Rensselaer Republican, Volume 28, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 December 1895 — Page 2

WRITE HER EVERY DAY. have you a wife? Write her every day. ! {Half the joy is out her life V hen you are away; iVvrite her from the speeding ear; fk'ever mind the thump and jar . ; Write her every day. (You are in the stirring world, ' She at homo must stay, Conscious von are being whirled Farther yet away. fThere iso’s watching, waiting. lisVnitig, {With heart beating, With eyes glist’ning, /Quick to catch the postman's, glist’ning Write,-her every day. -■* I {Would you scjje kind agrvjee render, Sweet-attention pay? When,y-otv are away; : fWotild you til! horhoine life brighten? [Would you all her sorrowplightcn V (Bonds of sweet .affeH ionftfeht eu '! ‘ Write liWr every day. ,- ; > IA ad, however far you wander. . I am stile 'i would pay, jOould you see her read and j*mder ; Over, what yoii say; jHuTo'your tablet in your grip. tFountnin pen charged to the tip, • fTlien don't let the chances slip—j , . • Write her every day. ,If you chance to gush a little ■ —Ami perhaps you may —■ Kho will grant won lull acquittal, it js.safe tb say; tWrile her genuine love letters, (ltivet ing anew love’s fetters; iThese arc Cupid's best abettors— Write her every day. . —Travelers' Magazine.

“BOSS ."

A roughr-broiui dog feat aT tho very 'edge of the tumble-down breakwater, life was looking steadily seaward. «lle rwtjs evidentlyjold, and he was scarred jby many fights, but Ills sunken mouth, teliowed that lie would not fight again, . /victoriously. ■ ; He was gaunt from a life oflnsuffiiclent food, but- yet he had the air of a •dog who is loved. Sometimes lie tin-nod from lit< wr/t* »t the sea and glanced behind him at a •child who was sitting- in a Avhoelhaivrow a few feet away. Every time he glanced thus he slightly Wagged his ibtump of a tail, and the child smiled, or ishe said in a soft voice: r “Good Boss'” ' And then Boss wagged harder; but he could not give much attention to his companion, for his whole heart was 'with that bent old woman who was •up to her in the Water by the out- - •ennost ledge. It was there that the {lrish moss grew, and at low tide the •woman could gather it. B,bc thrust her mrm down to the-shoulder each time >for her handful of utoss. k Slie was wot, •sodden wet-, save for a small place Kcross her b&ek. She had a man’s straw hat fastened n>y a small rope tightly under her cliin. flier face looked a hundred years-old. Hi was in irijtb„ seveni.v-fihL,seamod «nd leathery; and It was a face you loved to look at. ‘ _r r~ Every few moments she raised her tiead and put lier dripping hand up over flier eyes as she turned toward the landg •die was at first dazzled by the glare of •ft.ie water, ■ When site looked up thus •the little girl in the wheelbarrow always waved her hat; then a dim, beautiful smile-would come iu the faded eyes. & v “It’s jest a doin’ of her lots of good,” *hc would say aloml. “I'm awful glad 3 wheeled her down. I wish now I'd brought her down oftcuer this summer.” i Twice ns she 'looked shoreward, she eallecTout shrilly: “Boss, you take care of her; won’t you, Boss?”. Then Boss pricked up his ears and shook his tail, and the girl laughed and said kho gTiepsea sbe’n’ Boss ’could git along first-rate. “We’re use’t to It, ain’t we. Boss?” When she said this the dog got up, came to her side, gave her a swift lick across the cheek, then hurried back nnd sat down on the edge of the planks again. Once the woman out in the water slipped and fell splashing, and Boss jumped up, •’whining in a piteous quaver, sipd would not be comforted even when •the child said soothingly: “Never mind, old felloty!" But when the woman floundered to hffufeet again and cried “all right-!” the dog sat down. Stiff he frequently gave a little whine under his breath, lie was thinking that this was the first summer when he had gone out mossing with his dearest friend, and he could not understand why lie was so stiff and clumsy; that he was unable to ruu over the slippery rocks and keep elose to her, nosing the moss she picked up, poking over lobsters and crabs, and seeing that nothing happened to fieri Something was the matter with his legs, and with the whole of him, somehow, 1 nml he could not get over the rocks. Was it the same thing that kept him from gnawing bones? And he liked them just as well as over. lie noticed •that the young dog who liyed-down the load could crack bones without any trouble, It was alf'very mysterious. When fie lay In tfic sun near where the moss was drying, dozing and snapping at the flies, lie often looked as if he were thinking of all these things. And what did the girl’s grandmother mean only yesterday when sho had stroked his head and said: “I’oor old Boss! You’re gittin’ old, Jen’s X be. ’Twon’t be no kind of a place round tbls house ’th out Boss.” He had muzzled his head under her baud when she had spoken thus, but lie didn’t Understand.. •How pleasant tills bright day was •with Its sunny, gentle east wind—a wind that brought sweet, salt smells drpiu the ocean, ! The child sniffed the bracing odor.

