Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 34, Number 98, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 August 1902 — Page 2

A SISTER’S VENGEANCE

vaar xan m. About a month after the marriage Capt. Armstrong was returning one night on kaneback from Dartmouth to the home «t his wife’s family, where he wag aojmrnlng prior to setting off upon a long veyage. He had been to the principal inu •a dine with some officers whose vessels Md just touched there from Falmouth, and Humphrey, who had been present, had felt some doubt about letting him go heon alone. “Ton can get a good bed here, and ride hasne in the morning," he said. “You had better stay." “Mind your own business, upstart,” tried the captain; and ordering his horse, he mounted and set off with a lurch, first on one side, and then on the other, endh threatening to send him out of the ■addle. “He’ll be all right, Armstrong,” said a jovial-looking officer, laughing. “Perhaps so,” said Humphrey, aloud. Then to himself, “I don’t half like it, though. The road’s bad, and I shouldn't care for anything to happen to him, even if it is to make me heir to his estate. 1 wish I had not let him go." He returned to the room where the officers were. They had no longer journey before them than upstairs to their sooms, and there were plenty of servants to see them safely into bed. “I’ve done wrong,” said Humphrey Armstrong, “He was not fit to go home alone. It’s a long walk, but I shall not feel comfortable unless I see whether he has got home safely. Here goes." He slipped out of the room, and, tak* mg a stout stick which was the com pankm of his hat, he started forth into the cool night air, and walked sturdily away Al the direction of his cousin's house. About half an hour later the drowsy groom who was sitting up for the captain's return, rose with a sigh of satisfaction, for he heard the clattering of hoofs In the stable yard. “At last!" he cried; and, taking a lighted lantern, he hurried out, to stand in dismay staring at the empty saddle, at the trembling animal, breathing hard and shaking its head. “Why, she's all of a muck,” muttered the man; “and the captin ar’n’t on her. He be fallen off, I'd swear.” , The man stood staring for a few min■tes, while the horse pawed impatiently, as if asking to be admitted to its stable. Then he opened the door, the weary beast went in, and the man stood staring with true Devon stolidity. It suddenly occurred to him something ought to be done about the captain, and he roused up the coachman to spread the alarm in the house. “Nay, we'll only scare the poor ladies ♦0 death," said the Jehu of the estabIshment, gray hairs having brought him wisdom. "Let's zqe virst, lad, if there be anything really bad.” The horses were quickly saddled, and the two men servants trotted along the Dartmouth road till about half way, where, in one of the gloomiest parts, their horses began to snort and exhibit signs •f fear, and as they drew up a voice Shouted: “Help! Who’s that? Help!” “Why, it be Mr, Humphrey,” said the •id coachman; and dismounting, he gave his rein to his companion, and ran forward. "What be wrong, sir?" “The captain. Much hurt," was the •eply.

“I thought io. Mir. His horse corned home without him. He's been throwed—•r pulled off.” be added to himself. “It’s something worse, I’m afraid. Here, help me, and let's get him home." The old coachman lent his aid, and with some difficulty the captain was placed ■cross one of the horses, the lieutenant mounting to hold him on and support him. while the two servants followed ■lowly behind. "Pulled off IT whispered the groom. “Mebbe;" said the old coachman; and then to himself. "Looks bad for Mr. Humphrey; and if he died, what should 1 say to them as asked how I found ’em'/” The old man walked slowly on for half an hour before he answered his mental question, and his answer was: “They'd make me dell ’em the truth, ■nd it might bring Mri. Humphrey Io the gallows; and if it did, it would be all through me.” • •••••• After leaving his companions at the inn Captain Armstrong had descended into a ■arrow pass where the road had been sat down in the hillside, leaving a high -well-wooded bank on either hand, and here it was far more dark than out in the open, and the mare, after walking steadily on for some distance with her well-shod hoofs clinking upon the loose •tones, suddenly shied, stopped short, and anarted. “What's the matter with you, stupid? Can't >you stand straight?" cried the captain, striking the beast angrily with his heels. “Go on.” The horse, however, backed and swervm ed from side to side, making as if to turn* •barplj and gallop back to Dartmouth; hat just at that moment there was a nestling sound heard overhead, where the vssgh bushes fringed the bank, and <ll- - after a rush and the sound of some leaping down into the lane between the captain and the town. This had the effect of startling the terse more and more, but instead of making now for the way by which they had •sane, it willingly obeyed the touch of the aider’s spur, and continued its Journey fcr half a doaen yards. Then it stopped •tert once again, for a dark figure leaped ten into the lane just in front, and the captain found himself hemmed in. “Stand hack, you scoundrel*!” roared Ite captain. “I'U blow your brains out I” A mocking laugh was the response, and ■s he dragged at the holster a smart Msw from a cudgel fell upon hfs hand, ■asking him utter a yell of pain. The ■nt moment one of the men had leaped Wp behind him and clasped his arms to Ma aide, and in the struggle which ensued tefti came down off the horse. which uttered a loud snort of fear and dashed off M ■ gallop down the hill for home, while, ■erred to action now by hie position and •tsag by the blows he had received from Ms assailant, the captain wrested himself tee and dragged h(s sword from ita

