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/'l'h?re are loyal hearts, tber? nre spirits brave. '??'-.. There are so?la that are nore.an true; $ 'Then give to the wari'd' the'Vst ywa have, . ; And the best will'.come back to'.ycu. .>. Give love, pml love to your life wil' low, A strength in your utmost need; -.Have fa ?th.-an-li score of heart? will show Their faith in your word and deed. . . : -Madeline ?, Br.dj i ft I - . ; Old Mr. Howard did not stop talk ing when he had told thc family ..party about tis victory . over Aiec Prevanchu and the other rurri-drink. iug voya?fturs whose" wood-chopping on Bois Blanc Isiaud he had been , Bent to oversee when he was sixteen ? years, old. The boy still had to pay penalty for his previous palterins .with' the voyageur who had tempted : him to desert from his enlistment of five years lu the Astor Fur Company's service, ,aud the old man went on to -tell what that penalty turnad out to be. When I went to bed a Tier that Erst day on Bois Blanc? Island I was proud and happy. I had found that-1 could command" men. and the1'*discovery ' changed my views of fur-trader's life. But in the midst of my -satis faction 1 suddenly remembered how I had encouraged Francois ?tohidaux's plan that he and I should slip away in two days, taking some of the com pany's boats with ns. Now I saw my conduct iu its true light, and in the darkness of 'my 'tdht shame came over me. and I felt that I was a sneak. But'when-I thought of my,' .'sister lying III, perhaps dead, and of my natural longing to go home and share the family grief, I could find some excuse for myself, although not S enough to justify me in my: own j mind. . It was on a Saturday that ? re turned to Mackinac. The few days at Bois' Blanc and the chcnge from sorting furs in tae warehouse had done me good. I knew. I could do . my duty, and I resolved to do it Cheerfully to the end) of my five years' term. . .. '< Late on Sunday afternoon I met Francois, who had^Jbeen looking for me. He wanted HIE to be ready to steal away on Tuesday night>with a party of deserters." I told him I.was riot, going. "Eh, not going?" he said. "I promised to stay with the Fur Company five years," 1 told him, .'arid I'm going to stay." /Francois was white with anger. "And I suppose'you're sneak enough to tell.Mr. Crooks dr Mr. Stewart!" be. said, cursing me. "If you do, I'll kill you!" "I'm no sneak!" I told him, for the taunt made me angry. "Then you'll promise that you won't te)I on the restvof us," Fran cois said, and without" stopping to think, I did promise. He:had clev erly thrown me off my,guard. Monday evening it happened that Mr. Stewart sent me to the ware house to bring him the tally book, and before I left the storeroom I . happened to notice that .a very valu able pack of marten, otter and silver fox skins was not in the place where I had last seen it. I hurried back to the office and told Mr. Stewart, "who made nothing of the report, for ?ll he said was: "Oh, some of the boys must have moved it just befon they locked up. .No one- co-aid possibly have got in .and stolen itt." ' i But f was not satisfied. I had seen Francois watching that pack very eagerly as it was being made up that afternoon. If ho would steal a bateau and three weeks' provisions, he might, pot be above stealing ? bale ot furs. 1 left the store and walked, down to the beach, thinking that the deserters might have decided to start- twenty-four hours earlier than had been planned. I wished I had not pre mised not to report them, but at any'rate i would make sure that they were not carrying oft any peltries. I found no" one on the beach but some Indians Jn their wigwams. A storm was rising in the northeast,' 'ifi although as yet there was rio wind. It was too dark for me to see any great distance, but as I stood on the shore 1 thought I heard the dip oj! oars to the. southward-the direc tion that the deserters had" planned too take. 1 ran to the house where Francois Ilobidaux boarded. He was gone. I felt sure that Francois' party had embarked only a few minutes before, and that they had stolen a bale of the company's finest furs. Of course. I should haye at - once told Mr. Crooks or'Mr. Stewart all that'l knew, but my mind was con fused hy my promise to Francois. Suddenly. 1 saw a . way. I would take a canoe-and catch the desert ers. What fl should do.nett I did notT foresee, but some plan would stfggest itself. It was as reckless a project as boy ever made", but I was In a vni?od for a desperate adven . ture. I broke into, a run: there was not a moment to lose. I went first to the boarding-house for my gun, and then hurried back to the beach. I . picked, out one of the .?estv of the smaller . canoes, and ' paddled away into the darkness. The wind was beginning to come in puffs from the northeast, and the clouds . were rising fast. It was too dark for me to see the land ahead, but I thought I ccfuld* get across to Bois Blanc betsre; the last of the "stars were biot'?d out, As long asv I could se.