Rensselaer Union, Volume 11, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 May 1879 — Page 3

Xlxg. ILcDosseiaer Union. ' • INDIANA.

Tim d UUQLAR AND THE EDi k Needy and poor wa» ho; And he u* in the dim uqoertain gloom, With' leg* iui long a. the etem of a broom, A pair of troiuora; “ i'll Just frseze to em. He chuckled, with bendixb nice. He lifted them up from the bepk of the chair; Lightly they hung on hie arm; They were the editor * only pair. Thinner than gossamer everywhere: Oh, bat the kuMa were worn and bare.. Good clothe* -when the weather 1* warm. All over the roqtn be eearohed in vain; There wa» no more to find; Than waa no aign of aordid gain, No paaaing drops from a golden rain. Only the wealth of the alcepcr a brain, The peace of the editor’* mind. He turned hi* back on that h ippy home. Thoughtfully hefting tho«e pant*; Out of the window he cautiouaiy dome; He cpiptied the pocket*—a broken comb, AJalilTtdf ilienml.a manußcript pome, 1 *Al»wrrad ni* searching glance. He started; the tear* Hashed into his oyes. He leaned up agaiuat the fence; A look of pitying, mute surprise Softened hia face; he stifled his one*, He looked at his swag, and measured it* size, Valiko nine cents. Into his tx’fikhts. his own, he went— And he dragged out a ten dollar bill; And he hantilv crammed it, every cent, into the editor's pockets, ana bent The trousers into a wad and sent Them over the window sill. *wi.Then on to a wealthier house he sped. ‘Trias a charity well bestowed,” He safa to hihiself; and when night had fled, And the editor rose from his virtuous bed. And found the money,lie whistled and said, r<¥ W«tl7 l am o-sentlally blowed!” —hurlington Hawk-Eye.

AN OLD PLATE.

“There, that’s a likely-liking house,” cried Mrs. Hunter. “I would almost be willing to bet that we shall lind andirons there. Please stop the horses, Mr. Freke. I must go in. Mr. Freke obediently drew rein, and the gtossy.b&ys arrested their trot bef6re fin Whitewashed gate, which hung, he noticed, bv a single hinge. The shabby and defaced as it looked, was widently no common farmstead. It ha£ been somebody’s “residence” once, and still wore that look of better days gone by which, to the experienced bric-a-brac hunter, suggests cobwebby cupboards and low-raftered garrelsjfuU of cherished odds and ends. Mtifr’ifubtei' lapped smartly once or twice, then turned with a laugh to Mr. Freke, who, having tied his horses, hftf followed up the walk. “It is no use,” she said; “these couptry, people never use the front ropnusj «f their .houses. I shall go rouftd tfhe kitchen door. I always try to make an excuse for getting into the kitchen, and this time we have a legitimate one, as nobody answers us So round the house she went, and kufcoked at the kitchen door, which wafc ’fastened only by a heavy iron latch. Once, twice; then boldly lifting the latch, she went directly into the kitchen—a large square room, with windows on two sides, and a floor off worn, uneven boards, which in unexpected rises and descents, and made walking uncertain pastime to unaccustomed feet. A tireless stove occupied the deep chimney, on one side of winch stood a wooden settle cushioned with faded calico. Hows of milkpaus tilted on their sides stood on the window-sills; there was a sink painted refk a table, two or three cane chairs, >nd on the wall a fly-specked certificate -of membership in the Bible Society, bearing date many years back. Over these articles Mrs: Haunter’s experienced eye darted in a second’s space; then only paused to say, in a whisper, “That’s rather a nice old settle, isn’t itF*‘she walked rapidly across the rdbqi to a cupboard, whose halfopen floor showeda gleam of crockery inside, and presently exclaimed: “There, didn’t 1 tell you so, Mr. FrekeP Here $s a tihd! Do you see that large plateimthe upper shelfP Old burnt chinas as I am alive, of the finest kind, and a real beauty! Who would, ever have expected such a thing in a house like thisP All dusty too; 1 don’t suppose they use it, or care for it in the least. People of this sort never do. Well, recall this luck.” She had the plate in her hands by this time, and was turning it over to examine the marks on the bottom. It was rather a dish than a plate, being large enough almost to merit the highsounding “ plaque” of the modern jar§on. Its pattern of blue, pale crimson, lack add gold had a grounding of blue so light as to be almost white. A tiny heraldic shield, inserted into the design on onuside, bore a twisted monogram in faint lines of black, blue and gold, and altogether, despite a crack and more than one niok on its rim, the old plate yas uncommon enough to excuse Mrs. Hunter’s excitement. She was still examining it, regardless of dust or glovedr fingers, when a clear young voice from a doorway uttered these words: “ I beg your pardon, but did you want anything?” Midi Hunter jumped. Mr. Freke jumped algo. His “feeling” for china was feeble; certainly it would, never have led him to enter a stranger’s house unbidden and ride its cupboards, and a sudden sense of guilt sent the blood furiously into his face. In the doorway behind them stood a girl in a gingham dress, with a white apron tied about a very slender waist, and thick rolls of bright hazel hair twisted round a pretty head, out of which looked a pair of grave and astonished brown eyes. A remarkably pretty girl, and a lady, too; voice ami accent testified that, as well as the gentle self-possession with which.she now confronted these uninvited guests. Mrs. Hunter recovered first. Women generally do on such occasions. “ I beg your pardon,” she said, with her pleasantest manner. “We knocked Several times without being able to make anyone hear, and at last we ventured to walk in. Then I saw this curious old, plate on the shelf, and I couldn’t resist— Do you use it, may I or T * B °f any particular value to youP If not, I might be glad to buy it, if your—mother were inclined to sell. «If u il* eer oW but I have some wnlhh Almost match it, and I should like this:”' “It belongs to my annt—Mrs y°u!»g lady, briefly. "I don’t think she would wish to part jwthit.” There was no invitation to lifiger in voice or manner. Evidently the expected them to goat once. “Is your aunt at home?” asked the undauntod Mrs. Hunter. “I should so like to see her if she is.” “No, she is not at hoihe.” The tone was perfectly gentle and pplite, but still with the underlying reserve and surprise which made Mr. Freke feel so uncomfortable. Mrs. Hunter appar- • ently did not share his sensations.