By CEORGE MANVILLE FENN

He had hardly raised it in the air when a tremendous blow fell upon the blade dose to the hilt, the sword snapped in two, and the captain was defenseless. “I give in,” he cried, backing away to the side of the lane and facing the two dimly seen figures in the darkness; “what do you want?” i One of the men burst into : a hoarse laugh. “I’ve hardly any money," cried the captain; “a guinea or two. If I give you that will you go on?" “Curse your money, you cowardly hound F* cried the second man. “How dare you, dog!” cried the captain. “Do you know who I am?” “James Armstrong,” said the same speaker. "Now, lad, quick!” “You shall—” The captain’s words turned into a yell of agony as he received a violent blow from a stick across one arm, numbing it, and before its echo rose from the steep slope of the hill a second and a third blow fell, which were followed by a shower, the unfortunate man yelling, beseeching and shrieking with agony and fear. He dropped upon his knees and begged piteously for mercy; but his tormentors laughed and seised the opportunity he offered to apply their blows more satisfactorily. Back, arms, legs, all in turn, were belabored as two men beat a carpet, till the victim’s cries grew hoarse, then faint, and finally ceased, and he lay in the tramped road, crushed almost to a mummy and unable to stir hand or foot; and then, and then only, did his assailants cease. “Ain’t killed him, have we, Abel, lad?" said the bigger of the two men. "Killed? -We never touched his head. It would take a deal to kill a thing like him. Captain!” he said mockingly. "What a cowardly whelp to command men!” “What shall we do now?"’ whispered the bigger man. “Do! I’m going to make my mark upon him, and then go home." “Well, you have, lad.” "Ay, with a stick, but I’m going to do it with my knife;" and, as he spoke, the lesser of the two men drew his knife from its dagger-like sheath. "No, no, don't do that. Give him a good 'un On the head. No knife.” “Ay, but I will,” said the other, hoarsely; and, dropping on his knees, he seised the prostrate man by the ear, while the trembling wretch uttered a shriek of agony, making his assailants start away. “Did you do It, lad?” "Yes; I done it. I'm satisfied now. Let's go.” “And leave him there?” "Why not? What mercy did he show? He was only shamming. Let him call for help now till someone comes.” The bigger man uttered a grunt and followed his companion as he mounted the steep side of the lane, while, faint, exhausted and bleeding now, Captain James Armstrong sank back and fainted away.

•. > CHATTER IV. "You dare not deny it!" cried Mary Dell, furiously, as she stood in the doorway of the -eottage, facing her brother and Bart Wrigley, who attempted to escape, but were prevented by her barring the way of exit. “You cowards —lying in wait for an unarmed man!” “Why, he’s got a sword and pistols,” cried Bart. "There!” shrieked Mary, triumphantly; "you have betrayed yourself, Bart. Now perhaps my brave brother will confess that he lay in wait in the dark for an unarmed man, and helped to beat him nearly to death.” “You’re a nice fellow to trust, Bart,” said Abel, looking at his companion. “Betrayed yourself directly.” “Couldn’t help it,” grumbled Bart. “She’s so sharp upon a man.” "You cowards!” cried Mary again. "Well, I don’t know about being cowards,” said Abel, sullenly. “He was mounted and had his weapons, and we had only two sticks.” "Then you confess it was you? Oh! what a villain to have for a brother!” “Here, don’t go on like that,” cried Abel. "See how he has served you.” "What is that to you?” cried Mary, fiercely. "If he jilted me and I forgive him, how dare you interfere?” “I’hew!” whistled Bart to__himself. “What a way she has!" “Why, any one would think you cared for him, Polly,” said Abel, starting, while Bart whistled softly again, and wiped the heavy dew from his forehead. “Care for him—l hate him!” cried Mary, passionately; “but do you think I wanted my own brother to go and take counsel with his big vagabond companion ■" “Phew!” whistled Bart again, softly, as he perspired now profusely, and wiped his forehead with his fur cap. “And then go and beat one of the king’s officers? But you’ll both suffer for it. The constables will be here for you, and you’ll both be punished.” “Not likely—eh, Bart?’ said Abed, with a laugh. "No, lad,” growled that worthy. “Too dark.” “Don’t you be too sure,” cried Mary. “You cowards! and if he dies”—there was a hysterical spasm here—“if he dies, you’ll both go to the gibbet and swing in chains!” Bart gave his whole body a writhe, as if he already felt the chains about him as he was being made into a scare scamp. “Didn’t hit hard enough, and never touched his head,” be growled. “And as for you.” cried Mary, turning upon him sharply, "never you look me in the face again. You are worse than Abel; and I believe it was your mad, insolent jealousy set you persuading my foolish brother to help in this cowardly attack,”, “Never mind what she says, Bart, lad," said Abel; “she'll thank us sortie day for half killing as big a scamp as ever stepped." “Thank you!" cried Mary, with her eyes flashing and her handsome face distorted, “I hope to see you both well puniahbd and ” “Who's that coming?*’ said Abel, sharply. as steps were heard approaching ouickly.