-" tbeijt !'.conM tell which way to steer. If they disappeared, I would keep tLe wind on my left shoulder and a little behind me. I felt sure that I could cross. The deserters, I knew, would fol low tue west shore of Bois Blanc un til they reached its ' southwestern point What they would do then I could only guess, but I was 'inclined to think they would kc?p to*the shel ter of th? Island..as 'nag as possible, and would creep along under the lee Give truth, and jour gift will he paid in kind. And honor will honor meet; 'And a smile .that it sweet will surely find A smile that is ;ust as sweet. For-life is the minor of kine and slave, Tis just what wc are and do; Then ?ive to the world the best you have, And the best will come back to you. ;??; in Boston Cooking School Magazine: HULBERT, of the southern shore before crossing to the mainland. If the storm should be .very severe, they might possibly c?mp there, trusting the weather to keep hack'any pursuit. I crossed to Bois Blanc all right, but then a squall burst and 1 was obliged to go ashore for a few min utes. Its worst fury was roon ovar and I set out again, keeping in the smooth water under the lee of Bois Blanc. There were no more squalls, but' the wind settled down to a steady gale. I was pretty well protected from ?t, however, ..and when an occa sional gust reached me it usually came from behind and was a bit of a help. I was making good time, but the bateau, ^manned by five or sis stout voyageurs, was probably doing better. I wondered if- they would dare, to hoist the sail. , Suppose they should be swamped! And suppose I'should-be swamped, too! Mr. Crooks and Mr.' Stewart would, of course, suppose I "had died as a de serter and a thief! but there was no stopping now\ 1 'rounJl?d the southwestern point of the ii'land and started eastward, fol lowing the southern shore; and now my troubles began in earnest: Al though rStill sheltered for the most .part from the wind and sea, stray gusts came from ahead rather than from behind. It had: begun to rain, the stars had disappeared, and I could see hardly a rod ahead. I crept, along very slowly, sometimes steering byk the wind, sometimes keeping in the shallow water close to shore and feeling the bottom with my paddle. After three hours or so, I found myself becoming tired, and I was drenched with rain from head to foot. But I paddled on. right into great luck. My bow struck some thing that was neither rock nor sand nor gravel. My canoe' ?lid along the thing, and I put out my hand. It grasped the stern-post of the bateau.. One end was evidently drawn up on the shore while the other projected Into the water, and if I had been a foot farther from the beach I might have missed it altogether. I stepped ashore and began to ex amine the boat very cautiously. Un der a tarpaulin I found the bale of furs, a bag of corn and- some other provisions. A mast arid sail and three pairs of heavy oars lay across thwarts. The men were gone. Where? I caught sight of a very faint gleam of firelight among the trees at some distance. Toward this I started. , Crawling through the bushes, I saw a tarpaulin stretched on poles so as to form a tent. A fire was burning brightly in front of it, and I made out four men lying on the ground undei.ihe tent, while a fifth sat with his back to a tree. A gun lay across .his knees and two others were beside the sleepers. The man on guard was Alec Prevanche, from whom I hjacl taken the jug of rum a few days earlier. He had another jug beside him and seemed to have drawn freely from it. Probably all firs had been drinking ever since they left Mackinac. Two or three times in the next" half-hour I saw Alec give a start and rub his eyes with his hands, but at last his head sank down on his breast, his mouth opened and he began to snore. I waited a little longer and' then, very cautiously, carried the guns one by one out of the circle of firelight. Then I took them down to the beach and placed them in the canoe. The ase I* secured In the same way. From the bateau I took th? provisions. Then I had all the little canoe could carry. Push ing well out from the land, I threw them all overboard. Then I went back, took the mast and sail and all the oars but one, towed them out till the wind took hold of them and let <lhem drift away in the