“I must oo in 4? again some day when she mat houie,” she. want ou. “It is really a delightful old plate. What are these letters on it; do you knowP I can’t make them out.” *VTho letters are B. H. H. The stand for Barbara Holdsworthy Hagen,” said the girl, coming a step nearer. “Was she a relation of your aunt’s P” “ Hdr great-grandmother. Allow me: it seems to be dusty”—taking the plate from Mrs. Hunter’s unwilling fingers. “ And was your aunt very fond of herP” inquired that lady, insinuatingly. “ She never saw her, I believe.” And putting the plate back on its shelf, she closed the door with a gentle decision. “ You must think us very impertinent to meddle with your plate without permission. And indeed we were; but please forgive me. It was fill my fault; my friend Mr. Freke here had nothing to do with it, and the truth is, that I am so foolishly fond of old ohina that 1 cannot keep my hands off it wherever it is.” The tone was very winning, and Raby’s face relaxed in spite of itself, Barbara Hagen Glenn was my girl’s rigme, but no one ever called her Barbara, not even Aunt Marsh, who had little tolerance for pet names or nonsense of any kind. Everybody said ‘ltaby,’ and the crisp little title seemed to suit her better than a longer and finer one could. She half smiled; and when Mrs. Hunter went on, still in the same charming tone —“ What an odd, and curious, and delightful-looking old house this is! It seems just the place for a story. lam devoted to these oldfashioned houses, and they are pulling them down so fast all over the country, jt is quite shocking. Do you think, if 1 came over sonje day, your aunt would let me go over ft?—it would be such a treat!”—the smile flashed into full, brilliant life, brightening the brown eyes so wonderfully that Mr. Freke, quite dazzled, said within himself, “ It is the most charming face 1 ever saw.” Raby was fond of the old house. It Vexed her often that her aunt cared so little for it, and dwelt on its inconveniences so much more than on its quaintness. No one save herself had ever seemed alive to its merits before. Mrs. Hunter had made a “ hit.” "I think aunt wouldn’t mind,” she said, half to herself, then. “If you like I will show it to you %ow. » But there is nothing to see except the house itself. That is really curious. 1 never met with another like it.” “Will you, indeed? How very kind!” cried Mrs. Hunted with a rapid, rapturous blink in Mr. Freke’s direction. Her imagination was already at work cheapening the treasures of the attic, as they followed their young hostess down the long entry which separated the kitchen from the front of the house. A large square room lay on either side of the entry. But here disappointment awaited Mrs. Hunter, for these rooms were altogether unfurnished. Up stairs they met the same experience; in the two occupied chambers the simplest furniture; dust and bare emptiness everywhere else. Even tho garrot held nothing to reward search—none of the spinning-wheels, or antique brasses, or eight-day clocks with broken cogs, which Mrs. Hunter’s soul coveted. Her taste for old houses was a simulated one. What she really cared for was their purchasable contents, and, failing these, her interest visibly flagged. In vain Raby, with a pretty graoiousness, pointed out the really curious points about the old dwelling. Mrs. Hunter listened without interest. Her thoughts were dwelling ou the old plate, and she did not notice, as did Mr. Freke, how excitement had quickened Raby’s bloom and brightened her eyes with positive beauty as she led the way from room to room with a cordial, simple grace, from which all reserve and stiffness had fled. * “And cow about that piece of china,” Mrs. Hunter said, suddenly» as they regained the kitchen. “Do you think your aunt would be likely to be in to-morrow? I must come over and talk with her about it; or perhaps, Mr. Freke, yon will come for me if the Holmans arrive and I am detained?” “ With pleasure.” Raby’s face olouded a little. “I do not think my aunt will sell the plate,” she said, in rather a constrained voice; “ but she will probably be at home.” “We can but try,” laughed Mrs. Hunter. “Good-afternoon Miss—Miss Marsh, and thank you ever so much.” She swept down the walk. Mr. Freke paused. “ It was very good of you to take so muoh trouble lor us,” he said in a tone whose sincerity Raby recognized. “ Very probably your annt may not care to sell toe plate—l should not myself if I owned suoh a one—but if Mrs. Hunter gives me the commission, I shall certainly come, for the pleasure of making another call upon you.” He lifted nis hat as he spoke, and with a courteous bow followed Mrs. Hunter down the path. “ That’s a real gentleman,” soliloquized Raby, as they drove oft. “ And she—l don’t know. She’s pretty, and her voice is pleasant, but somehow there’s a difference. I don’t think I like her—quite.” She had her own ideas about life, this little Raby, about “real” ladies and “real” gentlemen, and instinct helped her surely to conclusions usually arrived at only by the slow process of experience.

