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THE DARLINGTON HERALD. VOL. I DARLINGTON, S. C., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 3, 1891. NO. 39. CHURCHES. Presbyterian Church.—Rev. J. O. Law, Pastor; Preachiag every Sabbath at Hi a. in. and 8 p. m. Sabbath School at 10 a. m., Prayer Meeting every Wednesday afterno on at 5 o'clock. Methodist Church. - Rev. J. A. Rioe, Pastor; Preaching every Sunday at lli a. m. and 8 p. m., Sabbath School at 5 p.-m., Prayer Meeting every Thursday at 8 p. m. Baptist Church.—Rev. G. B. Moore. Paster; Preaching every Sunday at 11J a. m and 8:30 p. m., Prayer Meeting every Tuesday at 8 p. m. Episcopal Chapel.—Rev. W. A. Guerry, Rector; H. T. Thompson, bay Reader. Preaching 3rd Sunday at 8:30 p. m., Lay Reading every Sunday morn ing at 11 o’clock, Sabbath School every Sunday afternoon at 5 o’clock. Macedonia Baptist Church.—Rev 1. P. Breckington, Pastor; Preaching every Sunday at 11 a. m. and 8:30 p. m. Sabbath School at 8:80 p.m., Prayer Meeting every Tuesday evening at 8:30 o’clock. COUNTY OFFICERS. Sheriff.-W. P. 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Ceelre col Ikon loo grcltly. for, like Sro Destroying what It enfoMs, so is desire. Success—that was his thought, his hope, his aim. Afield or housed, noon, midnight, dusk or dawn. That dazzling image hla heart dwelt upon. For, if he slept, Imagination's flame Burnt liken steady torch, lighting the same Determined path —which way his soul had gone; And if he waked, the dream, still unwith drawn, Remained, unchanged, hia conscious force to claim. At last 'twas his. An airy figure brought, Light-balanced on soft finger-tips, a sphere Of fine-wrought gold. But his trained hands forgot Their skill for one brief instant, In the fear To lose the gilt. Too eagerly they caught This glittering ball, which crumbled into naught. V So strength may win what it may fail to keep! This world’s gifts vary only in degree. They are but air sphered in the thinnest gold; The bubbles must be jostled tenderly. —Robert Burns Wilson, m Harpers, Babv Versus Husband. BY MATTIE DYER BRITTS. “Hello, Kate?” “Y’es!” answered a voice above stairs, as Charley Grant called from the cosy little hall below. “Come down here! I've got some thing to tell you!” Charley's handsome face was bright enough to tell anybody that his news pleased him greatly, as he stood waiting for his wife to come down. And why not, since his pretty cousin, Jessie Kingsbury, had come at one time very near filling the place which Kato had now? But Kate was as sweet and pretty ns ever Jess had been—at least, she used to be, before Baby Johnnie came—and—and —well, Kate appeared at the instant, and even Charley could not call her pretty, now. Her golden hair was all bunched up and tucked back with an ugly comb, her wrapper unbelted, no collar on, and her small feet thrust into clumsy old slippers. Charley’s friends used to say ho was a perfect fiend on the subject of untidy women, and he couldn’t help a shade crossing his face as lie remembered how trim and nice Kato was when they were first married. But the shade passed as swiftly ns it came, and he stooped to give her the usual kiss, ns he said: “Busy, to-day?” “Yes. Hush, Charley I Don't speak so loud, you’ll wake the baby!” “Ob, bother the baby! He’s always going to sleep or waking up, or doing sometbing to make life miserable for other folks!” “Why, Charles Grant! Aren't you ashamed to say that of your own blessed little son?” And Kate’s eyes began to fill, whilo her cheeks reddened. Charley hastened to undo his mischief by saying, tenderly; “Noiv, there! You know I was only joking, dear! He’s the finest baby ever lived, no doubt! Isn’t supper ready) I'm as hungry as a hunter!” “Y'es, it is waiting. I’ll ring it up at once. What was it you wanted to tell me, Charley)" “There! Bless my soul, if l hadn’t forgotten! Who do you think is here)” “I couldn't guess, so I won’t try. Tell me!” “Cousin Jessie Kingsbury! She is over at Brother John's now. Came to day!” “Did she)” There was no very intense interest in Kate's tone, for sbe was not over glad to hear of the young lady’s arrival. Guests were troublesome, but sbe felt obliged to say, as Charley wailed : “Will we have to invite her here)” “Why, of course, Katel We’ll do odf part of the entertaining, with Stella and John. YVe must call to-morrow and set a time for her to come to us. She will stay a month or two. Jess is so lively, we can’t be dull while she is here.” Kate was just conscious of a queer twinge at Charley's words, but she led the way to the table, and poured the tea with her usual pleasant manner. “There! I forgot something else, too,” cried Charley, suddenly clapping his hand on his pocket. “I’ve got a treat for us to-night.” “What is it)” asked Kate. Charley took two small squares of pasteboard from his pocket and held chem