darkness. Nexi, I trans ferred the bale of furs to my own craft, moored the canoe to the stern of the ba*eau with a cord, and sat ?jj (gg ft BMHBBBBB Tfr BWBMWMB 9 05 I Self-pity and *:4.i jj^ ? By ESTHER ?There is nothing the cynic pc apparent composure with which fortunes of their friends; yes, ei foucauld, of taking: some actual p such a grain of malice, a survival does lurk in the complicated mak of the matter. Hes far deeper th, cynic eau penetrate! And yot, at flr?t show, our t have the right of it, when, with a he bids us observe ?the effect the and dear'friend have had on a ma crushed by his own troubles. ' Irritable and morose or shro suffering and disappointment, this with the friend o? his youth nev emerging from the house of grie: we behold! True, his eye is moi brow is gone; he holds his head < thing of its old spring. .'See," whispers the cynical r, resignation does this good man dearly beloved friend; altnust on helped bim!" Our cynical philosopher is- : him. And how? Simply by reve man; by forcing the engines that pestilent vapors of self-absorptio demnation into every vein and a: begin pumping clear and reviving and love from the man's own si dormant. Sorely in need of such on his own part, but self-pity, sc springs of living water, and not brought to bear on the granite ro compassion, could they burst foi sparkling a stream! The fountair 5 of a friend, brims also for him. I wown to walt. This was the hardest part, "but a July night is short tere at Mackinac, and the dawn came nt last, gray and dreary. A little later- the five voy ageurs burst through the bushes and came running down across the beach. ."Hold on! " I said,, raising my gun. They all stopped short. Francois, with a great volley of French oaths, asked' what I was doing. "I want you to go back to Mack-.I inac with me," I said. "I told you^ Francois, that I wouldn't tell Mr. Crooks or Mr. Stewart that you were going, and' I haven't told, them; bu/| I didn't suppose that you were going to break Into the warehouse and steal the best of the furs. Now I've taken your guns and your provisions and oars and thrown-them into the lake. You can't go on without them. | If you'll go back to Mackinac and give yourselves up, I'll try to get Mr. Stewart to be, easy on you; but if you won't, I'll go back myself and tell him where you are."/' "You will, hey?"? and Francois dashed forward without heeding my (gun. Before he coirtd reach the bateau I cut the cord, q.n? with a quick shove sent the canoe well out from shore. Eut Alec Pr evan che caught up a heavy stone and threw lt. It struck my paddle and grazed the gunwale without doing any damage. Two? inches lower and it would have crashed through the birch-bark sides as if they had been paper. "Try that again and I'll ? shoot you!" I remarked, and brought the rifle to my shoulder. Alec picked up another stone, but the other men took him by the j arms and held him. ! "I'll give you ten minutes to think it over," I said, "and if you ?re not ready to start by that time I'll go." The five went off among the bushes to hold a consultation, but they soon reappeared. * v " "You've got us tight." Francois said. "If we go back will you fix it with Mr. Stewart and Mr. Crooks' I told them I would try to do so, and they took their places in the bateau, looking sulky and muttering French curses. Alec stood in the stern and sculled with the one oar that was left, and I followed in the canoe. The short summer gale had nearly blown itself out and the wind was rapidly sub siding. We had made our way several miles up the shore of the island and were nearing its southwestern point, when Francois gave a shout. ? bateau full of men was coming round the point, and in its bow stood Mr. Stewart. The sight/was too much for the deserters, i They ran their boat ashore and dashed across the beach and into the woods. I never saw them again, hut I afterward learned from Indians that they remained on the island for some time, living on berries and a little corn which they had carried up from the bateau from the spot where I had found them. They finally built a raft of driftwood, crossed over to the south shore, and made their way through the woods and along the beach to Detroit and Lower Canada. No one ever knew how they got the bale? of furs out of the warehouse. Well, that night's work helped me, to tell the whole truth to Mr. Stew art. Two weeks later my prepara tions were all made for going back into the Indian country in charge of two bateaux and half a dozen men. The brigade to which I was assigned was to leave the next morning, and in the evening I was summoned to the private office, where I found