Mr. Freke did drive over next day. He was received very grimly by Aunt Sabina Marsh, whom he found intrenched, as it were, in front of her corner cupboard, and resolved not to cede her plate, or listen to any arguments whatever on the subject. This refusal, sooth to sav, caused no particular grief to the disloyal messenger He cared little for the plate, but a good deal for the chance of another chat with Raby, who was more piquantly pretty than ever, in the effort to hide her amusement at her aunt’s grim and defiant manners. Ernest Freke made one more call at the old house before he went back to town, but only one. “ 1 could fall in love with that girl,” he said to himself as he drove homeward; and lie made a little picture in his mind of Raby in a fresh morning dress, pouring coffee at the opposite end of a dainty breakfast table for two, with sunshine streaming through an open window behind, and touching with glints of gold all that beavftifm 'hazel hair of hers—a pretty picture. Ernest Freke was half artist, and his Imagination naturally conjured such scenes; but he shook his head. He could not afford to marry (that point was settled long ago), unless, indeed— But here he snook his head again. The chances were against his falling in love with a §irl who had money. He conld not o without the money, and he would not do without *the love, so he dismissed the idea of marriage. 'He was an honorable young-fellow at .heart, however, and ne would not go again to see Raby. “ Vv salt’s the user’ he told himself. "Better nat.” But Mrs.-

