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THE "SHIVEREE.** W'7\ you don't mean t' tell rae 'at you never seen uer heard A shiveree! Well, gemunee. but you must be a bird! I catilate 'ith all the din we made when we ? was boys ?That ever'body then on earth jest'had to hear ' the noise. (You fellers in the city, v.-'y you never have no fun. You fancy you're some punkins, but you're nubbins, ever' one. (Tour theaters an oppry plays, they ain't no ?good to me. Ten thousand o' 'em can't compare 'ith jest one 6hiveree! A ahiveree's the loudest thing 'at man's in? vented yit. It's got more ginger in it an more real git up an git. Fer ever'cody but the pair 'at's jest been ?sr?'' spliced tiley try To make a racJiei 'at 'U lift the roof right off the sky. The fellers in 'he mischief all surround the house as still As mice. They ain't a sign o' noise ner nothin like until All of a suddent hell breaks loose, an nen-oh. gemunee. The folks fer miles an miles around knows there's a shiveree! Yoe ??ke a dozen cow bells an as many big tin ps.ns An lots o' horns an shotguns an a crowd 'at understand Jest how to operate 'em, an they'll make, as I have said, A noise 'at's catilated fur to purt' nigh raise the dead. * These, 'ith a dry good? box er two an some long, rosined rails To saw acrost 'em, makes a noise whereat the stoutest quails. An 'at's the sort o' music 'at the hull blame crowd give me The night 'at we was married an we bad our shiveree. -Nixon Waterman in L. A. W. Bulletin. LONG AND SHORT. "Eudory!" cried Mrs. Stebbins in her high nasal voice, and the clatter of spoons in the next room stopped sud? denly, after which slight assurance that she was heard Mrs. Stebbins command1 ed, between the energetic splashes of her churn: "I want you to come right Out here an put up the, men's dinner an take it down to 'em: They ain't goin to take the time to come home, 'cause father's feet is achin this moniin, an he wants to git ?* all the hay afore the storm. Come along now! Them spoons is goin to keep." There was no answer this time either, but the door was pushed farther open, and a girl came silently into the kitchen. JOer fingers were black; as. if she had been cleaning very dirty silver, and she walked over to the sink, poured some water into a tin basin and began to wash them with a deliberate slowness which ^made her mother's thin lips tighten and the churn fairly hop about the floor with the vigor of her strokes. Mrs. Stebbins could not tolerate slow . ness. She could not understand how it was possible for a person to be either slow or silent, and nothing made her so angry as the exhibition of either char? acteristic in her only daughter-a fact which I am sorry to say Eudora discov? ered and made use of at a very early age: "itrwas:the~ only-way in- which she .could, as she expressed it, "get square" With 2^er overbearing mother, and she had 'cultivated i c-till the slight natural tendencies in those directions had be? come actual habits. As she stood there now, seeming to wash and dry each separate finger by itself, she did not look like a person who would be trod upon without find? ing some way to turn. She was dark, with a strong, hand? some face, heavy brows that met above a very determined nose, a beautiful chin and bright, brown eyes, but the most notable thing about her was her height. Tall, taken in the ordinary sense, would net describe her, for sbc stood 6 feet 1 in the lowest he?led shoes she could buy, and the neighbors de? clared that though over 20 she was growing yet-a fact which filled her parents with pride, her brothers with envy and herself with fierce rebellion. She detested the curious locks that followed her when she want to town, the inevitable jokes about the state of the atmosphere "up where she was,'* ?od references to "the long and the short of it" or the probable diminutive height of the man she would marry. She was . thinking of it now, as she saw how far she had to stoop to reach the basin, and the little fit of anger at? tendant on the thought made her even more deliberate than usual, so that at last Mrs. Stebbins broke forth in spite of herself. "You've took five minutes for every finger now, " she exclaimed wrathfully. "If you wash the palms the same way, I'll be able to do the butter and git down to th' field ahid of you. If it takes all big things so long to move, > I'm glad the boys didn't grow no more !" Eudora flushed and threw out the water with a more hurried motion. That last was the only taunt that ever had the least effect upon ber. Then she went into the pantry and began to cut a loaf of bread. "You better cut it ali, " her mother j called, "'cause there's four of them to? day-pa's got ?foe Sampson helpin, too -an don't forgit to leave the mustard out o' Joe's sandwiches, either. Put in lots of pickels. and take the apple pie -Eu-do-ry ! Do you be-ar me?" as no sound but the rattle of dishes carue from the depths of the breezy pantry. "Yes, iua, " said Eudora shortly, and fer a few minutes tho churn had the floor entirely to itself. But presently Mrs. Stebbins broke out again. " What 'd you get them spoons out for anyway/' she demanded. "If plated uns ain't good enough for Gus Sanderly, why he'd better stay away, that's all. He ain't no better'n my boys er Joe Samp? son. If you only wasn't so plumb crack? ed on height, you'd know there wasn't as much good in the hull length of him as in little Joe's thumb nail. Eu-do-ry, do you he-ar mer" "Yes, ma," said Eudora, and silence reigned once more. In a moment; she came out of th* pantry, carrying a big tin pail full of dinner, and set it quietly down on the table. Her mother looked up to see if there were any signs of wrath in the girl's mms.fi tace, DLt was met by the quiet blank? ness that always exasperated her. "I wish you wouldn't go round looking like sich agraven image, " she ejaculat? ed. ''You won't catch any feller at all if yon don't look out. You better make gome ginger water to take down too. It's awful hot today, an, mind you, if you ask Gus Sanderly up to tea tomor? row I'm goin to ask Joe Sampson too," and then nothing more was said as Eu? dora took down her old sun hat from behind tho kitchen door and, taking the pail in one hand and the pitcher in the j other, stepped slowly out into the warm light of the glowing summer noon. When the house was hidden behind j the turn of the little lane, she stopped a moment and set her burdens down. But she rose again, stretching out her lithe young figure with a feeling of utter freedom and relief. She found her head ! well up in the low ?rang boughs of a stanch old apple tree, whose twigs slap? ped saucily at her cheeks and sent the ? big hat flying rakishly down over the tip of her determined nose. She gave an angry little cry, and as ? she disentangled herself her face flush? ed hotly. "That's it, " she cried, "always my height-my awful height ! What other girl is there in this whole state who ; has to walk around with her head up into the trees? And it's just so every way-I wish ma would be sensible about Gus Sanderly. Goodness knows I don't think he's much to brag of either, but can't she see he's the only fellow round I don't look silly with? If there was only an inch or two difference be? tween Joe and me now-but a whole foot," andas she picked up the pail and pitcher once more she gave a really tragic little groan, for Joe Sampson, the j only son and heir of their next door neighbor, was generally acknowledged to be the handsomest, "smartest" and best young man in the county, and a devoted admirer of Eudora Stebbins only, and it was a very big only, too, as Eudora was the tallest girl for miles around, so he was the shortest man, measuring but 5 feet 1 in the very high? est heeled boots that he could by any means buy or wear. Eudora had remarked after he had taken her home from a party one night that she felt very much like picking him up in her arms and telling him "not to be scared of the dark-she'd carry him safe home, "and after that night she systematically refused to walk or dance or ride with him under any circumstances,. by daylight or by dark, \ so causing the poor little man great an j guish of soul. He knew just as well as ? she did how ridiculous they looked to ! gether, and his height was even a greater j cross to him than hers was to her, but he was quite willing to sacrifice these personal feelings on the altar of his ? love, and he thought she might be too. But Eudora was firm and drove both Joe and her family nearly frantic by her evident preference for the lazy bones of the town-gigantic Gus San? derly, who allowed his mother to sup? port him from the proc?eds of her little candy store and accepted the worship of silly young women as if it had been his by divine right ' At present he had really done Eudora j the honor; to fall slightly in love with her, and she was not at all surprised when at the next turn of the winding i country lane a tall, broad figure rose from the corner of the snake fence and, doffing its correct straw hat, come quick? ly toward her. "I thought you'd be coming down today," he said in his soft, deep voice. "Let me carry those things for you well, the pitcher anyway, "and as she let him take it from her she looked up into his lazy blue eyes with a feeling of pleasurable relief. It was so good to bo able to look up at anybody at all. He was the only person she knew with whom she could do it, and even if he had been the worst kind of a bad fellow, which he was not by any means, she would have enjoyed his company for that reason alona They made a magnificent pair as they walked on side by side-both so straight and tall, so handsome and so healthy, and