Mr. Crooks and Mr. Stewart. They both greeted me kindly, and Mr. Crooks handed me two letters and told me to look them over. The first, which had been brought by a schooner just arrived from Buffalo, was' from my mother, and told me that my sister h,ad recovered. The other was my commission, authoriz ing me to act as an agent of the American Fur Company in the In dian country. I have never forgot ten the concluding words of the let ter that accompanied it; they were: "Accept our individual thanks, as well as those which we give on be half of the American Fur Company, for the zeal you have at all times evinced, and your unremitting atten tion to the interests of the concern." It was more than I deserved, for I. had not been all the time zealous and attentive. But it does rome men good to get more than they deserve. I felt bound to deserve after that. ' The next morning I took my seat in. my bateau an? sailed away up the Straits, of Mackinac, my five years' service fairly begun. When it was en'ded, I had done so well for John Jacob Astor and his partners that I found them disposed to do well by me.-Youth's Companion. Friend-pity. 4 i : ,J^ '?roe 1 P. TIFFANI. lints out with more gusto than toe the best of people bear the mis rem. to the degree, asserts Rocher lea?ure in them. Whether or not" of our evolution from the savage, e-up of the best of us, the essence an the shallow philosophy of the ?ynlcal philosopher may appear to sly nudge of his elbow in our ribs, misfortunes of an apparently near .n already weighed down and half uded in melancholy through long i man, let us say, goes to condole fly overcome by disaster; but, on ?, what a startling transformation 1st, but the lowering cloud on his ?rect; his step has regained some ihilosopher in our ear, "with what bear the desperate case of his e cduld swear it has cheered and right: it has cheered and helped xsing the whole machinery of the had been pumpiug enervating and n, self-pity and morbid self-con rtery, to reverse their action, and streams of compassion, sympathy Dui, where they had so lons lain wells of recuperation had he been ?lf-absorption could not tap those till, like Moses in the desert, he ck the miraculous rod of love and "th. And now, how copious and i of healing, unsealed for the thirst tams . ..' - FINGER NAILS. .?. Be careful not to break them, : And bite them you must not, For if you do it's no excuse { To say that you forgot. Go straight away to mother, If nails are long or rough. Then she will take the scissors out And cut them just enough. It doesn't hurt to cut them, / >. 'Yet children often cry "When mother fixes finger nails I wish.they'd tell me why. -Ajde? Arthur Knipe, in St. Nichola VOYAGE DOWN THE RIVER I The.first thing that I can rem< ber is that a. boy had me in his hi and that he, with a jackknife, fa ioned me a little sall of birch ba He then took me and put me in water and made me go wherever wanted me, by means of a stick. The waves as they went frolick by called to me to come and play w them. I tried to run after them, every time the stick brought me ba ? tried again and again to go ai them, but the old stick still kept i Finally a great hand reached after meNand picked me up. Bu heard a dear little wave call, "Co; come and play with me, aud w have some fun," and it called in si a plaintive way that I could not sist; so I fell out of the hand i went down the river with the w? before the stick could catch me. The wave dashed a bit of spi over my deck? .and said: "I am i fully, glad you came with me; wh do you wish to go?" I said, as ! wind puffe/, up my sail: "I do care where I.go, as long as I am w you." "Thank you," said the wa as she lifted me lightly over a pebt "I do hope Fin-going fast enough ; you. " "Oh, yes," I said. "Well, I'm going faster still," said. "Oh, don't," I managed to say. The wave went on with me, but had to mind 'the great current, ai as the current was going slow, t wave had to go slow, also. Now the chip had time to lo about it Here is the description what it saw: I now was carried past a vast f< est and the murmuring trees wh pered to the brook and to me. Three little lambs came down drink at the little brook. As I sail past them, r heard one of .them s to another: "See the little chip th goes sailing by.; I wish I were havi a sail like tha\. What fun it mi be! " The scenery was beautiful. I sail past some rushes now, and in the sat a family of.frogs. "Croak, croai cried the father. "See, children, s the little chip boat'that sails by t Look at her little sail. See-" ai then my wave carried me past thei and I heard no more. . The pretty little flowers beside tl brook noddea?"they