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fI n ~~WE' ----~~ ~- ESTABL1HED1844J RI-WEEKLY EDITIO I WINNSBRO , S.C., JUNE 28, 1898.___ of M WRAT IS TROUBLE?" ,0, loreseeing peril in hr game iy little man was playing J 7esly I cautioned him Xhoat the consequences, saying: S'I2 get in trouble, Pau1 tate care; " an-Very much afraid that cub'li l1,back and ;hnrt you. Turning then asked mc, "Papa, what is trouble?" .. tenow--naips you'il understa nd Sounexpected was the query, That spifepatcrnal wisdom, I -ad-no words ready for my dearie. itted; then his mother called, -Azti whir.in ; from me like a dan"er, uesti.oner made oil t press -me for an answer. 3ut after he had gone-oh, long After. the echoes of the patter 13fwee footfalls had died away Isat and thought upon tre matter; ' -thougitio Paul's three scanty years, Axd'atte aworld- that stood before him, atiiagitli smiles nad lashes to G:ve hum it.; welcome and to score him. through my mind there ran a prayer: "Dear God, in Thy land of Hereafter - ay he come once again to me, ils her unpurged of joy and laughter, And-as with manhood's eyes he locoks Upon the world that like a bubble' Mats out and leaves us, may ho ask The question, 'Father, what is trouble?" -Chicago liecord. _ A CONFESSION1 0!" said she,hold ing out the inno T: ~ - r cent-looking lit tle book with the flowered cover. "You prom Ised. -"I must have time to think it ter," I protested. ..:"That would never do. The con essions'have'to be quite impromptu.' ,- it suppose I can't make up my ould be a reflection upon the she severely. 'er the leavee doubtf ally, h ltead. "The question; rching . Why, Ishould ess enough to hang me!" t-1yu deserhanging ^ :' . 4Io, you know" I e like that . ;g c grev ously ' orro w, perhbaps said she, firmly. "This is en-you use a . don't you?" l } ted the writing material in .- .o5e with an-air of determina 'must--:" I took up the -ared blankly at the ceiling. at am I to do?" SFirst you write your name ____ She. came and stood beside Sand pointed over my shoulder. ~f~-~bcribedmself hers to comn nnd. 9Now, your age." 'What does thai; matter?" "It.shows how much wisdom may aIe expedted." -"Five," I proposed promptly. 'No ; no!"-she cried, catching hold -- f iny hand. "You-mustn't be silly." Ofcourse, I didn't mean to be, but I was bound to pretend if it made her do that. "Thirty-one, then, if I must. It's wiu'lly old, isn't it?" "No-o; not for a man.., Now the te. That's right." "Hadn't I better add my address orbirthdaf presents?" "Or..bills? You don't know who - ight see it." "No; that's the deuce of it. And be next?" "Now, you must answer the ques on Whtis the thought upper otiyormind?" "A mnd,"said she positively, "is snmed. What is the thought upper most ini tthe present moment. l.at is the question." "our pleasant company." 'Oh, whatever will people think?" "That I'ye got one answer right." * - .ek triumphantly in my nt-:you shouldn't. They might Oyou really-" "Of.course not." SBut I do. Shall I add a sworn he~ laughed and shook her head. won't. have perjury in my dear - - le-book.- Now you mast be quite u,please. This is a very i ~tut question. Is life worthj liv &?No? You are not to write tili '''have told me the answer." thie present moment-yes " ~sent company--yes." areot to mention me. -_I ve it" -She nodded her head my. inspiration's gone." I down the pen. lease!" I took it-up again. the liver works. Will that do?" n' t original," she objected. pie have written it already." " said I, seizing the book rapidly, "It depends on tanother question, when i fogether too vague." ake it more explicit?" I Sat her, and she went - -~- e room for any more," S- N~ow y'ou turn over. You have a lot more questions to answer.'' Then I committed myself to the statements that my favorite author was Shakespeare she Wouldn't hear of Kipling!), my favorite composer, Wagner (which wasn't true), my favorite drink, and various other im portant facts. "That's yg'rv ~ she said ap <<iha s c cn hadrecor 1ed that my motto v: s ThcR or iuck" and my favorite recreation reading ser mons. "Now for your esthetic tastes, Your favorite colors?" Blue in eyes and brown in hair; WVhatever color-my lady wear! "Shall I add 'gray at present?' I in quired. Of course that was what she was wearing. "I don't know what color your lady wears. I