up to her. “YVhat are they)” said she. “Theatre tickets)” . “Y’es. ‘Faust,’ by a splendid com pany. I knew you always wanted to hear ‘Faust,’ so I got ’em on purpose for you.” Charley looked pleased, but Kate’s fair face clouded, as she answered: “Well, I am sorry you spent the money. I can’t go.” “Can’t got Why in the world can’t you, then) You are so fond of good opera. I thought this would be a real treat. “Bo it would, Charley, if I could leave the baby.” “But I thought you bad a good girl)" “Oh, but Charley, he might be taken sick or something.” “Yes, the house might burn down; • but I don’t think it will," returned Charley, more shortly than he often spoke to Kate. “I’m very sorry you won’t go,” he added, as he rose from the “Well, I have a perfect treasure.” “Well, don’t you think she might manage to rock the baby for two hours on one occasion)” aaked Charley, seri ously. table, his appetite quite spoiled. “It is a disappointment to me.” “Why, you can go, I’m sure, Charley, i I shall not care at all.” “No; I’ll stay with you, and we can have our own music. I have not heard you sing for a month.” Kate hesitated a moment, then she said: “But, Charley, 1 must stay up in the nursery. I never trust Johnnie to Sarah of evenings.” Charley frowned, stood irresolute an instant, and said; “Oh, well, then, I don’t see why I shouldn’t get some pleasure, if I can. I’ll just drop over to John’s and see if they arc going. As I have two tickets, if Jess tares to go we might all make a party of it.” “Yes, certainly; go, Charley. I don’t want you to stay at home because I have to.” “You know I had rather be with you, my dear. But it’s dull work sitting down stairs alone all evening.” Then Charley kissed her, put on his overcoat and went away. But after he was gone Kate began to be conscious of a lonely, uneasy feeling, and to wish she had gone, too. Of course, Charley was as loyal and true hearted as a man could be. But, to think of him sitting beside that dashing, black-eyed Jess all the evening and showing her all the little at tentions which he knew so well how to give a woman; it worried her, somehow, and she could not help it. She was not jealous. Oh, no! Bhe had told him to go and really hoped he would enjoy it. But—but—she did wish she had left Johnnie to Sarah for one evening and made one of that opera-party with the rest. As for Charley, as he walked rapidly over to his brother’s ho wondered if he wasn't a precious rascal for wishing that blessed baby had never come into his house. To be sure, it was a bright little thing, sweet and cute, and he i would have loved it dearly and been very proud of it (as he was, after all, if lie had only known it), hut since it ar rived, Kate had been no companion at all for him. She was everlastingly up iu that nursery, and she neglected her dross and her hair, amf never read or sang to him or went out with him, and he was feeling the change sadly. “Of course, it is right to bo a devoted mother.” he said to himself; “but I do wish the mother had not so entirely dis placed the wife. It’s hard on a fellow, and I don't like it. I don’t wonder men get tired of their wives, if they all do the same way.” Just then Charley ran against a passer by, and as ho glanced up to apologize, saw his brother. “Ah, John I” was his greeting. “I’m ■ just on my way to your house.” “Well, I'm on my way to yours,” re- j plied John, laughingly. “We want you and Kate to go with us to hear ‘Faust’ to-night.” “No use to go on,” returned Charley. “I have been trying to induce Kate to go but she woi’t.” “Bhe won’t) Why not!” “She can't leave that precious young ster. I got her a ticket, but it was no go. So I was coming over to say if you want to hear the opera, my tickets arc at your service.” “Not unless you go with us, Charley. Of course, you will, though. And Jess can use one of your tickets.” “Why, I hardly know about going my self, John. I don’t like to leave Kate at home alone, you know.” “Nonsense! It is her own fault. Come, I won’t hear a word more. For ward, march! It’s time to he off." Charley submitted, feeling a little re proached, for, though he had set out with the intention of going to the play, when he took a second thought, he did not care to go without Kate. But Misi Jessie was very willing to be escorted by her handsome cousin. Kate had gone to bed before he got home, and he would not disturb her. But at breakfast next morning he told her what a grand time they had enjoyed. “Ye-es! I am very glad, Charley,” said Kate, rather faintly. “Oh, yes. We only missed you,dear. But Jess is so lively, one couldn’t help having a good time with her. By the way, Kate, she says, ns you arc so busy with the baby, she will not stand on cere mony and wait for you to call ou her. She is coming over with Stella to-djy. We must have her to stay here, you know. If you can't spare time lo enter