’ and stretched out her hands, smiling happily. p To be sure, she couldn’t walk, but granny wheeled her to the breakwater, where she could see the moss gathered. ' dt was alow course of Tides, and now the wat ■ had gone far out so that one could gei to one of the ledges where the moss grew. Granny had no boat as most of the inossers had -there were some boats now farther along,, mud little Molly could see the men put their long-ham-died Topes down arntrilfa w them up Tull. She knew that those men made more motley than her grandmother, but then, she didn't know much about money. Some of the neighbors often said that they .themselves couldn’t asTord -to - keep- n-apTg: —When they -said this granny.shut her lips tight, and the rhe dog's liead. V .‘v they don’t know much about a ffig.” -siio told Molly, “ ’n/ I guess’s Jong’s We got anything to eat. Boss'll •have some of it; eh, old feller?" Molly sank back on her pillow in tin* barrow. She amused herself by almost dosing her eyes so that the sea seemed to come up nearer. Truth crimple in Sparks;,q£ lire. Then she would open her lids wide, and the great stretch of ; water would- flash blindingly on "her vision. She played at this for a long time; and always in front of her was the dog; she had grotfn up in the conviction tha Mil was well if he was near. Soon everything grew deliciously dim and then dear, and the salt smell was sweeter, and she was walking over, the hard sand as straight as anybody, holding her head up strongly. She did not know she was asleep. It was real to her that she was walking. Suddenly she sat Upright In her wheelbarrow, clutching the sides of it. Boss was-'not there: Had lie larked? Or had someone called? She looked off to the ledge. She saw Boss leaping -went as if lie were a young dog- lie went like a creature possessed. He '-seemed rib;, to lcap, but to fly ffom one rock to another, over the still, green pools. yoml him, shining water. Where was granny? . , ——— The child tried to scream, but she felt as if in a nightmare; and could not make a sound. Oh! there was something down between the rocks on the far side of the ledge. It was there that Boss was going. And there was the mosser in liis-' boat, putting lifs rake down just as lie had been doing/when the child, had gone to sleep. For *an instant she thought she was dreaming. But Boss was gone and—yes—there was something among the rocks—it was granny’s hat sticking up; and it'did not move. Molly tried again to scream, and it was as if her heart would break in the trying. Her voice was. only a hoarse kind o? a whisper; • But there! Boss lias reached his . f rien d—could not. Between his attempts he barked, lie howled; nay, he screamed. Was liis heart breaking also? At last the mosser out there held his rope just above the water and gazed towards the shore, listening. The wind was off the sea and sounds from the land did not come dearly. The man „saw little Molly Towne on the breakwater. Had she cried out? And was that'the Towne dog carrying oil so JX On the rocks? Boss was down by the still figure that' was lying in the shallow pool'. He was struggling with it, making frantic efforts to pull it’ from the water. Outlined on the breakwater, against the dazzle of the blue sky, the man saw Molly rise up in her barrow as if she would, walk, and -then fall back again. "Good God!" he cried. He - dropped the rope into the water, caught up his oars and rowed to the ledge. All the -time he rowed he saw Mrs. Towne’s motion!ess form lying there, and life dog trying to help her. As he stepped out of his boat an’d began slipping and jumping over the rocks, the woman moved and raised her head. He saw her reach out her hand to thg dog; he saw the dog throw himself down and lick her face eagerly. “That you. Jim Stowed?” she asked, “I guess I’ve broken my leg. I slipped. I’ve mossed twenty year, ’n’ I never slipped to speak of before.” She spoke tremblingly, but with pride. “I s’pose I fainted, or something.” “I’ll git you right iuto the boat,” said Jim Stowell briskly, “ ’n’ take you home iu no time." Boss stood close by watching the man. Mrs. Towne looked to the shore, saw -tire child, -waved her hand and called cheerily, “all right!" And Molly shook her handkerchief feebly, though she_tried to shake it, vigorously. “I- do hope she didn’t see me fall," said the woman. It was not easy to get her iDto the boat, and she winced and grew pale, but she helped all she could p.nd madeno sound. , * , When she was in aAlast, J m took" up his oars to go round to the ejumly landing. There stood Boss shivering on a rock. All at once he appeared older than ever; it seemed as- If he could hardly stand. ‘ "Take him;'too,*’ satd his mistress. “No, let him walk.” “I want you to take him. I tell you,” almost fiercely. “He's too old 'n.' stiff to walk on the rocks.” -• __ “Oh!” with a laugh. “You oughter" 1 seen him goin’ after you!” The man began to row. Tears came Into Mrs. Towne's eyes. Her voice was choked. “You've got to take him," she said, “or you needn't take me." ' "Ob- if you feel like that—” Jim