As Mary turned round to look, Abel caught sight of something over her shoulder in the evening light which made him catch his companion by the arm. “Quick, Bart, lad,” he whispered; “through her room and squeeze out of the window. The constables!” He opened the door of his sister's little room, thrust his mate in, followed, and shut and bolted the door; but as he turned then to the window, a little strongly made frame which had once done duty in a vessel, Mary’s voice was heard speaking loudly in conversation with the new arrivals in the outer room, and then there was a loud knocking at the door. “Open—in the king’s name!” “Open it yourself,” muttered Abel, “when we’re gone. Quick, Bart, lad!” “Can’t,” growled his companion. “I’m ketched just across the hips, and can’t move.” As Abel seized an old sea chest and was about to drag it before the door, there was a tremendous kick, the bolt was driven off, the door swung open, and the Dartmouth constable and a couple of men rushed forward, and, in spite of Abel’s resistance, dragged him Into the other room. "Now, Dell, my lad,” said the head man, “I’ve got you at last.” “So it seems,” said Abel, who stared hard at his sister as be spoke; while she stood with her hands clasped before her and a peculiarly rigid look in her face,, staring wildly back. “Smuggling and wrecking weren’t enough for you, eh?" “What do you want here?” said Abel, giving his sister a final scow) and then facing the head constable. “You, my lad—you,” said that individual, with a grin. “What for?” “Attempted murder and robbery on the king’s highway, my lad.” "It’s a lie! Who says so?” cried Abel, setting his teeth and fixing his sister again with his dark eyes as she gave him an imploring look. “Never mind who says so, my lad. Information’s laid all regular against yon and Master Bart Wrigley. You’re both captured neatly. Here, how long are you going to be bringing forward the other?” “We can’t get him out,” shouted a voice. “He’s stuck in the little window.” “I’ll soon see to that,” said the constable, backing Abel into the little bedroom which was darkened by Bart’s body filling up the window. “Here, lay hold of his legs and give a good jerk.” There was a sharp jerk, and Bart’s body was snatched out of the imprisoning frame so suddenly that five men went down ou the floor together, while the first to rise was Bart, who kicked himself free, made for the door in spite of a pistol leveled by the head constable, and passed through. “Come on, Abel!” he shouted as he went. Abel made a dash to follow, but he only struck his face against the muzzle of a pistol, and the head constable held on. There was a rush after Bart, but it was needless, for the great, stolid fellow had sqen the state of affairs, and come back. “All right, Abel, lad,” he growled; “I won’t leave you in the lurch. What’s it mean—lock-up ?” “Yes, my lad; charge of attempted murder and robbery,” said the head constable. Abel was gasing fiercely at his sister, who met his angry eyes with an imploring look. "And my own sister, too, Bart,” he said, bitterly. “We fought for her, lad, and she gave information to the police.” "No, no, no, Abel!” cried Mary, running to him to fling her anna- about his neck; but he gave her a rough thrust which sent her staggering back, and her countenance changed on the instant, for her eyes flashed vindictively, and she stood before him with folded arms. "Prisoner confessed in the presence of you all that be committed the act," said the constable; and his words were received with a mutter of assent, in chorus. Mary stood with her arms folded across her breast and her brow wrinkled while the party moved out of the cottage; but the next instant the scene which followed made her rush outside and gaze wildly with eyes dilated and breast heaving, and her hands now clasped as she watched the chase. For as the little party stood outside, Bart still with his hand upon his companion's shoulder, Abel said quickly: “The boat, Run!" Bart was, as a rule, rather slow of comprehension; but at that moment the same idea was filling his mind. That is to say, it was already charged, and Abel’s words were as so many sparks struck from steel to fire that charge. Consequently, as the young fellow struck the constable to the left, Bart did the same to the right, and they dashed off as one man toward where, just round the western point of rock which helped to form the litt»e bay. they knew that their boat was lying, swinging with the tide to a grapnel lying ou the sands. "They’ll escape—they’ll escape!" cried Mary, clapping her hands joyously. “They’ll get to the boat; the sail’s in, and there’s a good breeze. Oh, if I were only with them!” A sudden thought struck her, and she caught up a sun-bonnet from where it lay on the open window sill. “I’ll go,” she thought. “They'll sail west. I could reach Mallow's Cove across the fields, and signal to them. They’d come in and would pick me up, and we could escape together far, far from here.” Al) this with her checks flashing, her handsome eyes sparkling, and her breast rising and falling in the height of her emotion. Then a change came over her. Her eyes looked heavy; her forehead wrinkled again. "Escape! Where?’ she said, (half aloud. “I’d gladly go—away from all this torture; but they think I betrayed them, and would not come In." The elasticity was gone out of her step, as she slowly climbed the face of the huge scarped rock which towered above the cottage—a risky ascent, but one to which she was, as it were, born; and, with her eyes fixed upon the pursuers and the fugitives, she trusted to her hands and feet to take her safely to the top, passing spot after spot where one unused to climbing would have stopped and turned back, so giddy was the ascent. Higher and higher, past clinging ivy, fern and clusters of yellow ragwort, with patches of purple heath and golden gorse, till the further side of the rocky point was opened out, with the boat lying like a speck afloat beyond the line of foam. Mary paused there with her sun-bon-net in her hand to watch the result; but there was no exultation in her eyes, only

