings waiting for somebody to come in and*break up the monotony. Arabella Stuart never was imprisoned in so dark a dungeon as that. There is no happiness in an idle woman. It may be with hand, it may be with brain, it may be with foot, but work she must or be wretched forever. The little girls of our families must be started with that idea. The curse of American society is that our young' women are taught that the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, tenth,, fiftieth, thbusandth thing in their life is to get somebody to take care of them. Instead of that the first lesson should be how under God they may take care of themselves. The simple, fact is that a majority of them do have to take care Of themselves and that, too, after having through the false notions of their parents wasted the years in which they ought to have learned how successfully to fnaintain themselves. We now and here declare the inhumanity, cruelty and outrage of that father and mother who pass their daughters into womanhood having given them no facility for earning their livelihood.

June, ur oitici &aiu. u is> uui i writings that I am proud of, but the fact that I have facility in ten occupations in any one of which I could make a livelihood.” You say you have a fortune to leave them. O man and woman! Have you not learned that, like vultures? like hawks, like eagles, riches have wings and fly away? Though you should be successful in leaving a competency behind you, the trickery of executors may swamp it in u night, or some officials in our churches may get up a mining company and induce your orphans to put their money into a hole in Colorado and if by the most skillful machinery the sunken money cannot be brought up again prove to them that it was eternally decreed' that that was the way they were to lose it and. that it went in the most orthodox and heavenly style. Oh, the damnable schemes that professed Christians will engage iu until God puts His fingers into the collar of the hypocrite’s robe and strips it clear down to the bottom! You have po right because you are well off to conclude that your children are going to be well off. A man died leaving a large fortune. His son fell dead in a Philadelphia grogshop. His old comiades came in and said as they bent over his corpse: ‘‘What is the matter with you, Boggsey?” The surgeo3i standing over him said: “Hush, ye! He is dead!” “Oh, he is deadl” they said. “Come, boys, let us go and take a drink in memory of poor Boggsey!” Have you nothing better than money to leave your children ? If you have not, but send your daughters into the world with empty brain and unskilled hand, you are guilty of assassination, homicide, infanticide. There ate women toiling in our cities for two or three dollars a week who were the daughters of merchant *»»nces. These suffering ones now

would be glad to have the crumbs that once fell from their father’s table. That wornout, broken shoe that she wears is the lineal descendant of the $12 gaiter in which her mother walked, and that torn and faded calico had ancestry of magnificent brocade that swept I’ennsyhrania avenue and Broadway dean without any expense to the street commissioners. Though you live in an elegant residence and fare sumptuously every day, let your daughters feel it is a disgrace :!or them not to know how to work. I denounce the idea prevalent in society that, though our young women may embroider slippers and crochet and make mats for lampB to stand on without disgrace, the idea of doing anything for a livelihood is dishonorable. It is a shame for a young woman belonging to a large family to be inefficient when her father toils his Kie away for her support. So far as I can understand, the line of respectability lies between that which is useful and that which is useless. If women do that which is of no value, their work is honorable. If they do practical work, it is dishonorable. That our young women may escape the censure of doing dishonorable vrork, I shall particularize. You may knit a tidy for the back of an armchair, but by no means make the money wherewith to buy the diair. You may with a delicate brush beautify a mantel ornament, but die rather than earn enough to buy a marble mantel. You may learn artisfi&music until you can squall Italian, bdfVnever sing “Ortonville” or “Old Hundredth.” Do nothing practical if you would, in the eyes of refined society, preserve your respectability. I scout these finical notions. ' I tell you a woman, no more than a man, has alright to occupy a place in this world unlesf she pays a rent for it. In the course of a lifetime you consume whole harvests and droves of cattle and every day you live and breathe 40 hogsheads of good, pure air. You must by some kind of usefulness pay for all this. Our race was the last thing created—the birds and fishes on the fourth day, the cattle and lizards on the fifth day and man on the sixth day. If geologists are right, the earth was 1,000,000 of years in the possession of the insects, beasts and birds before pur

