Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 21, Number 95, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 August 1900 — Page 2

Wedded for Gold

CHAPTER ll.—(Continued.) Love and youth were strong within kim; he could not breathe within the Barrow compass of four walls that night. iHe went out into the moonlight; he could 'think of it all—realize it all—better there. We had won Violet. She was his own, | the beautiful girl whom everyone loved Wnd admired—his own. to love him and - (bless him, to rrown his life. r> ' The union was a settled thing. Both families met and talked it over. It was < jcertainty; and a few days after Felix - !had placed the little ring oh Violet’s finder he went to make, inquiries about the {cottage, while Mrs. Lonsdale said to her- “ iaelf more than once: “I do not know how lit is, but T wish that he had chosen Evelyn Lester,” '■ ! Hers was the one pure, gentle heart to which the news of the engagement came like a terrible blow, although it had long (been expected. Evelyn Lester had never even owned to herself that she loved ~ (Felix lyOnsdale. yet when she heard the •news it seemed to her that the bright . if ace of heaven was hidden from her by a dark funeral pall. They had all been ’children together, and in their childish feuarrels it was always Evelyn who defended Felix. He could do no wrong in per .eyes; in her opinion the wide world held no other so brave, so handsome or so Inoble; and the childish love had unconbciously grown with her—-she called it (friendship, and believed it to be nothing false. It was the puzzle of the whole neig'hhow so sweet a*girl as Eve Les- ’ could have grown up under the charge .. of one like her Aunt Jane. She was the perfect type of an English girl—graceful, healthy, with a rounded figure, a clear (complexion, fair brown hair, red, ripe lips. a face that one would call sweet bather than beautiful. Of a hundred men K chaps ninety-nine would have passed re by and thought but little of her; the hundredth would have considered her face one of the sweetest and dearest. There was a quiet dignity about her, a graceful ease and self-possession that detghted her aunt. Evelyn had a small forf tune entirely at her own command, but her aunt was always at hand to see that there was no undue expense. : I Outlands was a pretty farm not more (than half a mile from Lilford, and Miss Lester was supposed to have made K>ney. She, with her niece, belonged to e gentry, but, owing to the" elder woman’s peculiarities, the two ladies visited celdom and seldom received any visitors. ■ If there was one man in Jane Lester’s eyes less contemptible than another it •was certainly Felix Lonsdale. “The boy has a beautiful face,” she Was accustomed to say of him, “and beauty is 1 Woman’s gift.” | So, because he had a “woman’s gift,” Miss Lester looked more kindly on him. She liked to see him at Outlands. She gave him any amount of good advice; she Was pleased that he should be a friend of Evelyn. No one was more delighted than Jane Lester to hear of the legacy, but the engagement did not please her so well. Love *nd marriage were folly in her eyes. “I am disappointed in you, Felix LonsHale,” she said, sharply. “I thought you had a little more sense than the generals’ Ity of men. Pray expect no congratula- ; ’ tions from me—l have none to give.” But Eve smiled at him with her clear, tender eyes. & “I am very pleased,” she said, “for I | know that you love Violet dearly.” “We shall always be friends,” he told her. And she answered him with a happy ■mile on her sweet face. » “Always.” ■ They woul(J always be friends; for she desired nothing better in life than the friendship of Felix Lonsdale.

CHAPTER 111. Felix had settled in his own mind that be would persuade Violet to become his wife before the chill October killed the fiowers and stripped the trees. So t he thought and hoped and dreamed, while a cloud was rising in the distance no larger than a man’s hand. One day Darcj’ Lonsdale returned with a perplexed look on his face to his newhouse. His wife, wondering at it, asked kim: “What is the matter, Darcy F* After thinking for a few minutes, he answered: *’The very air seems thick with fancies,” he answered. “I saw three of my best friends this morning standing in a (roup in Castle street, and when I joined them I knew by the embarrassed exKression on each man’s face that they ad been talking about me.” I “What could they have to say about rou, Darcy?” asked Kate. “It was all fancy, Darcy.” “No; I am sure they were speaking of Line. I went to the bank this morning, land as I was entering the door I distinctMv heard the manager say. ‘Mistaken in ■ Lonsdale’ I heard the words as plainly |Xa you hear them now. He was talking *0 one of the partners, and they were Fpoth cool, I thought, in their manner.” & Kate threw her arms round bis neck bud kissed his anxious face. “Why should anyone talk about you or cool to you, dear? You have done no iwrong?" “No; but there is something, Kate, in the minds of the people about me. I cannot imagine what it is.” Kate tried to cheer him;ahe laugned at the notion. What could there be? She knaw that there was no one like him. No one could accuse him of a mean action; hh life had always been fair, open, loyal and transparent. It was absurd. jHe must be out of health; he should go away and rest himself for a time. I’eocool to him, Indeed! She would like ft see anyone treat him with less respect and honor than he deserved. Eijfet she waited anxiously for him the BMSt day. (She was somewhat surprised, for there had been a perfect dehige of £idesmen's bills—an occurrence that had ■Baver happened before. The baker had