Hunter and her guests became wearisome to him after that* and presently he went back to town and to his business, in whioh he immersed himself. For a while Raby’s face floated before his eyes; but the image dimmed as months went by, and in time would probably have faded out altogether, nad it not boen recalled oddly and unexpectedly by the following oiromnstance. He was passing one day the shop of a taxidermist, an elderly man, with whom he had some slight acquaintance, when he heard his name called. “Did you want me, Mr. BalchP” putting his head in at the door. f‘l thought I heard your voice.” “ Oh, yes, Mr. Freke, 1 did want you very much, and I ventured to call and stop you,” replied Mr. Batch, hurrying out from an inner room. “ Excuse me; I just waited to put on my coat It’s about Mrs. Morpeth’s will, Mr. Freke.” “And who was Mrs. Morpeth?” asked Ernest, seating himself on a wooden bench. " Mrs. Morpeth, sir! Why, you must know, I think, or at least you will know her honse, the one with the queer steps, in Dunn street —the Raile4 House, as the neighbors call it” “Oh, that queer, handsome old house next to the junk shopP Ido remember. I have often wondered who lived there. And what did Mrs. Morpeth do about a willP” “Well, that’s just it, sir. I’m in a freat difficulty. Mrs. Morpeth left me er executor, sir, and I don’t know what to do about it. You see, sir, there’s a good bit of property—a very good bit She was clever, for a woman, very clever. And she bought up real estate here and there all over the city. And there’s the Railed House and what it holds; fifty thousand dollars, I should say it was worth, at the least; some folks think jtwill foot up sixty.” “That’s a nice sum, indeed. But what is your difficulty? Who are the heirs?” “ That’s just it, Mr. Freke—nobody can tell, sir. It is left to But I have a copy of the will here; I’ll show you.” The document, briefly drawn, but in strict legal form, devised all property of every description of which tne testator might die possessed “ to the child or children of my niece Esther Leßaron, eldest daughter of my sister Esther Platt. Ido not know their present name or residence.” That was all. Nothing could be more indefinite. " Have you done anything about finding these Platts. I mean Leßarons?” said Ernest, folding up the paper. “No, I haven’t. I don’t know how to begin about it. That was why I wanted to see you, Mr. Freke. Ought I to advertise?’’ “ I should think so, certainly. But are there no letters or papers in the house to give a clew?” “ 1 haven’t lit on any, sir. But then I haven’t searched regular. Could you spare time to step round there with me, Mr. Freke? I should be very grateful.” “I couldn’t to-day, but I might tomorrow.” So the appointment was made. The Railed Houstf had been a stately mansion in its day, with other stately mansions about it Now, with a junkshop on either side, and a row of sailors’ boarding-houses opposite, it looked like the wreck of a fine old frigate aground in the mud of some ignoble harbor. Inside, it held a mine of riches for jthe curiosity-lover. Nothing had been added and nothing taken away for a century past Claw-legged tables and chairs abounded, even in the kitchen; the Bedsteads bore aloft on their posts of carved mahogany heavy testers hung with oddly-patterned chintzes; carved presses, old silver candelabra, faded embroideries of a date long gone by, filled the rooms. Spidery looking-glasses, with gilt balls and eagles nodding atop, reflected this quaint interior. No papers were to be found, however, and as one receptacle after another was vainly searched, the little taxidermist grew disconsolate. “You would think the old lady burned up everything on purpose to make trouble,” he said; “wouldn’t you, now? What can a man do with all this confusion of Le Barons and Platts and Morpeths? They have all married and got different names long ago, most likely. Why, Mr. Freke, what is it? Wnat have you found, sir?” for his companion uttered a sudden exclamation.