poor little Joe Sampson realized it with a sickening catch in his throat as he stopped to push his broad hat from his heated forehead and saw them com? ing toward him. He had made his father very angry that morning by insisting upon going over to help the Stebbinses with their belated hay instead cf going into town with a load of their own, and he had done it simply because he knew the men would not be likely to leave the distant field for dinner and that in that case Eudora would bring it down to them and wait until they were through, to carry back the pail and cups again, and he knew from former experiences how considerate Mr. Stebbins and the boys would be about leaving them alone and that under these circumstances, away from all prying or joking eyes, Eudora would unbend and talk and laugh and be sweet and friendly with him. Taking all this into account it is not to be wondered at that the sight of big Gus Sanderly, who was all he wished to be and was not, walking down in close and evidently pleasant converse with Eudora should turn all Joe's thoughts to bitter ones and make his handsome eyes grow dark with anger. He was not even mollified when Eu? dora produced tho pile of sandwiches made expressly for him, without a bit of mustard, or when she gave him the biggest quarter of the pie, and when the two visitors started to pickup the debris and journey back again to their own dinners he determined to go along with them. Eudora was in a mood that day which made this arrangement suit lier very weil. She thought it would be rather amusing to see the two men glare at each other a little lo:?.ger, and she even started home by another road in order to extend the episode. You see there are some things in feminine nature which do not need cultivation or experience they come by nature. But, contrary to lier expectations, talk languished, and when they struck the path that led along the top of the rail? road cut and the chimneys of the Steb? bins house rose up almost beside them nobody was saying anvthing at all. But as they rounded a sudden curve Eudora gare a little start of surprise. "Why," she cried, "there's Daddy Hunt down on thc tracks! Kow do you ever suppose he got there?" Daddy Hunt was an old blind negro who lived alone in a tumbledown hut near the railroad, refused to go to the j>oorhouse and would have died of starvation long before had it riot been for Mrs. Stebbins, who was wont to de ! clare that she hated beggars in general, never gave them rmything and hoped ? this one in particular would die with the very same breath in which she ask? ed what clothes he needed or gave him the run of her orchard or kitchen gar? den. The old man stood now in the middle of the tracks, tapping fearfully about with his worn old cane and grasping by the legs a lively and defiant chicken, who was persistently doing her best to bewilder and annoy her present owner. "Guess he must have tumbled in, " said Gus languidly, as he pointed to a place where the embankment gave evi? dence of a recent slide. "Hello, Daddy, where'd you steal that chicken?" "I didn't steal him," replied the old man indignantly, "Mis' Stebbins just dun gib him to me, an I wisht yon uns 'd come down heall an kill him. I darsen't ler go m' stick, an he gits 'tween rn' iegs so's I can't walk nohow. Keep still dari" And he gave the offending fowl a shake which sent it into a series of frantic squawks and struggles. "Throw her away then, daddy. She's no good, " suggested Gus, and the young folks laughed as the old man set np a loud and indignant protest. . But as the sound died away they turned to each other with strained whit J faces, for coming toward them was an? other sound, a swiftly rushing roar that deadened every other noise about as it I rang echoing ont from the narrow cut below them. Daddy heard and understood it too. "De train, de train," they heard him cry. "Which way, which way?" and he turned helplessly round and round, groping in his pitiful blind way with both stick and chicken. "To the right, daddy, to the right," cried Gus Sanderly wildly as he leaned down over the bank, for each one knew it was too late now to climb down and ? lead him safely off. Mechanically the old man turned, his hands relaxe*! with fright, the chicken felt it, made a last dash for liberty, and as he grasped to save her the shuf? fling feet stumbled, and he fell just in the track of the advancing trair:. He was up in a moment, but so frightened and bewildered that as Gus shouted frantically at him to move, move but a yard and he would be safe, he merely turned his sightless eyes imploringly toward the voice and stood silently fac? ing them. Eudora saw the engine rushing round the curve, then with a cry threw both arms before her face and sank down on the path, while Gus stood by her, mo? tionless with fear and horror. And then, above