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sent in his bill, and the butcher wanted ready money; the upholsterers who had furnished Vale House pressed for a settlement in .consequence of unlooked-for losses. Kate showed the bills to her husband. “What does it mean?” she asked, wonderingly. “It means, my dear, that there is some subtle agency at work against us —I cannot tell what. I't means also that the tradespeople must be paid at once. Indeed, Kate, we would have been wise had we waited till the legacy ha J been paid to us before we came here," . "But it is certain,’ said Kate, a little anxiously. "As certain as fate,” he replied; and then they talked a little more cheerfully about what they would do when the money was at their command. That same evening Felix came home looking slightly preoccupied. He had seen one of their oldest clients go into George Malcolm's office, and the vicar of the parish, the Rev. Daniel Hunter, had passed him with the coldest of bows. He also had an impression that there was something wrong. He could tell neither what it was nor why it was. Felix thought that there would be time to walk over to The Limes. He had a very beautiful book that he had bought for Violet, and he wanted to give it to her. It struck him, when he entered the drawing room of The Limes, that the three assembled there had been speaking of himr their greeting was so awkward, so constrained, so unlike the genial, kindly reception that had always been given to him hitherto. Mrs. Haye held out her hand to him, but her eyes fell, and her husband’s half-murmured words were inaudible; Violet looked embarrassed; and for the first time under that hospitable roof the young lover felt ill at ease. When he laid the volume on the table, Mr. Haye took it up. “This must have cost something,” he said, “for it is very handsome. It would be better to save money than to spend it —we none of us know when the evil day may come.” “I do not fear evil days,” remarked Felix, the sanguine hope of a young man.

"The wisest among us may expect them,” said Mr. Haye, briefly. When he had said good-night to the two seniors and asked Violet if she would walk to the gate with him, Mrs. Haye interposed. “It is too cold," she said. “Violet has been complaining of headache all day; she must not go out.” And the tone was so decided, so stern, that Felix could not oppose Mrs. Haye. He held Violet’s hand one minute in his; he tried to look into the depths of her beautiful eyes, but they drooped from his, and he could not see them. He left her with a few whispered words, feeling more unhappy than he had ever felt before. For the first time he noticed that night a look of anxiety on his father’s face. Nor was the mystery lessened when on the day following Mrs. Lonsdale, going on her daily’ round of shopping, met the vit'ar’s wife, Mrs. Hunter, who stopped to speak to her. “This is a very sad affair, Mrs. Lonsdale,” she’said; and Kate, looking at her, asked quietly what affair she meant. Bhe looked so entirely unconscious that the vicar’s wife was surprised. “Have you heard no bad news of—of—any one?” she asked; and Kate answered: “No.” Then Mrs. Hunter related some trifling little story; and even as she related it Kate told herself that she was inventing it. With her honest, straightforward eyes she looked at the vicar’s lady. “You are not telling me what was in your mind when you first spoke to me," she said. “What were you thinking of, Mrs. Hunter?” But Mrs. Hunter, after laughingly parrying the remark, hastily said good-morn-ing in a very embarrassed fashion, and Walked away. Mrs. Lonsdale went home with a terrific sense of foreboding. Her pretty house seemed almost to oppress her. She wished that she had not burdened herself with a nursery governess; as for the new silk dress, it no longer gave her the least pleasure. What -was this cloud hanging over her husband and her children? Was it only nervous fancy, or was there evil looming in the distance? She was soon tojknow; and when she did know it proved to be even greater than she feared.