didn't know you had 'a ladv.' " "There is one I should like to have." "But that isn't the question," she said quickly. "But it's going to be." "Never mind. Go on. Your favor ite name?" "Edith, of course. That is her name, you know." "'You're making game." "Indeed, I'm not." "0, but you are! And you mustn't. Now your favorite qualities in woman. Seriously, mind! I really want to know." "Yours," I announced decidedly. Shehastily removed the ink pot. "I won't have any more nonsense." "You .told me to put down the truth." "I shall have to tear it all out.." "Well," I sighed, "I'll put some thing else, but it won't be to true." She released the ink. All, I wrote. "Your favorite proverb?" "'Faint heart never won fair lady.' I'll try not to be faint-hearted." "The addition was quite unneces sary," she commented severely. "Everyone knows you are dreadfully forward!" "The next question is a poser," I re marked. "If not yourself, who would you be?" "Some great hero-or writer-or painter?" she suggested, looking over my shoulder. Her hair just brushed me-and that made my mind up. "I'm not so ambitious as that." "Well, put down whatever you wish, so long as it is something nice." "She-it-is very nice." "But it mustn't be anything silly." "Um! I'm afraid, perhaps, what I want-' "Want to. be." "To .ave..t S's not the question possess somet ng-or s eao S That sn'the point,' she inter rupted. "Do answer properly." "I know. Whomever you liked best. You will make me smudge the book," I remonstrated, as she at tempted to snatch it away. "Everybody will laugh at you." "I don't mind." I nibbled the pen holder thoughtfully. "Is marriage a failure? What am I to say to that?" "Well.&er-y ou don't know." ."I might say I'll try." "Ye-es-but-" "With some ene 's assistance?" She blushed furiously. "Do you know, Edith, it's a very difficult question to answer-alone?" She toyed with her handkerchief. I"Perhaps you'd better skip it," she advised. "I don't want to skip it," I an swered firmly, laying down the pen. "What I want is some one to help me in answering it. Some one of whom I am very, very fond." I stood up and took hold of ber hands. "Will you try, Edie-my dear?" The answer is going to be a very big "No," for little Edie-my Edie-said "Yes., '-Black and White. -Who Were These People ? Professor Alleson. of the Berlin Geograpicael Society, thus describes a remarkable archeological find: "In Dawson Island, in the Pacific, he found a table-laud three miiles in extent devoid of vegetation and cov ered by masses of wonderful ruins in all stages of decay. Remains of build ings shot them to have been well formed structures, but of the crum bling walls only a few feet remain standling. In the far distance a huge pile crowed the extreme edge of the plateau. The natives took us to the side of the montain where the work shops of the long dead people were lo cated. The mountain, a hard volcanic rock, rose in a series of ledges of ten or fifteen yards each to the peak, sev eral thousand feet high. Upon each ledge a number of gigantic stone heads, some cut off at the neck, others with the bust shown, range ten to thirty feet high, and all hewn in the solid volcanic rock. All of the faces bore a striking resemblance of expres sion. The most sinister head had a long protruding chin and_expanded Eccentricity in Dicycling. The bicycle fad is assuming more eccentric forms abroad than in this country. In Switzerland a new style has the rider sit inclined backwards, in abcut the same position as a person rowing on a sliding seat. Au English novelty requires the owner to thrust his legs downward, so as to obtain the impetus of his weight. In Paris high wheels are in use, some six and seven feet high. Italy, always gallant, has a tricycle, where the lady occupies a front seat and steers, while the gen tleman, on a seat behind her, does the propelling. Germany has a machine on which the user employs both arms and legs in locomotion. The inven tor, who predicted that it would pass all other styles wvas grievously disap pointed when it proved very elow NmwVnrk m1il and Exoress. FIELDS OF ADVETURET THRILLING INCIDENTS AND DARING DEEDS ON LAND AND SEA. An African Hunter's Narrow Escape Prom Death in an Encounter With an Ele phant-A Hot Fight With a Gray Eagle-Father Braves Death For Son. H. 3. H. Cavendish, in