lifted the dog Into the boat, and Bos* crouched down by his friend, who put her hand op him. He leaned more and moreheavily on her; his eyes were fixed on herfaue^ She hail Hung-up her hand again to the child. Lying there on the “net moss a t “file bottom of the boat she could look, without moving, into the dog's He pressed yet closer. With a curiously quick movement she managed to draw him even nearer. She bent her head-to his head. ritle lav s too hard on ye!” said Jim, “lent me pull him away." “Don't touch Inn'S!” she cried iu a sharp voice. The next moment she said hoarsely: the Chap Book. “

SQUIRRELS ARE SHREWD.

It Takes a Smart Hunter to Get a Shot at Hushytail. ~~ ;■ “Of course,” said tlie hunter, “evei;y-' body knows that when a man with a gun comes atone the gray squirrel goes around on the other side of the tree. Hi* .dnesn’i rrQi killed if he pan help it, and, he: can help himself pretty well. I renlemDer oiice cOfif.ug across a gray squirrel up a big oak; he was dtit on a branch about forty feet from the ground.’ Tie saw me as quick as I did him—quicker, I guess -and When I was ready to fire he was around on the other side of the branch. This branch was very small, only a little bigger than the squifrel, but he, hugged it so close and he was in such perfect line with me that you couldn’t see anything of him at all except a little bit of tlie tip •of ills tail that was blown out bv a strong wind. I blazed away at him and’never touched liiiivT Then I went arqund on the other side of the tree, -thinking that" possibly I could get a shot at him from tpere, but as I went one way lie went the other and time I had got over on the other side ho was on the aide I had come from and -In-just its pei’feetTinewviifKpTe as ho wasat first, and just as safe, ffried him agarn witlr just t lie sa me result. “Then I milled a stake out of a rail fence near by and planted it in the ground-on one side-oft lie ireo and hung my coat on it, and went myself over to the other side; I thought that possibly I might make the squirrel think there were two men there, or put him iu doubt long enough to enable me toget a shot at him, but lie never paid the slightest attention to the coat. I don’t suppose it would have made auy difference to him if I’d opened a clothing storerihere; he knew the man witli tiie gun, and it was the gun that he was’ looking out for. Well, we dodged around that tree fbr quite a spell longer. There wasn’t Any other tree heat by tliat-the squirrel could gn to, and ho knew his only safety lay in sticking to the one he was in, and the way he did stick to it and keep around always on the other side of that branch was something wonderful. I fired five or six shots at him altogether ami tilled the branch under him halt full of shot, but never touched him, and when I thought I had Wasted time and ammunition enough I left him.”—New York Sun. "j

Another Interpretation.