CHAPTER IV. “I am very sorry—l think it unjust; but it is quite impossible to say how it will end,” said George Malcolm, the lawyer. For the secret was known now—the shadow had become a substance, the vague fancies had all assumed a form, the airy nothings had become realities so stern and so cruel that they had driven Darcy Lonsdale almost to despair. Mrs. Hardman’s heir-at-law, James Hardman, had given legal notice that he intended, to contest his relative’s will on the ground of undue influence.- He maintained that Darcy Lonsdale had taken undue advantage of his position, that he had influenced a weak-minded woman, and had persuaded her to leave him the half of her money. It was a cleve.r ruse, advising her to send for another lawyer; but It would not help him. Everyone in Lilford knew this before the least rumor of it reached Darcy Lonsdale. He went at onoe to Mr. Malcolm; but the honest lawyer fead no cheering news for him. “I am a lawyer myself,” he said, “but I can never tell how a lawsuit may end; it may take the right turn, and again it may take a wsong one.” “But,” returned Darcy Lonsdale, “Mrs. Hardman meant me to have the money, did she not? 'Hiat one broad fact no one can dispute.” “I believe honestly that she intended you to have it. I know she did. She

talked to me for some time about the good it would do to you and your children.” _ “Then what can there be found to dispute? She intended to give me the money, and she did give it,” cried Darcy Lonsdale. > . “The law deals heavily with cases like this. James Hardman will plead that he is heir-at-law, that he is the rightful heir of the late Elizabeth Hardman, that he has been brought up in expectation of receiving the money, and that you have taken an undue advantage of your position as her legal adviser and friend to induce her to leave it to you.” “But,” declared Mr. Lonsdale, “I did no such thing; I swear to you I never asked, influenced or said one word to her about it. How dare any man say such a thing of me?” “I am very sorry for you,” said George Malcolm. “I can say no more. Ido not believe' it, and f shall stand by you through it all. Hardman has placed the whole matter in the hands of a London firm, and the trial will come on about the end of September. You must prepare _ypur.defense and look up your witnesses.” “If my whole life does not witness for me," said Darcy Lpnsdale, with quiet dignity, “then the words of no man can benefit me." Ho dreaded going home —for the first time in his life he disliked passing through the streets of his native town, for the first time he shrank jrom the glances and words of his old comrades. “Heaven help Kate!” he said to himself. "How am Ito tell her?” But Kate knew already—such news travels fast. It was no weeping, hysterical wife who clung to him, half mad with womanish fears; a bright, tender face looked into his, sweet, warm, white hands clasped his, loving lips kissed him, a brave, bright voice cheered him with the music of home words. _ “I have heard all aboutlt, Darcy,” said his wife. “Never mind—no one can injure you. You are innocent, honest and honorable. Never mind what anyone says —heaven knows the truth, and I love you 'all the more that you bear this blame so well. 11 - — Darcy Lonsdale was relieved to find his wife so cheerful, and they sat down to discuss their difficulty. “Give the money back, Darcy,” said his wife. “If I were in your place I would not touch one shilling of it.” "If I did that it would look as though r feared inquiry—as though I knew that I had gained it by wrong means, and remorse compelled me to return it.” —“But,” said his wife, “if there should be a trial, and it should go against you?” “Then I must bear it like a man, Kate. I have had many blessings—if it pleasea .heaven to send me a reverse, I must not complain.” Presently Felix came in, and one glance at his son’s face told Darcy Lonsdale that he had heard the whole story. The handsome young face was full of emotion. He went straight up to his father and laid his hand lovingly upon his shoulder. “Let me help you, father,” he said. “No man s shall say one word against you while I live.’’

And the two men—father and son—shook hands. There was more expressed in that silent grasp than there could have been in a volume of words. “You have heard the story, I suppose, Felix,” said Mrs. Lonsdale. “Yes, I have heard it, and a more cruelly unjust story never was told. Let me help to fight your battle, father.” Presently Mrs. Lonsdale said, musingly: , “What will Violet say when she hears it?” “Say?” cried Felix. “She will he indignant. She will agree with me that any man who listens to it ought to be shot. Why do you look so strangely at me, madre?” “I was wondering,” she said, “whether this would make any difference to her or to her parents—l mean in respect of yourself.” “Difference? No—yet I am wrong. Yes, it will make this one difference. She will love me the better and cling to me the more. I have no doubt about Violet. It is the one thing needed to quicken her love for me with a new, strange life.” They talked until long after midnight; they looked the evil in the face. If tbfey went to law, and the law was against them, what then? They would be dreadfully embarrassed for ready money. The nursery governess must go, but they Could remain at Vale House, and the partnership should not be dissolved.