a paper that appears in the new volume of the Geo graphical Journal, describes a narrow escape he had from death in an en counter with an elephant near Lake Stefanie, in Somaliland. The animal had already been wounded in two places, when, says Mr. Cavendish, "We saw that he was very angry, swaying his, trunk above his head, and throwing up sand every now and then. I saw that he was certain to charge if I did not kill him with the first shot, and thought that we had better leave him alone; but I followed up to the bush, and took as good a shot as I could get below his ear at a distance of about forty yards. The bullet seemed to have no effect, for the ele phant just turned round facing us, and walked straight for the bush by which we were concealed. He then stopped a second, with his trunk scenting the wind along the ground, and we could see that he knew exactly were we were. Unfortunately, my left barrel had only an empty cartridge-case in it, which had jammed, and which I was unable. to remove. . "My gun-bearer then said we had better make a run for it, and at that moment the elephant charged. The only way back to the bushes was over a plain about 100 yards wide, so giv ing my gun to the bearer, we started off in different directions; but the ele phant had caught sight of us, and made for me as straight as a dart. I was unable to run very fast on ac count of the terribly rough ground, which had been broken up by the elephants, the holes being concealed by the grass. I tried to dodge him, but he was too quick for me, and as I neared the thin mimosa bush I saw him just over me with his trunk in the air, so I threw myself to the left on my face and kept still, thinking that the elephant might go on; he, however, stopped immediately, and, spinning round, knelt down behind me, with his head right over me, and took a drive at me with his tusks, which I luckily avoided by rolling in closer under his chest. He then pushed me under him with his trunk, and' tried to pound me with his knees, but, as luck would have it, I was just out of his reach; I kept dodging his legs as they came down. At one mo ment he lay on me, and I expected e.eryzfoment4ozkearxae bones crack; not wishing to see the coup de grace coming, closed my eyes and remained quite still. 1'he boys told me afterward that he got up and backed off my body, and knocked his leg against a log of wood lying close behind. Mistaking the log for me, he vented his rage on it; he must have been badly wounded. After a time he moved away, and on my return to camp I went to bed, and sent out twenty boys to finish off the wounded elephant. This. they suc cteded in doing after putting thirty bullets into him; he charged in every direction and died hiard." Fight With an Eagle. A very handsome specimen of the gray eagle family, which has been in the possession of R. L. EI. Simmons and Dr. Holcomb, of Albina, Oregon, since Sunday, has attracted much at tention, and has also aroused the curiosity of their friends, as they de clined to state how they became pos sessed of the bird, and both declared that they were at church on Sunday, and so could not have had anything to do with the killing of it. A gentleman who resides out on Columbia slough came to town, and told a story which has let the cat 'out of the bag. He said that on Sunday two men, whom he knew to be resi dents of Albina, but whose names he did not know, were out hunting along the slough, and had a desperate en counter with a big gray eagle, which he witnessed with much interest un til a charge of shot came pattering around him. When he first observed the hunters they were making a sneak under cover of a fence,'trying to get a shot at some geese. Just as they were within shooting distance a large gray eagle swooped down and fastened his talons in one of the geese. Without offering to shoot at the other geese as they flew away, the two hunters and their dog rushed forward to attack the eagle, which war endea voring to carry off the goose, but was not able to rise into the air with it on account of its weight. The dog reachcd the eagle first, and, not having had any experience witn this sort of "game," boldly attacked it. The eagle at once abandoned the goose and turned its attention to the dog, fixing its talons4n~ the sides of his head and beating him