tain her, why, I can.” A sudden feeling, which she could not explain, fired Kate's heart, and made her say, with some spirit: “I shall do my part, of course, Char ley.” “That’s a good girll” he returned, In tones of real pleasure. “I knew you would if—if that wretched—” “Charles Grant!" “Oh, excuse me—that precious baby —did not absorb all your time. Then you’ll invite her to stay when they call!” “Yes.” “You're a darling! Wish I could be here, too. But you cau make them stay to dinner. Good-bye!” A kiss, and he was off. “Oh, yes! She'll stay, fast enough!” sighed Kate, as she went upstairs. “But what 1 wish is that people would just stay at home as I do. However, as Miss Jess has no husband and baby to keep her at home, it is to be expected that she will go anywhere where she can find amusement.” And then Miss Kato nodded her head, and her eyes had an unusual sparkle in them, as if she had suddenly come to some resolution which she was deter mined to carry out. Kate flew around in her nursery that morning with a will; and before her callers could possibly he expected she had taken off her untidy wrapper, curled her hair and made herself as pretty ns she could. If she took a bit of a cry while she held the curling-iron, it might have been because that small instrument of torture was too hot. They came, aud it seemed to Kato that Je?s looked slightly sorprised at her ap pearance. “Why, they told me you had grown quite domestic, dear! Given up society, and all that!” the young lady cried, settlin'? her silken plumage in Kate’s cosiest chair. “But I declare, you look as fresh and blooming as ever! I am quite vexed with Charley.” j “I hope you enjoyed the opera, last night?” obseived Kato, rather coolly, not replying to her words. | “Oh, yes, indeed! It seemed like old times to be with Charley again. Oh, by the way, did he tell you he was going to take me out riding this afternoon)” she rattled on. “I told him he ought to take you, but he said you wouldn’t go. ” “Not to-day. Some other time, with pleasure,” answered Kato. But her usual. “I couldn’t leave the baby” was not spoken, and Stella stared a little, and then smiled and nodded her head, as if she had suddenly chanced upon a bright idea. Kate gave the invitation Charley had suggested, but the visitors declined to to remain to dinner that day. Miss Jessie promised to come in a few days and spend a week or two with them. At noon, instead of Charley, came the office-boy, bringing a little note, to say that she need not wait, for he would not come to dinner. Had an engagement for the afternoon, but would come home early to supper. “An engagement) Yes; to ride with his cousin 1 ” said Kate, to herself with a smile. “All right, Mr. Charley I The next time, I rather think I will be of the party.” She was very busy that afternoon. But when Charley came up at tea-time, it was the old Kate who met him in the hall, with fluffy hair and faultless dress, as he had not seen her for months. “Why, Kit!” he cried, his handsome face all aglow. “Has any one come) Are you going out?” “Y’e?, I thought if you eared to go, we wc.ifd run 'round lo Stella's awhile, this evening,” she answered,putting her hand on which her diamond ring again shone on hia broad shoulder. “But, the baby)” asked Charley, doubtingly. “Sarah can do very well with the baby,” said Kate,though her cheeks red dened under Ids glance. “Sarah? YVhy, Katie,what does it all mean? Is it possible—” “Yes, it is quite possible that I am not going to neglect you any more.Char ley, my dear,” she interrupted, blushing redder. “Hallelujah!” And Charley caught her to him in a swift embrace. “Kato, I’m the happiest fellow in town just this minute!” “Then I shall take care to keep you so," said Kato. “Come to supper, silly boy.” She kept her word.—The Ledger. Curious Freaks of Razors. The finest grades of razors are so deli cate that even the famous Damascus sword blades cauuot equal them in tex ture. It is not generally known that the grain of a Swedish razor is so sensative that its general direction is changed aftei a short service. YVhen you buy a fine razor the graiu runs from the upper end of the outer point in a diagonal direc tion toward the handle. Constant strap ping will twist the steel until the grain appears to be straight up and down. Subsequent use will drag the grain out ward to the edge, so that after steady use for several months the fibre of the steel occupies a position exactly the re verse of that which it did on the day of purchase. The process also affects the temper of the blade, and when the grain sets from the lower outer point toward the back, you have a razor which cannot be kept in condition, even by the most conscientious barber. But here’s an other curious freak that will take place in the same tool: Leave the razor alone for a month or two, and when you take it up you will find that the grain has as sumed its first position. The operation can be repeated until the steel is worn through to the back.