What is commonly called inspiration may sometimes be only another naaie. for conceit. An uneducated young sari mer preseuted-iiimself at a Presbyterian conference and said lie wanted to be ordained as a preacher. “I ain't had any great learning,” ho said, frankly, “but I reckon I’m called to preach. I’ve had a vision three nights running; that’s why I am here.” “What was your vision?” inquired one of the elders. “Well,” said the young man, “I dreamt I see a big. round ring in the sky, and iu the middle of it were two great letters—P. C. I knew that meant Presbyterian Conference, and here I am.” There was an uncomfortable pause, which was broken by an elder who knew the young mail, and was well Acquainted with the poverty of his family and the neglected gondition of ■their farm. “I have* nqt any gift at reading visions,” said the old man, gravely, as lie rose from his seat, “but I’d like to put It to my young friend whether he doesn’t think it possible those two letters may have stood fbr. ‘Plant Corn’?” This version was finally accepted by the applicant.

Canceled the Deeree.

One of the Portuguese kings—who has Semitic blood in his veins—married a, ( bigoted wife, who once persuaded him to order ,the banishment of all Jews, and to issue a decree commanding that all those who were in any way “tainted” with Hebrew blood should .wear white hats, in order that they might be recognized and subjected to ostracism. The prime minister, finding' remonstrances Ineffective, pretended compliance with the edict, and, presenting him Self before his majesty, drew forth from under his cloak two white hats, which ho solemnly placed upon the table. The astonished king inquired the meaning of the'extraordinary action of the ijremier. the latter: “I have come prepared to obey your majesty’s commands, with one hat for you and the other for myself.” The king had, tho good sense to laugh and to cancel the decree concerning tha *liats.

Forgot Himself.

Archbishop Trench was a vjetim of absent-mindedness. Dining at home one evening, lie found fault with the flavor of the soup. Next evening he dined out at a large dinner-pariy; Forgetting fbr the moment that he was not in his own house but a guest, 'fie observed Across the table to Mrs. Trench! “This soup Is, my dear, again a failure." Some men w*ho are so attached to a farm that rather than give It up they will splke/it down with a mortgage.

OUR RURAL READERS.

- -- _ ■ ; . . , • - •_ SOMETHING HERE THAT WILL INTEREST THEM. A Winter, Poultry Honae that Has Much to Commend It—New Way to Keep Green Fodder—Hog-Killing; KucKcationa—Home-made Scraper. “ Winter Poultry Honae. _. r The nceompanyingillusfratlon, taken from the Agriculturist, shows a poultry house that has much to commend it. For best results fowls must have a chance to scratch in the open air in winter and in stormy weather, and that, too, witliout be ing ol>lig etl togo -ont o-t he snawor out into the rain. An open scratching shod answers the purpose admirably. Such a house may be built to a somewhat extended length, as suggested in the illustration, ana so be used for a number of-lncedj, dl 1 sol 1 numerous flocks of th’e kgme breed; or It may be made of a length to have a single closed room and an accompanying open .sh’ed. The, latter may have a stout cloth curtalifTo fitTlown snugly over the opening on days when the snow would drift into the sheds. Plenty of light would come through the doth to make it a pleasant place for fowls to

COMFORTABLE POULTRY HOUSE.