There, on the shelves of a buffet which he had just opened, were ranged in splendid row platters and dishes and cups of magnificent India china, blue, crimson and gold, with on each the same little shield and monogram, in sharp, gleaming lines of color, which he had last seen in faded tints on the old plate in Mrs. Sabina Marsh’s cupboard months before. It was certainly the same; he recognized it instantly. But how came it here? And what was the link between this rich and lonely dead woman and Mrs. Marsh and pretty Raby in their quaint solitude and bare poverty P He made no distinct explanation to the puzzled executor, but advised him to defer advertising for a little; and the next day but one found him at the gate of the old house again. No bright girl face smiled a welcome this time; Raby had gone back to her school-teaching, and Aunt Sabina, grim as ever, received him. Her -distant and suspicious manner gradually thawed as she discerned the meaning of his questions. Mrs. Morpeth was her aunt, her mother’s sister. Her grandmother’s name was Platt, and her mother was the Barbara Holdsworthy Hagen of the china monogram. Yes, her mother; did marry a Le Baron. He was a Frenchman. He did not live very long after the marriage. Did he turn our badly? She could not say—it wasn’t for her to speak ill of her own father, but the family took offense, and never would have anything to do with , her mother afterward. No, she never saw her aunt, and she never wanted to. In her opinion, they treated her mother thamefully. Raby’s mother was older than she, two years older. She was dead now, and so was Mr. Glenn. Raby was the only child. Prove it? Why, of oourse she could; but why should sheP Everybody knew about the Marshes and the Glenns—everybody that had any business to, that was And pray why did the gentleman ask all these questions?—what ednoem was it of his,* anyway?” So Raby was the heiress. There wad a great deal of confusion, in Ernest Freke’s mind after this. He gave his best services- to proving Raby’s title, and putting her in possession of her great-aunt’s bequest, and for this end It was needful that thoy should meet; but these interviews wofe/)f a strictly business character. Ernest kept them so. "I won’t make up to a girl, now she is rich, whom I deliberately tnracd -away from- - when she was poor,” he said, to himsolf. Raby w;u» not a little aggrieved by this

turn of affairs. •* He won’t even let me thank him oomfortably,” she told her aunt “He just bows and goes away.” After a while she and Mrs. |i*nh came to the city, and then they met oftener. There were plenty of people to show attention to a young and beautiful heiress. Mrs. Hunter, among the rest, waa specially empressee in her civilities. Mr. Freke was always encountering Miss Glenn at dinners or at parties, and, after a while, he ceased to fight against the new and sweet inflnenoe which had oome into his life. He asked Raby to marry him, telling her the manfbl truth about himself, and leaving her to judge the matter. “ I don’t think yon were to blamemuch!” pronounoed Raby, lifting her soft eyes with a look which sent a thrill to all his tense nerves. " A man can’t always marry a girl even if he likes her. And yon hadn’t seen me but three times, you know. It was much more honorable in you to stop then than to go on a little longer and make me like you—more.” This “more” was irresistible. It caused an interruption. “ There’s one thing I would like so much to do,” resumed Raby, a little later. “ You’ll help me manage it, won’t you, Ernest? I want to send Mrs. Hunter one of those big plates, like that old cracked one which she wanted to buy. Do you think I might, and will you take it to her? It is a sort of debt, for if she hadn’t come curiosity-hunting that day, 1 might never have seen you, or heard of Aunt Morpeth or her will, or—” “ Bless the old plate, then!” interrupted Ernest Freke. “ Send Mrs. Hunter a new one, by all means;- but that old one we will have framed and hang up on our walls, and keep always, won’t we, Raby?” And they did.—harper’s Bazar.

Does the Farm Receive Full Credit ?

