Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 35, Number 21, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 November 1902 — Page 7

The Iron-Worker’s Daughter

CHAPTER IV.—(Continued.) • S "And to think! The thing you were bringing me was a lot of lies—printed lies to mislead honest men. It was to carry this stuff to me you went to the mill. Well, the story will keep—4l will keep. An open circular would not have misled you; but these people are so rich now they can waste hundreds and thousands of dollars on stamps. How long will it be until dinner is ready?” “I can have it ready in fifteen minutes at most—maybe sooner.” “There’s no hurry, child. I’ll be back soon—l'm going over to Jack’s.” The Ironworker put his hat on and left the house. He must talk to some kindred spirit—Jack Jones was the man. The ironworker’s daughter was in the act of frying potatoes when a gentle rap on the door startled her. She deftly slipped the stove -lid under the pan to preventffie potatoes from burning in her absence,' and opened the door. As she opened it a deep blush mantled her face. The visitor was Arthur Mayberry. He lifted his hat, bowed, begged her pardon, looked disconcerted, then said: “Possibly I have made some mistake, Miss Atherton.” He glanced up at the number, blushing furiously. Miss Atherton was quick-wit-ted. Sbe was noted among her friends for always doing the right thing. “If you will tell me what number you are looking for, sir, maybe I can be of some service to you.” Arthur Mayberry thought he had never heard a voice as musical as the ironworker’s daughter possessed. “Why, there is some absurd mistake, I dare say. I was looking for Number 22.” is 22. Pray come in." jcrowd staid however and were , found by Sheriff Lawrence and , ’ Jarty on their arrival about 111. ) clock and one of them who had I seen selected as ring official said ;hat the fight was called off on kocount of a disagreement over J he purse. Whatever the reason, it was j lucky one for the promoters and « •rinoipals of the fight as Mr. I jawrence went prepared to put I he whole crowd under arrest and i bring them back with them. The day of prize fighting in Lake ! County is past and all attempts to revive it will probably meet with or cun ai “My father will be in in fifteen or twenty minutes at most,” said Irene. Mayberry suspected the truth. He had called at their dinner hour. He rose, replaced his hat, and placed his hand -on the knob of the door, saying: “I had no idea it was your father, Miss Atherton. Please tell him I may call later in the day, or—l can see him in the mill.” There was a sound of voices on the street. As Arthur Mayberry opened the door, still looking at the ironworker’s daughter admiringly—he could not remove his eyes from her—lrene started. The loudest voice was her father's. He was very angry. The other voice was that of a stranger. It was evident Sir. Mayberry recognized her father’s voice. He thought he recognized the voice that puzzled Irene. He could not step ou£, nor could he act upon his first impulse and close the door again, for that would simply- be an admission that he had heard all that was aaid on the street. He began to speak of the sudden death of the manager of Star Mill, when the voices on the street rose louder and sharper. Atherton’s voice was loudest. “If you ever insinuate —If you ever hint at that again—as sure as there is a heaven above us ——” “Hah! You threaten me!” “You infernal scoundrel! You--yon—-villain! Go away, before lam tempted to do something!” The Listeners heard a sneering laugh. The strange voice answered in a low tone, then, s/fldenly and without warning, the ironworker pushed his door wide open and confronted his daughter and Mayberry with a pale face, and hands trembling hke one afflicted with a palsy. CHAPTER V. The ironworker stared from one to the other, then with a mighty effort regained self-control. “You find me in a temper, Mr. Mayberry—if you knew; but I won’t talk about it. Is it anything particular you want to see me about?” Mayberry, recalling the circumstance afterward, remembered Atherton did not ask him to sit down. “I called in relation to an advertisement, but I did not dream it was yours.” “Yes, yes,” said Atherton. He was flurried. “But really, Mr. Mayberry, I can’t talk business just now—l must cool off. I —we can talk it over at the mill. Sorry things have happened this way—but it’s not nly doing, it’s all that ” Here the puddler checked himself and bit his lip. "Mr. Mayberry might stop and take dinner with us, father. It is almost ready.” “You are welcome —none more welcome, to such as we have,” said Atherton. “I’m not as mindful of these things ns my daughter, Mr. Mayberry. We would be pleased to have your company." “Not now,” said Mayberry. “You will excuse me to-day, Mr. Atherton." Mayberry bowed and withdrew. Whin the door closed upon him, Atherton sat down suddenly. “Yon are not well,” said his daughter, with concern. “It is nothing,” said her father; but alie wondered none the less. His tone, bls manner was strange. Instead of hanging his hat up cheerily, and speaking lightly of the affairs of the house, Atherton sat moodily, tossing his hat on a chair near him. “Dinner is ready, father,” said his daughter, a minute Inter. Atherton rose, passed a hand over his face, sighed heavily—lrene had never