x tivc vauic upuu ii. J.JJL uuc acuot were invaders. The cattle, the lizards and the hawks had preemption right. The question is not what we are to do with lizards, and summer insects, but what the lizards and summer insects aro to do with us. 11 we want a place in this world, v*e mqst earn it. The partridge makes its own nest before it occupies it. The lark by its morning song earns its breakfast before it eats it, and the Bible gives an intimation that the first duty of an idler is to starve when it says: “If he will not work, neither shall he eat.” Idleness ruins the health, and very soon nature says: “This man has refused to pay his rent. Out with him!” Society is to be reconstructed on the subject of woman’s toil. A vast- majority of those who would have woman industrious shut her up to a few kinds of work. My judgment in this matter is that a woman has a right to do anything she can do well. There should be no department o% merchandise, mechanism, art or science barred against her. If Miss Hosmer has genius for sculpture, give her a chisel. If Bosa Bonheur has a fondness for delineating animals, let her make “The Horse Fair.” If Miss Mitchell will study tfstronomy, let her mount the starry ladder. If Lydia will te a merchant, let her Sell purple. If Lucretia Mott will preach the Gospel, let her thrill with her womanly eloquence the Quaker meeting house. Years ago, one Sabbath night in the vestibule of our church, after service, a woman fell in convulsions. The doctor said she needed medicine not sc; much as something to eat. As she be gan to revive in her delirium she said* gaspingly: “Eight cents! Eight cents! I wish I -could get it done. I am so tired. I wish I could get some sleep, but I must get, it done. Eight cents! Eight cents!” We found afterward that she was making garments for eight cents, apiece and that

sne couia make out tnree oi tnem m a day. Hear it! Three times eight are 24. Hear it, men and women who have comfortable homes! Some of the worst villains of our cities are the employers of these women. They beat them down to the last penny and try to cheat them out of that. The woman must deposit a dollar or two before she gets the garments to work on. When tKe>work is done it is sharply inspected, the most insignificant flaws picked out and the wages refused and sometimes the dollar deposited not given back. The Women’s Protective union reports a case where one of the poor souls, finding a place where she could get more wages, resolved to change employers and went to get her pay for work done. The employer said: “I hear you are going to leave me?” “Yes,” she said, “and I have come to get what you owe me.” He made no answer. She said: “Are you not going to pay me?” “Yes,” he said, “I will pay you,” and he kicked her downstairs. Oh, that Women’s Protective union! The blessings of Heaven be on it for the merciful and Divine work it is doing in the defense of toiling womanhood. What tragedies of suffering are presented to them day by day! A paragraph from their report: “Can you make Mr. Jones pay me? He owes me for three weeks at $2.50 a week, and I can’t get anything, and my child is very sick.” The speaker, a young woman lately widowed, burst into a flood of tears as she spoke. r> She was bidden to come again the next afternoon and repeat her story to the attorney at his usual weekly hearing of frauds and impositions. Means were found by wnich Mr. Jones was induced to pay the $7.50.” Another paragraph from their re

port: “A fortnight had pasted, when she modestly hinted a desire to know how much her services were worth. *011, my dear,* he replied, *you are get* ting to he one of the most valuable hands in the trade. Yen will always get the very best price. Ten dollars a week you will be able to earn very easily.* And the girl’s fingers flew on with her work at a marvelous rate. The picture of ten dollars a week had almost turned her head. A few nights later, while crossing the ferry, she overheard the name of her employer in the conversation of girls who stood near: ‘What, John Snipes? Why, he don’t pay! Look out for him every time. He’ll keep you on trial, as he calls it, for weeks, and then he’ll let you go, and get some other fool!’ And thus Jane Smith gained her warning against the swindler. But the union held him in the toils of the law until he paid the worth of each of those days of *trial.’ ** Another paragraph: “Her mortification may be imagined when told that one of the two dive-dollar bills which she had just received for her work was counterfeit. But her mortification was swallowed up with indignation when her employer denied having paid her the money and insultingly asked° her to prove it. When the Protective union had placed this matter in the courts, the judgi said:, ‘You will pay Eleanor the amount of her claim, $5.83, and also the costs of the court.* ” How are these evils to be eradicated? Some say: “Give woman the ballot.” What effect such ballot might have on other questions I am not here to discuss, but what would be the effect of female suffrage on women’s wages? I do not believe that woman will ever get justice, by woman’s ballot. Indeed women, oppress’ women as much as men do. Do not women, as much as men, beat down to the lowest figure the woman who sews for them? Are not women as sharp as men on washerwomen and milliners cand mantua makers. If a woman asks one dollar for her workdTdoes not her female employer ask hov if she will not take 90 cents? You say: “Only ten cents difference.” But that is sometimes the difference between Heaven and hell. Women often have less commiseration for women than men. If a woman steps aside from the path of rectitude,