CHAPTER V. The autumn was come; the golden glory of summer had given way to it. The luxuriant trees made the woods a picture. The yellow leaves lay iu dank heaps, the corn had all been cut and carried, the fruit gathered; the gloaming was longer, and the sunset had clouds of deeper crimson. The little town of Lilford had experienced a social earthquake. The great trial of Lonsdale versus Hardman had been decided, and the verdict was against lsarcy Lonsdale; the will was declared nnll and void, and the whole of the property was to be given to James Hardman. “I shall never hold up my head again,” said Darcy Lonsdale, with a deep sob. .“I shall.never look my fellow-men it) the face.” That his old friends should have believed this of him pained the brave, honest heart.' He had a long illness, from which it was feared at first that he would never recover. It was a dreary time. The business fell away; the townspeople said to each other that they'could not trust a man of whom such things had been said—they could not leave their interests In his hands. One after another the old names disappeared from his books. Men he had known all his simple life fought stifer of him and the dreary time passed on. Felix worked hard, but it was like rowing against an angry current. There were some gleams of comfort; ons) of them neither father nor son ever forgot. It was an evening in October, dark and chill. For the first time the Invalid had come downstaffs, and the weight of anxiety upon him was like a weight of lead. Those were days of strict economy In Vale House. There was no tempting fruit for the feeble appetite, no generous wine to give strength to the feeble frame. The best medicine that the inv’alid had were the cheering, kindly words of hie wife, the loye of his son. That evening Felix tame home late from his office; he was tired, owing to the hard work and ill-fortune of the day. He fought nobly with misfortune, but he fought in vain. His kind face brightened when he saw n letter for him. It must be from Violet. Oh, to escape, if only

for one hour, and sun himself In the light of her presence! He saw her so seldom now. He was hard at work during the day, and the nights were so ..cold for walks and rambles. He occasionally went over to The Limee; but the welcome that be received there was not of the warmest, but he could not see Violet alone. He took up the letter with a smile and read it. It was not from Violet, but from her father, Francis Haye, saying that the marriage must be deferred at least a year, as be was quite sure that under the circumstances Felix could not hamper himself with a wife. “Violet was,” he said, “of the same opinion, as he would see;” and indeed there was a rose-tinted, sweet-scented note from Violet—just a few lines—to the effect that' she thought her father was right. (To be continued.)

LIVE IN THE COUNTRY.

The Beat Literary Work is Done by Men Whose Homes Are Outside the Cities. “See for a moment how the matter of residence affects literary people, with whose- work, naturally, I am familiar,” writes Edward Bok, In th# Ladies’ .Home Journal, of “The American Man and the Country.” “Pick out the successful writers of the day and see where their homes are. Scarcely in a single instance will you find one of them living in the city. On the other hand, look at the work done by your literary denizen of the city and see how it suffers in comparison with that of the man or woman whose mind rests on God’s own handiwork. Such writers are like pigmies compared to the men who with fresh minds look over God's landscape«and reflect the deepest and truest thoughts of real men and women. See how an author—and this is a constant occurrence—living in some remote country place does a great piece of work, and then, allured by false prophets, removes to the city and continues his work there. Is his work the same? Verily, it is not. Degeneration takes place as soofl as he removes himself from man’s truest surroundings. And what is true to-day of mem in literary work Is equally true of men in the kindred arts. The great work of the world is being done to-day by men whose Lives are spent away from the great cities.”

The Greatest River in the World.

How many Americans know that there is no river system on earth which even distantly compares with that of the Mississippi and its tributaries? The census tells us that these rivers, all flowing through one channel into the Gulf of Mexico, aggregate more than 100,000 miles in length. The Amazon, the Nile, the Ganges, and all the rest of the great river systems on earth, put together, scarcely approach this magnificent showing. A steamboat leaving Pittsburg can visit twenty-three States without passing through 'any artificial channel. She can go up the Allegheny and Monongahela, the Big Sandy, the Kentucky, th# Wabash, the Tennessee, and the Cumberland—clear Into Ala-bama-before reaching the mouth of the Ohio. Below Cairo she can traverse not only the Mississippi but the St. Francois, the Arkansas, the White, the Red, thte Yazoo, the Tallahatchee, the Yalobusna, the Ouachita, the great bayous, a<nd all the tributaries of these streams, making hundreds of miles.

Didn't Scatter fits Blows.

Some years ago a number of horsemen pulled off a fight at Louisville. The “go” was between Brutus Clay and a negro who hustled for his pork chops. After the fight had gone three rounds the hrsfier quit. His seconds said to him: “Say, what are you quitting for? You are doing all right, and you can beat him.** But the hustler said: “I ain’t agoin’ to fight that man any more ’cause he don’t scatter his blows enough.” Brutus used a straight left on the nose all the way through.