« look of stony despondency*, for from where she stood she could see now that the effort of her brother and his companion was In vain. The pursuers were now all together, and settled down to a steady trot, which pace they increased as Bart and Abel reached the rocks, and, instead of going right round, began to climb over some fifty yards from where the water washed the point. “We’re too many for him this time, cried AM: hit, were you?” “Hit? No. Shot never went within a mile of me.” “Then why are you dowsing your jib like that?” “I were a-thinldng about she, mate,” said Bart, in a low growl. “Curse her for a woman all over!” said Abel. “They take to a man, and thq more he ill uses ’em they fight for him the more.” “Ay, lad; but to think of her putting them on to us! It don’t seem like she.” (To be continued.)

BONNER AS A TYPESETTER.

How the Ledger Man Once Worsted a "Tourist” Printer. ■ “One of the old-time compositors who holds down a case in the Government printing office once worked on the Hartford Courant with the late Robert Bonner when he was zinc-slinger In that office. He says that one day a tourist came along, and, after mixing around in the composing room and doing the panhandling act to the queen’s taste, announced that he was about the swiftest printer that ever came down the pike or counted crossties. He said he was spoiling for a contest with some swift, and understood that Bonner was one of the men who found it necessary to drop water in his space-box to prevent setting his case on fire. Mr. Bonner finally grew tired of the tourist’s bluffs, and said that while he was not a betting man he would go him a ten-spot for a little trial of speed. Strange to say, the tourist produced a ten, which Bonner covered, and the two men got down to their knitting. In twenty hours and twenty-eight minutes Mr. Bonner had set and corrected 25,000 ems of solid minion, besides taking time to store away three pieces of pie and two glasses of milk. The tourist was snowed under by more than 4,000 eras. Mr. Bonner was the first man to enter a typesetting contest in America, and It is a coincidence that Leo Monheimer, the last to win one, died within one week of Mr. Bonner. The greatest record Mr. Bonner ever made was setting and correcting 33,000 ems in twen-ty-four hours, an average of about 1,375 ems an hour.—-Washington Post

Pays the Farmers Well.