furiously with its strong wings. The hunters arriving at this uncture, the eagle released the dog, which ran off yelping, and faced its more dangerous antagonists. In their excitement they discharged their guns without taking aim, and one of them came near shooting the inter ested spectator. They then clubbed their guns, and did their best to beat off the eagle, who was desperately en deavoring to fasten his talons in one or both of them, with the amiable in tention of plucking their eyes out. There was a hot time on the slough for a while. The eagle, having apparent ly lost all fear, flounced around and seemed to have more beaks and talons than any doubled-headed, double breasted Prussian eagle ever seen. The hunters made lively play with their guns, but the eagle's solar plexus could not be reached. The hunt mralad arnd callad fo Aheir do5, bnt heohad had enough, and continued to calmly watch the fight from a dis tance. Finally a lucky blow stunned the gallant bird, his wings drooped and he came to the ground, and the hunt ers sprang on him and put an end to him.-Portland Oregonian. Father's Heroic Act. An exhibition of heroism was given at the Spring street _ailroad station, Elizabeth, N. J., recently by Frede rick Dusterdick, who in order to save the life of his son probably sacrificed his own. There were a number of people on the station platform at the time, and the heroism of the father made a deep impression on them. Dusterdick is a young man and lives on Meadow street. He started for a visit to friends in Brooklyn, tak ing his child with him. They reached the station some time before the train was due and the child was permitted to walk about the platform near his father. Just as the train slot ad into the station and before the father realized the boy's intention, the lad started to run across the tracks. Dusterdick dashed after the boy and caught him just as the child was in front of the locomotive, the pilot being only a dozen feet away. The father seized the boy with a powerful grip, and, realizing that it was too late to save both the child and himself. turned slightly and threw the boy off the track. The instant the child left his hands, Dusterdick was struck by the locomotive and knocked down. He did not rise and several men on the platform ian to his assis tance. They found that. the father. was un conscious, and that he had been badly injured on the head. Blood was ooz ing from a wound in the scalp, and it seemed as though he was dead. A hurry call was sent for the General Hospital ambulance, and the injured man was taken to that institution. An examination . indicated ' that Duster dick's skull had been fractured. He remained unconscious until morning, when he partly revived. Extraordinary Ghost Story. In the whole record of so-calle<L "supernatural appearances" there is not one which is more thoroughly au thenticated than the followin'g: John Cope Sherbroke and George Waynyard were two officers in the Thirty-third regiment, and at the time of the extraordinary occurrence here: related the regiment was on service in Canada. One evening, as tisual, they went into a little room adjoining Wavyf r msrt and commenceda reading. *After a few.niutos' Gapta - broke looked up fPom his book and saw standing in a. doorway of the room a man who was a perfect stranger tq' him. At a loss to account for the in trusion. Captain Sherbroke turned to his companion to ask if the stranger was an acgnaintance of his. Wayn yard was as pale as death, and ap parently incapable of speech. Seeing this, Captain Sherbroke made no ef fort to stop the figure, which slowly crossed the apartment and passed through a door leading to Waypyard's bedroom. As 'soon as the man wad out of sight Waynyard recovered his faculties and cried out, "My brother!" "Your brother?" repeated Sher broke, "What can you mean, Wayn yard? There must be some decep tion. Follow me." They then went into the bedroom, a rooma from which the only pos sible means of exit was the one door already referred to. They found the room empty. This incident produced a profound impression among the officers of the regiment who knew that both Sher broke and Waynyard were sober, cool headed men of unblemished integrity. Waynyard declared that the appari tion was the spirit of his brother, and expressed the conviction