—Manufacturers' Oasettc. The Congo River is fifteen mile) wide In some places. , FUN. “Whatever induced you to marry Fred?” “Fred, of course.”—Life. Bound over to keep the peace—The borrowed book that you have damaged. The roan who loafs on the corner never ieals on the square.—Baltimore Ameri- uxn. A man who is a poor liar finds it con venient to etick to the truth.—Texas Siftings. A sign in a Westerly barber shop reads: “Hsir cut and whiskers trimmed, twehty-flve cents; children, fifteen cents.”—Providence Journal. Any one who has listened to the groaning of the big fiddle in the orches tra knows what the “viols of wrath” means.—Binghamton Republican. In Hard Luck: “Are you going to Smither’s funeral?” “No, confound it! I’ve got to go to sec an amateur ministrel show with my wife.”—The Epoch. Family Solicitor—“How is it that you have sunk so much lower than all your companions?” Jack—“I took your ad vice, sir, and started at the bottom. I stayed there.”—A/rto yield’s Washington. Grocer—"That butter is great stuff 1 Why, it carried off the first prize at the Elgin County fair.” Customer (smelling of it)—“Unless the price was chained down pretty securely, this butter could easily carry it, or anything cl.e, away.”— Xeic York Netcs. Retribution: Plumber—“You’re one of those chaps that are always writing smart things about the size of plumbers’ bills, ain’t you?” Squibblcr—“Why, I ” Plumber—“I thought so. The bill for this job, sir, will he $324.65.” — Chicago Tribune. “No, sir,” said the museum manager, “you don’t get in here without paying. No deadheads around my place. Why, young fellow, cash down is so much a principle of this here establishment that that Egyptian mummy in the case there didn’t get in without being paid for.”— New York News. Irving was of a very adventuresome turn of mind, and one day his mother found that he had climbed to the top of a pile of boxes in the storeroom. Fright ened, she cried: “Irving, come down, or you’ll fall and break your head.” To which he calmly replied: “Then Irvie see what’s in it."—Youth's Companion. Tom—“Didn’t you find that Miss Rosekaf rather lacking in sense of hu mor?” Jack—"Well, I should say so. Why, I told her Travers’s famous story of how he stuttered more in New York than in Baltimore, because New York was a bigger place, and she said she didn't sec why that should make any dif ference.’’---Hartnrii Lampoon. The Russians Are Natural Flghtera. “It may be worth while, now that there is so much talk about Russia’s preparations for war," said the Army of ficer, “to recall the fact that Russians are natural fighters. Do you recall the war stories whu-h appeared awhile ago in one of our magazines Here the discipline of the Czar’s army and the love for fighting were shown in most convincing ways. In the paper on the Russian Army the story was refold of an order given to Russian regiments to take some hills thou iu the possession of the enemy. The regiments started with a rush, and thrice the order for retreat was given. But by some mis understanding one regiment failed to re ceive the orders. YVhen it was learned that this regiment was missing the whole Russian army received orders to advance and to take the heights. The army went up the hill, was driven back and went up again. It went up time after time and was thrown back into the plain below. If fought all night, trying to take the heights. When the sun rose the ncxl morning it was discovered that the one missing regiment had taken the heights, licked its own army on the one side and the enemy on the other. That's the Russian idea of fighting.” “This same war article,” the speaker added, “tells of another night attack. The enemy fell upon the Czar's troops when they were making a forced march at night. There were in contusion, but they stood still and allowed themselves to be shot down until they could form. And how do you suppose this was done) The first man of the first company fired and his company formed, each man find ing his position by the flash of the pre ceding man's rifle. The first company once in line, the second formed in the I same way, and so the whole army by the , flash of gunpowder in the blackness of i night found its position. When daylight came the whole army was seen to bo stretched across the plain in a line as true as if drawn with a rule. The Russian is a natural soldier and the discipline which he undeigoes makes him a superb fight er.”