BY HOWARD FORRESTER.

heard him sigh before—and sat down. He helped his daughter, then helped himself. But he did not eat much. And presently he began to talk in a tone his daughter had heard him indulge in but rarely, except when some of his fellow-molders came in for an hour or two. ■■ “I suppose Sam Gummitt will be manager, and then there’ll be trouble. The way things are running now, a workman hasn’t much chance. If he dares to say his soul is his own, he hears of it. And if he stands up for his rights they manage to get rid of him some way. It’s not hard finding an excuse. Capital rules the day.” “Maybe things will take a turn for the better, papa,” said Irene, smiling. “I hope things may—l hope they may, but it don’t look like it. I’m too poor to try my own ideas, and because I don’t knuckle to some fellow who would rob me of my brain work, I'm out in the cold —and likely to be.” “It may be, Mr. Mayberry wijl help you find a way to try your invention.” “Maybe.” Atherton looked at her sharply. She was apparently unconscious of his scrutiny. He was going to speak, when a light rap on the door attracted his attention. . “Come in.” As a large, heavy-built man entered, Atherton exclaimed: “Ah, Jack! Just the man I want to see.” “I was out when you came over,” said the visitor.' “Sit down. Jack.”

The visitor settled himself comfortably by the fireplace. It was merely a matter of habit. He might have sat out of doors, the weather was so fine. “Anything new, Jack?” “They do say as how Gummitt will be over us.” “Ah!” “However, it ain’t just settled.” “No? What seems to be in the way,

now?” “O! I’m not sure. They do say as how Gummitt has some prime new idea.” Atherton, who was standing, wheeled around suddenly upon hearing this. “Gummitt got an idea—a prime idea!” Jack Jones’ eyes twinkled. He could scarcely preserve his gravity. Something was welling up in him —something he was trying to keep down, but it would not be repressed. “Yes—Sam’s got an idea—a brand r.ew one. Ido not say ’twus his own. What’s to hinder any man having a new idea — isn’t it as easy to carry borrowed ideas, as ’tis to carry your own?” The puddler drew a deep breath, picked up a chair, planted it in front of his neighbor, and sat down. Then he said in a sharp tone: _ “Jack, what’s in this? You’ve heard something. Tell me all about it.” “Give a fellow time, Dan. Don’t come

at me like a house afire.” ‘*Come—out with it, Jack.” “Why, then, they do say Gummitt has found a new process.” “What is this idea? Is it anything like .mine, Jack?” “Well, now, if you come at me that way," Jack began, but his friend interrupted him. “Cofne. Jack; you know —everybody knows —Sam Gummitt is a man who has only his doggedness and his close month to recommend him. I don’t deny he is a good workman—but he is not as good as half a dozen you know. And he never originated an idea in his life. So, if it is anything like my idea ” “It is.” Atherton leaned back, and loked at his visitor steadily.

“Who told you this?” "Well—it’s come to me two or three ways, Dan. But there’s no doubj; of it. If it isn’t your idea, it’s mighty nigh it.” Atherton rose and paced the floor. Then he stopped in front of his guest. “Jack, do you know what I’ll do if Sam steals my invention?” “Give him a licking—a right down good one. He’d deserve it.” „ “I’ll do worse than that. I’ll show him up—and whoever backs him. If there’s any law in the land.” "Ay, there’s plenty of law, but where’s your justice? If he has some one at his back with a long purse—eh? What will you do then?” iltherton’s answer was sharp and quick. “If I can’t get justice, and Sam Gummitt steals my plans, -I’ll deal with him myself. I don't think he’ll like to force me to that —but let any of them try to rob me, and they will find it’ll cost them more than they will like to pay.’’ “I just thought I’d give you warning.” “I’ll not forget it, Jack.”