that his brother was dead. When time had elapsed sufficient to allow inquiries to be made it was dis covered that he had died on the very night on which his spirit had appeared to the astonished officers in Canada. Of the two witnesses of this strange episode one became General Sir John Cope Sherbroke, G. C. B., and the other Lieutenant-Colonel Waynyard, of the Twenty-fourth Light Dragoons. -New York World. Speding For Life Over a Burning Bridge. Engineer William. Narragong had a thrilling experience a few nights ago. He runs No. 9 passenger train, due at Tamaqua, Penn., from Philadelphia at 9.38. As his train rounded Springer's Crve, several miles south of this city, he wvas horrified to see that the old covered wooden bridge was enveloped in flames. To stop was impossible, as the distance was too short, so he threw the throttle wide open and .dashed on the burning bridge, reach ing the other side with his human cargo in safety. The hoat was very strong, and in the short space of time required to cover the 100 feet com posing the bridge the cars were blis tered and the roofs covered with burn ing debris. Had the train been ten. minutes later it would have landed in the Schuylkill and caused a great loss of life, as the bridge burned very rapidly. Fire-Worshipers and Kerosene. A knowledge of the existence of petroleum ~Baku, Bassia, is so ancient thatwe find there the ruixis of a temple to Zoroaster. The wor ship of fire--so easy to obtain that it' was- ont'y necessary to prod the soil with a stick and set fir to the vapor that issued out of it-was continued until so recent a time as twenty years ago, when several Parsee priests were in Baku, for the purpose of worship ing that which we of this iconoclastic time bny in the corner groceries to fill nr lane -.arna&'s Maszine-, FOR BOYS. AND GIRLS. SOME G'OD STORIES FOR OUR JUNIOR READERS. "May Day.' Our Weekly Story for rhf Juniors-"'qldle Dear," My Latest Pci -ChildrE d Spring-Georgie's Reci tation. .I Love You. She climbe on my willing knees, And softlv ,,dispered unto me. I iove you." Her dainti arms were round my neck, Her sunDy curls were in my face; And in hMr tender eyes I saw The soni of innocence and grace. And like, sunbeam gliding through The clou9s that hide the skies of blue, Her smilb found access to my heart And bade the shadows depart. 0, momeht of apocalypse, In which: I saw the stately ships. That erswhile sailed away from me, Come:ring back across the sea; I wouldj.yOU might return and stay Within oy lonely heart alway. God bleps the darling little child Who lOOked up in my face and smiled, And wrbught into my heart a spell More sgreet than songs of Israel. O, angs, listen while I pray That Syou will make her life as sweet As tha brief moment was to me. Where'er I heard her lips repeat, "I love you." -Family Mail Bag. May Day. It .as cloudy on Friday afternoon and :very few minutes anxious littlh eyes would wander from their bool and. ook out of the window to see i, any l3ain-drops were falling; while al recesh. Miss Reed was besieged with "Oh, teacher, do you believe it is goinl to-rfan?" "Don't you think it will bE ,le ant tomorrow?" and at home, a nrdj; it was the same question, "Don'1 "you ;,nk it will clear off, papa?" foi te hildren were. antici.'ating a grea' time;n he "morrow. TXy'always had a holiday on Mai day, it was pleasant,.,with permis sion s)oroam about in the woods ani gath r wild flowers, but this year the3 we to have" an extra treat. Berry, Harold's father, hac ised them that if it was a gooc day he would harness -his two bii black horses into his biggest hay Wbn, and take them all with Misi e, th ?r teacher, over to the Single tOnIjoods for mayflowers; for thoug. the'woods about N - abounded it fpatica and violets, both blue ant Uow, cowslips and columbines, frai e anemones, bloodroot and star ers, teside many others, yet then not one single bit of the mayflow 4-the trailing. arbutus-to be founi tthSingtn-.woods, ar ose- were fifteen miles away. and in ' y part 'of the country; not nea 104 own; consequently the childrei saw any, and of course prize< P much more. highly than any o: other wild flowers. 