the rush and roar and rattle of the train, Eudora heard not the shriek of awful agony for which she waited, but a wildly ringing cheer, and when she looked again the cars were rushing swiftly by, and she and Gus were standing all alone upon the bank-for little .Toe had vanished. "Where"-she began, and then the train had passed, and she saw him-saw him lying helpless on the farther track, side by side with Daddy Hunt, and the next moment she bad slid, stumbled, roiled-she knew not how-down the steep bank and was bending over him. '4 It was the brave.? t thing I ever saw, ' ' Gus Sanderly was saring broken]y. "He jumped, you know, just as the train was almost there. He jumped right down before tho engine, and the force of it knocked him and Daddy both safe over here. But, Gc orge, it was a close shave," and the big man gazed admir? ingly down at the little one, who lay bruised and battered and almost sense? less below. But old Daddy, though rather shaken, was unhurt "He tins saved my life, " he admitted grumbiagly, "but 'o might 'a' been more gentle like about it-'e knocked dat chicken clean out'n my han's an 'e's gone !' ' Eudora turned about with flashing eyes. "Daddy Hunt, " she exclaimed, "if I ever hear yon say anything like that again I'll nevar let ma give you another thing. Remember now! Mr. Sanderly, you help Daddy home. I'll take care of Mr. Sampson. " And this time she really and truly did lift her lit? tle lover up into her strong young arms, aDd, walking down to where the cut ended, just below her own home, she disappeared from view, leaving big Gus stricken dumb with wonder and amaze? ment Not once did she falter. Past two grinning boys she stalked, past their curious "hired help," past her astonish? ed mother, never stopping till she had laid her precious burden down upon the sacred surface of the best spare bed. Then she leaned close over him with a strange new light in her dark eye. "Joe," she said softly, "Joe, I don't think any more that it's the outside of a man that counts-it's only what's in him. And -and Joe-I-I think I'll have to marry you, after all, just to-to take care of you, you know. " And somehow, for all his broken arm, Joe Sampson "came to" with astound? ing rapidity.-Mary A. Dickerson in Cleveland Plain Dealer. Social Harriers. Caller-Is Mrs. Smith in? Servant-I don't know. Caller-Can yen: ascertain for me? Servant-No. That is the housemaid's work, and she's out.-Detroit .Journal The Brooklyn Bridgy. Tho greatest suspension bridge in the world is the Brooklyn bridge, which also leads the world in the number of its daily passengers. Its length, incl tid? ing approaches, is 5,989 feet, the dis- ! tance between the towers 930 feet, the weight of the structurels f>,4?0 tons, its cost was over $15.000,000. The Jjridge cars carry over 45,000,000 people every j BLUEBIRD. Cheerily, earth! Be ^lad a?id sing Love is above; tho year's at the spring. Face of the sky on his azure; wings. The warm brown earth on his homely breast. And, springing between them, in double birth Of the changeless sky and the changing earth. This voice of the spring's first herald blest! O earth, be glad! The brown breast heaves. For God is above! The wings upstart. Is this thy message, by mortals hoard? Since heaven and earth can touch in a bird. Perhaps they are never so far apart? Cheerily, earth! Ec glad and sing Love is above; the year's at the spring. -WiHiam J. Long in Youth's Companion. A DAREDEVIL DEED. There was no moon. The night was a perfect one. The vaulted heavens were studded with stars, which scintillated with faultless brilliancy. "It is strange they do not come, " muttered Lawton, as he impatiently paced the beach. "If he keeps monkey? ing around with those pigtails, we'll be nabbed yet." Joe McAllister, ostensibly a fisher? man, was the only confidant and fellow worker Lawton had. A sharp, shrewd Scotchman, hard headed and as cool as ice in times of danger, Joe had moro than once acquitted himself to his com? panion's full satisfaction. Of medium height, with a scrubby, sandy beard, covering nearly his entire face, he pre? sented a somewhat ludicrous appear? ance, but a glance at the small, sharp, gray eyes, which gleamed from beneath his heavy eyebrows, would convince the beholder Joe was no fool. His sunburned countenance was surmounted by a shock of coarse, rebellious, red hair, which had a fashion of peeping out from under the rim of his har. with impudence char? acteristic of the wearer. Light footsteps were heard jogging along the road, and, while satisfied it was McAllister with the contraband Chinamen, Lawton, with his usual cau? tion, stepped into thc shadow of a tree until reassured by a short, low whistle, which he answered. "How many?" was Lawton's saluta? tion. "Four. " "Humph! You'll get'us caught yet, Joe, with ycur lagging back. " "Hoot, mon! Ye