“I hear so many stories about people stealing patents —and we’re always reading about infringements. But it’s time enough to worry when you're sure he’s got your invention.” “No,” said Atherton with energy. “Now is the time." They sat looking at each other quietly a few minutes, when Jack suddenly said: “Tell you what. Dan. There’s n man could maybe help you. Why didn't jou think of him long ago? He knows all the owners—and they say he has a pile of money, too.” “Ah! that's my man—somebody who has, or can control, a good deal of money.” “Yes, it will take a goodish bit, I reckon. This man can help you in eyery way with owners, seeing as he ia dealing with them every day, and knows the inside and outside of the whole business.” “Who is your man?’ “Jackson Gripp.” “Jackson Gri ——The puddler half rose; his face grew pale; his eyes were fixed on his visitor’s in a stare that alarmed his neighbor, who in his turn stared at Atherton. Then he called out loudly: “Ho! there, come here quick.” Irene Atherton sprang to the door In answer to the call. As she entered the room, big Jack put out his hands; he was Just in time to prevent the puddler from falling forward. “What has happened? What is H?" Irene asked quickly as she knelt beside her father. “I don’t know, miss, more than you do. We were talking, when all at once he choked, and that’s all I kn»w about it.

It’s mighty stuange. Your father never had no fainting spells, had he?* Irene shook her head. ’ - -- “Best let me help you put him to bed.” “It’s something terrible—it is like death —oh! can it be he is dying?’ Irene was beside herself with terror and grief. She felt his pulse: she lifted his head; she put a hand over her father’s heart. ... “Run, run for a doctor, for heaven’s sake!” Jack Jones gave her a single backward glance, then ran for the doctor.

CHAPTER VI. When the doctor arrived, Dan Atherton was walking up and down his house in a fine temper. “I am Very much obliged to you, Jack,” he said to his fellow-worker and neighbor as that individual looked open-mouth-ed at him, “but really I am as well aa ever I was.” The doctor, a young practitioner, looked at Atherton narrowly, then at bis daughter, who speedily, beat a retreat to another room, tljen at Jones. “It does not look as if my services were needed.” “No, they are not. But your time is worth something. O! yes, but you must,” said Atherton, as he forced a bill into the young man’s hand. “I’d rather pay to be well than sick any time.” He spoke so cheerily that Jack Jones looked more and more amazed at him. “If I need a doctor, be sure I shan’t forget you, either. I guess it was a fit of lndigestion<br something. I have been a little out of sorts.” “No doubt that’s it,” said the doctor, finding he must say something. “At all events, there does not seem to be anything wrong with you now.” The doctor retired speedily, two dollars richer than when became. Then Jones, who was puzzled exceedingly, went home, wondering at the strange thing he had witnessed. Dan Atherton, despite his daughter’s wishes, went out, saying he might not return until evening. His daughter pondered over his strange illness; the sudden seizure and swift recovery were unaccountable. Meantime Dan Atherton made his way to the office of a mill owner who had the reputation of a public-spirited, enteri prising, liberal man. The puddler had worked in his mill, but had never addressed a word to the mill owner in his life. He found somedifficulty in getting access to the owner. It was only when three or four visitors were bowed out of the mill owner’s office that Atherton Was admitted. h|r. Chubb looked at him sharply as he awaited his communication. “My name is Atherton, sir. I worked is your mill four, years ago.” “Well, Mr. Atherton?”

“I called to see you on a matter of business. About a new process.” “Humph! A new process, eh? Sit down. I find I’ve got—yes, just ten minutes to spaije. If you can give me an idea of your process, or what you propose to do, in that time ”

“No, I will not take up your time, Mr. Chubb. I can’t give you an idea of a thing it’s taken me eight or ten years to study out, in ten minutes. I thought you might be interested in it—that you would at least listen to a plan that will double your present capacity without costing you much, if it works at all; but I’ll not bother you, sir. Good day, sir.” And the puddler found himself standing on the sidewalk, -cursing the pride of the mill owner, classing him with nil the spoiled capitalists, while Mr. Chubb was wondering, as he said to himself: “What the world was coming to, when a workingman—a common workingman-dared talk to a man like him in that style!” Atherton was standing irresolutely before Mr. Chubb’s office, when he espied Arth u r May berry approaching. His first impulse was to turn his head aside. “Then he chided himself for an ungrateful, narrow-minded fellow. He owed his daughter’s life to this young man. Why should he avoid him? More especially since Mayberry had called to see him in answer to his advertisement. He turned, and when young Mayberry came abreast of him said: “We meet again.”

“Yes, and at a time that just suits me, if it suits you, Mr. Atherton.” “Oh, any time suits me.” “I know a place, a quiet place, where we can talk business without interruption.' Or, if you prefer it—as I do —there is a very quiet restaurant near here, where we can get some oysters.” “I'll take the oysters.” said Atherton. “Come,” said the puddler’s new-found friend, as he led the way. “That Chubb has given me such a backset,” said Atherton, angrily, “that a man can get a bargain of me now.” “I don’t ask any more than I would be willing to give,” said Mayberry. “If your idea is worth money, I will try to get it out of it for you and me and my backer.”