pretty heads me as I sailed by them; the grass that hung over .the water brushi my sail gently, and the wind fanni by "me with his breath, that smell? sweetly of fresh wild flowers. We now came to some stones and little girl in a pink dress was goli across the brook with a basket in h hand. When she saw me she crie< "Oh, what a pretty, little boat!" ar she reached out after me, lost hi footing and. fell into the water. Thei was a big gurgle that came from tl basket, and a liquid poured, out of i The water at once became discolore I bumped into an eggshell, turne around twice and then sailed on. never saw anything more of the litt girl. A beautiful' dragon-fly came ar took a sail on me. It had the Jovi liest wings that I ever saw. The were of a beautiful blue tinge, an oh! they were so light and gauzy. K sailed along with me for quite a litti while and then flew away. My wave carried me along for quit a little} w^ay further, and then li gently said "Goodby," pushed me int a gentle eddy and was gone. I sailed around and around for long, long while, and then the edd shot me Into a little harbor betwee two rocks, where the water was ver smooth and the bottom was ver sandy, so now I am content to liste to the gentle - whisperings of th leaves of a large maple tree abov me. And I do feel so happy that I chip boat-pould be carried down ? river and come to such a nice restin place as this at last.-Mary Esthe Oaks, in the Brooklyn Eagle. - .;.? . - ' -"??"j;. " A FEW INSECT MUSICIANS. Surely you haye heard them-i band of Insect musicians-it is : treat! Who " are they ? "Why," th crickets and their cousins, the grass hoppers, locusts and katydids. The; j all . carry' fine ' musical instrument; with them, wherever they go. So, ? concert or a serenade, can be givei at a moment's notice, and I fane: they never make the excuse, "I can't; I am out of practice! " I .have' been kept awake many i night by the little glossy brown 01 black house cricket, which, well hid' den behind"" some article of furniture insisted on tre?ting me to a m?sica: program. ? "I wonder if he. makes it with his mouth." I have asked, and I decided to really Und out, and was surprised to know where all sthat noise carno from. You know a cricket is not slender like a grasshopper, but is short and thick, and looks like he is carrying a little bundle of something under his wings all the time. Well, near where his left wing cover joins his body he-has three veins on his wiug. The largest is rough like a file, and this ls his "bow" for his violin. He-I say "he" be causs Mrs. Cricket cr r.iot i.iake music -draws this rough vein across the right wing-cover, which trembles and quivers and gives out sound-his music, In other words. The field cricket sings all day. 'while the house cricket (my friend) takes the night for his concerts'. I In Spain crickets are so con ular they Lave little cages for them, like we do for our canaries. But they have only one cricket in a cage, aa they will fight if' put together. . "The Murmurer," as Mr. Grass hopper is called-and I don't see why, as his songs to Mrs. Grasshopper are so loud and shrill-makes his music by rubbing his wings together. He has a little piece of skin like a tight drumhead set in each wing, and as he moves his wings tlftse tiny drums vibrate-thus his music. Mrs. Grasshopper doesn't have a drum In her wings, but listens to her lord's music wlthvher ears, which are on her fore legs! Isn't -it queer? Think of having one's ears in such an inconvenient place, as near a knee! Or, as the locusts have, on each side of the abdomen. At least, they have a round plate there, Which is sup posed to be an ear, on each side. ' Mr. Grasshopper sits perfectly still while making His music, looking very grave and quite correct, In his long tailed dress suit coat, which he al ways wears. Mr. Locust, however, stands on his two front fore legs to sing, and is really a ludicrous sight as he lifts his hind legs and draw's one by one, and then both together, across his wings. The inner side of his hind legs has rough, file-like edges, and the wings thick veins, like cords, and the file of the legs on the cords of the wings produces the sound. He is a finished musician, too, for he can make two tones, and as one or two legs are used, make the music loud or soft. The beautiful light-green katydid sings only at night, and his song, "Katydid, Katydid? Katy broke ?he teapot lid; Katydidn't," and all the different versions of it, is one of my earliest recollections.