man may lor^ive, w uuiuu iic*cr. Woman •will never get justice doae her from woman’s ballot? Neither will she get it from man’s ballot. How then? God will rise up for her. God has more resources than we know of. But there is something for women to do. Let young people prepare to excel in spheres of work, and they will be able after awhile to get larger wages. Unskilled and incompetent labor must take what is given; skilled and com* petent labor will eventually make its own standard. Admitting that the law of supply and demand regulates these things, I contend that the demand for skilled labor is very great and the su{£ ply very small. Start with the idea that work is honorable and that you can do some one tiling better than anybody else. Resolve that, God helping, you will take care of yourself. If you are after awhile called into another relation, you will be all the better qualified for it by your spirit of selfreliance, or if you are called to stay as you are you can be happy and selfsupporting. Poets are fond of talking about man as an oak and woman .the vine that climbs it, but I have seen many a tree fall that not only went down itself, but took all the vines with it. I can tell you of something stronger than an oak for an ivy to climb on, and that is the throne of the great Jehovah. Single or affianced, that woman is strong who leans on God and does her best. Many of you will go single-handed through life, and you will have to choose beA tween two characters. Young woman, 1 am sure you will turn your back upon the useless, giggling, irresponsible nonentity which society ignominjouslv acknowledges to be a woman and ask God to make you a humble,’ active, earnest Christian. What will become of that womanly disciple of the world? She is more thoughtful, of the attitude she strikes upon the carpet than how she will look in the judgment ; more worried about her freckles than her sins; more interested in her apparel than in her redemption. The dying actress whose life had been vicious said: “The scene closes. Draw the curtain.” Generally the tragedy comes first and the farce afterward, but in her life it was first the farce of a useless life and then the tragedy of a wretched eternity. -

■ ’ Compare the life and death of such a?one with that of some Christian aunt that was onc'te a blessing to your housebold. I do not know that she was ever asked to give her hand in marriage. She lived single, that-^, untrammeled, she might be everybody’s blessing. Whenever the sick were to be visited or; the poor to be provided with bread she went with a blessing. She could pray ! or sing: “Rock of Ages” for any sick pauper who asked her. As she got older there were days when she was a little sharp, but for the most part auntie was a sunbeam, just the one for Christ-* mas eve. She knew better han anyone else how to fix things. Her every prayer, as God heard it, was full of everybody who had trouble. The brightest things in all the house dropped from her fingers. She had peculiar notions, but the grandest notion she ever had was to make you happy. She dressed well— but her highest adornment was that oj a meek and quiet spirit, which, in the. sight of God, is of great price. When she died, you all gathered lovingly about her, and as you carried her oir to rest the Sunday School class almos covered her coffin with japonieas, am , the poor people stood at the end of t% alley, with their aprons to their eyes sobbing bitterly, and the man of th.: world said, with Solomon: “Her prlc was above rubies,” and Jesus, as unt the maiden in. Judea, commanded: 4, say unto thee, arise!”