1. tl of -the children went off to bei erly that night, and when they open ed-4heir eyes it was pon a bright bexItiful day, flooded gvith sunshini and with a warm southerly wind blow ing.1 Just the day for a picnic! It was all so pleasant, even from th4 start!. The children were so glad t< haire a good day, and the~ maimmas anm papas were glad because the childrer were, and so every one was happy Then there was an extra nice break fast, as the children were going to ride so far, which I am afraiid, in the ex citement, was not ha':f appreciated Then the gathering at the schoolhouse and the. shouts of delight when the black horses came around the corner and all the bustle of starting, and finally they were off. Miss Reed had a low chair placed i the wagon for her use, but the chil dren just snuggled down into the warm, sweet hay with which the flool of the wagon was covered, and chat tered-well! Mr. Berry said that ii sounded lire the martins when -they came to occupy their house in the spring, and found that a flock of spar rows.had gone to housekeeping there before them! Now out in the Singleton woods the mayflowers were feeling very unhap py. What was the use of having such a fine' day? And what was the use of trying to put forth a lot of fragrant, pink blossoms, if no one ever came te see them? .'They were a good mind not to try to blossom, but to hide away un der the brown leaves; but as they were talking'it over among themselves they heard 'uniisual sounds, and soon chil dren, ruch 'a lot of children, came run ning and dancing and singing among them. Then every ' flower blushed rosier than ever with joy, and thrust its head up as high as' it could, so as not to be missed, and the children declared, with rapturous little screams, that each blossom was bigger and pinker than the last. Once in a while there would be a lit tle scream of another kind, as some harmless little green snake would glide away in a great hurry to his home, wondering what all this commotion was about; but on the whole they didn't mind each other'much, and the children picked and picked, and then ate their lunch in the big wagn,~ and crowned Miss Reed the Maj queen, and then picked some more, till Mr. Berry said that It was growing cool, and time that they started foi- home; and the tired children, with their great bunches of flowers, were glad to curl down in the hay once more. Going home, they were talking over their good time and wondering what they should do with so many flowers, when Miss Reed said: "Don't you think~ Bertha would like some?" Sure enough;, that was just. the thing! Poor Iittle Bertha Day, one of the merriest land best beloved of all the children, had met with an accident only a shortt time before, and now would have to lie quietly in bed all thugh the_ lutiful spring days. A.nd she was so fond of flowers! Of course they would give them to her. So when they reached home. just at dusk, Mr. Berry stopped' at Bertha's house, and they left all the flowers on her door-step-excepting a little I bunch which each one had saved out for mamma-rang the door bell and drove off. And how fragrant and Isweet and beautiful they seemed to the poor little girl lying there in bed, perhaps you can imagine; and what loving thoughts they brought to her of her little school friends, who had not forgotten her in their good time. All through the long night she kept them by her bedside, and the touch of their cool petals and their dewy frag rance, helped her to bear the pain more patiently through the weary hour..; but when morning came she asked her mother to take them over to the church, for they were so beau tiful that she wanted every one to en joy them. So Mrs. Day took them over. early, and when the children went to church, there were all the flowers which they had gathered, looking as fresh and beautiful as ever, and every one felt happier for their being there. And the next morning, too, they were still fresh and beautiful, so that one of the ladies, who was going to the city, put them all into a big -basket and took them with her to the Chil dren's hospital, where they brought. a breath of the woods to many a little sufferer. And as the little hands reached out eagerly for them, and they saw the look of delight on the poor little pale faces, the mayflowelhs were so glad that they had blossomed as well as they could. as they had given happiness to so many people. M. H. W. Carter. "Goldle-dear," My Latest Pet. Guess what he is, children. He