The Darlington herald. (Darlington, S.C.) 1890-1895, June 03, 1891, Image 1
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.
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Sheriff.-W. P. Cole.
Clerk of Court.—W. A. Parro.t
Treasurer.—J. E. Bass.
Auditor.—W. H. Lawrence.
Probate Judge.—T. H. Spain.
Coroner. —R. G. Parnell.
School Commissioner.—W. H. Evans.
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Destroying what It enfoMs, so is desire.
Success—that was his thought, his hope, his
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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.
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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',