Arthur Mayberry guided the puddler to a restaurant near at hand, ordered oysters for two, and, passing into a box, reated himself, saying: "Now I am prepared to listen to you, Mr. Atherton.” The puddler began in a low tone, end very soon the eyes of his listener sparkled. As Atheyton described his plans, Mayberry struck the table with his hand. “You have struck it, Mr. Atherton!” “Eh? You see it?”

“See it! Why, I see it as plain as I see you.”

“I’m not a visionary, am I?’ “A visionary! You are eminently practical.”

The young man's estimate of the puddled underwent a sudden change. Here was a man of extraordinary ability—a rough diamond utterly overlooked., "But tell me,” he said to the puddler, "where did you acquire such information ?”

“Well, by using my eyes, and reading —mostly thinking out things that's puzzled most of us.” Atherton’s tone and manner was that of a modest man. But he was confident of his powers—confident and self-reliant. Mayberry thought, “all that this man requires is education to shine.” "You think my Idea is all right, eh?’ "Mr. Atherton, I won’t say just all I think of it now. I know it will work, and it will make us or whoever goes in with us, rich.”

Atherton's eyes sparkled. This was the first positive encouragement he had received. “It is plain as day to me,” said Mayberry. He was talking rapidly, and in a tone that could be overheard, when the puddler said: '5 “Not so loud—there is somebody in the next box.” Mayberry was surprised. He Inclined an ear. Then he said, in a low tone:

“Do you think they heard?* “I’m suffi’of it.” “They did not hear sufficient to interfere with yonr plans, have they?” “It depends on who is next us. If they are in the iron or steel business ” “I see,” said Mayberry. “I would like to know—l am very curious to learn who JaJtßxr : “And I am determined I will knowsince it has gone so far. Let us sit silent, and wait until they go out.” They sat looking at each other, and listening for the occupant of the box next them to depart. Presently they heard the occupant moving a chair. But he did not leave his box. Atherton, wearying of waiting, made a movement to Mayberry, rose and stepped to the door of box. Mayberry rose also; he was passing out after Atherton, when the door of the stall next them was opened suddenly, and Mr. Gripp confronted them. Atherton advanced to him as if he intended speaking, but he changed his mind suddenly, and turned aside. “Good day, Mr. Gripp,” said Mayberry, in his Cheery, off-hand way. “Good day, Mr. Mayberry.” (To be continued.!

JUDGE STORY’S MONEY.

Not Good a Few Miles from Home, Though He Made It Himself.

In 1826 Josiah Quincy, then a young man but recently graduated from Harvard, was invited by Judge Story, a member of the Supreme bench, to ao company him to Washington. Judge Story was one of the great talkers at a period when conversation was considered a sort of second profession. In “Figures of the Past” Mr. Quincy gives an incident of the Journey from Boston to Washington, which was made by stage coach.

The first night of our journey was spent at Ashford, In Connecticut, where we arrived late in the evening; and here the bother of wildcat currency, as it was afterward called, was forced upon our attention. The bills of local banks would not circulate beyond the town in which they were issued, and when Judge Story, who had neglected to provide himself with United States notes, offered the landlord a Salem bill in payment for his supper, the man stared at it as if It had been the wampum of the Indians or the shell money of the South Sea Islanders. “This is not good,” said the host, “and I think you must know it.” “I know it is good,’ retorted the judge, testily. “And I’ll tell you how I know it. I made it myself!’ ’ This reply, of which the landlord could make nothing, unless it were the confession of 8 forger, did not mend matters; and it was fortunate that I had provided myself with some national notes, which ended the difficulty. The explanation was that Judge Story, as president of a Salem bank, had signed the bill.

The Salt of the Sea.

Roughly speaking, if you take the salt out of the sea water you deprive it of a thirtieth of its weight. On that masis one-thirtieth of the entire weight of all the sea water In the world is salt, and, as salt and water are about the same in bulk, we may estimate also that, by bulk, one-thirtieth of the huge mass of the ocean is pur* salt What does this bring us to?

Taking the 130,000,000 Odd square miles of the five oceans to average a mile and a half (Jeep, we have in them alone 200,000,000 cubic miles of salt water. A thirtieth of this should give us the bulk of salt contained in the great waters of the globe. Rounding the figures, we get something like 7,000,000 cubic miles of salt. If it were taken wit and spread over the surface of the six continents they would be covered with Its snowy powder to a depth of ever two hundred feet. To put It another way, if all the earth were salt water, there would be enough salt in It to make two globes of solid salt very little smaller than our moon.