-Mrs. Helen B, Bell, in Baptist Boys and Girls. ALICE IN WONDERLAND. Quite the most Interesting bit in the alluring pages of the St. Nicholas ls the story of how that dearest of all children's classics, "Alice in Won derland," came io be written, told by Helen Marshall Pratt. It is a charm ing tale of the friendship of a quiet, reserved, bookish young lecturer at Christ Church College, Oxford, and of three children, daughters of the dean of the.cathedral. Boating on the river, with tea on the banks, and story telling along the way, was the favorite play of those four comrades; and of the many stor ies told on these outings the adven tures of "Alice in Wonderland" were written down to please little Alice Liddel, second of the children, later finding their way Into print. So little did the author understand what a wonderfully ingenious and fascinating book he had written that he did not expect the first edition would ever be sold. But the 2000 books were very quickly disposed of. Every one wanted- to read "Alice," and to have his friends read it. Not only little children, but grown people enjoyed it, and edition after edition has been printed and sold, ana to-day it is even*more sought after than when it was first published. It has become a classic and holds a place on children's bookshelves with "Rob inson Crusoe" and "Hans Christian Andersen." There is not a spot in the civilized world, not a library with any pretension to literature, where the Jabberwock and the Cheshire Cat are unknown. An inch of rain is rain falling at the rate of about 100 tons to the acre. Arrangements will soon be perfect ed for the proper protection of Amer ican patents in Japan. At present the Japs appropriate anything that suits their fancy. Signor Caminada, a hydraulic engi neer, has drawn up a scheme for the construction, of a canal to cross the Alps and connect Genoa, Italy, with Lake Constance, Switzerland. An Austrian journal tells of a plant called Parkid biglobosa, recently dis covered in Africa, which produces a fruit containing twenty per cent, re ducing sugar, which puts lt in tho first rank of sugar-producing plants, One of the biggest pieces o', engi neering in New England 1." a 2500 1 horsepower dam in tho Union River, j at Ellsworth, Me. It ls constructed of I hollow concrete, and cost nearly 8500,000. ^ ' i<t Three naval officers, acting on be half of the French Admiralty, suc ceeded on August 5 and G in telephon ing without wire betweeu Paris and Dieppe, a distance of about ninety miles. The experiment Includrd an ordinary conversation, songs and whistling, all of which were heard perfectly clearly. The experiment has been kept a secret until recently, and no details of tho apparatus have yet transpired. At a recent meeting 61 scientists In Dublin, Professor G. Elliott Smith, tho Egyptologist, said that tho ear liest known human remains found in the Nile Valley, when compared with those of later times, demonstrated tho fact that at a very remote period Egypt and Nubia were inhabited by the same race, which had existed in Egypt with little- or no change in physical characteristics throughout the intervening C000 years until the present day. They had been, and still were, a small people, tho averago height of the men being about live feet three inches at every period o? their history. The German Baptist brethren have organizations in ?crty-oae o? the Siates, with 1154 churches, an in crease of fifty-eight over last report. Madera Method* T Farmer, Fruit Gro\ Developing Types of Cotton. In recent years the farmers of the South have been giving the breeding of seed some attention. Naturally this work has been directed to im provement of cotton to a large f;;fcui; Many years ago the average yield of cotton to the plow in the cotton belt was about three bales, but now it is nearer nine in fair years. While in tensive - cutivation is in a large measure responsible for this Increase, still the. high grade seed is the most essential feature. Such men as Trultt, Russell and King have made names for themselves that will live for centuries just through the breed ing of high types of cotton. r Men are still at work on the prob lem, and it has beep hoped that some one would get a weevil proof cotton that would stand the ravages of the Mexican boll weevil, and time and again somebody has tried to put out the notion that it had been done. However, to date !t has not been dem onstrated, and the fear is that it will je many years before such a s ate of affairs can be brought aboutrif ever. But men have succeeded in getting cotton up to such a high standard that lt cannot well be compared to the old types. A. T. Drake, a Geor gian, has been working on a typ.3 of cotton that he thinks is the greatest cotton in the world, and last year he sold a limited amount