scratch in, even on siormy days; or a light pair of doors, with some glass in tliem. Cfilli] lie used. Kadi closed room, and open shod Should have their yard in front, and litter khould be provided in the shed in which to scatter grain. Such a scratching room will also ho found serviceable in hot weather, when to be found, Doors open straight through the entire building, those being located on the back side. , To Keep Green Fodder. In the first place, let me say that during the past year we have been struggling with the question of green feed, libw to grow and how to preserve it. The trouble has been to preserve the food as nearly green as possible "without danger of rotting, and without' the expense of building a silo, and It was thought til’s might he accomplished by stacking the corn when well cured between layers of straw. We commenced our stack with a foot of straw on the ground, then a layer of-.the green grain, then another foot of straw, and so on till the stack was completed, says the Manitoba Farmer. We now a stack containing between fifty and sixtg tons of feed. The fodder is in verylgood condition—the stack having been opened just shortly before I left. The corn did not freeze. We chopped it before feeding. I think I may say that we have solved the problem of green feed and its preservation. We averaged fourteen tons to the acre of North Dakota Flint, and it cost us at the rate of ?T.40 per ton green. Home-made Earth Scraper. Iron shovels or scrapers for removing earth are somewhat expensive. A good substitute’can be made at-home, after the plan shown in the accompanying illustration. It should bo of hard wood, and the edge in front should

EARTH SCRAPER.

be covered with sheet iron, after which an old' piece of crosscut saw may be fastened beneath the edge and turned up at' the sides, as shown in the sketch. The iron, straps to which-the chain is attached should go around the back as weij as the sides of the scraper, to give strength. Such an implement is exceedingly handy on the farm for leveling off ridges and tilling depression's,! and for scraping, up into heaps the manure that becomes scattered over the, barnyard.—Orange Judd Farmer. A Select List of Apples. An enthusiastic reader of the Independent asks for a list of ten apples aud ten pears for successive home use. He wishes them to cover the year from July to May. lam sure that, if such a list were made out once a month, moro inquiries would come in covering the same ground. But here is a list that will go: Red Astrakhan, Summer Rose, Early Strawberry, Gravenstein, Hubbardston, Pound Sweet, Fameure, Shiawasse Beauty, King, Northern Spy, Rhode Island Greening, Swaar, lioxbury Russet. That is as near ten as I can get and not leave out too many. As it is, I omit half a dozen very choice fruits. As for ten pears, I should se’ect Margaret, Bartlett, Flemish Beauty, Sheldon, Lawrence, Anjou, Josephine aud Quince Bonne on quince stock. This does not include all really choice pears, but Is a good list, aud will reach from August to April. Hog-Killing Suggestions. The work of hog killing Is always done in cold weather. The alteration of exposure to severe winds and to a temperature of scalding water makes tfijb work doubly disagreeable. It will pay for health and comfort to have the work of dressing the hog done under a shed where snow and winds cannot come. For very heavy hogs ropes an'd tackle to aid iu lifting the carcasses