Gardeners and fruit .growers, especially those residing near the larger cities of the country, have been enjoying a profitable business of late years and the demand for their products Is still on the increase. The handling of these articles, too, has developed and Is a great business enterprise, commanding millions of dollars of capital. Already North America is the greatest fruit-growing country in the world, practicing the most scientific and progressive methods. The flower-growing interest Is Itself an important source of national wealth Where once we grew tomatoes in an amateurish way as a garden product, we now grow them in blocks of hundreds of acres. So great have become the horticultural interests in this country that departments of horticulture have been established even in many small as well as.the large schools. The generation to come will see the different branches of horticulture, each in Itself a department of the Institution. The extent to which these special industries are singled out and emphasized measures the increasing importance of agriculture as a whole.

Cheap Living.

Mexican laboring men work for twelve cents a day, and yet secure the necessities of life and some of what they consider its comforts. This may seem incredible, but it is a fact You see more copper cents in that country and more are used, perhaps, than' in any country on the globe. It is not uncommon to see a Mexican woman go to market and buy a cent’s worth of wood, a cent’s worth of corn or coffee and a stalk of cane. She will make a fire in the center of her adobe house and prepare a meal for the family. They eat cane as we would an apple.

The Man and His Message.

“Did you see that distinguished-look-ing man who came down the aisle of the theater and whispered in Mrs. Giddypate’s ear?” • * “Yes, I saw him.” “He looked like a perfect stranger, too.” “Guess he was.” “It’s astonishing the way that woman goes on. Could you hear what the man said?” “Yes, I heard It” “What did he say?” “He said, ‘Madam, please remove your hat’ It was the chief usher.”— Cleveland Plain Dealer.

Valuable Opera Glasses.

One of the most costly pair of opera glasses In the woild is owned by Queen Alexandra, for whom they were especially made In Vienna. The barrels are of platinum and set with diamonds, sapphires and rubles. Various estimates hare been made as to its probable worth. An expert in such matters fixes the value of the lorgnette at $25,000.

Neutralizing the Nicotine.

It is announced that “eminent French physicians have discovered a way to* entirely neutralise the nicotine tn to* bacco.” Dr. Gautier certifies that h« has smoked “thirty large Hack cigars In twelve hours without any bad effect. whereas In their unsterilised state three make him ill."

FARM AND GARDEN

Circular Form of Silo. The consensus of opinion of those who have studied the silo problem indicates that the circular form is preferable. There are, however, many square and rectangular silos in successful operation. Especially is this the case with those having rounded corners. Where great strength and large capacity are demanded the frame circular silo will best meet the requirements. This form of silo can be made quite durable by plastering the Inside with cement The circular stave silo, owing to its simplicity and economical construction, seems to fully meet the requirements of the farmer. With the form of silo properly erected the waste of silage is reduced to the minimum. Hoops for the silo can be made of any suitable material, such as half inch, seven-sixteenths inch or fiveeighths inch round iron, one-eighth Inch flat iron two inches wide or wire. The woven wire fence hoop is often used since it is regarded as being very economical. Door?' may be simply sawed out, or made continuous from the bottom to the top of the silo. The

CIRCULAR SILO.

sawed out doors may be ranged one above the other, with a stationary ladder placed alongside running to the top of the silo, as shown in the cut When the silo is built on the outside of the barn, a roof Is needed. This may be simply a shed roof constructed with plank, or a neat, Inexpensive shingle roof, as shown In the cut

A Suitable Dust Bath. All chickens seem to thoroughly enjoy a dust bath, and its use undoubtedly is a benefit to their plumage, besides ridding them of lice. If the plumage Is to be kept clean and bright especially on birds Intended for exhibition purposes pr of white varieties, It Is essential that the dusting place be kept absolutely dry, as otherwise it will soil the plumage and the fine bird on which you may pride yourself will look very dingy.

The roofed box in the sketch will give an idea of how birds may be provided with a dry dust bath in nearly all kinds of weather. Cloths may be tacked across the top ends, with hooks at bottom for stormy weather, if the box is In a field. Some poultry raisers allow their fowls the liberty of the sheds where the farm machinery is housed and here they get a fine dusting in all sorts of weather, but if the birds roost on them it does not Improve their looks nor the working of the farm Implements. Better keep them out, and assign them quarters more fitting. The

AN ALL-WEATHER DUST BOX.