SiP'i NISH STEEL ROAD. lavlBtr » U« Coat at Regain PifcS* fa* X a GMitraetloa iat a ¥«rr Short Time. In r^c-tonse to inquiries made by th* depart: ent of state, Consul Washing?* ‘ ton a t> Valencia, Spain, has given the following report of a steel roadway that fafau been in use in that country for serel yean: **The road between Valencia and Grao is two miles in length, and an average of 3,200 vehicles pass over it daily,! Until 1892, it was constructed of flint «t< ne. The annual cost of keep* ingit :p -epair was about 35,000 pesetas. At the ate of exchange at that date, this jm ounted to $5,470. “The construction of a steel roadway wi s determined on, and the annual tral hea\ :o it of keeping in repair the cen:o?ie of road thus relieved from t raffic—which proceeds over the steel rtils—is now only 2,500 pesetas, CO,94C pesetas ($9,506). in d mdl was: or aboiit $3S0 at the present rate of exchan »e. • , A l elgium firm received the contract t > furnish the steel work, having tit s less than Spanish firms at I‘an • < na and Bilbao. “Ti e, length of road so built ih 3.3 kilo!c.e;;ers (1.9S8 miles). The cost per kiloice.er (0.62137 mile) was 44,100 pest t t ($6,890.). * “'lie total cost of the road laid was The expense *' : Pesetas. Stee c instruction ..44,106-.$M80 Transportation and laying stee: construction .. 2.256— 507 Bind! ik stone construction betwfeuf rails and lateral xones.12,600— 2.189 Tot;*! ........60,960-49.56$ “Th ■ rails, during the seven years they 1 ave been in position, exhibit a wear >f one’ decimal of a millimeter yeajrly, anil have not required repairing “An pie room is allowed between the nils for two horses to -walk abrea st. Horses do not appear to slip on ra Is of this construction. •Vit each side of the rail are layer* of bii ding stones, the paved road being higl er than the face of the rails. “fake municipality of Valencia is of opinion that the saving in cost of repairs through a road of, this- description: J pays for its construction in a short time, apd other and simitar roadways are in contemplation.” I

COOPERATION PAYS. Mljchlsan Farmer Explains Hour Ona U< ad In His State Wan Permanently Improved, ' One of the disadvantages under which our farmers are laboring is poor roads. This being*, a sandy country, the r; is scarcely a time during, any •t of the year that our roads are o<|. Something like five years ago, >i t 25 farmers came together and e ed to haul marl one day free if ;i township would allow them to take *. narl from its bed. The township s willing, and about 20 men volunT id to shovel and level the marl, and the first half mile was laid. That bail proved such a success that the xt year another half mile was put ivi n. This marl packed down so hard dad made such excellent bed for gravel ha 1 the farmers donated $225 and laor*for about one quarter mile of grav« This being put on in what was alvaf?s a \yet place it was spread about tig it inqhes thick. Next year$250 was jcjol ectetli and about one-half tile was put down, spreading this only about foe* inches. This year only $100 was col ected, but a quarter-mile strip was ,pui down, finishing the mile started ■>ivt years- before. Besides this about a h alf mile of marl was put down ready for-: gravel next fall. * t This method of making a road is a go id one. for if the marl is onee packed down and if gravel Ife then added the Resulting roadbed is as hard as tuicadam. Next year the township .vi 1 try to raise $600 for gravel if the ‘tit mere will pledge their labor toward ge.ting it down, and now about a year be ore. it is needed three-fourths of the labor is promised. This shows what formers can do if their town is too pb§>r to make good roads. This is th® so *t of cooperation that pays.—Michigan Letter, in Orange Judd Farmer. FOR REMOVING WEEDS, b.; Perfect Implement for DtKKing Uf the Roots of Quack Gra«» and Other Peat*. IA perfect instrument for digging up lie roots of such pests as quack grass ;ii;d Canada thistles and the like is not :e. existence, but the little implement : lil owa in the illustration answers very : w all on plowed ground. The head (a)

WEED-REMOVING DEVICE. j i six inches square and six feet long*, jnto this head are inserted steel teeth b) one inch square at the top, running to a sharp point. They are two feet long and are placed at an angle of ‘ 0 degrees with the tongue (e). The tongue is fitted to the head, properly jraced, and a seat is so placed that a lriver can ride, if necessary, and force :he teeth to their full depth. The *oots of the quack grass collect on these teeth, and at intervals are removed by lifting the implement up as you would an old-fashioned hay rake. —A. K. Cross, in Orange Judd Farmer. --- Bodily fat may be out of place in the dairy, but never let it be starved away,.