Very Necessary.

A ujnister of a rural parish in Scotland observed one of his flock shooting a hafe on the Sabbath. When catechising day came round he quesihmed him as follows: “John, do you know what a work of necessity is?” “I Jo,” said John. “Well, do you think shooting a hare on a Runday a work of necessity?” “Certainly,” said John. “Row’ do you make that out?” “Wfel, you see, meenlster, it micht be ava’ on Monday,” was John's canny reply “-London Spare Moments.

The Price of Constant Loyalty.

“But,” said the tourist, “I should think your frequent revolutions would entail an enormous expense upon your people.” “They do,” replied the native of the South American republic. “Why, we ofton have to change flags several times a day!”—Puck.

Shirking Responsibility.

“Well, this is great, I must say." “What?” “Our French teacher sends a note to ask that if we meet any of her friends in we will kindly not mention that we studied with her.”—Chicago Record.

An Inquiry.

“Give me the man who sings at his work!” said the man who likes quotatlon|. “What are you going to do?” inquired the leverely practical friend. “Start an opera company?”—Washington Star. Public opinion gives a man the right to du only as his wife likes, and givei her the right to do as she pleases, provided there is no other man in it. The crow-bar opens but It never closes.

FARMERS CORNER .

Vacuum Cow Milker. The Invention here shown relates to a machine by which cows can be more rapidly milked than by the old method, and the apparatus is adapted to be readily changed from one can to another. By fitting the. cover tightly on a can an air-tight space is made In the interior, the only opening being through the milking tube and into the exhaust

MACHINE FOR MILKING COWS.

apparatus. The four rubber cups are attached to the teats of the cow, and the air is exhausted from the Interior of the can- This produces a vacuum and causes the rubber cups to take hold oh the teats. The Interior arrangement of the cup expands the teat and does not shut off the flow of milk. As the vacuum increases inside the can It starts the flow of milk, and a steady stream is maintained from each teat until the supply is exhausted. An indicating gauge is attached to the cover to show the amount of air exhausted from the can. W. R. Thatcher and N. W. Hussey, of Oskaloosa, lowa, are the Inventors of this machine.

Importance of Late Crop«. If farmers will consider that from one to three tons of cured provender may be grown on an acre, and they will take advantage of the summer season for so doing, they can greatly enlarge their capacity for feeding stock during winter. Hungarian grass is a crop that grows more rapidly than millet, and it is one of the most efficient weed destroyers known, even the Canada thistle being unable to make headway against it As it soon reaches the cutting stage of growth it will afford two or more mowings, which will destroy any weeds that have the ability to compete with the crop. The stubble remaining over serves to protect the soil during the winter. Rape may also be cut two or three times, but requires good land. The rule is to turn sheep on the rape, using hurdles, and make a profit on the mutton. Cow-peas equal clover as a hay crop. The plants also benefit the soil by storing nitrogen therein. Many advise the growing of cow-peas as a green manurial crop entirely, but it Is more profitable to mow and cure for hay, as the manure will return to the soil that portion not shipped to market in the forms of meat, milk or butter. The cow-pea shades the land completely when broadcasted and provides favorable conditions for the recuperation of the soil. Whether- for hay or for plowing under any of the crops inentioned the farmer sl*ould not permit his growing corn to take the whole of his time from the summer crops.

Support for Tomatoes.

Tomatoes need a benchlike support, so that the vines can spread out to the sun and air and yet be held up from

WIRE NETTING SUPPORT FOR TOMATOES.

the ground, says the Farm Journal. An excellent plan is shown in the cut. A low, wooden support like that shown Is placed at Intervals of eight feet along the row, and across the top Is stretched two strips of twelve-inch wire poultry netting, leaving space between for plants to grow up through. Selling Vegetables by Weight. The Retail Grocers’ Association of Cleveland, Ohio, has adopted a resolution to hereafter sell all vegetables by weight, even In small quantities. This should be the rule everywhere, as it protects both buyer and seller. We once heard a huckster say that no man was fit for a peddler who could not get forty quarts of string beans out of a bushel, and a clerk more anxious to please his customers thaii to serve his employer will not get much more than three pecks out of the bushel. The legal weight for spinach, dandelions and beet greens there is tw.elve pounds to the bushel, but we have seen farmers pack fifteen or sixteen pounds in a bushel box, and have seen the retailer make two pounds fill a peck measure, which would give about eight pecks to ths bushel box. Measuring a Tree. Supposing a woodchopper Id the Maine forest Is told to get out * mast

for a yacht. He knows that he must find a tree which Is straight for sixty feet below the branches. It would be very troublesome to climb trees and measure them with a tape measure, so he, without knowing it, uses practical trigonometry. He measures off sixty feet In a straight line from the tree, and then he cuts a pole, which, when upright In the ground, is exactly as tall as himself. This he plants in the earth his own length from the end of his sixty feet. For example, if he is six feet tall, he plants his six-foot pole fifty-four feet from the tree. Then he lies down on his back, with his head at the end of the line and his feet touching the pole, and sights over the top of it. He knows that where his eyes touch the tree is almost exactly sixty feet from the ground.—Weekly Bouquet.