If the majority of farmers could have the actual cash first pass through their hands, which all the products, necessaries and luxuries, conveniences and privileges which they enjoy, actually cost others who have to expend money for them, before they are enjoyed, we are inclined to think that most farmers would conclude that they are doing a reasonably fair business. Nineteentwentieths of the men most actively engaged in business in the towns and cities, after ten or fifteen years of busy, stirring life, filled in a great measure with anxiety, find that they have made, by prudent care and economy, very little, if any, more than a respectable living. A great deal of money has passed through their hands during that time, much more probably than through the hands of double the number of farmers in the same period, but it has been principally absorbed in furnishing, for the families in towns and cities, the necessaries and comforts of life, and in less profusion and abundance than have been enjoyed in farmers’ families. More special cases can be cited among trading men where large wealth has been acquired in comparatively short periods of time, but on the other hand bankruptcies among the latter class are many times greater than amongst the former, which should stand as full offset to those shining examples; but mankind in general has an unfortunate disposition to make up its judgment by examining the prizes in the lottery, and entirely overlooking the blanks. A farm has many advantages in raising a family Which are not found in cities and villages. One of the most important is a strong, healthy growth, if the children are blessed with intelligent, sensible parents. One other advantage, which is seldom mentioned, but is not of less importance than the greatest—the children learn to use their hands, they learn to work. When a boy or girl has learned to do actual work as all work that pays has to be done, life’s battle is already half fought and won. And this in the main accounts for tho marked success which so often attends country boys who go to the cities, and why business men in the city prefer A smart country boy to a town-raised boy. The latter has learned bad habits; the country boy has learned to work. It may be that the new work differs somewhat in kind, but the hand and brain which have been taught the fundamental principles of labor very soon apply khowledge to the dmss of work claiming their attention. ' . Farming is slow business says the impatient yonth, but he is met with the proverb that “ The race is not always to the swift.” It is results in the long run to which we should look if farming is to be judged on its full merits. You cannot force a farm or a yoke of oxen much beyond a natural, steady gait, but treat both kindly and feed them well, and there is no other medium created for man’s benefit that will draw a heavy load through muddy roads (real or metaphorical) as safely and surely. There is another omission on the part of farmers, by which very many advantages derived from the farm are lost sight of, and this is the habitual neglect of correct farm accounts. If the farm was justly credited with all its supplies and charged with all the outlay it receives, it would receive many credits which is lost to it. This practice of keeping farm accounts, fallowed with regularity and the exeroise of sound judgment,‘would frequently be the means of detecting expensive outlays and unprofitable crops whioh could be avoided, and many sources of profit which escape notice would by this means be discovered and reoeive more attention. Whoever examines this question as an impartial searcher for truth will be sure to answer that the farm does not receive full credit.— . Kansas Farmer, --y- - —We are environed with a thousand influences that threaten our lives. Cold seeks to benumb us—heat to burn us—miasm to envelop us in its deadly man-tle-poison lurks in the things we daily taste and handle—while contagion stalks threateningly on either hand. The power that overcomes all these dangers, lies within our own organism. While in health we daily ana unconsciously repel myriads of, foes to our life. The body is like- an impregnable fortress to attacks from without until some wilyioe gains admittance within, and with traitor hand ruabars the door to merciless hosts.— Dr'. Foote's Health Monthly for May. —There are living at Fall River, Mass., a married pair whose united ages are more than 205 years. The husband, Francis Miner, was born in St. Marys, Canada, and was 102 years jold last January; the wife waa born in St. Charles, Canada, and will be 104 years old next November. The woman M ths more vigorous of the two, but both are obliged to keep their beds most ' of the time.

HOME, FARM AND GARDEN.

—For Inflammatory rheumatism, take half an ounce of pmveriiSed saltpeter, put in half a pint of sweet oil, uathe the parte affected, and a sound cure will speedily be effected.— Exchange. —To keep the hands soft, mix honey, almond meal and olive oil into a paste; use after washing with soap. Castile soap is best for use; it will cure a scratch or out, and prevent any spot. —For warts on cow's teats: Common soda, such as they usein making bread, dissolved in water, and used as a wash, will sometimes remove the warts, says a farmer. Another says a strong wash of alum water is a cure. —I never knew anyone that was too good or too smart to be a farmer. The blue sky, the balmy breezes and green fields never tainted any pure man's morality, or dwarfed any noble man’s intellectual ability.— Lambie. —The Parisian method of cleaning black silk is to brush and wipe it thoroughly, lay it on a flat table, with the siae up which is intended to show, and sponge with hot coffee strained through muslin. Allow it to become partially dry, then iron. —The English dairy farmers get immense returns from their grass lands by a free use of bone manure. One Cheshire farmer says by this means he is able to feed forty cows from land that formerly gave him product sufficient for only twenty. The English farmers believo in “ boning,” grass land especially.—Farmer Clarkson. —A good garden is indispensable to the farmer’s wife. How can she provide a table with tender vegetables if she has not got a good garden to supply themP Good eating is half the pleasure of life. What contributes more luxuries to the table than the garden P The entire round of vegetables should be produced in it— lowa State Register. —A moth-destroying tincture is made as follows: One ounce of gum camphor, and one ounce powered shell of red pepper are macerated in eight ounces of strong alcohol for seven days and then strained. With this tincture the furs or cloths are sprinkled over and rolled up in sheets. This remedy is used in Russia under the name of “Chinese tincture for moths,” and is found very effective. —Burlington Hawk-Eye. —Cold Chocolate Pudding.—This recipe is one used by Miss Uods: I require for cold chocolate pudding onequarter pound of block chocolate, one teaspoontul of vanilla, one pint of milk, one ounce of vinegar, one-half ounce of gelatine, one-half gill of cold water ana the yelks of four'eggs. Grate the chocolate through a carrot grater. Put the chocolate and milk on to boil, and melt by the fire one-half ounce of gelatine with one-half gill of cold water. When the chocolate and milk boil draw the saucepan to one side and let it cool a little. In a small basin put the yelks of four eggs and over them pour the chocolate and»ilk. Add the sugar and melted gelatine. Pour all this back into the saucepan and stir over the fire until the eggs are set. Then wet a mold with cola water, add the vanilla and pour into the mold. When cold it is ready to turn out.