lias pretty, bright wings; yet he Is not a bird. He eats honey like a bee; but he has no sting. He washes his face like a kitten; yet is no cat. His head is something like that of a grasshopper; iut he cannot jump. What can he be? He has a proboscis:like tube through which he eats, and he walks on four legs like an elephant; yet he is only a beautiful yellow butterfly, with a black . spot on each wing! He flew into my room one warm pring day, when I had doors and: win dows open. But the very next day It snowed-, and poor Goldie had to remain a prisoner. For a full week the wea ther kept -very cold, and he sat motion loss on the sitting-room window, where he could get what sunshine there was. But by ,and by he began to droop, and I began to wonder if he was not hun gry. But what.could I give hit ntq eat? Did butterflies eat honey ik bees?- I 1asked. ~ It crtainly we ?I try, and as I had none int.hoisei boiled some sugar and wategether in a spoon, 'and as soon as It was cool gave him a drop. Presently Goldie stuck out a long tube, like a- thin. stick, only hollow; this he put right into the I sweet drop, and sucked -till he had enough. Then he curled it up like a tiny watch-spring and tucked it away (I think under his nose), and began washing his face with both his fore feel; at once. This done, he began to ..fy about the window-panes, as if he -wanted to get out, but I did not let. himn, as he was better off indoors while it was so cold. It does not do to handle a butterfly, so in the evening I always made him walk on a bit of thin board, and set it with him on the mantelpiece in the warmest part of the rodm. He then would - fold his wings -up straight, and remain quiet till morning. By and by I'got him some honey, and thoughtIhad done great.thingsfor him; but it must have been' too. sweet for him, or else he ate too much of it (he did not tell me which), for he died soon after. H. A. Steinhauer. Children and Spring. The first few days of really warm weather are trying moments to moth ers, says the New York Post. With the. children, not one swallow, but one ray of sunshine. makes a spring, and, In deed, a whole- summer, especially If it is acc'ompanied by a baljny air.- They are ready then to throw aside heavy wraps and jump into summer cloth ing, if allowed, with no disposition to dress warmly again when the4chill of the day comes late in the afternopn. Constant watching Is necessary till set tled warm weather permits light cloth ing.. Georgie's Recitation. Little Georgie's ~mamma was' very proud of his ability to recite verses. One day the minister called, and Geor gie was asked to recite a verse-for him. This is what little Georgie meant to say: "Little children love one another." But this is the way it sounded to the ministe:-: "Little 'hillern love eat one undder one." British Lo'bses. Lord George Hamilton, secretary for India, has reported the losses up to dte on the Indian frontier to the house of commons: Forty-four Brit ish and six native officers, with 136 British and 320 native men have bee.n killed. The wounded comprise 93 Brit ish and 36 native officers, with 400Brit ish and 845 native mnen, while 10 Brit ish officers and 250 men, with 220 na tives of all ranks, have died of disease. Made Up for It. She-1) you recollect the night that Iyou proposed to me? I b'ent my head and didn't say anything. He-Quite right. But you've made up for it since. -Tit-Bits. How Ho Fixed the Time. First Klondikter-"Do you remember the day I got here?" Second Klondik er-"Of course! It was the day last winter we didn't havc a blizzard." AGRICULTURt- TORICS, "-' 'The Broody Hen. When the hen is broody, remove her to a new and clean nest.at night fall, and put some chiua nest eggs un der her, and darken the nest by pla.e ing a cloth or board in front of her If she -sits quietly all day, it-will be safe euou4h to put the clutch of eggs under her the next night. -- gFeed her only dry rood while sit ting, and always' have fresh -water where she can get it when she comes off. While she is off, see that the eggs are all right, andif any have bbexL broken L. the t may be neces sary to wash the oth s anythag s which closes the pores ki chicken. - The Life of Peach Trees. It is an almost universal complaint that peach trees do not last as long . - they used to do. We do