dinna ken the twirls and twists of these jibberin divils. They're like a lot of old women with their chatter. ' ' "Well, be quick, " said Lawton, with the imperious air of command natural to him. "And the pay?" "I've got it, mon, $200, right in my pocket. D 'ye suppose I'd be a-foolin wid thim if not? Indeed no. " At a signal from Joe four shadowy forms glided out of the darkness, and with chattering teeth took the places indicated for them in the stern of the boat Joe and Lawton silently divested themselves of their coats, and shoving out into the stream pulled swiftly to? ward the shadow of the island, hugging its protecting gloom until they cleared the point. Here they rested upon their oars, listening intently for sounds of pursuit. The smuggling of Chinamen bad gone on to such an extent that the United States government was making extra efforts to put a stop to it. A system of patrol had been inaugu? rated extending along the line, and it was a hazardous undertaking to run the gantlet. The current of the river as it struck off the American shoro set in toward the island which divided it, causing it to recoil with much swiftness, quickly sending them down stream. Their destination being a point be? low, where their cargo would be met by a conveyance and then driven inland to catch an early train for the west. Lawton and his companion lost no time in pulling for the Michigan shore. The oars were mufiled, so there was com? plete silence. Suddenly the regular dip of oars was heard, the length of tho stroke designat? ing to the quick ear of the smugglers the presence of trained sailors pulling in man-of-war style. With set teeth the fugitives-for such they had become-shot their boas back into the shadow and breathlessly rested on their oars, listening to tho regular click of the oars of their pur? suers. These seemed to be rounding the point cf the island from the Canadian shore. "Are you sure of what you say?" came a deep, stern voice dancing over the water. "Perfectly, sir," came the reply. "There were four of them in company with a short, thickset man, but they drove like the devil down the river read and thus eluded me. They must have embarked somewhere in this vicinity, and that's why I shot the signal." "You did right Confound it, it's getting as black as your hat, and you might as weil look for a needle in a haystack as for these venturesome devils. Starboard! We'll pull for the cutter and make a running chase with the searchlight. " With this the click of the oars grew fainter, and for a moment the two nu-u and their now thoroughly frightened companions breathed easier. "By -, we've got to pull for it now, .ioe, " said Lawton in an under? tone. "If they get that infernal lec tricity on us. it's ?ill up. " Prudence was thrown to the winds. The mufflers eu the oars were removed, and the twu men set themselves down to their work in earnest. Their muscles, standing out like whipcords, plied back and forth under the skin with clocklike regularity, while their light di aft. nar? row boat shut forward ar marvelous speed. As the commander had san!, it was. indecd dark. Clouds of inky blackness now obscured thc firmament., from out of which lightning shot with vivid I ri i - haney The roll of distant thunder and low soughing of the wir: 1. t!i" advance guard of the storm, luid r!:<- saiugglei,. of a new cia: g cr in flu ir ?v.ah ; Between lE? roar o? r.a" now increas ; ing peals of thunder there came down ! to the perspiring men the "clank, I clank, clank,." of the windlass, accorn ; panied by the "Heave, abo!" of the sailors as the anchor was being raised. A flash of ^liuiing brilliancy from the searchlight illuminated the dark ! ?iess, then settled down to a steady glare, i as it was slowly turned up and down ! the river. j By this time the waters were being I churned into foam by the wind and the j sea was rapidly rising. Presently came ? the patter, patter, patter, of the big i drops as skirmishers. Then came the ; downpour. ? The floodgates of hea ;en seemed open, i while peal after peal of thunder followed the incessant flashes of the lightning. Lawton and Joe kept steadily at their oars, but the great strain was beginning to tell on them, when to their joy the shore loomed up on their starboard bow The searchlight, however, was also coming, and so was the cutter. Nearer and nearer came the glare across the water until first one arm, then the body, of one of the terrified Chinamen was within its focus. Pres? ently the entire beat was in the broad path of light. I "Boat ahoy!" came from the cutter. "Pull, Joe, pull!" growled Lawton. "We'll make it yet" "Boat ahoy!" came down the breeze. The only reply was a blinding flash, which came simultaneously with a deafening crash, followed immediately by the rending of timber and a cry of agony. The cutter's mainmast