of the seed at the prodigious price of $100 a bushel. The writer planted a peck of it in two different sections this year. On one of the farms the soil is of a stiff, red character, and on the other it is black, sandy loam, and despite adverse con ditions the cotton is doing remarka bly well in both cases, and promises to- yield twice the amount of ordinary cotton. This cotton branches out suf ficiently, and yet It seems to be a cluster cotton, for the bolls grow very closely together. ' Another cotton I am experimenting with is the Jackson wilt proof cotton. The seed of this was furnished by the National Department of Agriculture from its own farm down in South Georgia, where .the wilt has put cot ton growers o(ut of business In some instances. Up here we do not have ?uch wilt, but it will be a good thing io get on the safe side early in case such a trouble does develop. In talking with the Assistant State Entomologist, who has charge of the State division of agricultural experi ments, he tells me that the Jackson cotton has shown wonderfully re sistant qualities. While other cotton? have died down to twenty per cent., tb.e Jackson cotton is flourishing, and only about twenty per cent, of it has shown signs of attack by the disease. This leaves a difference of sixty per cent. In favor of the Jackson cotton. That, of course, means the whole thing. Rust Is one disease that attacks the whole cotton belt in some years. Now there is a rust proof cotton that promises to overcome this trouble. This new cotton is a wonderful sight to see. The whole field shows a solid front of red and brown. This is the natural color, and therefore there is no ?show for the rust to ge;- inte it. One great trouble that has confronted the grower of this variety is the lack of fruition, but Mr. Dickinson, who is building uu the type, has ?selected so long that he has largely overcome this trouble, and will develop a type as good as any cotton. With the rust proof and blight proof at our com mand, there is hope that we may In time have a weevil proof cotton. In the case cf the personal experience of the writer with the Jackson wilt proof, it seems as if I am going to have some trouble in getting a full crop on it this year, so that il; seems that there may be some 'trouble in the way of getting each variety of the disease resistant/cotton to put on a fuH crop. However, this year has been a very poor one for testing either of the cottons in this respect. I selected the soil that I thought was most subject to rust and blight to plant the cotton on, and the rains have been so incessant that there hp" been an overdoing of the v ..er. . Next year may show somctb' .? quite different as far as I am concerned. The situation in regard to labor and land values makes it necessary for farmers to consider the matter j with much care. One trouble that farmers of the South have is the dis regard for seed of high type. It is rather costly, as compared to the ordinary seed, but in the end it is far the cheapest. There is no profit In working forty r.?res to get the same yield that "caa be easily obtained from twenty acres. A little extra work in the way of preparation, a! little extra cultivation, and a little extra seed are the only essentials that.' will be required to work this change j in profits. As soon as the farmer finds this to be the case there will be a widespread prosperity wave. But tn the meantime this cannot be confined to cotton alone. There is >o ero" +hp world that r^oDonds saana ? ? ? ? i = -?? Proverbs and Phrases. Suspicion is the poison of friend ship.-St Augustine. A dbg'e friendship is better than his hate.-Welsh. Mrs. William Astor died in' New York. Corruption wins not more than honesty.-Shakespeare. Kindness and courtesy need elbow room and are smothered to death in a crowd Pert Paragraphs. Let him who has bestowed a bene fit bc silent.-Seneca. The man who makes a great deal of his failures doesn't make much of a suecess. Women don't have to swear to show how mad they arc. There are other ways. The clocks in some households suf fer so much from congestion of the face that it seems impossible for any members bf the household eve]: to bo on time. ultural Topics. hat Are Helpful to ver and Stockman. more readily to seed Improvement than corn. The South needs corn, and it needs it badly. I have known this year of hundreds of farmers who have bought corn on the credit sys tem, paying $1 a bushel for it, when it can be grown here for less than twenty-five cents a bushel. , There is no chance for the average cotton farmer to get his prosperity on .the standing basis till he gets to growing his home supplies. When