not:believe that this is on account of the. weather, because late winters certainly have -' not been so des'tructive as many that occurred thirty to forty yeais' ago. - ^ The increase of:borers and of fungous diseases, in which we include. the yel 52 lows, are, we think, mainly responsi_ = ble for the change. By keeping borera out and dressing heavily with potash manures, peach trees may be made much longer lived than they' used to be., 'One-of the -secrets of the longevity of old-time peach.treeswas that they were never severely pruned, and never produced heavy crops. -The = old-time thirty-year-old peaeh trees - had a tall trunk with very little top. Boston Cultivator. , L The &ladiolnr. What the geranium is to the ling room window-g'arden, the gladiolusis to the outdoor garden. Such a display as I have had of this florer this'ae son! I planted several hundredbulba among the border plants, and for a month past people' have been sto.' 'ping to stare at and admire my frea flower show. A'ad it ias been orth coming a long way to see,I assire you! It seems as if every bull-has-' put up from two to'fonr fower staik{ and such colors! Scarlets, crimson", : pinks, lilacs, mauves, kherries, car mines,- violets, 'yellows, - in -n. Iess shades and combinations: Yo tWo stalks seem' to give flowers eliE can't help wondering if theanmilirs did not get some ideas heres for their - daring color combinations for hats bonnets. 'No' two plants were .I. alike as'to flower, it seemed. We :ct the great stalks laden with :rgeoic, bloom for tall vasesin the olouse church :decoration,_ and fo>~ rz,. friends, but the, supply see haustible.-,Eben E. Bexfora iEo to Grow Flowers. - L the Ho an - ., z! writs: I havebasenenta 32l85 feet. Tsineri -av a eight head of cows.ia i mrikingand feeding..IEa ble concerning ventilafion. is eight feet high. The north side banked nearly to top -of walL ierA are"two driveways.and at.the en of each 1 hbave' sma"l 1rdows i siti can drop from the-top Wien ~p iid the foundation Iised three-ineh ta tile pipe every six-.to eight fee it under the sill. These..need no?'b elosed -except. in case of a blizat& On the,west en'd there are large i ' dews, but I seldomi openatem, pipes furnishing enough sir -On. th-e .southI havedue windows. The top sash is hung with~'~ weights so I can drop them lromione inch to two feet. according to lt weather.- Tlfe =froiit is alwinSr s except the space occupiedby &ors.Il~-~' also 'have three hay chutes, wbich ~ tend from stables out tbroug1he ~ -' roof. These I open orelose.secordiny~.. to weather. Wken esttle .can be-o all day, I often leave, all ventilslirs~ open.and sprinkle the wet Zep6ts -ith fresh slaked lime. - ' The Beli Glass in the Garden. Te advantage gain>ed by the use o bell glasses over melon andccube vies is gradually ganing recoolhH~ bofgreater service even Ahau- ~ - foreign countries where it been practiced.- To~ ripen am melon. in- August ~in our nozhr states is a featnot oftenchii~j or ev-en in early .September.~'Hw~ ~ ever this has and -can be :done4-a tre is thus. assisted:-.As tweIls ch, -bellgclas placed directly oer:th #.~~ at planting time has a two-folaii~ tage; -that of'hasteninge gelmaao and pr'eventing the:rotting ofsedigei rainy weather.> As soon-as thaeedM lings appear the:glass must beoTaaed% gradually; those which I have ingnin4 t ultimately resting upon *cmmon~ ~ bricks turned on edges. -Th'eeidrma 'an excellent support. Tshie'britkrs a glass leave ample space f vines ' to run out-a privil uicklyaad' of. Daily wgering is of corsin4 order save in cloudy weather. An idea cdi the' difference in-govh may yerhaps be bestobtainedlynot taken yiily-15, '97. Side -by side he four kills of-cucumbers planted onieko~, same date. - Twelve-inch bell.glas~ses were placed over two of the hml. and gradually rais.ed as described growth of -two feet only had been made by the opens air plants ~gis-' five in the glass'- capped hills- W' - such sttongt sun-stored' ro -g -. meons an. but'ste al amaih-z ordinary cantaloupe a.dr Ot~ glass devices may perhaps be -esei pensive -and answer the~ purpose well.'-G. A. Woolsoi, of Yerino A' strange Mii-1 recently -- Atchison- asf a brid& "Is she' lookingZ-i w askeda sfcioivC m who le?sieem .r notice," the woman zepli is well dressed" thio~ An act of Congress in-I ahed fo6 in -