—New York Tribune. Hard ta Tall Humaa Blood. Before the Academy of Boieucei the other evening at the Art Institute Pro fessor Lester Curtis read an interesting paper on “The Appearance of Human Blood Under a Microscope.” The intent of Prolossor Curtis's article was to dis prove certain expert testimony in refer ence to blood stains iu criminal cases. The blood of dogs, monkeys and guinea- pigs, he argued, presented the same general aspect under the microscope as the fluid freshly taken from human vein*,—CAwooo Tribune, w*-. — * • FARM AND HOUSEHOLD. SAVE THE COHN AND SPARE THE CROWS. By aud by the crows will be pulling the corn and doing serious damage. This seems to be unavoidable. The crows cannot well be spared for the good they do at other times, and to shoot them would be to destroy a useful bird which lives chiefly upon noxious insects and small animals. There is a way to save the corn and spare the birds at the same time. This is to tar the seed in this way ■ Put the seed corn in warm water* and stir it with a tarry stick. The seed will he coated with a film of the tar which retains the odor and makes the grain distasteful to the birds. A few scarecrows made of a small block of wood with small holes bored iu it, into which feathers arc inserted, so as to make a rough semblance of a bird, and then hung in places in the field 200 feet apart, which will give one to the acre, will alarm the birds and keep them at a dis tance. As they float and dance about in the wind they seem to be alive and in trouble, and thus frighten the birds. New York Times. PEKIN DUCKS. Pekin ducks are probably the most valuable breed of ducks known to-day. They are very large, mature early, and have snow-white plumage. Their eggs hatch two or three days sooner than any other variety. The ducklings hatch out stronger and seem to grow faster than the young of any other breed, and they can be raised anywhere that you can raise chickens. The young ducklings feather up rap idly and grow to good size in from six to eight weeks. This makes them well adapted to raising for the early markets. They are excellent foragers and excel lent layers. YVith good range they re quire but little feed, and the young are not subject to roup, cholera, gaps, and the like as arc young turkeys and chick ens. They command good prices in the markets, and will weigh from frourteen to eighteen pounds per pair the first year without much fattening. As egg producers their record is re markable, and they come as near being perpetual layers as any of the breeds of fowls.—Farm, Field and Stock man. WATERMELON CULTURE. L. M. H., Russellville, Ark., writes: I have been growing watermelons for t welve years, and find that to be success ful, one must have good, fresh land, and flatbreak it well; then check it off both ways (sixteen feet apart) and put a heap ing shovelful of well rotted manure in the check furrow each way from the cross, leaving a space of three inches be tween the cross points open. Fill this unmnnured space with dirt, plant five or six seeds to a hill, cover one and one-half inches deep, then dig a little dirt up over the manure to prevent the sun from killing it. When the seeds come up and get three leaves to each plant, pull out all the best looking one; a good stand of vines is thus secured, aud all will come on alike. Be sure to plow and hoe the vines as long as possible; the last time, when the vines are two to three feet long, run your harrow both ways, and make the land as level as possible. After this keep the soil well cleaned with thi hoe, and let the vines run at will. It is best to have as much trash on the ground as possible to prevent the wind from roll ing the vines about. If the season suits, you will have watermelons weighina from torty to seventy pounds each. Id case of a drouth, punch three holes ir the bottom of old tomato cans, sink them in the ground within six inehes ol tap root and fill with water. One filling will last three days, and then if it doc: not rain fill again. By my method, ai here given, you cannot help having fins melons.— Orange Judd Farmer. A Minnesota farmer, who is now fat tening 1000sheep, says: “lean take the wcol from my sheep, throw it away and then make more money on them than I can on cattle or hogs.” James J. H. Gregory says that for the onion maggot he has found hens and chickens a possible remedy. He claims that a hen and brood of chickens will take care of from an acre to an acre and a half. While some farmeis spread all their manure on ten acres in order to grow a crop of corn and bestow the labor on a large area, others may perform their w ork on a single acre of celery, cabbage, or sma'l fruit and realize a larger protr than those who cultivate ton times as much land. UHILDREVS COLUMN. RECIPES. Lettuce Salad—Take the crisp center leaves of lettuce, wash and shake dry; break the leaves into pieces, lay in a salad bowl and pour over mayonnaise dressing; serve immediately. Hot Sauce—Set a bowl in a basin of hot water, refilling so as to keep it hot; in the bowl beat one egg and one cupful of sugar; flavor. YVhen readv to serve, heat in one-half cupful of boiling milk. Stir as it is servad, so it will