A Gigantic Meteorite.

Prof. Henry A. Ward has announced the discovery of a great meteorite in Western Mexico. The stone weighs fifty tons; It is thirteen feet one Inch in length and lay buried by the terrific force of Its own momentum nearly twenty feet In the earth. Small portions of the meteorite were broken off; the remainder was left Intact for the time being. The cost of transporting the stone to the sea coast, seventy-one miles, would haie been more than $50,000.

A Horizontal Tree.

At Shillfried, m>gr Matzen, an Austrian holiday resort much patronized by the Viennese, there Is a tree which has the most singular characteristic of growing horizontally over the ledge of a deep hollow. Tae tree is about ten years old, und two years since, as the result of a landslip, It fell into Its present position, with itq branches upwards and downwards, an.l so has grown ever since, flowering and leafing just as if the position were natural.

World’s Draft Animals.

A French authority estimates the number of horses In the world at 74,600,000, and the number of mules and asses at 12,100,000. Despite the Inroads of the automobile, ti.crc is an unusual demand for draft animals and the prices are high.

Greenland's Population.

Greenland’s population, by the recent census, Is 10,974; 5,174 are men, 5,800 women. The population increases about one hundred ytorly. There are usually twenty to twenty-five fatal drowning accidents each year. The average man pays hls fiddler very philosophically, it he sees that bis neighbor is assessed in the same proportion. After a lively race for a husband many an heiress marries a run-down nobleman.

FARMS AND FARMERS

bracing a P icket Fence. The illustration shows a method of bracing a sagging fence of any kind that has a top rail. Take two boards six or eight inches wide and of a thickness according to the weight of the fence, cross them at the top as shown and fasten together with heavy wire nails. Each piece may be notched so that the notch will come under the top rail on either side, or the boards may be spiked to the top rail on either side. Fasten these boards at the bottom as shown In the cut, brace them by driving strong stakes In the ground and nail the boards to the stakes. To give adltlonal strength the lower bar of the supporting frame may be spiked to the bottom rail of the fence. This support !s readily made, and If fastened to the

PICKET FENCE BRACE.

fence as directed will hold it in place securely even under the pressure of heavy winds. Weeds in Grass Land. It would astonish many farmers to make an investigation of the number of weed plants that are to be found in grass lands, and even in meadows that are supposed to be In a high state of cultivation. They arfe more conspicuous In the pastures, because our most common weeds will grow on land where the cultivated grass makes but little growth. The daisy, the rag weed, mints and others are often to be found by the hundred on a single square foot in the pasture, while in spots the thistle, milkweed and orange bawkweed have taken almost complete possession. But there are many in the richly manured mowing, where the grasses grow so much faster and ranker as to hide them until the hay is taken off. Too close pasturing is in some cases responsible for these weeds. Some of these larger perennials must be dug out, root and all, before they can make seed, or cut down so often that they will perish because of a lack of leaf growth. In some cases plowing, manuring and reseeding with clean seeds seems to be the only remedy, a'nd it is not always easy to get grass seed free from the seeds of weeds, and a course of three years In cultivation, kitting every weed in the field or around its borders, may be the only way to reduce their number.—New England Homestead. Keep Buildings Painted. The importance of keeping farm buildings well painted is apparently not appreciated as It should be. In traveling about the country great carelessness in this respect is noticeable on every hand. Neat-looking houses, barns and ether buildings denote thrift and good management, while dilapidated, weather-worn structures give the place an air of neglect or poverty, according to the degree of decay. If a farmer cares nothing for looks, he should keep his buildings well painted, because it is good business to do so. Good paint in convenient form for use is now put up and sold at reasonable prices. Any one with sufficient energy to rub the paint well into weather checks, and interest enough in his work to keep the paint thin, can do a good job of painting. A thoroughly good brush is necessary; this a sure case of the best being the cheapest, as it will not only enable a man to do more and better work, but a good brush will last longer than a cheap one. The fall is the best time to do outside painting, as It then has all winter in which to harden slowly—whereas, paiht put on in spring or summer is sometimes injured with the hot sun while it is fresh and soft.— Agricultural Epitomist.

Breeds of Cattle.