will be a great askhsj;airce and Savlng of heavy laluir. It is well also to have • a thormomeior to test the water for scalding. Many farmers thirik-fhey can guess this closely enough, but they waste more time from having water too hot, thus setting the hair more firmly than would pay for a dozen thermometers. The temperature of waiter for scalding should be between 180 and 190 degrees. When tfie water is thrown on the hog cover-it quickly with hair or woolen-cliMii-srui]tii ihe lieat has offected;the loosening of the hair. Slow aiid Fust Husking. There is a great difference in the amount of corn that cam be husked by mem who lia vp liad equal practice in the nrr; •Much depends on • how the busker began when he learned his business. We remember an old man who had always a n apparently slow motion in haiidlihg- stalks a nil' detaching the husks from 4lw cars. Yet lie would husk-forty to fifty bushels of good corn in ardiTy, putting np the istalks as he went along. Tim secret; was that he made every motion tell. There was just the same way of scaring the stalk each time, and tin* method of stripping tlieTiTfsks qnct breaking off” the ear. It makes hard work for the hands-if pursued all day. It usually takes sixty to seventy ears ot corn to fill a bushel basket so that it will shill out a bushel. . Multiply this by forty or fifty bushels, and it will be seen that there is no,jime to be lost by a busker who will get ou t tlia t number of bushels of ears in a day. - Ex. A New Mechanical Milker. - irtintirms-g:tsptpe''pTrssesTidoTrg-the" bottom of the manger in front of each stall, .j ancT to it is attached a rubber hose four feet long, to which are attached {lie milking-cups. These cups are fastened over the teats of the cow, and arc ln.dd there by air-pressure, the ! suction quickly drawing the milk from ; The udder. The pressure for fin*.entire Lmimher of cows is summed by a inaI chine outdoors, says Hoard’s Dairyman. • .'J’he cows fain- very kindly to the new ; meciiaqi snuc111 fact, if their actions t con fit for anything, it is away ahead of tin* old process. The iron pipe leads j to a large reservoir, and 1 lie most absoj lute cleanliness is insured. Two men j can fasten tlie-cups and milk one hunI dred cows an hour. Feed Your Grain. j It sounds passing strange in these ; days of cheap oats,„ cheap corn and i cheap barley, and butter at a good | price, to hear farmers talking about sell- ! ing their grain, says Hoard’s Dairyj mall. There are’three* pounds of butj tor in a bushel of oats or corn or bar- | ley, when fed to a good butter-produc-ing cow. Can ft man sell his grain at any better price, in these times, than to turn it into butter? Some men seem fearfully afraid'of trusting the cow, while they will go it blind on a horse ! or a hog. I Low, lljagon. Wheels from I,ogs. . P f'kdect a log of the desired size from a gum sycamore, or 'any other hard | timber that does not split readiiy. Saw off (lie wheels, making them the desired thickness,, says tlie Agriculturist. Then take out the spokes from an old • wagon wheel, square the hub and fit Into ’the center of the log wheel. The wheel is then completed, and will last »many years on farms, or even for the j road, If well taken care of. Many of ! these are in.use in this locality, and are I quite satisfactory. Killing’lnsects. * Late,,frosts and severe winters will not kill insects in the ground. - It is favorable to insects and parasifds when the ground is hard and frozen throughout the entire winter. When the ground is plowed, however, late in the fall or early in the spring, so as to subject lusects to dampness, as well as alternate - wanning and freezi n g weather, they are then destroyed. It is the exposure to the surface which they cannot endure. o Keep the Horse Mangers Cleon. To clean out the feed boxes iu the horse stable, every day will be time well spent The leavings of cut feed will sour and become offensive to any animal, says the Massachusetts Ploughman, and, ivorse than this, it will be productive of disease qf various kinds. It is a good plan to bavin a small slioyel, such as is used with the kitchen stove, for this work, gathering the uneaten food daily, giving it to the pigs, which will dispose of it profitably. Cooked Feed for Stock. It costs something to cook food for stock, which lessens the gain by so doing, but it should be a rule to give the stock cooked food at least once a«week as a change of diet. Potatoes, turnips and carrots, cooked and thickened with bran and middlings, seasoned with salt and fed warm on cold days, will be highly relished. ■, . To Keep Cut Flowers. It is said that cut flowers will keep very fresh if a small pinch of nitrate of potash, or common saltpetre, Is put In the water iu which they stand. Tho ends of the stems should bo cut off a little every day to keep open the absorbing pores. *i~-< ?■ An Open Furrow. A ditch across.a wet field w* assist in draining a large area, and will perform valuable service by permitting the teams to work on suoh land early in the spring. Instead of waiting for the water to sink down or keeping the land wet, □ Whitewash Trunks of Fruit Trees. A thick daubing of whitewash will be an ad, vantage to fruit trees, even at this season, and It may be sprinkled over the .ground, around 'the trunks of the trees also, as a partial rentdj for the destruction of spores.