be thick only on top. Cheese Wafers—Rub a table-spoonful of butter to a cream, and stir iu two ta- blespooufuls of grated English cheese; spread this mixture on thin water crack ers or plain wafers, or, if you cannot get thin crackers, split the thicker ones; keep them in a hot oven till they arc a delicate brown. Milk Toast—Slice some bread, toast it of a nice light brown on both sides; boil some milk; mix together two teaspoon- fills ol flour in a little cold water; stir this into the boiliug milk; let it boil about one minute, then add a little sail and stir into it two ounces of butter; dip the (oast in the milk, place it on a dish, and pour the remainder of the milk over it. The toast may be made much richer by increasing the quantity of hut ter. , l FARM AND GARDEN NOTES. It is profitable to grow potatoes at fifty cents a bushel. Good potatoes are a luxury; poor potatoes are pleuty. In Europe, pigs weighiug about 20C pounds are preferred to larger ones. Do not be in a hurry to have your sheep care for themselves in the fields. Every bushel of necessary grain with held is equivalent to two bushels thrown away. If butter makers as a class were bettei judges of butter they would make bettei butter. Ducks are enormous eaters and some times it is difficult to determine when they have had enough. Success hinges upon the man and hii surroundings. Find your market befon your crop is ready and send the product in the neatest and most attractive condi tion. Twenty eggs is a good average foi geese; they are not nearly so prolific layers as ducks, and unless they begin laying very early will lay only one clutch. Try two and one-half bushels of oat< and one of peas on an acre. Cut early, it is excellent for bay; ripened, the grain ground together, is excellent feed for horses and pigs. Vlaut the garden so as to have all of the ground occupied during the growing season. There is no advantage in plant ing auy kind of garden seed when the soil is wet and cold. Exclusive Sanctums. By long odds the most exclusive places in New York, writes a correspondent of the St. Louis Republic, are the big news paper offices. It takes as much red tape to get into the sanctum of a managing editor, a city editor, or even into the general rcpoitorial room as it would to secure an audience with Queen Victoria or the German Kaiser. In the YVest, where politicians are in the habit of ap propriating all the easy chairs in an edi torial sanctum on election night, and at other times when events of importance arc on an effort to isolate writers for the press would probably precipitate a riot almost. Not so here. New Yorkers know more of the value of time than any other people on earth, and they recognize the individual’s right to regulate his hours aud his visiting list. The New Y’ork Times is a fair sample of all metro politan newspaper offices, and as my duties take me to the innermost recesses of its sanctuary every day I have studied its ramifications with much interest, an interest piqued by contrast with what I have been used to further west. The editonal rooms are on the eleventh floor, and are reached by fast-running elevators. On leaving the elevators you cross a cor ridor and enter an anteroom which is bare with the exception of a desk liber ally supplied with paper and a table of printed instructions. You are first told not to send in your card unless you have business, and then you are informed that your business must not be of a personal nature. In this connection it is not out of place to remark that the friends of members of the staff must visit them at their homes or their clubs, for under no circumstances are friendly calls tolerated. If you be not discouraged by the frig idity of your mute reception in the ante room, you tap on a glass window about a foot square, which is opened by a well- dressed, clean-looking young man, who always strikes me as being a direct de scendant of that King who "never smiled again” after “the bark that held the Prince went down.” He eyes you sus piciously, and you tell him whom you want to see. He invariably tells you he doesn’t know whether the gentleman is in or not, but volunteers to investigate. You give him your card and he disap pears. In a moment he reappears, and either unlocks the door and invites you to enter, or, as is more often the case, observes laconically, “Not in,” shutting the portal and shutting you out simul taneously. This office is in this respect : an exact duplicate of all the other offices in town except the World, where you send your card from the first floor through a pueumutic tube. If a favora ble reply is received you are kindly al lowed to ride up in the elevator. And yet, notwithstanding this apparent aus terity, there is not a more companionable set of men in Gotham than the newspaper crowd when one meets them at a banquet, in a club house, or even in their offices they arc affable, courteous and interest ing ; hut this is always their busy day. Upper Burmah until recently was an independent kingdom, governed by King Theebaw, a despotic monarch, but early in 1886 the King was deposed and pen sioned and the country annexed to the Indian Empire, being placed under the Chief Commission ol Lower Burmah. WHAT THEY SAY. Crickets chirp. “Hello! Hello I Suu will shine. I toll you so.” natydid of habit strict Makes a point to contradict. Locusts whirr, all in a swarm, “Lis—ten! 