had been struck. For a moment all was confusion. Then the commander's ' stern voice was heard: "Take him below. To the light! Don't let those men escape. " The brief interval of confusion had given the tired rowers an advantage of which they were not slow to avail them? selves. "Give 'em a shot across their bows, Tom. Easy, man, easy! Aim close, but don't shatter them this time." Scarcely were the words out of the captain's mouth when the small gun belched forth a fiery order to stop. Whistling through the atmosphere the leaden messenger, true to the gun? ner's aim, buried itself with a thud in the seething water about ten feet ahead of the boat. "Egad, they're a nervy set!" said the commander as the smugglers only re? doubled their efforts to gain the shore. "Hard a-starboard, there! Quick!" he roared. "Bun inside of them and shut them cut. Bear down close, but watch out and don't run them down." The last hope of the fugitives had fled. Lawton turned in his seat and said calmly to Joe, "It's ali up, part? ner; we're caught like rats in a trap." Suddenly, like one seized with the frenzy of despair, the desperate speaker gave a quick, vigorous stroke with his right oar, thus throwing the frail craft directly in the steamer's path. The captain saw the move and rang the backing bell, but too late; the sharp prow of the vessel cut through the boat like a knife, cleaving her in two. A wild shriek of despair rang out on the night air and was borne away on the wings of the storm. The turbulent waters embraced six struggling forms. Life preservers were quickly thrown into the stream, while the pinnace was lowered in a hurry. The crew went vig? orously about the work of rescue and succeeded in getting four out of the six. One Chinaman and Lawton were missing. Nothing could be seen of the former, while the latter's head could be discerned bobbing np and down on the waves as he struck out for shore. The cutter's boat at once gave chase, when suddenly the swimmer threw up his hands, and, with one wild cry, disap? peared from view and was seen no more. He deliberately sought death rather than be captured. So the officers thought. In a small cabin nestling amid tho timber on a back road some miles from Windsor sat a woman. Her once hand? some face showed the lines of care. While rocking the baby to and fro her dark eyes kept wanderiug to the door with au anxious expression as she lis? tened to the storm without. From her faithful heart a prayer went up for the safety of her husband, the daring smug? gler. Lawton was a lawbreaker, an enemy of society, and should be suppressed, but he was all in all to this woman in the woods, who watched for his coming so eagerly. It was to be his last trip and they would again seek their home in Virginia, His father had forgiven the marriage against his wishes. Wealth and comfort awaited the jjair. "Will ho never come?" she said as she laid her sleeping infant on the bed. The wind sang mournfully around the corner of the cabin. Hark, there were the snapping of twigs and a heavy foot? fall on the doorstep. The flood of light from within shone on the dripping figure of the smuggler as his wife opened the door. The ex? pression of savage triumph gave way to love light in bis eyes, as uuheeding his dripping garments she clasped lier arms around him with a murmured, "Thauk I God, you are safe. " "You will stop now, won't you?" she continued, gazing at him with her soul in lier eyes. Softly ho stroked the brown hair, thinly streaked with gray, and whis? pered in her ear. A bright li.uhr spread over lier face as she led the dreuched nam inside and closed the door. The storm w;?s over. The rising sim caressingly touched thc tup of thu hum? ble homo. A squirrel scurried out of the open doov. The hut was empty. A new day had also dawned for the daring lawbreaker, now i ii his way to his southern home. - Detroit Tribune In man\ part of France the coffin of a peasant woman is borne to the grave upon the shoulders of women. Good Sewing Machines . ; m ? IO 00 ue ?t Randie's If Hie wac- ?i ?TOOC, hockst sewing machine Aire-thyst, crimson ana beryl, A splendor ot' infinite sea. In fathomless floods of beauty and portt From the deeps of eternity. With stately re verberant motion And the breakers' whish and din. The ceaseless anthem of turbulent ocean. The surf comes rolling in. While dim in the distance hover The sea birds, a white winged fleet, And exhausted waves, their ecstasy over. Make ripple maries at cur ieet. Soothed is the flush sr.d the fever Of earthly passion and power, And the rested heart shall treasure forever The touch of this crystal hour. -ilary H. Leonard in Independent. BREAD OF THE NATIONS. How the Staff of Life Is Made Among Various Peoples. It is a curious and interesting study to compare the various materials which serve the different nations