cost of cleaning machinery of hen manure on some farms would build palatial abodes for the hens and make them a profitable part of the farm.— John G. Knott, in Farm and Home. i ■ To Make Heoa Lay. When hens do not lay in summer, the fault may be due to overfeeding, owing to the abundance of insects, grass and seeds on the range or pasture. It is better to send such bens to market if they are over two years old, and depend upon the early batched pullets as winter layers. All pullets that are to be retained should be kept in good growing condition, not faj, by allowing a variety of food, meat being much better than corn or wheat for all kinds of young poultry. Feeding Grain to Steer*. Feeding grain to steers on grass is justified when pastures are short and where these cannot be supplemented with some kind of fodder. Where steers are partly warmed up with grain before being turned to grass it may prove an excellent practice to continue feeding them about one peck per day. By following this practice the animals may be kept going from the •nt day. Such animals may be marketed earlier than those that are grass Hd atone and invariably will command

a little higher pries. It is generally ad* visable to grind corn for grass led steers. Animals on grass alone frequently lose weight during the first weeks after being turned out, so that the time required to make this up is entirely lost When grain Is feed it is a good plan to feed a little roughage, such as timothy or clover hay, during the first week after turning to grass in order to prevent scouring.—lowa Hotpestpad. ...... ... A One-Man Saw. A cross-cut saw win get through a great deal more wood with a given' amount of muscle than any other hand device. With this rocking walking beam attachment and its weighted and swinging pendulums, one man can eas-

ONE-MAN CROSSCUT SAW.

ily manage the saw. The post, as shown in the cut, should be about eight feet high to admit of having a pendent sufficiently long to give the required length of stroke. The weight on the outer pendent should be just sufficient to prevent the saw from riding. The spring from main post to the saw should be strong enough to help the sawyer on the return stroke. A stout cord running over a pulley with a weight attached may take the place of the spring. A stiff wire with a hook in the lower end answers very well in place of the wooden pendent shown in the cut. When it is adjusted just right the walking beam will see-saw easily, as it follows the motion of the saw.— John Jackson, in Agricultural Epltomist Aida to Whitewashing. The use of the fruit-spraying pumps makes easy the task of'whitewashing stables, henhouses and cellars, and it is much more effectual than the use of the brush, because by .making tha stream a little larger ana more forcible, which most spraying nozzles admit of, a stream can be sent into cracks and crevices where the brush would not reach. It. may not prove as penetrating or as powerful a disinfectant as the gas from burning sulphur and charcoal, but it takes next rank, and can be used where it might not be well to use the sulphuric acid gas, as in cellars under living rooms. If It is to be used as a disinfectant, or as an insect destroyer, the addition of a little carbolic acid or a little dissolved copperas to the whitewash may be an advantage, and we prefer the latter, at least in -cow stables, because it emits no offensive odor. Let the lime be thoroughly slaked, and strained through a cloth, so that it may be thin enough to work well in the nozzle. And sides, ceilings, corners and floors can be well sprayed In one-fourth the time needed for the use of the brush. Applied-dur* Ing the hot weather, it does not take long to dry, and two coats can easily be given if one does not look thick enough when dried.—New England Homestead.

Handy Hay Derrick. W. A. Clearweather, of Indiana, sends lowa Homestead a sketch of a derrick which he has found very handy

for building stacks out in the field. The runners are made out of 2x12 stuff fourteen feet long, . the center cross piece 3xß, and the outside cross pieces 2xß, all let in as shown in the illustration.

The four braces are made of 4x4 stuff. The post may be.either round or be ten feet high. The pole “a” should square and should be about thirty feet long, so as to make a good sized stack. It should be made of pretty good timber. Whiteoak is good and seasoned red elm is also very good for this purpose. Have the blacksmith make a fork like that seen at “b” to fasten on the top of the post upon which the pole revolves. An old buggy spindle is a very good thing for putting on this piece. The illustration shows the location of pulleys and the method of adjusting the pole for stacking. In stacking set the derrick to the windward of the stack. Value of Ensilage. Ensilage is not only the cheapest of all cattle foods, but a supply In winter prevents a complete change from green to dry food. A change means less milk, unless some succulent food, such as ensilage of roots, is allowed In addition t o'hay and grain. Some cows fall off in milk when put on dry food and do not regain in yield until the next spring. Regulating the milk supply by regulating the food and its quality requires a study of both summer and winter conditions. Feed Green Corn. One of our best dairymen in an address before a farmers’ Institute said that during the summer, his pastures getting short and bavlpg no soiling crop, he commenced cutting off and feeding his milk cows his corn. Hs kept ■ close account and fonnd it paid. This shows the Importance of feeding well at all times If the flow of milk js to be maintained and that it can ba done profitably and a good product obtained. The most extensive cemetery is tn ths catacombs of Rome; over 6.000.000 homan beings are then interred.