'Twill be ve—rywarm!” Tree-toad thinks that’s cause to fret, YVhines: “No heat! I want It wet.” Bullfrog's voice is thick and hoarse: Lazy thing croaks, “Cut across 1” Lark calls from the sunny sky, “I’ll roach Heaven by and by.” Baby laughs, a merry crow, “I’ve just come from there, you know.” —St. Nicholas. MOTHER OF PEARL. These shells aro collected In great numbers in the tropical seas, chiefly on the coast of Ceylon, Manilla, Cuba, Panama ami thp South Sea Islands. Those from Panama are small and thick ami are known in commerce as ‘•bullock shells.” Those from Manilla arc liuost in quality, often as much as a foot in diameter, round and flat. There are two varieties, the white or silver-lipped, and the black-lipped. Large quantities of these slnlls are consumed in making card cases, handles of knives and parasols and in inlaying fancy woodwork, but by far the greater portion is required for the manufacture of buttons. At Jerusalem there is a considerable trade in carving and engraving mother- of-pearl shcils, which are sold to vis itors as souvenirs. These are known as “pilgrim shells,” and the subjects illustrated upon them, as a rule, hear some relation to the incidents in the life of Christ. The Chinese carve quaint devices iu the same material, and iu some eastern countries (ho larger shells are used in the construc tion of houses, panels, window blinds, etc., being made of them mounted ou a framing of wood. In fact, they are among the most useful as well as the most beautiful of the very large shell family.—[Detroit Free Press. A TOUCHING LITTLE FUNERAL. N Little Mabel is a bright, lovable Brooklyn girl, who makes pets of birds. Canaries are her delight and mocking birds her passiou. Among her collection was a splendid specimen of the somewhat rare Ori ental pagoda mina. He was a black plumagcd little fellow, with a shrill voice and vicious manners. He was not a songster, hut an almost incom parable mimic. No sound seemingly reached his ears that he did not try to reproduce, and his efforts, if not al ways successful, were certainly gro. tesque. YVhen Mabel was a baby an old sea captain on returning from a voyage to the Indies brought the bird witli him. It was a gift for Mabel and was at once installed in a handsome cage. This was hung iu the parlor, and there iio chattered, squeaked aud whistled all day. Among his most accurate imitations were the mewing of a cat, the cries of street venders, the harsh utterances of a big African gray par rot iu the dining room of the house and scraps of conversation. YY’iicn Mabel made her appearance in the parlor every morning Jack fluttered about his cage in erident de light and in his loudest, shrillest tones would exclaim; “M’o’n, Mabel,” and tiie little girl always rewarded him wilh a lump of sugar or a bit of cake, which Jack would devour with much relish. For five years Jack was the life of that home, but one morning when Ma bel came into Hie parlor Jack was si lent. To be sure, he was upon the perch in Ids cage, but his feathers were milled, his eyes dosed, his head drooped and ho was motionless. Mabel’s ft antic entreaties evoked no response from him. Jack was dead. That afternoon a tearful little group of mourners stood beside a shallow grave at iho foot of the flower garden. Papa, mamma, Aunt Elsie and Mabel formed (he group. Aunt Elsie held a tiny pasteboard box in her hand. It was Jack’s coffin. Tenderly she placed it in ils tomb and papa, with a single shovelful of earth, shut it from view. No words were said, but the tears that fell were many. After all (ho oilier mourners had gone away Mabd remained aud uupercoivcd by any one placed at the head of her pel’s grave a small pine board on u Inch she had crudely marked the words, “My Own Jack.” It was his only headstone. — [New Y’ork Herald. An Inference. “Poor Brown, he’s lost all his mon ey. Awfully hard up. Mol him in thoslrect. Told me all about it.” “How much did you want to bor row f’— [New York Recorder. An Albany, Kansas, paper publishes the following item: “John Thomp- e.'ii’s dogs are all dead but twelve.” There are five E iropeau ports from which the great m jority of steerage passengers bound for this country take their departure. Atoieof these ports, Hamburg, 9000 of then found bunks in a recent week in the stci aiships that left there for New Y’ork Cit',