The Library Corner

Four sermons by Bishop Hugh Miller Thompson, of Mississippi, on the personality and responsibility of God and man, delivered as the Bohlen lectures/ for 1895, have been collected and are. Issued with the general title, “Tho World and the Wrestlers.” —i An excellent book to put in" the hands of a lad is “Turning Points in Successful Careers,” by the Rev. William M. Thayer, which T. Y. Crowell & Co. publish, , It gives important chanters from the lives of a mimberjpf famous men who may well be taken as models in many respects by the rising generation. The unhappy critic is said to “catch it” iu Marie Couelll’at:* forthcoming book, “The Sorrows of Satan.’L And., what is*worse, the English reviewer will be obliged to buy the book if he wants to know liow dead lie is—because the fair writer has gi ven strict orders that uo press copies shall be sent out in England. .■ —- The personage for whom Clara Louise Burnham has named her latest novel, “The Wise Woman,” is a delightfuliild spinster, an unmarried woman of social position and comfortable fortune, whose native wit and kindliness have been developed* by a wide social experience. The scenes are laid on Long Island and iii New Jersey, aifd the story presents a very truthful and ~ed and well-dressed American men and women. There are no thrilling incidents in the story, but the personages attract one’s sympathy and their talk is bright-am! entertaining. -

Dangers of the Dustpan.

To those who know the true inwardness- of things, the sight of a housemaid brushing a dusty carpet Is suggestive of many evils: Tire dentil of Pa stem - has reminded (lie world of thoughts of medical men -namely: that while microbe-organ isms are the great producers of disease, dust is the great carrier of microbe-organisms. Now" that we know these things, now that we understand.that in the quiet hours of the night the germ-laden dust settles down upon the floor, it is distressdug to find how little our knowledge is put to practical use, and to see old customs still unchanged, old habits which we know to be destructive carried on, uml to liud the housemaid on her knees, stirring up dust to the detriment of qvery one, and breathing germladen particles to her own destruction. It needs hilt a small amount of common serose to see that if .carpets must „contintc>—a thing to he, deprecated—they should he rubbed with a damp cloth .lather than brushed, and that if, •in deference to prejudice, they must be brushed. this should he done by -a covered American sweeper, with plenty of damp tea leaves. Of all ways of renio'iing dirt from a carpet, the worst is by the use of the ordinary short brush, which involves the housemaid kneeling down in the midst of the dust which she so. needlessly createSy-and drawing It h to her lungs with every breath. For ordinniy household use something liko linoleum, something which can bo washed with a wet cloth every morning, wouh.l seem to be the best covering for floors; but if carpets must he, and if it is impossible to teach tliepfesent generation the evils of seeking present comfort at the expense of future risks, at least let us remember that carpets may be washed ever where they lie; that,'till the day of washing comes, a closed sweeper is far better than a brush and that the worst form of brush is one with a short handle.— Hritish-Hcdlcair'd-onrnal

His Too Effusive Friend.

From their conversation they must have been old college chums who had not met for a long time until they ran up against each other in an Eleventh avenue street car last evening. . The smaller one was accompanied by two middle-aged men, who looked like prosperous merchants, while the other excollegian, ono of those fellows with a stentorian voice,, was alone. They shook hands effusively, and then began amexchange of reminiscences, in which such fragments as “Don’t you remember the 'bd game with Yale?” and “WhatTf become of Jack Soandso?” were .distinguishable all over the car. The big mauewas not particularly careful in bis choice of language, and occasionally would lip out an oath that might have done credit to a “boarded pard.” Suddenly the other seemed to .realize that something was wrong, and leaning over, he whispered: “Say, oldman, be a little careful. You know, I have a church here in Philadelphia, and these two fellows with mo are a coupla of my most influential trustees." Tha big man got off at the next corner.— Philadelphia Record.

Danger from Dust.

The Italian physicians who have been making a study of the component parts of the street dust of Turin, one of the cleanest cities in Europe, by the way, repoß that the germs of almost every disease known to science were discovered. On the candies exposed for sale In the streets, and on the surface of food sold in the open air, they fobnd tha germs of tuberculosis, anthrax and half a score of other maladies. Nothing can be really safeji eat If there Is danger in dirt. The wax fruit that is kept In glass cases is probably as unhealthy, as' Anything that is offered W-sale. An article In a contemporary Is entitled, “Why Editotfi are Rich.” It la because they give a five-dollar puff with a flfty-cent advertisement