he does that, then he can dictate his terms to the rest of the world, if they be in reason. There are more ways than one by which this can be done. In deed, it is well for them to work in more ways than one. To-day there are thousands of bushels of cowpeas going to waste in the fields because the farmers are busy picking cotton and will not stop to pick the peas/ . The same ls true of the pea hay .crop. Hundreds of tons are drying up in the fields around my farms, and the farmers will not stop to try to save it, as they want to rush on with the cot ton. Nextyear they will be paying $1.50 a bushel'for seed peas and $20 for hay. What cotton I have in the field could stay there if I had to leave my pea crop in the field to ruin. A man can make $25 easy cutting pea hay, and he cannot make one-fourth that amount picking cotton. I advocate the picking of cotton at once, but I would rather let It stay in the fields for a while, as it will keep and the peas and hay will rot. What we want to do is to get onto the idea that we want the things needed at home 'more than we do anything else. I can't see why folk will go ahead* and grab at what they have at hand when they let the very best slip by them. Just because we happen .to need a little money now and won't need the hay and peas till next year is no reason why we should not give the most valuable subject our considera-., tion. Going back to our original starting point: Let the farmers of the South, take the lesson to heart and see if., they cannot get some good from the idea of seed improvement. I believe in every man doing what he can for himself, and .therefore I think it is ' a duty a man owes to himself to do his best in getting the best seed from his own supply, and he will then know that he is getting something .that is good. This way of buying something that you do not know is good is often- working against the man who has something good to sell that will help the world along. Good seeds are advertised by responsible farmers, and there is no longer any excuse why men should not hava them.-J. C. McAuliffe, Harlem, Ga in the New York Tribune. Poultry Pointers. Much depends upon care and. watchfulness now in securing a good balance on the side of profit. An early moult and high condition of heUth before going into winter will ' bring eggs when eggs bring the-most ir.oney. The pullets that are to be early layvTs are to be liberally fed and have special attention now, and in their selection there is usually room for choice. It is the condition of the flock abott the time of early frosts that chiefty decides the question of profit or loss for the next three months. It is really at this time that skill and good judgment are most in de mand to put the flock on a paying basis. Marketing the surplus of tSe young stock, weeding out all oldish or unproductive hens and securing real working value in every individual hen and pullet-those are what will make the investment in a score or & hundred hens pay an annual profit of a hundred per cent. Every hen can easily be made t? earn a dollar in addition to her keep, but to be sure of it there must be no neglect of a single important detail. -Progressive Farmer. Sweet Potatoes. Cuttings can be made of the tops of the sweet potato vines for a late crop for winter keeping. For making a crop of bedding roots, I prefer to set the cuttings In August. Then make them a yard long and coil the cutting around the hand and set, the whole coil in the hill with only the tip ex posed. This will give you a hill full of little potatoes that will make far more plants per bushel .than the gen eral crop, and they are the easiest kept in winter.-Progressive Farmer, Keeps Out Weevils. Try sassafras bushes packed in layers with your corn, and" kerosene sticks In your cleaned peas tor keep? lng weevils out. WhAt Should Follow Cotton. Cotton- should always follow a le gume crop. See that your next year"* * cotton.land is chosen br this wile. Fallen By che Wayatda. Out of a great evil comes a great good.-Italian. Gold is proved with fire; friend ship in need.-Danish. A smooth river washes away' its banka-Servian. Learn to unlearn what yaa have learned amiss.-German. Oats firm ; No. 2 mixed 511-2 to 62. Rye easy; No. 2 Western export ?2 asked. Say but little and say it welL. Necessity is stronger than human nature. A candle' lights others and con sumes itself.-Dutch. Men are neither suddenly rich nor suddenly good.-Libanius. Jf you wish to reach the highest, begin at the lowest.-Syrus. A man rarely realizes how his tates have changed until he goes back in after years for a plunge in the hole where he learned to, swim.-Dalllas News.