of the world as the basis of their bread. In this conntry, where good bread, made from spring and fall wheat flour, is within reach of all, rarely a thought is given to the fact that, after all, the inhabit? ants of only a small portion of the earth's surface enjoy such food. In the remoter part of Sweden the poor make and bake their rye bread twice a year and store the loaves away, so that even? tually they are as hard as bricks. Farther north still bread is made from barley and oats. In Lapland oats, with the inner bark of the pine, are used. The two together, well ground and mixed, are made into large, flat cakes, cooked in a pan over a fire. In dreary Kamchatka pine or birch bark by itself, well macerated, ponnded and baked, frequently constitutes the whole of the native bread food. The Icelander scrapes the "Iceland moss" off the rocks and grinds it into flour, which serves both for bread and for puddings. In some parts of Siberia, China and other eastern countries a fairly palata? ble bread is made from buckwheat. In parts of Italy chestnuts are cooked, ground into meal and used for making bread. Durra, a variety of the millet, is much used in the countries of India. Egypt, Arabia and Asia Minor for mak? ing bread. Rice bread is the staple food of the Chinese, Japanese and a large portion of the inhabitants of India. In Persia the bread is made from rice, flour and milk; it is called "lawash." The Persian oven is built in the ground, about the size of a barreU The sides are smooth mason work. The fire is built at the bottom and kept burning until the walls or sides of the oven are thorough? ly heated. Enough dough to form a sheet about one foot wide and about two feet long is thrown on the bench and rolled until about as thin as sole leather, then it is taken up and tossed and rolled from one arm to the other and flung on the board and slapped on the side of the oven. It takes only a few moments to bake and when baked it is spread out to cool This bread is cheap (1 cent a sheet) ; it is sweet and nour? ishing. A specimen of the "hunger bread" from Armenia is made of clover seed, flax or linseed meal, mixed with edible grass. In the Molucca islands, the starchy pith of the sago palm furnishes a white, floury meal. This is made up into flat, oblong loaves, which are baked in curious little ovens, each being di? vided into oblong cells to receive the loaves. Bread is also made of roots in some parts of Africa and South America. It is made from manioc tubers. These roots are a deadly poison if eaten in the raw state, but make a good food if properly prepared. To prepare it for** bread the roots are soaked for several days in water, rhus washing out the poison. The libers are picked out, drierL, and ground inco ?our. This is mixed with milk, if obtainable; if not,, water is used. The dough is formed into lit? tle round loaves and baked in hot ashes . or"dried in the sun.-Sanitary Record. Live Stock Points. Sheep and cattle do not thrive well on the same range. The merino ram Royalist sold in Aus? tralia for $4,000, and he was not such an extraordinary looking ram either. Tar the sheep's noses. It is high time. The flies are at hand. A mixture of half tar and half grease will not be> so apt to harden and crack as tar alone. When you plant fodder corn, do not GOW it broadcast. Drill it in rows and cultivate it, and you will get a far bet? ter and larger yield. Whether the cora is to be cut up green for forage or used cured as fodder, it is better to drill it in and cultivate it. Too much seed is scattered wheu it is sown broadcast and the plants choke one another. The largest mule in the world wai raised in southwestern Missouri. It was 19.2 V? hands high and weighed 1,830* pounds. It was bought by a stock dealer who sent it to England to be put into a , show. A farmer sent some "fat" steer* to market. His orders to the dealer were ? to sell the steers for beef and then buy for j the farmer a lot of lean cattle and send : Co him to fatten. The alleged fat steers I only brought ?3.75 a hundred. The lean i steers the dealer bought for the farmer j cost $-4 a hundred. When they were ; tent home, that ruralist found among j che lean lot three of the %ery same al : leged fat animals he had just sold at I $3.75 a hundred. That was what he got I fer sending cattle to market when they ; were only half fat. Shire horse aro bringing great prices in England. At recent sales mares of this breed brought from $3,000 to $S30 i each, according to age and quality, the youngest of the lots beiDg yearling fil? lies. The price for Sh ire sta? lion s ranged from $3,500 to $4,750. Cure ah liver ills bilious? ness, headache, sour stom? ach, indigestion, constipa? tion. They act easily, with? out rain or gripe. Sold by all druggists. 25 cents The only Pili* to take with 'hood's Sarsaparilla." Pills