To summarize the matter of breeds — the Jerseys produce a large yield of rich milk and are good rustlers, but of very little value for beef; the Ayrshlres are good milk producers, will thrive on a poorer pasture than most others, and are easily fattened when wanted for beef; the Holsteln-Frleslans produce an Immense yield of milk which is not rich, and are easily made Into good beef, but require the best of care and an abundance of rich and succulent food; the Devons produce a moderate amount of rich milk and are qnlckly made into good beef; the “milking strains” of Shorthorns produce a good yield of milk which is of and can be turned Into excellent beef at any time, but are not good rustlers and need the best of pastures to do well. Probably three-fourths of the pure-blooded cows now In the Gulf States are Jerseys.—Dairying in the South. Succulent Feud for Hoge. Where it is not practical to soak grain for bogs the animals can be kept tn a thrifty condition by furnishing a

succulent feed like corn silage or roots of some kind. When green feed is not available, something of this sort Is absolutely necessary for best results. Of course, hogs will live and do fairly well on corn alone, but are not always profitable unless given some other kind of feed.

Fall Plowing. Fall plowing should always be deeper titan spring plowing, because the newer soil brought to the surface in the fall becomes disintegrated by the agency of frost and is thereby better prepared for crop production. Some prefer to plow twice, once just as soon as possible after harvest and once In October or November. In this case the first plowing is shallow and the second somewhat deeper. In the great majority of Instances early plowing of stubble is most suitable in the preparation of a soil for wheat the following year, while a few prefer late fail plowing in preparing a soil for corn. One advantage of getting a soil plowed in the fall is that the spring crop may be put in much earlier, as the soil dries out much more quickly. It is seldom profitable to bum stubble, as most of our soils are in need of humus. It is not always practicable to plow rolling lands in the fall, as they are much more apt to wash.—lowa Homestead. Testing Wheat Varieties. The Ohio Experiment Station during the past ten years has tested thirty-four differently named varieties of wheat. The Penquite’s Velvet Chaff is used as a standard by which to test the yield, and every third plot is sown with that, and as the yield rises above or falls below that, the productiveness and the value are estimated. During the ten years test the Mealy has made the best showing, having bad an average yield of 4% bushels per acre greater than the Velvet Chaff. The Poole, Red Russian and Harvest King are decided to be the same variety, and they have ranged from 3 1-3 to 3% bushels better than the Velvet Chaff, the Gypsy 3% bushels better, and Early Ripe 3% bushels better than Velvet Chaff. Yet they class the Poole next to the Mealy, perhaps because it has been longer tested, or because it stands up better than the Gypsy or Early Ripe.—American Cultivator. A Brooder Attachment. The brooder chicks can be let upon the ground and yet be protected from the cold winds by the, attachment shown. A box without top or bottom is hooked to the side of the brooder, an opening being cut in the side where

RUN FOR BAD WEATHER.

the door of the brooder comes. The’ top of the attachment Is covered with coarse cotton cloth, or a sash may be used. The cloth lets In fresh air and the sun’s rays, but protects the chicks from the cold winds. Things that Will Pay. If there is any one thing that will help dairymen succeed more than any other, it is a constant use of scales and the Babcock test on our farms. It will pay any farmer to keep an accurate record of the milk produced by each cow. Treatment for Mange, Mange is caused by a small parasite (insect). Rub once a day with carbolic acid, half ounce; oil of tar, four ounces; sulphur, four ounces; cottonseed oil, one quart. Wash with tar soap after three or four days.

Farm Note*. If the animals are allowed to run down In flesh It will be a loss to the farmer, as he Is then compelled to restore them to their original condition before he makes a gain. At the same time there is a waste of as many days as the animals are below their normal condition, which is lost time that can never be regained. Select some plot of ground, or part of a field, for experimental purposes. Fix your plan, and end the year with some positive Information that you have gleaned from your year’s labor. Unless It is well planned at the start, and data fully kept, it ends only in opinions that are largely guesses, and little more Is known than at first. Farmers are not disposed at the present day to cure as much bacon as formerly. Small carcasses are. being preferred, and the farmers are beginning to kill a pig as required for use, Instead of salting down large quantities of pork late In the fall. By so doing they have more fresh meat and of better quality than that from the pork barrel that was packed months before. Many of the pasture fields are grazed too close to the ground. When a herd of cows have free access to pasture they really cut the grass down many, times, and much cioeer than Is usually done with the mower. No plants will thrive if not given an opportunity to make growth, and the grass on some pastures is killed by continually checking the growth, while the feet of ths animals greatly damage the grass, as the smaller, the supply the mor* trampling by the sM