A Perfect Winter Wheat. Up-to-date Farming tells what a perfect winter wheat should be. It should mature early, as a few A <Jgys delay in harvesting may give rust, blight or ipsects a chance to .injure the crop,rand it must be prolific in yield. One variety will often pVoduce twenty bushels or more above the yield of another on same soil and similar conditions. It should have a stiff straw to prevent the stems from falling or lodging before harvest, which will result only in shrunken and imperfectly matured grain. It must be hardy In winter, as some varieties winter kill much more than others, and ft should have a thin skin. Some kinds have so thick a skin that there will be several pounds more of bran and less of flour than .with other thinner-skinned sorts, which makes them undesirable for the miller. Can all these qualities be .combined in one variety, and who will first offer such a variety to the public? Wisconsin's Deep Well. The well on the grounds of the Good Shepherd, in the town of Wauwatosa. Wis., has been bored to the depth ol 2,330 feet, one of the deepest wells in the world. The contractor has con eluded that he cannot obtain a flowing well and therefore stops. The watei rises within eighty feet of the surface, and is soft, limpid, of excellent quality for drinking, for washing or culinarj purposes, and is in such abundance as to furnish water sufficient for the needs of 4,000 or 5,000 persons. The watei will have to be pumped up by an en gine, which will cost SSOO, and then the institution will have all the water it requires for a century to come. Do Fowls Need Exercise? As fowls are ordinarily fed exercise is positively necessary to enable them to digest the food they take. A ration of grain In large part and other things in small part means that the fowls will have to develop muscle and energj to do the work of grinding. But it is possible to so feed the fowls that exer else will not be of any value. This is shown by the French method of fatten ing fowls. They are shut up in a cage and fed on a soft mash several times a day. They are given no room at all foi exercise, yet keep perfectly healthy and develop meat and fat at a great rate. ThinuiuK Potato Plants. An experiment well worth trying is tc thin out the plants in each hill of pota toes—with a view of reducing the quantity of small potatoes—to one stalk in each hill. This must be done before the tubers are formed. The rows should be at least three feet apart and the plants twenty Inches apart in tlie row. While results from this practice have been really wonderful, it is ad vised that each person try it on a small plot before going into it extensively. Not only were all of the tubers of good, marketable size by this plan, but the yield was wholly satisfactory. Price of Milk in New York. Milk sells in New York City all the way from 3% to 15‘cents per quart. Some restaurants buy large quantities at a low figure- and then sell by the glass or bowl at 12 cents or more. Bakers use skimmilk largely, selling the cream for about as much as they paid for the whole milk. It is fair to say that the milk for which the fanner re ceives the present low figure sells on the average for a little over G cents per quart.—Rural New Yorker. For the Horses. There is a deal of horse energy ex hausted in fighting flies. Fresh, clean bedding is as 1 welcome to the tired horse as to the tired, oi hired, man. Water horses often as possible; a little at a time is better than a deluge at long intervals. Better a shady out-door feeding and resting place at noon time than a filthy hot, fly-infested stable. Sunlight and fresh air in the stable constitute a fine Insurance policy against sickness and death. It is asking a deaHpf a farmer to de much currying of horses in the suminei season, yet the more of it done the bet ter for the horse. Work the horses easily for the flrsi hour or so after eating. They can de their hardest work easiest after the last meal is partly digested. It Is doubtful If any one little detail of farming pays better than keeping horse stables clean and sweet during the summer. And if kept flyless there Is good profit in them.. For sweet charity’s sake, do not in filet pain upon your horse. Cruel yank . ing on the reins, stroke of lash or kick from a heavy boot the patient, noble.faithful horse should be a stranger to If he does not do your bidding on the instant it is because he does not understand what you want Be patient Ths abused horse—one that is constantly ex pectlng a blow—cannot be as valuable a servant as the kindly treated one.