Good Tillage.

Good tillage means fertility, inasmuch that as between good and bad cultivation a well-tilled soil, though of inferior quality, will produce better crops from year to year than a naturally good soil that is cultivated in a slovenly manner. The reason is that air, moisture and the various gases always contained in the air are the great source of the continued fertilization of the earth. The well-tilled soil easily admits these fertilizing properties that are stored up to be absorbed by the roots of plants. One chief means of locking up and also of carrying away the natural fertilizing elements in many parts of the prairie regions of the West is the want of drainage for the land. Soils that indeed dry off later in the season, generally in time to plant corn, remain wet and sodden with water often during April and into May. A little artificial help would render such soils sufficiently dry early in the season. It should be given, either by surface drains, or better with tUe as soon as possible. It will pay. In fact it will pay on such land if only half the area were cultivated. When needed, drainage may be called the true preparation for good tillage. The want pf it keeps the average yield in all such sections fully one-half below what it should be. The present indications would seem to point to a dry season this year in the West. In the trans-Mississippi country and especially in a large section of Kansas and Missouri, it has been so dry that crops have suffered severely. Fortunately the last week has brought them the much needed rain. In all regions subject to drought, deep tillage is the principal means of relief. In regions where too much water falls in the sprihg and autumn, is where drainage is indispensable. Hence we see that the subject of tillage is not only an important one, but pretty broad in its bearing; yet, however rich the soil, cultivation as applied to tillage is the important integer in the production of a maximum yield. In all broadcast crops the tillage must precede sowing. In all so-called hoed crops, the essential point is to force the crop along as fast as possible and as soon as possible after it s appears above ground.— Prairie Farmer.

A ministkk who, after a hard day’s labor, was enjoying a “tea dinner,” kept incessantly praising the ham and saying that “Mrs. Dunlop at hamewas as fond o’ ham as he was,” when the mistress kindly offered to send her the present of one. “ It’s unoo kin’ o’ ye, unco kin;’ but I’ll na put ye to the trouble o’ sending it, I’ll just tak’ it hame on the horse afore me.” Whon, on leaving, he mounted, and the ham was put into a sack, some difficulty w«s experienced in getting it to lie properly. His inventive genius soon out knot. “ I think, mis* tress, a cheese in the itber end w»d mak a grand balance.” The hint was immediately acted on, and like John Gilpin, he moved away with this “balanoe true.’ • A fickpocket taken with his hand in some one else's pocket endeavored to Invefct ail manner of impossible explanations of the phenomenon. “What’s the iise of your trying to lie about it so cldmsuyP” Said the Magistrate, benevolently; “haven’t you a jawyerf” tMaerableneas. The meet wonderful tad marveloua success, 1b eases where perrons we sick or pining sway from a condition of mleerahleilee*, that no one knows what alls them, (profitable patients for doctor*.) la obtained by theme of Mop Bitters. They begim to core from tbe first (lose and keep it up antU perfect health and strength is restored. tag afflicted In this way need not milter, wjjatf-thejfl can iret flop Bitiers. See “Truths" erbs In another column. ' *

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